Return To 1977 Chapter 18: Leizi

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Looking back at this time, the toilet was also busy.

Hong Yanwu looked around and saw a middle-aged man rushing out of the men's room, fastening his belt in a hurry.

This man was a bit of a loser. As soon as he got out of the toilet, he encountered You San popping the cigarette **** in his hand. With a "swish", a red bright spot flew straight to his head.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man was quite nimble. He tilted his head and narrowly avoided the "hidden weapon". It would be great fun if this really put a "lucky dot" on his forehead.

The middle-aged man watched with his own eyes as the cigarette **** hit the wall behind him, sparks flashing out, and his face was naturally full of "hateful resentment" despite being frightened. But intimidated by You San's gangster looks, he could only swallow his anger and walked away without daring to express his "heartfelt feelings".

After the middle-aged man left, You San and the others still did not enter the toilet, and continued to wait outside leisurely. No need to guess, there are probably people in the toilet.

Sure enough, after a while, another dark-looking boy ran out with his pants held up and tears streaming down his face. At first glance, he must have been beaten inside.

The three little boys who were guarding the door immediately became energetic. They smiled evilly and stopped the black boy from leaving. The black-faced boy directly touched the unlucky kid's pocket. The little greasy-faced boy and the triangular-eyed boy made a fuss about picking off the trousers that the black boy was pulling up, which frightened the kid so much that he almost screamed.

In the end, You San got annoyed, and probably felt that these boys were too shameless. After scolding them a few times and giving Triangle Eyes a kick, the three bad boys reluctantly let this miserable boy go.

The ravaged black boy finally got rid of it and ran straight to the south end of the fork without even fastening his pants. The child was crying and pulling up his pants. The back of the pants was all down, revealing a small black butt.

When they saw this scene, the three bad boys almost lost their joy. They blew their whistles and shouted together, "It's such a cold day, snowflakes are falling, whose children are naked..."

These three bad guys are just plain annoying. The whole combination of wilted, damaged and damaged.

To say that this middle-aged man and the black boy are indeed unlucky. They were obviously just in the middle of the "progress" when they were kicked out by the short guys and big guys inside. To be able to withstand this kind of sudden braking, your body really has to be in bad shape. There is no other way, who let You San and the others fall in love with this place?

According to the general rules of pickpocket gangs, as long as they are a member of a theft gang, they must hand over their income to the public at a fixed time and at a fixed time every day, and no one can hide anything. Generally, when doing this kind of thing, the quieter and more remote the place you choose, the better. It is usually a roadside toilet. This toilet at Sanchakou is both clean and close to the train station, so it is not surprising at all to thieves.

The only thing to blame is that there are too few public toilets these days. According to records, before 1979, there were only 5,500 public toilets in Beijing. Even in the most prosperous areas of Beijing, there are only about 20 public toilets. In residential areas, there are often only one or two public toilets in an alley, and it is normal to queue up to use the toilet. You San and the others also wandered around the area, and finally found such a treasure.

Now that the toilet has been completely "occupied" by You San and his gang. The short-toned man and the big man soon came out of the toilet. They talked to You San for a few more words, and then each took out the banknotes from their bodies.

Hong Yanwu behind the wall was very happy when he saw it. He estimated that he was going to "split the leaves".

"Hai" means points in the jargon. Money is called "leaf" in the jargon. Counting money is called "clearing the leaves". Not to mention how beautiful it feels. According to the rules, after the gang leader has counted all the money, food stamps, cloth stamps and other valuable tickets, he must first set aside part of the monthly payment, and then the rest can be distributed according to the member's level and contribution. First "clear" and then "split". This is basically the process of dividing the spoils.

However, there is one more thing that needs to be made clear. Although "splitting leaves" is also counting stolen goods, it is still different from "skipping empty bags". Because "splitting the leaves" is mainly about the summary and distribution of all the loot within a period of time, while the purpose of "skipping the bags" is to focus on quickly disposing of the physical evidence generated after each crime is committed.

You San took the money from Cun Tou and the big man and looked around at the same time. At this time, the expression on his face was particularly obvious. In jargon, it was particularly "cang". Hong Yanwu immediately saw that this boy had a lot of "goods" in him, or else he had this kind of virtue?

