"With my frequency of committing crimes and my methods, I can say there's a 99.99% chance I won't be discovered. Under normal circumstances, I'll get off at the next stop after I succeed," the man continued earnestly as he "explained" to everyone.
The girl was stunned.
Frequency of the crimes? Methods? How did they succeed? How did they escape detection? Why does this sound increasingly suspicious?
Finally, the girl noticed the problem from the stares of the crowd and looked down at her bag—"Ah!!!"
The girl screamed.
Her bag was a birthday gift from her boyfriend; it's just a small crossbody bag, but it cost over six thousand yuan! Even if it's not a super high-end brand, it's still very expensive!
The problem is, the bag now has a neat slit.
There were only a little over two hundred yuan in the bag! But the bag itself was worth six thousand!
Huo glared at the man who had just bumped into him, his eyes practically radiating murderous intent.
"Was it you?!" the girl asked sharply. But out of caution, she took a few steps back as she spoke, to avoid the other person suddenly pulling out a knife and stabbing her in a desperate situation.
The bag is worth six thousand yuan, that's true, but if you get stabbed in the back, it's not just about the money.
His face was filled with anger and vigilance.
Being exposed in public—or rather, being exposed while he was talking—the man wasn't flustered at all. Instead, he said with a hint of helplessness, "Sometimes there's no other way. I know her bag is more valuable, but I can't just steal it, can I? Two hundred yuan will do."
He spoke casually, as if it were none of his business. But the truth was, everyone saw his actions, and the girl's reaction showed it wasn't acting. At least, something so fake couldn't possibly be secretly filmed; they weren't hired as extras, and they weren't even given lunch.
"There's...there's a thief..."
Someone in the crowd mumbled something.
"Thief!!"
The girl whose bag had been slashed recovered from her shock and exclaimed loudly.
The car braked suddenly, but didn't stop completely. The driver was flustered because a theft had occurred in his car, and he had been caught red-handed.
Will there be further conflict? Will the covert theft turn into overt robbery, or will the thief be beaten up by righteous passengers? But either way, it will seriously affect his driving safety and even seriously endanger his life.
How unlucky can you be! It's not uncommon for people to encounter pickpockets on buses, but they usually don't get caught, right?
However, things didn't seem to be as serious as the driver had imagined, and even less so than the passengers thought. The man turned to the girl whose bag he had slashed and bowed deeply.
bow……
Everyone was stunned.
What kind of amazing move is this?
"I'm sorry," the man said.
After saying that, he handed over the two hundred yuan he had stolen from the girl's bag and explained, "I know your bag is quite valuable, but I don't have that much money on me right now to compensate you. Give me your WeChat ID, and I'll transfer it to you when I get back."
"..."
"..."
Everyone was stunned again, completely bewildered. Was this man mentally ill?
Are lunatics these days able to speak so logically? And those thieving techniques...they're definitely the work of a seasoned pro! Could it be a former master thief who's gone mad?
But regardless of what the onlookers think, the real victim, the girl whose bag was slashed, was completely conscious.
An apology? A refund? A request for WeChat contact?
If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having police?
If simply paying back the money is enough, wouldn't the rich be able to do whatever they want?
If making friends means forgetting past grievances, how could the ship of friendship capsize so easily?
In short, she is the real victim. She was hit by a car, her bag was slashed, and her money was stolen. Whether the man in front of her is acting or pretending to be crazy, whether his apology is genuine or fake, it cannot cover up the fact that he really did something wrong.
Fortunately, I still had my phone.
Without saying a word, the girl was about to call the police.
Seeing this, the man shook his head with a hint of regret and sighed, "You don't need to call the police, I'll turn myself in." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the front of the car.
The driver got nervous and tapped the brakes again.
"Driver, could you drop me off at the intersection closest to the police station?" the man said.
The driver was genuinely nervous because the pickpocket was only a meter away from him, and there were no onlookers nearby. He was afraid that the guy would suddenly pull out a dagger or something and kidnap him.
So he nodded repeatedly.
The carriage fell silent again. Those familiar with the route knew that the nearest police station was about a ten-minute drive away.
But why does it feel so awkward?
He confessed to being a thief the whole time and even wanted to turn himself in. Even if he were crazy, he wouldn't be that naive, right?
Since the passengers didn't take any further action, the victim became conflicted. Various possible scenarios flashed through her mind.
Could this be a scheme to escape unscathed?
Although the money has been returned, the bag was indeed damaged. But does this mean the matter is over?
Clearly, the onlookers felt there was no threat anymore, and more importantly, there was no more excitement to watch. Perhaps it was all an act, or perhaps they had genuinely gone mad; in any case, since they hadn't suffered any losses, those who wanted to continue riding the bus could continue, and those who wanted to get off could get off.
The girl started to struggle with whether or not to follow the thief who was about to get off near the police station.
There seem to have been reports of people catching thieves and taking them to the police station, only to have the victims kidnapped as soon as they got off the bus and eventually sold to several bachelors in remote mountain villages to be their wives.
The girl felt it wasn't worth taking such a risk for a bag that cost six thousand yuan. But she was also absolutely unwilling to give up so easily.
Why am I so unlucky?
Li Lechen hadn't expected the onlookers' enthusiasm to dissipate so quickly. However, since he had been sitting in a seat towards the back, he had no reason to stir things up again. So he got up and squeezed towards the door.
As soon as Li Lechen's seat became available, it was immediately taken.
The man who stole the money was still standing by the car door, his face still pious, thinking that he was a bad person and that he would go to the police station to turn himself in later.
Time ticked by, and the man's vision began to blur...
"Chirp—"
The bus braked a little abruptly and stopped on the side of the road. This wasn't a bus stop, so the driver had almost forgotten what had just happened. Get off here, turn right, and the police station is about a hundred meters away.
At this moment, everyone remembered that there was a thief on the bus who said he wanted to turn himself in. So everyone turned their attention to the man standing by the bus door.
The man shook his head and suddenly felt a little dizzy.
If he hadn't realized he was standing, he would have almost suspected he had fallen asleep in his seat.
How could a professional thief fall asleep at work? It's a disgrace to a thief! The man cursed himself inwardly.
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