Chapter 1 The urban routine is deep Beijing West Railway Station. Less than a hundred meters away from the bus stop, a repainted, dilapidated minibus was parked quietly behind the green belt, separated from the busy entrance of the train station by only a dense patch of bushes. The minibus driver was a stocky, short man wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a pair of plain glasses. But no matter how neatly he dressed, it was difficult to conceal his gangster air. He was leaning against the window with his left hand holding a half-stacked Hongtashan cigarette, and his right thumb was rapidly tapping on his cell phone. Judging from the lustful look in his eyes and eyebrows, it was obvious that he was flirting with some woman. At this moment, the young man who was leaning against the window with his eyes closed in the passenger seat suddenly straightened his spine exaggeratedly, causing the chair to creak. The minibus driver, who was beaming with joy, was suddenly startled and almost dropped the Nokia 8250 in his hand. He immediately became furious and turned around and cursed: "You are so freaking out, are you trying to get yourself killed?!" "Ahem! Ahem!" As soon as he finished speaking, several violent coughs were heard near the car door. The driver knew that it was his accomplice pretending to be a passenger reminding him not to cause trouble and delay his business.
But in fact, he didn't need to remind him, the minibus driver had already started to back off, because the look in the young man's eyes was so creepy. His thick eyebrows were slanted upwards like two steel knives inserted into his temples. In his eye sockets, which were deeper than those of ordinary people, he had a pair of wide-open eyes that were all white, with the pupil in the middle slightly yellowish, like a poisonous snake coiled in the snow, cold, ferocious, and chilling. Just as the minibus driver was getting flustered by the stare of those eyes and subconsciously shrank his body to get as far away from the other party as possible, the young man's eyebrows suddenly drooped, and his eyelids naturally covered part of the whites of his eyes. The originally murderous facial features suddenly became much softer. "Why is this dream happening again?" The young man muttered to himself, and in a huff, he lay back with his head tilted back. Because he moved too much, the back of his head hit the cast iron window frame hard, making a dull thud. The minibus driver felt pain just watching this, and he immediately relaxed, curling his lips and cursing, "Damn, you turned out to be a fool." How could a normal person hit it so hard? Thinking that he had just been fooled by a fool, the minibus driver was a little angry and ashamed. He wanted to beat up the stupid boy, but when he thought of the boss's repeated warnings to the brothers not to turn forced buying and selling into highway robbery, he finally suppressed his anger. Compared to the minibus driver, the young man opposite was experiencing much more intense psychological activities at this time, because the severe pain at the back of his head finally made him confirm that he was not dreaming, but had returned to more than 20 years ago! The young man's name was Xu Kun. He was originally a prisoner on death row who was about to be released after serving his sentence. More than 20 years in prison have made him both hopeful and fearful of the outside world. Infected by these conflicting emotions, he has recently often dreamed about past events before he went to prison. Xu Kun's hometown is in a remote county in Hebei Province. He was born in 80. His parents divorced when he was 11 years old, and they soon started their own families and had children. Xu Kun, who was not loved by his grandmother and uncle, was kicked back and forth like a ball for several years. His temper, which was not very good to begin with, became even more violent, and he was expelled from school because of many fights. After leaving school, he cut off contact with his parents. Relying on his martial arts training since childhood and his courage and fighting spirit, he gradually made a name for himself in the county. As a result, he was appreciated by a big brother and spent two years living a happy life incompatible with gambling and drugs. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. In the summer of 01, in order to compete for the draft beer business of the HS night market food stalls, Xu Kun's boss Zhang Yong and a group of immigrants came into conflict. During the gunfight, Xu Kun charged forward, and despite being chased and blocked by three or four people, he actually broke the arm of the opposing leader, helping his side to gain the upper hand. I thought the other party would give in, but the next day Zhang Yong was attacked by a gunman sent by the other party. Although Zhang Yong escaped by chance, he no longer had the courage to confront the other party head-on. Fortunately, Brother Yong is a loyal man. Before he took the initiative to make peace with the other party, he first sent Xu Kun to the capital and asked his cousin who was a contractor to take care of him. But how could the young and frivolous Xu Kun understand what it meant to give in? After arriving in the capital, he stayed in the hotel arranged by Yong's cousin for five or six days. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Finally, he made up his mind to go home and do something big to let those outsiders know what it means that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. So he didn't even inform Yong's cousin and went straight to Beijing West Railway Station with his luggage.
