Chapter 7 There is a way for thieves

There is a small railway station called Caijiazhuang, where passing trains only stop for five minutes. There are few passengers, and there is only one police officer at the police station at this small railway station. The policeman's name is Lao Luo, he is in his 60s, smiling, he should be the oldest policeman in China and the policeman with the best temper.

The walls of the police station are covered with pennants and various awards, all of which are the work of a dog. On a cold morning, when Lao Luo was inspecting the line, he found a small dog lying next to the railroad tracks, almost frozen to death, Lao Luo took it back and fed it like a child. This dog is not a drug detection dog in the real sense, according to the local words of Caijiapo, it is a "soil dog". But this dog's magical sense of smell is amazing, it can smell all kinds of crimes, explosives, sulfuric acid, alcohol and other prohibited items on the train cannot escape its nose, and even obscene CDs and controlled knives can be found. What's even more amazing is that it has a natural sensitivity to drugs, heroin, ice, ecstasy, cocaine, and demerol, it can distinguish them one by one. From 1998 to 2000, 11 drug traffickers were arrested at Caijiapo Station, and there were countless other criminals.

The dog has an honorable name: Thunderson.

On January 7, 2000, Lao Luo found four suspicious people at the exit of the station, they were Kuban, Xiao Youhammer, Guli, and Balang, and this was the first time they had been involved in drug trafficking since they cooperated. Kuban and Guli dressed up Balang as a schoolboy, and for the first time, Balang carried a school bag containing not stationery and textbooks, but K powder and cocaine. He wore a red scarf and a sun hat, and felt very awkward.

Reiko sniffed at each of their luggage, and finally barked at Baran and bit down on his bag. Balang was frightened by the big dog, broke free of his school bag, and ran away, and the little oil hammer, Kuban, and Guli also scattered and fled. Lao Luo didn't chase after him, he was an old man after all, he pulled the schoolbag out of Lei Zi's mouth, opened it, sighed, and said, "These guys." ”

That night, the four of them whispered in the shadow of a wall near the station.

The little oil hammer said: "I said it earlier, or put it in the stomach for insurance." ”

Guli said: "Unlucky, the first time, I planted it." ”

Balang said, "That big dog is amazing. ”

Cuban said, "I have a solution. ”

The little hammer said, "Tell me about it." ”

Kuban said: "Let's go and steal things back. ”

Guli said, "Stealing from the police station? ”

Kuban said: "Yes. ”

Baran said, "There's an old man there, and that's it." ”

The little hammer said, "Haha, good, it's worth it." ”

"We have to prepare," Cuban said. ”

The little hammer said, "Let this old fool-hatted cop see what a slick with a special skill is." ”

The courtyard wall of the police station is not high, so it is easy to climb over the wall to enter. There is a dog leashed under the grape trellis in the courtyard, two cement huts, and two signs hanging at the door, one that reads "Caijiapo Railway Police Station" and the other that reads "Freight Inspection Station".

Lao Luo put the seized drugs in the safe, and waited until the next morning for the people from the city bureau to take the drugs away. Before going to bed, he did not forget to reward Lei Zi with a sausage, and in the middle of the night, when the wind rose, he locked the door behind him. He slept until 10 a.m. the next day, missing a check-in train, which was strange because he had a habit of waking up early and he didn't feel anything unusual except for a headache. When the city bureau came, they found that the drugs were gone. The windows are closed, there is an iron fence outside, the door and the safe are in good condition, there are no signs of prying, and there are no traces of theft at the scene.

How exactly did the drugs get stolen? Lao Luo couldn't figure it out.

Some thieves target police stations and police stations, not because they are bold, but because they are easier to get hold of.

Let's go back to that night and take a closer look at the whole theft.

When a train passes, Kuban and the little oil hammer climb over the wall, and the dog in the yard barks, and the dog barks because of the rumbling of the train, and after the train passes, the dog will keep barking, so shut up the dog.

