DreamersGN Chapter 575 Are you here to turn yourself in?
Chapter 575 Are you here to turn yourself in?
They seem to be nothing more than a few petty thieves.
Lu Yao put his hand inside his cotton-padded coat.
The man in black woolen clothes stared at Lu Yao's hand, thinking he was scared and was about to take out his money.
What Lu Yao pulled out wasn't money, it was a gun.
A mirror-finish box pistol.
He chambered the bullet, and the click sounded particularly crisp in the empty alley.
The little thief was completely frozen in place.
Lu Yao raised his gun, not even needing to aim, and fired first.
"Bang"
The cotton hat on the black woolen man's head flew up with a thud, swirling and landing on a snowdrift a few meters away, revealing his shaved, pale scalp and a bullet wound on his head from which blood was flowing.
The woman in black woolen clothes suddenly felt weak in the knees and her head shrunk by half.
He turned to run away but was kicked to the ground by Lu Yao.
"If you dare run away, I'll shoot you in the back of the head!"
The remaining three all knelt down with a thud, covering their heads with their hands.
They didn't even care that the coal ash on the road was hurting their knees.
The man in the gray cotton-padded jacket took his wallet out of his pocket, held it above his head with both hands, and his fingers were trembling.
"Brother, brother, please forgive us for not recognizing your greatness..."
Lu Yao put the gun away, engaged the safety, and tucked it back into his waistband.
He took the wallet from the hand holding the gray cotton-padded jacket, weighed it in his hand, and put it into his own cotton-padded jacket pocket.
"Get up, all of you," he said.
No one dared to make a move.
"Get up and come with me."
Hei Nizi finally got up, not daring to pick up his hat, and shrank his neck as he shrank forward.
The people lined up in a row, with Lu Yao following behind, and entered the waiting room through a side door.
Lu Yao could see through the petty thieves' abilities; they were only relying on their numbers and the courage of their knives. Once the gun went off, their courage would be shattered.
The waiting room was crowded.
Some were carrying bedding rolls, some were carrying net bags, some were holding children, and some were squatting and smoking pipes.
Just now, when Lu Yao chased the thief out, everyone shook their heads and sighed.
Everyone knows that pickpockets at the train station usually operate in gangs, so if Lu Yao chases after them alone, he'll most likely get hurt.
These kinds of things happen frequently at train stations, so everyone is used to it.
Just then, the side door opened, and a disheveled man came in.
A young man in a military overcoat followed behind.
Everyone remembers that he was the one who chased the thief earlier.
They looked high and mighty, while the thieves were dejected, grabbing one after another.
The passengers looked on incredulously and automatically made way for them.
Someone recognized the guy in the black wool coat; he was a notorious hoodlum in the area.
"Isn't that Er Laizi from West Street?"
"How did you get arrested?"
"Who's that in the back? A police officer?"
Not like.
The young man was wearing a military overcoat, but without collar insignia or cap badge.
Everyone watched as Lu Yao berated the young man, kicking him if he walked too slowly, and no one dared to talk back or resist.
Huang Yuejuan was still standing by the bench waiting for Lu Yao.
I don't know why Lu Yao suddenly started pursuing a young man.
She saw Lu Yao return and went to greet him.
Lu Yao pulled the familiar blue cloth wallet out of his pocket, paused for two seconds before realizing what it was, and subconsciously reached out to touch the bottom of the wallet.
I specifically left my wallet there, but it's empty now.
Lu Yao placed the wallet in her hand:
"Count them, are any missing?"
Huang Yuejuan clutched her wallet, not counting the money:
"Tuwazi, are you alright?"
"What's the big deal about catching a few petty thieves? I'll hand them over to the police."
The train station police station is located at the east end of the waiting room.
The door was open, and an elderly policeman in a white uniform was reading a newspaper.
He looked up and saw five people enter.
The first one was drooping his head, followed by a calm young man.
"What happened?"
The old policeman put down his newspaper.
Lu Yao pushed his gray cotton-padded coat forward:
"They stole a wallet. These three are accomplices, and they're armed with knives."
