The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin noticed that there were still quite a few people making a ruckus in the dining car not far away.

Among them were the voices of those two train police officers from earlier.

Yang Dalin opened the door to the private room, listened for a while, and realized that more than one person had lost money; others were coming over one after another.

Everyone in the dining car surrounded the railway police officer, demanding an explanation.

Yang Dalin turned to the two leaders and said, "Leaders, it seems that a colleague in my system has run into trouble. I'll go and help him out."

"Please take it easy with your drinks, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Yang Dalin closed the door of the private room and walked towards the dining car.

Yang Dalin quickly walked to the front of the carriage.

A group of people who had lost money surrounded two train police officers and a train attendant, chattering amongst themselves.

Yang Dalin shouted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Yang Dalin's move clearly startled everyone.

Everyone was looking at him.

Yang Dalin added, "With you all making such a commotion, how can the police officers hear anything? I'm also from the railway system, so I came to help."

Please line up one by one and go to the flight attendant to tell them about the lost items and the amount of money or tickets.

Don't go into the details yet, just tell me what was lost and how much money was lost.

After registration, they went through the process of explaining the lost items one by one.

Then the others waited quietly.

"Officer, please come here briefly. We'll go help you get your change."

The two train police officers who had just left the encirclement walked up to Yang Dalin and politely thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Comrade Yang."

"If it weren't for you, things would have been chaotic for a while longer."

"Hey, you're welcome. We're all from the same system, I was just helping out."

What exactly happened? Did they encounter a theft gang? Otherwise, why are so many people losing money?

One of the two train police officers, the older one, said, "I guess so, otherwise so many people wouldn't have lost money at the same time."

One person lost money at the beginning, and then he reported it to the police. After the announcement was made, many passengers found that their bags and pockets had been slashed and that they had lost money. Then they all rushed over.

Moreover, the next stop is not far away; it will only take about ten minutes.

It's likely that this theft gang will get off at their next stop.

About six months ago, our train had a similar situation where many people lost money, except we didn't catch the culprits.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin recalled the theft novels he had read online before.

There are said to be theft gangs that specialize in targeting gangs along a single train line, and there's even a specific term for them: "riding the big wheel."

These people can be divided into several types: some are lookouts, some are troublemakers, some are looking for easy targets, some are the perpetrators, some are the relocators, and of course, there is also a leader who commands the operation.

This seems to be just like what's written in novels.

There are many different kinds of talented people among online writers.

There are also spies who write books that expose themselves, and tomb raiders who write about how to raid tombs and get themselves imprisoned, even twice. I bet there are also authors who know how thieves operate and have written quite a few books about theft.

It can be said that many of the authors are talented.

Yang Dalin read so many novels, and learned all sorts of random things from them.

Yang Dalin guessed that so many people losing money must be the work of a gang that operates large-wheeled vehicles.

When Yang Dalin was talking to the train police officer, he never looked at the officer. It wasn't that he was being impolite; rather, he was looking at someone who had lost money.

That person was strange. Yang Dalin had told them to register one by one first, and only to say how much money and tickets were lost, without mentioning anything else.

He kept wasting his time.

He would occasionally rummage through his other pockets to see if he had lost anything, and then he would secretly glance at himself and the train police officer.

There's something wrong with this person; the way they look at people is off.

It looks like the eyes of a petty thief.

Perhaps it was arranged by the thief's boss to have him pretend to be someone who had lost money.

Then it will consume the train police officers' time.

This left the train police with no time to search for people in other carriages.

Then they waited until the next stop and got off the train.

Yang Dalin snapped out of his daze and whispered, "Comrades, I've spotted a suspicious person, the one who's currently registering the loss of money. Bring him to the nearest private room at the back of our building in a bit."

He might be part of a theft ring.

The younger of the train police officers was about to ask something when the older officer pressed his hand down: "Comrade Yang, are you sure?"

Yang Dalin nodded: "Yes, once we catch him, we'll probably find their gang soon. Otherwise, with so many people on the train, we simply won't be able to check everyone one by one. We'll be arriving at the station in just over ten minutes, and we won't even have time to search everyone."

Trust my eyes.

No problem.

The older train police officer nodded and said, "Okay, I believe you, Comrade Yang."

"Go to that private room first, we'll be right there."

The older train police officers naturally believed Yang Dalin. He had a letter of introduction from a special department and was a specially hired temporary worker in that department. How could he do that without some skills?

Yang Dalin walked to the empty sleeper compartment, sat on the bed, and waited for two train police officers to bring the person in. Yang Dalin then asked another train police officer to close the door.

Yang Dalin suddenly pulled the man over and slammed his head onto the small table in the private room.

Place one of his right hands in front of his eyes as well.

The young train police officer was bewildered by Yang Dalin's actions and even tried to stop him.

"Master, this..."

The older train police officer, whose mentor had told him, said, "Don't worry about it, just keep an eye on things."

Ignoring what was behind him, Yang Dalin pulled out a pistol from his lower back and pressed it against the man's temple, saying, "Not bad acting. Tell us about your whole gang."

The man was initially defiant and about to shout when Yang Dalin slammed his knee into his stomach.

This made him swallow his words.

"What, you want to call the police to beat someone up? Don't worry, I'm not a policeman, but I can still deal with you. You can choose not to say anything, thinking I'm afraid to shoot, right? But it's true, killing someone in a private room is not a good idea."

"How about I smash all the fingers on your right hand with a gun? You're not left-handed, are you? No problem, it'll be your left hand's turn soon."

Don't say that Yang Dalin abused his power; in this day and age, it's rare for a petty thief or criminal suspect to be taken to the police station without being subjected to a major memory restoration technique.

It still existed at the beginning of the new century, let alone now.

The guy was in a lot of pain after being poked in the stomach. His mouth was also covered, so he couldn't speak loudly, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "What did you say? I don't know. I just lost some money."

Haha, still so stubborn.

If he really smashed his finger, Yang Dalin was afraid he wouldn't be able to explain himself properly.

Yang Dalin glanced at the window next to the table; the window could be opened, and an idea came to him.

Yang Dalin pulled up the window, and the howling cold wind blew straight in.

"You've dirtied my gun by smashing your hand. Fine, I'll just smash you into a meat patty or make you into mincemeat."

Yang Dalin simply grabbed the other man by one hand and pulled him out of the window, making him crawl out completely.

Yang Dalin held up the waistband of his cotton-padded trousers with one hand.

This is even more exciting than smashing your finger.

Soon the other man saw a utility pole by the railway tracks ahead, and he was about to bump his head into it. As the pole drew closer, the guy finally got scared and shouted, "Pull me in here! I'll confess! I'll confess!"

They really won't shed tears until they see the coffin.