There are several ways to silence a dog in a theft, such as killing it with a gun or crossbow, feeding it poisonous food, or using a flash, such as a normal camera, to remove the astigmatism glass and flash it at the dog a few times, and the bright light can make the dog unable to open its eyes for a few minutes, experience a brief period of vertigo, and then shoot it to death. Legend has it that the corpse chasers in Xiangxi will have a kind of "dumb dog technique", throw a few painted talismans around the dog, and the dog will not bark, in fact, this is a special herb.

Kuban and the little hammer used an anesthetic needle, which was placed on one end of a plastic tube and blown hard from the other end, and shot at the dog's body, and after a while it would fall unconscious. Zoo keepers often deal with predators in this way, and there have been cases of criminals using flying needles to rob in Hwaseong.

The key to the success of this theft is to coma the dog first, and then the person unconscious.

A small oil hammer stepped on the Kuban shoulder, and through the gap above the window, sprayed a drug into the house. There are many types of drugs, and triazolam and ether are often used in modern burglaries. There have been burglars who used small gas canisters as tools for burglary. Relatively rare ones include shoulder-patting drugs and ecstasy cigarettes. Thieves during the Ming and Qing dynasties used a kind of incense made from herbs such as mandala flowers and sunflowers. The small oil hammer uses a spray-type anesthetic, which is composed of methoxyflurane, cyclopropane, and isoflurane. This kind of drug can make people unconscious within a minute, and the doors and windows in Lao Luo's house are closed, and the effect of the drug will evaporate faster.

After Lao Luo fell into a coma, it was time to solve the problem of the window. Every rebar of the iron fence is so thick that only a giant can bend it. Kuban and the small oil hammer wrapped the water-soaked towel around the two steel bars, and then twisted them with wooden sticks, rotated them, and the steel bars slowly bent. It's a simple yet effective labor-saving technique. The driver of any field unit knows how to tow out a truck stuck in the mud, and the foreman of a hotel used this method to save more than a dozen people from the fire. Twisting and bending steel bars is sometimes particularly needed.

Baran got in through the gap in the window fence, covered his mouth with a wet towel, found the key to the safe, took out the drugs, put the key back in its place, and climbed out of the window.

It is worth mentioning that the Kuban and the small oil hammer deliberately covered up the traces of theft, they restored the window fence to its original state, pulled out the anesthetic injection from the dog, and even removed the footprints. This is not done out of prank, but because they consciously want to do it seamlessly. In the Hegang robbery case in Heilongjiang, the criminals picked up bullet casings while shooting, and Bai Baoshan shot and killed an innocent old man herding sheep before the robbery just to exercise his courage and marksmanship.

For criminals, crime is an art.

On February 3, 2000, the day before the Spring Festival, a fire broke out on the 6th floor of the Xingshi Railway Staff Residential Community. The mother and son were trapped on the balcony, the woman was so anxious that she shouted for help, she was still holding a child, the child was about 4 years old, because of the frightened, the cry changed its tone, and the smoke mixed with the fire poured out from the balcony.

Before dawn, the neighbors who woke up from their sleep immediately called the police and quickly organized rescue, some of whom tried to open the security door of the house but to no avail, because the living room had been blocked by fierce fire.

The crowd of onlookers downstairs was helpless, and someone proposed to tie a rope from the balcony to save the mother and son, and the rope was immediately found, but how to send it?

The woman on the balcony had her hair burned, she took off her clothes to cover her head, and the child's cries became hoarse, and the situation was critical. The firetruck is delayed, and if you wait a few more times, it is estimated that the woman will not be able to help but jump from the upper floor.

At this moment, a man silently stepped forward, he picked up the rope and bit it in his mouth, and climbed up along the sewer pipe on the wall, and his agility stunned the crowd of onlookers. He climbed to the sixth floor, adjusted his position, stepped on the bolt that held the sewer pipe, and jumped like a gecko to the balcony.

He quickly fastened the rope, and under the light of the flashlights of the crowd downstairs, he held the child in one hand and slowly descended with the other hand. He paused for a few seconds as he descended to the third floor, and those few seconds seemed like centuries to those watching below. The man held his breath and saw clearly that his hand was bleeding from the rope, and he frowned, then gritted his teeth and slid down in one breath.

The audience cheered in unison, a neighbor picked up the child, and some elderly people shed tears, when the firetruck came, and the scene was chaotic. The young man who risked his life to save lives never said a word, and people didn't even find out when he had quietly left.