Three switchblades and a small knife made from a hacksaw blade were lying on the table.
The old policeman looked at the thief in the west, then at Lu Yao.
Lu Yao handed over his work ID, a red plastic one, the ID of a militia company commander.
"You caught it all by yourself?"
"Um."
The old policeman flipped his work ID over to look at it, then looked at Lu Yao.
"A guy from the west, and he's carrying a knife." The old policeman returned the badge, glaring at the group. "It's Er Laizi, you've never learned your lesson, have you?"
They kept slapping the black-clad man, one mouth at a time, and he didn't dare utter a single fart.
The old policeman took two pairs of handcuffs out of the drawer and unfolded them with a clatter.
The two thieves were chained together, handcuffed through the wooden stool legs, and both of them were bent over with their buttocks sticking out, unable to straighten their backs.
Then he came out to see Lu Yao off, being very polite.
Lu Yao returned and handed the train ticket to Huang Yuejuan:
"Tickets will be checked in twenty minutes. Don't fall asleep too soundly on the train; put your things on your lap."
Huang Yuejuan took the ticket, her big, watery eyes fixed on Lu Yao, looking reluctant to part with him.
"Country bumpkin."
"Um?"
"You... be careful. I'll be back for your wedding."
Lu Yao nodded and patted the back of her hand.
I glanced at the large clock on the wall of the waiting room; the long hand had jumped another notch.
"Tickets checked, let's go."
Huang Yuejuan nodded, picked up her package, and walked towards the ticket gate.
After walking a dozen steps, I turned back.
Lu Yao was still standing there, his military overcoat collar turned up, his hands in his pockets.
His handsomeness is revealed unintentionally.
Lu Yao caught up with her and took her bag:
"Let me see you onto the train. The train has already pulled into the station."
She didn't say anything, turned back, and handed the ticket to the ticket inspector.
"Let me see you onto the train. The train has already pulled into the station."
She didn't say anything, turned back, and handed the ticket to the ticket inspector.
The ticket inspector looked at Lu Yao, and Lu Yao said:
"Give it to someone."
Then I came in.
At this point, you don't even need a platform ticket; the ticket inspector is very easy to talk to.
On the platform, the green train was puffing out white steam.
Huang Yuejuan boarded the bus, found a seat, and sat down by the window.
Lu Yao then went downstairs.
There was a layer of frost on the window. Huang Yuejuan warmed her palms for a while, and a small piece melted, so she looked out.
Lu Yao had already walked away.
……
Lu Yao didn't want to have a tearful farewell scene with a girl at the train station.
They just left without warning.
She wouldn't chase after the train; that would make Huang Yuejuan even more upset.
It's not like it's a matter of life and death.
I don't want to do those "warm-hearted" things.
I drove out and headed for the police station.
You should ask Jing Youxiang about the progress of Mei Ping's case.
The command post vehicles have become like passes, allowing them to move freely in Jiangzhou.
The car first entered the police station compound.
Upon going upstairs, the first person to be greeted was Ben Meiping's office.
Mei Ping is reviewing the case files and analyzing the facts.
Seeing Lu Yao come in, he quickly got up to pour water.
The only guests who would receive a seat and water from a bureau chief like Hao Limin or Lu Yao are probably none other than Hao Limin.
When other people arrive, Mei Ping will at most call someone from the secretariat to entertain them; she won't do it herself.
Hao Limin was the first leader she met, and Lu Yao had a somewhat special relationship with him; she enjoyed serving him.
They were even more enthusiastic towards him than towards Hao Limin.
Holding water glasses in both hands, they handed them to Lu Yao, teasing him with a smile:
"Weren't you hunting and selling furs? Why are you here all this time? Are you turning yourself in?"
"I haven't committed any crime, why would I need to turn myself in?"
"Think carefully, what mistake did you make?"
Mei Ping leaned back on the writing desk, facing Lu Yao who was sitting in the chair, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at him.
Lu Yao laughed and said, "Don't act like you're interrogating a criminal. If you have something to say, say it first."