What kind of people are written about in this book?
This is a forgotten group of people. Sometimes our eyes can see the universe, but we cannot see the most miserable world at the bottom of society.
There is a black flame in the darkness, only those with keen eyesight can catch it. What's so great about tasting the apples in heaven? Now I want to taste the apples in hell.
For many sleepless nights, I walked around the room, smoking, drinking water, and staring at the roof in a daze. When I write, there is a sun above my head. If there isn't one, create one.
As far as I know, no one has yet been able to use air to give direction to our lives, to provide elements of motivation, and only a murderer or a writer seems to be able to draw back from life a certain amount of what they had earlier invested in it.
No language can describe a flower, but we can accurately describe some invisible and intangible things, such as darkness, happiness, love and soul. The teardrops from the candle will form the shape of stalactites when they fall, which just shows that there is something moving about a person's sadness. The water is hard because of the cold, and an ice pick hanging from the eaves can kill one person; the porcelain is sharper because it is broken, and a single fragment can kill many people.
Even though the windmill is gone, the wind is still there.
I write, I am God, I judge everyone and everything.
Below you will see some bizarre characters, many incredible plots, and various crime stories. Some stories are adapted from real cases. For well-known reasons, all the names of places and people in the article are pseudonyms!
Chapter 1 Criminal Genius
One autumn many years ago, the persimmons in Yimeng Mountain turned red. It was dusk, smoke was rising in the distance, and a few children were walking on the winding mountain road. The children were all dirty, carrying tattered schoolbags, and singing songs.
A child went to the roadside to urinate in the persimmon forest. After a while, the child came out with horrified eyes. He grabbed his hair with both hands and said to his companions with trembling lips: "There...is a dead man in the grass."
The deceased was a peasant woman. She was stripped naked, her head and limbs chopped off, and thrown into the grass. The strange thing was that the murderer sprinkled a handful of dirt on her vagina. What kind of criminal psychology does this stem from? Later, after a police investigation, it was found that the murderer was her father-in-law, who did this just to cover up her shame.
The case was not complicated: she was a widow who committed adultery with her neighbor and gave birth to a baby. Her father-in-law felt ashamed and killed her.
You can imagine that it was a moonlit night, and a white-haired old man was walking in the persimmon forest carrying a naked female body. The old man dismembered the body with an ax. Before leaving, he grabbed a handful of soil and covered his daughter-in-law's vagina. .
The persimmons are red.
The widow was killed.
That child has no mother.
There was an old street in Jiaxiang County, but the old street has long since disappeared. At that time, there were two dilapidated houses on the corner near the grain bureau. The houses had no doors, the roofs were swaying with foxtail grass, and the windows facing the north were blocked with bricks.
A foreigner once pointed at the house and asked:
"That's the toilet?"
The answer I got was surprising:
"That's not the toilet, that's the police station."
On December 23, 1978, it snowed.
The old street was muddy, the remaining snow under the telephone poles looked rough, and the snow on the branches seemed edible. The north wind howls and drops of water turn into ice. A man in a torn sweater lingered in front of the police station for a while and then left. Later, a policeman came out of the house and looked at the sky and the ground. There was a black cotton-padded jacket on the ground, with a baby wrapped in the cotton-padded jacket.
The policeman sighed, untied his arms, took out the breast and fed the child. The policeman is a woman, and the residents in the old street all know her and call her Mrs. Zhou.
Mrs. Zhou stood on the roadside to nurse, standing between heaven and earth to nurse.
Calling sister-in-law, tears fell like rain.
From then on, the child grew up in the police station and later became an excellent policeman.
Another child was born in prison.
His mother is a bitch. According to the parlance during the "Cultural Revolution", she is called a broken shoe. Broken shoes killed someone, and when the sentencing meeting was held, she stood on the stage with her head held high. When she heard about the death penalty and shooting, she spit acidic water viciously at the crowd watching. This sour water saved her life.
She is pregnant.
One is heaven, the other is earth, and the third is all things.