After getting off the bus, Xu Kun saw a girl in a stewardess uniform standing at the entrance. He assumed that she was a station staff and went up to her to ask where to buy a ticket. As a result, he was brought to this minibus by the girl. As for the reason... "Why do you need to take a car?" At this moment, a puzzled voice suddenly came from outside the car door. It turned out to be another migrant worker in his early twenties, wearing old camouflage uniform and carrying a blue, white and red nylon bag, who was brought over by the sweet-looking girl in uniform. Seeing that he had a job, the minibus driver immediately put his Nokia in his trouser pocket, leaned out of the window, and asked condescendingly: "Comrade, our Beijing bid for the Olympic Games was successful, you should know this, right?" "Everyone knows this. I hear it on the radio every day!" Beijing's successful bid for the Olympic Games was on July 2001, 7. Today is August 13. After a month of publicity and celebration, everyone knows about it even in the mountains, not to mention the migrant workers in Beijing. But the driver continued, "You should know that there will be many foreigners coming, right? Think about it, those foreigners are unfamiliar with the place and can't speak Chinese. What if they get lost? So we specially arranged a special car to take them directly from the bus station to the ticket office!" At this point, he patted the car body and laughed, "We are now in trial operation, which means we are trying it out to find out the problem. When the Olympics really come, foreigners will not be allowed to get on the bus at all - what, you are not happy with this free bargain?" As soon as he finished speaking, his accomplices sitting at the door started laughing, and the little girl who brought the person over also covered her mouth and giggled. The migrant worker had a big chicken neck, but he thought he was just being weird and making a fool of himself in front of the people in Beijing. He lowered his head and quickly got on the minibus, making excuses, "So it was the foreign devils who made it. That's not strange, not strange." Back then, everyone tacitly accepted that foreigners were superior. Any illogical thing seemed to become reasonable when applied to foreigners, not to mention that it was related to the "Olympics". Even though Xu Kun had no good feelings towards foreigners at that time, he was still fooled by this rhetoric. Seeing that he had fooled another girl, the minibus driver raised his eyebrows at the girl with a smug look on his face, and in his heart he admired the big brother who planned all this. After bringing this group of people back to the yard, they were forced one by one to take out all their cash to buy tickets, and then they were escorted onto the train one by one, leaving them no chance to call the police. This job makes money faster than robbery and has less risk - the victims are usually uneducated country folk with no power or influence, and it is impossible for them to run back to Beijing and risk their lives for a few hundred or a thousand dollars. As for returning home and calling the police... Haha~ Anyway, even if he was caught, he would only be charged with forced purchase and sale, and at most fraud, which is much lighter than robbery. "Big brother." The minibus driver was flattering his big brother in his heart, but he didn't expect someone to tap his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Xu Kun who had given him a false alarm. The driver's face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, and he asked unhappily, "What's the matter?" Xu Kun held up a woven bag with one corner opened and showed him his white teeth: "Sorry, brother, I suddenly remembered that I left something behind, and I have to go back and get it." Having said that, he walked towards the car door. "Wait a minute, you..." The driver became increasingly unhappy upon seeing this and subconsciously wanted to stop them, but when he turned around, he discovered that everyone in the car was looking at him. He hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up the idea of stopping Xu Kun. Otherwise, if a conflict really came up, all the "wallets" in the car would fly away. Seeing Xu Kun carrying a blue and white striped woven bag, getting off the bus, walking around the green belt and disappearing into the crowd, the minibus driver cursed inwardly "bad luck", took two deep puffs of his cigarette, and reached into his trouser pocket, intending to decide on supporting the fallen women that night so as to vent his anger. As soon as he put his hand into his trouser pocket, his expression changed immediately. The next second, an angry roar broke out from the minibus: "Fuck, I just bought a cell phone!!!" at the same time.
Xu Kun, who was mixed in the crowd, took out the Nokia from the blue and white striped woven bag and calmly dialed 110. The moment the call was connected, his waist bent unconsciously. More than twenty years in prison had taught him how to hide his edge - and of course, he had also learned a lot of little 'skills' along the way. "Hello, hello, this is..." "Hello, is this the government... No, is this the police? I want to call the police!" Without waiting for the police officer on the other side to finish his opening remarks, Xu Kun spoke incoherently: "The leader is called Liu Dahai. They live in a large compound in the southwest corner of Nancaiyuan Middle School in Xuanwu District. The house number is... I can't remember it clearly. Anyway, they prepared some contraband and said they would come again..." At this point, he suddenly shouted, "Ah, what do you want to do?! I've called the police..." Without waiting for him to finish his words, Xu Kun hung up the phone, opened the back cover, pulled out the SIM card, and threw it into the sewer on the side of the road. It was a tense moment in Beijing in 2001, and coupled with his deliberate slip of the tongue in the beginning about the word "government", I believe the police would have taken it seriously and brought this gang to justice quickly. But this was actually a bargain for them. After all, in his previous life, Xu Kun was sentenced to suspended death sentence because he had a conflict with this group of people and stabbed Liu Dahai and two of his men to death on the spot. Hey~ He was young and hot-headed at the time. Stabbing Liu Dahai to death could be considered excessive self-defense, but chasing and hacking to death two others and seriously injuring one was difficult to explain as excessive self-defense. If the judge had not taken into account that Xu Kun was indeed acting in self-defense at first, I am afraid that the sentence would not be a suspended death sentence but immediate execution. All is past~ Things in the previous life were no longer important. Since God had allowed Xu to live again, he must live uprightly, freely and comfortably in this life, and make up for all the suffering he had endured in prison for more than twenty years! (End of this chapter)