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

Yang Dalin pulled the other person in and closed the window.

It was a little more comfortable in the private room; it had been too cold earlier.

Ignoring the other man's frightened attempts to calm himself, Yang Dalin shouted directly into his ear, "Talk or don't, I'll throw you out this time and make you crash into a telephone pole, smashing your head to pieces."

"I'll talk, I'll talk, there are seven of us in total."

The eldest brother, at the connection between carriages three and four, disguised himself as an old man with limited mobility, carrying a cane.

A black cotton-padded jacket, gray trousers, and a straw rope tied to the black cotton-padded jacket.

He had a long face and a small mustache.

Two lookouts were stationed in different carriages. One was a middle-aged man dressed as a junior official, wearing glasses, with a side-parted hairstyle, and holding a newspaper in one hand.

An old woman, disguised as a child visiting relatives, was holding a three-year-old girl. The little girl was wearing a light red cotton-padded jacket and had two small braids.

The two henchmen were dressed as a master worker, wearing a cotton-padded coat from a machine factory, and as his apprentice.

There was another woman who specialized in receiving transferred money; she arranged for herself to be a pregnant young wife.

She had a green towel wrapped around her head, and the valuables were hidden inside her stomach.

Seven people including himself, this doesn't include the child, otherwise there would be eight people.

Yang Dalin asked again, "Is the child that old woman's child, or was it abducted?"

The young man said, "It seems like it was found, not stolen. People are starving at this time of year, so someone might have deliberately abandoned it. It was found near the train station."

Yang Dalin asked about the other details of the men's appearance and attire, then picked up a pillowcase and gagged him, before tying him up with a bed sheet.

"Comrades, you heard me? I'll go and catch them for you. I'll knock them out one by one, and then you two will follow behind me to pick them up and move them to safety."

Otherwise, once they see your clothes, they might resist or incite other passengers to cause chaos as soon as you get close, which could lead to trouble if innocent passengers are injured.

Time is of the essence. I'll knock one out, and you guys shout, "This comrade is sick and starving. Take them to the restaurant for something to eat."

That way, no one will suspect you.

"Besides, there are fewer of you, which makes it safer. We can arrest them one by one. Otherwise, if the others get scared away or transfer the stolen money, we won't be able to catch them and seize the goods."

The older train police officer nodded: "Okay, we'll do as you say, Comrade Yang."

So Yang Dalin walked out of the private room. He was wearing an ordinary cotton-padded coat and no police overcoat. He strolled past like an ordinary passenger, and no one suspected anything.

Yang Dalin quickly approached his first target.

This is the lookout who was pretending to be a minor official. He was holding a newspaper and pretending to look at it, but his eyes kept glancing in the direction Yang Dalin came from.

Moreover, it was located near carriage number three, which was the closest to the soft sleeper compartment.

He couldn't get into the sleeper car, so he pretended to be waiting to use the toilet.

I don't know if the person I just dragged into the private room saw it.

When Yang Dalin passed by him, he didn't see that Yang Dalin was paying attention to him.

Instead, they only paid attention to the dining car on the other side of the sleeper compartment.

The train swayed, and Yang Dalin pretended to lose his balance, leaning against him and grabbing the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Yang Dalin stood up, helped him up, and patted his face, saying, "Comrade, what's wrong? Did you faint from hunger?"

Other passengers waiting to use the restroom moved away, just as the train police arrived.

The question was asked: "What's wrong with this comrade?"

Yang Dalin said, "He looks like he's starving; his complexion is off."

The train police officer said, "Let's help him to the dining car to get some water and see if we can get him some fresh water. We have a doctor on the train."

So Yang Dalin handed the man over to the train police.

I'll just leave it at that and move on to the next goal.

Two flight attendants replaced two police officers.

He then followed behind Yang Dalin.

In this way, the train police and the train attendants took turns, and Yang Dalin brought back all the people that the man had mentioned, including the old woman holding the child.

Although these consecutive trips did not cause any disturbance among the passengers, some people still wondered, "Why are so many people suddenly fainting from hunger?"

Ignoring everyone's comments, Yang Dalin caught the last person and was about to turn back.

Yang Dalin subconsciously glanced at everyone in the last carriage.

Suddenly, he noticed another person and hurriedly avoided Yang Dalin's gaze.

This person is suspicious. Could it be that the other side's leader is hiding someone else?

That's very likely.

Yang Dalin walked up to the man, who was sitting at the very back of the three-seater bench.

Yang Dalin pointed at him and said, "Hey, comrade, come out here for a moment."

This was a man in his late twenties, not yet thirty, wearing glasses and trying to appear cultured.

He looks like a very refined and cultured teacher.

However, Yang Dalin, who has watched the TV series "The Oriole," knows that, let alone pretending to be a teacher, even a real doctor could be the leader of a theft gang, and a watch repairman could be a technical expert in the theft gang.

They'll use any hidden profession they can find in order to steal.

The man stammered, "I...I...don't know you. Why are you going out?"

Yang Dalin pulled out a train police officer's ID card he had just borrowed and pinched the photo: "The plainclothes officers on the train suspect you are connected to the theft gang from earlier."

Come on, come out and cooperate.

The man recoiled in fright, crying, "I didn't steal anything! I'm not a thief! Don't arrest me!"

This person looks very flustered and scared.

The two girls sitting with him had already moved aside.

Yang Dalin smiled and said, "You didn't steal anything, you're not a thief, so what are you afraid of? What are you panicking about?"

"Please show me your name, age, workplace, and work ID."

The man, his hands trembling, pulled his work ID from his shirt pocket and said haltingly, "I've been timid since I was a child. I get nervous when I see the police. I have a work ID. I have a job. I'll get it now."

The other person pulled out a work ID, which Yang Dalin opened with one hand and glanced at: "Chinese teacher?"

A Chinese language teacher?

Recite a poem, "Ode to a Knight-Errant," and let me hear it.

"Ah, what's 'Ode to a Knight-Errant'?"

"You don't even know Li Bai's 'Ode to the Knight-Errant'? Do you even know 'Inscription of a Humble Abode'?"

"Me, me, me,"

"What do you mean, 'you'? You're a Chinese teacher? You don't know Li Bai's 'Xia Ke Xing' or Liu Yuxi's 'Lou Shi Ming'? These are junior high school level knowledge! You don't even know these things? How dare you call yourself a Chinese teacher?"

"Is the work ID fake?"

"I, I'm an elementary school Chinese teacher. These are all middle school teachers. Is it abnormal that I don't know?"

Seeing that he was stubborn, Yang Dalin laughed and said, "Alright, then recite Li Bai's 'Goose, Goose, Goose'."

"Yes, I know that. Goose, goose, goose, with its neck curved towards the sky, it sings. Its white feathers float on the green water, and its red webbed feet stir the waves."

Yang Dalin grabbed him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? That's Bo Qingbo. Did your teacher's wife teach you this poem? Alright, stop acting. Ode to the Goose is by Luo Binwang, not Li Bai."

"You think you can fool me with this? You're a Chinese teacher, do you think I'm as uncultured as you? Come on, come with me."

The fake Chinese teacher was terrified and was taken away by Yang Dalin.

The two girls sitting next to him, who looked like high school students, burst out laughing.

One girl said, "This policeman is quite cultured."

Another person said, "That's right, I only remember a few lines from 'Ode to the Knight-Errant,' but I remember 'Inscription of the Humble Abode' very clearly."