A few months later, Dangdangdang, the child was born. She suffered from puerperal fever. Before she died, she struggled and said to a policewoman: "If I want to know who the father of this child is, I will never spare him or kill him."
The warden is Shen Ang, who was born in the police. During the "Cultural Revolution", he was imprisoned in the detention center for a wrong case. After he was rehabilitated, that is, after 1978, his opinions on work arrangements were sought from his superiors. What he chose was the detention center where he was imprisoned. He has a deep affection for prisons. I have been a prisoner and a policeman, so I can think twice. He told other prison guards at the meeting: "This child has a connection with the prison and has no relatives. Wherever you throw him, the Civil Affairs Bureau doesn't care if you throw him on the street. Let alone this, let him live here first."
The prisoner named the child Goofy. This may represent their wishes. Female prisoners have the most beautiful breasts because they are right there. The female prisoner became Gao Fei's mother, the male prisoner became Gao Fei's father, and the prison became his home.
Prison is also a school. Time is a broken watch. Gao Fei could crawl, and his little hands touched every inch of the land inside the high wall. He crawled in the shadow of the prisoner, and stood up as he crawled. One day, the warden said to himself, "I may have made a mistake. Was this child born to learn crime?" The child was taciturn but very close to the prisoner, who taught him many things. When he learned to eat, he learned to smoke at the same time. When he learned to speak, he learned to curse at the same time. Before childhood, I was accustomed to meditating, and before puberty, I learned how to masturbate. He knows all kinds of gangster incisions and knows all kinds of tattoo symbols. He knew how to boil opium and prepare aphrodisiacs. Gradually, various criminal methods were memorized in my mind, such as how to use blades to steal, how to use stones to rob, how to use melon seeds to defraud, etc.
In this way, Gao Fei grew up in prison.
When he was 16 years old, he said to the warden: "I want to go out for a walk."
All the prisoners clung to the iron bars and sang a song. This song is a farewell song for released prisoners.
The intersection is like a cross.
Gao Fei walked towards a deserted path. He had nothing, not even the small piece of hard earth he stepped on. He was penniless but rich. There are a thousand bats flying in his mind. Aren't a thousand evil thoughts wealth? You can buy shortcuts, buy black flames that are invisible at night.
The little money given to him when he was released from prison had been spent and he wandered around. Another name for wandering is depravity. People who wander in the city are like wild beasts in the city, and people who wander in the countryside are like wild beasts in the countryside. They are beggars, human traffickers, mountebanks, wanted criminals, pheasants and homeless people. What do they rely on to survive? There is no career, or career is a crime.
Gao Fei walked from the city to the countryside. As he walked, he saw a knife, a butcher's knife. This grassy path led to the market.
At dawn the next day, an old man going to the market saw a child. The child stood in the middle of the road, holding a knife in his hand, with red eyes and teeth trembling with cold. He was barefoot and wearing an adult's shirt.
The child said, "Give me a bite to eat."
He committed his first crime: robbery.
The robber looked at the old man.
The old man looked at the child.
The wind rustled the corn on both sides of the road. The old man said: "Son, where are you from?"
The child said, "From prison."
"Baby, where do you live?"
"Prison." The child said impatiently, "Hey, is there anything to eat? What's in the basket?"
The child approached step by step with a sharp knife in his hand. The old man felt so frightened that he dropped the basket and ran away.
There is a plastic bag containing washing powder in the basket, and there is some change in the bag.
The child picked up the money, shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards the village on the roadside.
Across a ditch full of reeds, Gao Fei saw a house. The small courtyard is quiet, the fence is full of morning glories, and a dog with its tongue hanging out is tied to a jujube tree. There is a bowl in front of the dog, with bones in the bowl and a little meat on the bones.
He stood there, extremely hungry. In front of him was a smelly ditch, and in front of the dog was a paradise.
He quickly jumped over the ditch, climbed over the fence, and reached the yard.
The dog barked.
There was a mute girl in this family. She couldn't hear the dogs barking. When she was combing her hair, she glanced out of the window and saw a child sitting in the yard, grabbing bones, gnawing and swallowing, and looking around from time to time.