After the incident, the woman and her husband searched for a life-saver, and they published a message on the radio and newspaper, asking witnesses, and some people reported that the young man had long hair and tattoos on his arm, and that he might be a migrant worker who rented a house nearby. The couple went to the local police station to look for the temporary residents, and an experienced old policeman listened to their descriptions and said:

"There are only two kinds of people who can climb the sixth floor with their bare hands, one is a trained SWAT soldier......"

The couple asked, "What about the other one?" ”

The old policeman hesitated for a moment and replied, "That man is most likely a thief." ”

This thief is the little oil hammer.

Evildoers also have a good side. Ma Jueming, the director of the education bureau, who embezzled 730,000 yuan, has sponsored several poor college students for many years, human trafficker Zhao Guiqin has rescued children who have fallen into the water, murderer Bao Jinlong has built bridges for the village, and rapist Zhen Hong has planted trees in the township.

Little Oil Hammer walked into a residential area and saw a fire in a house, at first he wanted to see the excitement, and even a little gloating. Later, he heard clearly what the child on the balcony was shouting, and the child shouted: Daddy, Daddy...... He suddenly remembered that when he left home, the child was only 10 months old, and he had been absconding for 3 years, and his son should be more than 3 years old, and he would call his father. He was sad and ready to leave, the shout beating at his heart. The moment he turned around and picked up the rope, he was no longer a thief, no longer a wanted man - he was a father.

After saving people, where did the little oil hammer go?

He got on the train.

On the train, he could see his home, a small yard on the northern Hebei Plain, with a pond in front of it and a few poplar trees.

His memories of home began with that pond.

As a child, he used to sit under a tree by the pond and watch the train pass by. He followed his mother to steal coal and tied a long bamboo pole to a homemade claw, a simple tool invented by the locals. Later, he used this kind of scratching claw to hook the passengers' luggage, and even if the train was moving fast, as long as the window was open, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the passenger's bag on the table would disappear. He worked as a small worker on the construction site, drove a tractor, and studied home appliance repair for a while, all of which he quickly gave up, as he said, "My arm also wants to work, but my head does not agree", he stole, not because of poverty, but because he could not change the life of poverty.

Later, he got engaged to a woman named Red.

He sat with her on the haystack.

She said: "When the neighbor Xiaoxiu got married, the man accompanied him with three gold and one wood. ”

"What's the three golds and one wood?"

"Gold rings, gold necklaces, gold earrings, and a Mulan motorcycle."

"I'll give you three gold and a wood, a gold ring, no," said the little hammer, "I'll give you a diamond ring, a big diamond." ”

"When and where?"

"Look there." He pointed to a shining star in the sky.

She smiled: "What about motorcycles?" ”

"You close your eyes, I'll conjure it for you, and I'll do magic."

She closed her eyes.

He kissed her.

After getting married, Xiao Youhammer and his wife ate pickles for three months, which is called artichoke, which is an underground fruit that produces yellow flowers in summer. After the birth of my son, life became even worse. He started stealing bicycles, selling them, he wasn't very good at unlocking, and sometimes he would walk down the street with a bicycle in his hand. Once, when he was caught in the middle of a theft, the man tried to take him to the police station, and he stabbed the man with a screwdriver and fled home.

That night, it was snowing heavily, a chicken was being stewed on the stove in his house, and his wife and son were sitting on the bed watching TV.

As soon as he entered the house, the police followed. He resisted arrest, but was arrested anyway. He was put in prison and soon escaped again. He began to commit crimes all over the country, theft, robbery, drug trafficking, he met Kuban on the train, and introduced Kuban to his drug trafficking line. The policemen who were waiting in ambush near his house left and came again, Henan left, and Jilin came again. Wanted notices were posted on stations, docks, squares, and even telephone poles in front of his house.

On several occasions, the hammer was almost caught, such as in the summer of 1999, when he hid in the twenty-first stack of wheat in the threshing field. The policemen who pursued him gave up after searching only twenty stacks of wheat. The little oil hammer listened to the footsteps and walked away, and a terrible thought flashed in his mind: surrender!