Contrary to You San, the three cubs next to you were extremely excited and rushed to the toilet, as if they were eager to chop leaves quickly. Judging from how happy they were, maybe this was a concentrated distribution of this group of thieves in recent times.

Hong Yanwu's eyes gleamed for a moment, like a wolf seeing its flesh.

If we really catch up with this good thing, not only can the lost money and goods be recovered, but maybe we can also make a small fortune today.

Ha, I caught a big fish today, so I have to hold on tight.

But You San was surprisingly vigilant. After collecting the money one by one, he pointed at the fork in several directions and muttered for a while. Then he waited until the big man lit up a cigarette at the door of the toilet, and turned towards the fork with his head shaking step by step, before he turned around and entered the toilet with the three children.

You're really smart. It seems that You San left the big guy to guard the door of the men's room, while Buntou guarded the intersection, so that he could observe all directions and act as an early warning.

Seeing that only the big man was left at the door of the toilet, Hong Yanwu also began to calculate the distance to the toilet.

Based on visual inspection, it was probably less than forty meters, and it took about seven or eight seconds to run. But this alley is straight. It's absolutely impossible to approach quietly without being noticed. As long as he moves, the big man will definitely notice it. Moreover, there is Cun Tou on the other side of the fork. As soon as the big man says hello, Cun Tou will definitely run back to help.

Hong Yanwu lowered his head and considered it again, and decided that it would be better to rush over in one go. The key is that once the bathroom door is blocked, none of them can escape.

Hey, deal with the big guy first, then come out and get one by one, and then get down on the ground. If they don't do it, it's fine. If they do, they will remember it for a lifetime.

As soon as Hong Yanwu made up his mind, he clenched his hands tightly into fists, his muscles tensed, and the blood all over his body suddenly became hot. Excitement rushed from the back of his spine to the top of his head.

This is such a good place, you can practice whatever you want. By the time the police and workers' militia arrived, the matter would have been over.

How often have you ever known each other to fight? Don’t know? Then cry to Gong'e.

Grandpa is here!

Hong Yanwu bowed his body and planned to turn a corner and rush to the toilet. But as soon as he took a step forward, his hands grabbed the wall again, and he staggered a little before he stopped.

How to say it? He suddenly realized something was wrong. This is an ominous premonition that I haven’t experienced in a long time. It was like a mysterious force was surrounding him. Invisible, intangible, but absolutely certain.

That's right, it's the feeling of being "folded" (a slang term for being arrested).

Hong Yanwu's eyes changed, and he looked around with suspicion.

Wait, that’s not right.

First of all, it’s noon. After lunch, there were a few people walking or going to work, but after such a long time, except for the cyclist, no one passed by in this alley...

And...

Hong Yanwu somehow always remembered the cyclist who just passed by. Although he only met that person once, he felt that the young man looked at him in a particularly awkward way.

The eyes are the most difficult to lie, eyes can often reveal everything.

What kind of look does the man on the bike look like?

Excitement, coldness, contempt.

Yes, that’s the policeman’s look!

Excitement is the expression when seeing a criminal, coldness implies the determination to arrest, and contempt is completely the expression of professional emotions.

"Leizi" (a slang term for a plainclothes policeman) is definitely a "Leizi", he didn't run away!

Hong Yanwu was inspired and enlightened. He has been dealing with the police for decades and knows the characteristics of the police very well. If in the eyes of the police, criminals all have their own characteristics, conversely, in his eyes, the police also have their own characteristics.

Obviously, this is a trap set up by the police just for You San and the others, just waiting for them to get in.

But what about him? What kind of? To bring glory to others or to throw yourself into a trap?

Is this considered an act of righteousness? You have to trust the police too. His role may have been "pre-determined" by Lei Zi who just rode over, and he has become the patrol post of You San's gang.

Hong Yanwu was afraid but also felt ashamed. An old Jianghu like him should have been extremely vigilant, because only by not letting go of any clues can he ensure that he can live longer. But he was so negligent. I wonder if it was because he had been rich for so long in his previous life that he became so slow.

It’s really suspenseful. Fortunately, at the most dangerous moment, those eyes gave him inspiration, and he stopped in front of the trap.

He was sweating, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of luck.