The mute girl pushed open the wooden window, and there was a strange whine, and the child was so frightened that she ran away.
Goofy ran to the market. The market was still deserted. There was a row of concrete stands selling fish on the east side, and a row of wooden cases selling meat on the west side. In the middle was a row of debris, in order: an old sack, a stone, a broken bowl, and a branch. , a piece of rope... These all represent people and the stalls occupied by vendors.
Gao Fei bought a bowl of fish soup from the rice vendor. The biggest feature of this fish soup is that there is no fish. After drinking, the market became lively. The chicken sellers, meat sellers, and vegetable sellers started shouting, and some didn't.
Suddenly, three whips were heard, and a monkey charmer drew a circle on the open space with bricks. Then the monkey charmer shouted in a long voice: "Mom, stop - okay." A little monkey behaved He stood at attention and saluted. The onlookers who came forward applauded and laughed. The little monkey stood for a while, tired, then sat on the ground, glared at the monkey, picked up the whip, and cursed another curse word about the monkey ancestors.
The little monkey was so frightened that he squeaked and ran around in circles. The monkey juggler said: "Hey, stop!" and then issued a series of commands. Under these commands, the little monkey performed walking, lying down, crawling forward, and pretending to be dead when shot, making the audience laugh. Finally, the monkey player threw a broken hat to the little monkey, and the little monkey held it up and asked for money from the onlookers. Whoever gave more money would kneel down and kowtow.
"Here comes the tax collector!" A big hat asked the monkey charmer to pay ten yuan. When he was issuing the receipt, the monkey charmer said: "Don't open it, I don't want the receipt." The tax collector said: "Hey, you know how to do things. Then I'll charge you five yuan."
After the tax collector left, a dog squeezed in. It stared at the monkey and purred threateningly. The monkey showed no sign of weakness, bared its teeth and made several obscene gestures.
It's fun to watch people fight. Another meaning of "someone is fighting" is "I have to see". Watching animals fight is also fun.
Sometimes there is no need for a reason for a fight, it is enough that each other feels displeased with the other.
The monkey won, it blinded the dog, and the crowd cheered. The monkey juggler whistled, and the monkey jumped onto his shoulder.
Just as the monkey juggler squeezed out of the crowd, Gao Fei secretly put his hand into his backpack.
Gao Fei sat under an earth wall and panted. He ran here from the market in one breath, and what he stole was not money, but a wanted notice that had just been removed from a telephone pole:
Jin Bingshan, nicknamed Shanya, male, 55 years old, 1.70 meters tall, from Jintai Village, Fan County, Shandong Province, was sentenced for drug trafficking, and is now on the run...
"Bring it here!" The monkey trick suddenly stood in front of Gao Fei.
Gao Fei's hand trembled: "Shan Ya!"
The monkey trick said, "It's me."
Gao Fei said: "I...I can't read." After saying that, he stood up.
"It's a quick start. It's a seedling. If Xiaoyanbao hadn't seen it, I would have made you run away." Shan Ya said. The monkey named Xiaoyanbao made faces at Gaofei and hit him with small stones.
Gao Fei said: "If it weren't for this little monkey, you wouldn't be able to find me or catch up with me."
"Yeah," Shan Ya sat down on the stone, "My legs are bad." He rolled up his trousers, took off a prosthetic leg, rubbed his knee joints and said, "I'm a lame."
When Xiao Yanbao saw the prosthetic limb, his eyes lit up and he played a few haha, tears and snot streaming down his face immediately.
It slowly crawled to Shanya, squeaking and begging for something.
Shan Ya sighed, pinched out a small packet of white powder from the prosthesis, poured it into his palm, and stuck out his tongue to lick the small cigarette packet, his tail raised in excitement. Shan Ya touched the head of the small cigarette bag and then said to Gao Fei: "Are you coming with me or staying here?"
Shan Ya had a sullen face.
Gao Fei said: "I'll go with you."
The two men and the little monkey turned the corner and disappeared. Who > Zangshu.com could have imagined that a few years later, an unprecedentedly large criminal group would emerge, casting a shadow over the entire China.