During the years he was wanted, Little Hammer first lived in fear, and finally in longing. He felt that sooner or later he would be caught, and he even looked forward to that day soon.

Every once in a while, he would sit on the train and take a look at his home. He could only approach in this way, though the moment's proximity was fleeting.

Now he was staring out the window, and in half an hour he would be able to see his little yard. He remembered the night he left home, when the snow was falling, the fire was blazing, a chicken was being stewed, and his wife was giggling her son. He couldn't forget this picture for a long time, he could smell the aroma of stewed chicken when he took a deep breath in the days of absconding, the chicken had been stewed for many years, and the home should still be the same, nothing had changed.

Opposite the little hammer sat an old man in military uniform, who had been observing him for a long time.

"What's the matter with your hands?" The old man asked.

"It's all right," said the little oil hammer, holding his hand up in bandages, "scratched by the glass." ”

"It seems that this Chinese New Year's Eve is going to be spent on the train, I will go to see my son, what about you, who is in the family?"

"I have a wife," replied the little oil hammer, "and a son, who is four years old." ”

Perhaps in order to pass the loneliness of the journey, the old man began to chatter about the customs of the New Year in his hometown, as well as some trivial things about his children, and we often meet such respectable and annoying old people. Little Hammer was initially willing to be a listener, but then he got impatient. The old man did not mean to shut up at all, and recounted the story of his early years as a soldier, and finally he asked the little oil hammer: "What do you do?" ”

"I said I was a wanted criminal, would you believe me?" The little oil hammer said in that joking tone, "Murder and arson, do all kinds of evil." ”

The old man was taken aback, and then his attitude changed, he looked at the long-haired young man in front of him and said, "I don't think you are a good person, a murderer, not like. Seriously, I can knock you out with one punch. I'm not afraid of you, I'm not old, I'm only 73 years old, grab you by the collar like a chick and throw you to the police. But I'm not going to do that, because, I look down on you, really, you probably did something bad, you should turn yourself in. Of course, before turning yourself in, you can go home to have a look, after all, it's almost the New Year. Look at the wife and children. Every morning your wife is the first to wake up in the village, the last to sleep at night, and she is in the field all day, unable to carry a bag of corn but still to carry. Your son wanders around, no one cares, no one asks. ”

The little oil hammer stopped talking, and this was probably the first time in his life that he had thought about it.

The old man continued to babble: "It is not easy for a woman to pull a child. Your son eats a little better than a cat and a little worse than a dog, and that's because of the price, ribs are more expensive than fish. What about you, I look down on you, seriously, you're a coward. When you walk through a kindergarten and you hear a lot of children laughing and playing games, what is your son doing, he is crying. Children are birds, but your son never sings. Other kids have toys, stuffed bears or cartoons, but your son can only use urine and mud, or pile up sand, and put leaves in the stinky gutter and watch them drift away. Now, other people's families are eating dumplings, stuffed with pork and celery, or stuffed with mutton and carrots, but what about your wife, I bet with you, she eats cabbage stuffing, maybe she will chop ham sausage and put it in, which is the kind of ham sausage that costs a dollar. What about your son, sucking his fingers next to him, he is desperately hungry, you say you are a wanted criminal, you can't be joking with me, right? ”

The little hammer twisted his head out the window, and he saw his home. The courtyard was still peaceful, and a child was playing under the poplar tree in front of the door, tears immediately welling up and blurring his vision—he recognized it as his son.

He quickly wiped away his tears and stood up to pack his luggage.

"Why, it's time for you to get out of the car at the front, right?" The old man asked.

"No, I'll go down now, I can't wait a minute." After the little oil hammer finished speaking, he climbed on the table and squatted in the window, because there was a small station in front of him, so the train was not moving fast. He surveyed the terrain for a moment, and then jumped to the edge of a pond next to the railroad tracks, where there were withered reeds and lotus leaves, but as he jumped, his clothes were hooked by the hooks in the window, and he fell on the stones on which the rails were laid, broke his legs, broke a few ribs in the process of rolling, and rolled into the pool.

He crawled forward, exerting all his strength, and finally died on the way home.