In March, the thieves of Ningchuan, Hong Jinxi, were arrested.

Ningchuan can only be regarded as a second-tier city in China, with relatively backward economic development and no well-known tourist attractions, but since the king of thieves was born in the late 1990s, Ningchuan's name as the capital of thieves has been established.

It can be said that with Ningchuan City as the center, three provinces are divided out.

Hundreds of cities and even counties were stolen by the disciples and Sun Hong brought out by Hong Jinxi. Not to mention the white roads, even the underworld would not want to provoke this thief.

The title of King of Thieves alone has been published in newspapers no less than ten times in recent years.

But to tell the truth, Hong Jinxi is a thief, but he is a very pursued thief.

If you don't do small deals, almost all big deals can be done by him personally.

The richest person in Ningchuan City is Mr. Lin Rusheng. He is a commercial giant that emerged in the 1980s and a well-known antique collector in China.

It is no exaggeration to say that the total value of the antiques stored in his vault can buy a quarter of Ningchuan City.

These shockingly valuable antique collections are all hidden by Lin Rusheng in a private vault under the villa in the suburbs. It was built by Lin Rusheng when he was young. In recent years, he has been continuously improving with modern technology. The safety factor is comparable to that of the national treasury. There is no possibility of being stolen.

But even such a "high-end" vault could not stop the king of thieves.

In 1998, the vault under the Lin’s villa was stolen, and a total of more than 60 pieces of cultural relics were stolen. Among them, the most valuable cultural relic is the Qibao Golden Fallen Swallow Buddha of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that Lin Rusheng was in Hong Kong in 1990. The photographed collection is currently valued at least 300 million yuan.

After the news about the theft of the Lin family was exposed, the title of King of Thieves in Ningchuan was completely famous in China, and more and more people learned of the name of King of Thieves, Hong Jinxi.

In fact, Hong Jinxi's most famous hard skills are three-fast shots, fast unlocking, and one running fast.

These skills can also be regarded as his ability to settle down.

One of the biggest headaches for the police is his second skill, unlocking.

The speed at which the King of Thieves unlocks is absolutely unscientific. It can be seen from the surveillance video provided by the Lin family that even the five doors failed to prevent him. Regardless of the type of lock, it could not last for two seconds under his hands. .

You know, the Lin family's vault is comparable to that of a major bank. Password locks and fingerprint locks are all available, but the thief can open them in less than two seconds... Is this scientific?

For a person who knows the password, it takes about ten seconds to open the lock, which is only five seconds faster, but what if you don’t know the password?

At the end of 1998, the Qibao Liujin Luoyan Buddha stolen by Hong Jinxi appeared in the United Kingdom and was taken away by a wealthy businessman at a high price. The surveillance video provided by the Lin family was also sent to the Forty-Nine City, causing an uproar.

The leaders were not shocked by Hong Jinxi's appalling stealing technique, but they discovered that Hong Jinxi had a "thing" in his hands that shouldn't have appeared.

I have to say that Hong Jinxi is a very capable thief. In the next few years, despite the police chasing and intercepting him, under the arrangement of the superiors of Sijiucheng, the old thief has never been caught.

Gradually, the king of thieves began to silence his voice, as if the golden basin had washed his hands, and never committed another crime.

But no one would have thought that today, nearly twenty years later, he will become a "guest" of the police.

The outside world felt that he was arrested, but the insiders knew that he came in by himself.

On March 10, Hong Jinxi was taken into the interrogation room for the second time.

The person in charge of the interrogation, Zhao Meng, sat aside, with a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't light it, and stared at this unbelievable fat man.

Fifty-three years old, Dazhong has a height of less than 1.75 meters and a weight of more than 170 kilograms.

How did someone who couldn't be found after being thrown into the crowd became the king of thieves?

"Are you sick?"

Hong Jinxi frowned and looked at the interrogators around him with a very unhappy expression: "I have said it all. I have found the prodigal in my conscience to turn his head back. You have to ask how many times to believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, I just don't understand." Zhao Meng frowned, looking like a knife, as if to peel off Hong Jinxi's disguise layer by layer. "

Hearing this, Hong Jin laughed, but was not angry because Zhao Meng scolded himself as a scumbag.

"I'm the prodigal son turning his head back, there is no other reason." Hong Jin smiled, eyes squinted, and a kind of complacency filled his face full of fleshy flesh, "Since I surrendered, I should have been lightened? Wouldn't I be shot?"

When he asked this, anyone could hear the self-trust in that tone.

"It may not be killed, but at least indefinitely." Zhao Meng sneered.

When he got the answer, Hong Jinxi nodded his head in satisfaction: "Indefinitely."

After that, Hong Jinxi raised his eyes, swept left and right, and said with a smile, let me go back if nothing happened. I was so sleepy that I didn't sleep for the whole night just to go back to catch up.

"No." Zhao Meng lit the cigarette and smoked slowly, "It's not over yet."

"What else do you want to ask?" Hong Jinxi frowned and looked at him impatiently.

"It's not that we arraigned you today, but the superior arranged for someone to come over..."

As Zhao Meng said, he moved the lamp on the table aside, leaned forward, and took a close look at Hong Jinxi's face.

"He wants to see you, saying he wants to take something from you."

Hong Jinxi, who had never taken these interrogators seriously, seemed to realize something after hearing what Zhao Meng said, and his expression became obviously stiff.

But before he could say anything, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open. The first two police officers walked in, followed by a fat man in his forties in plain clothes.

His body is similar to Hong Jinxi, but he wears a pair of gold glasses on his face, and his smile is indescribably cordial.

"King of Thieves?" he asked.

Hong Jinxi was stunned, thinking about whether or not to nod his head.

Hearing a muffled sound, Hong Jin was too late to react, and the fat man put his head on the table.

"When we meet for the first time, let me introduce myself. My surname is Huo."

After holding down Hong Jinxi, the fat man smiled undiminished, and greeted the others politely. He took out his ID from his pocket, as if he knew Zhao Meng, and handed it directly to him.

After receiving a look in his hand, Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment, looked at the fat man with the surname Huo in surprise, and then cautiously handed the documents back.

"I want to talk to him alone." Huo Fatty smiled, "I would like to ask you to avoid it."

If you didn't see Fatty Huo's certificate, maybe Zhao Meng would like to ask a few more questions, but now...Zhao Meng felt that this matter was more complicated than he thought, and the less he knew, the better.

Until everyone left the interrogation room, Fatty Huo didn't let go of Hong Jinxi, still pressing his head and slowly working hard...

Hong Jinxi sneered and didn't beg for mercy. He seemed to want to carry it through.

In Ningchuan City, and even in the surrounding provinces, Hong Jinxi belonged to the kind of black-and-white character. If he didn't have the ability, could he live to this day?

"Fight, grandson." Hong Jin said with a smile.

Fatty Huo gave a hum, and only said one word.

"good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Fatty pressed his hands hard, and Hong Jinxi couldn't stop his nosebleeds.

Only then did Hong Jinxi realize that Fatty Huo's hand strength was not right. It was simply not human strength, just like a mechanical hydraulic press.

Although Fatty Huo's hands were slow to put on force, the feeling that the cheekbones seemed to be slowly squeezed into pieces was indeed not something Hong Jinxi could bear.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The sound like bones being squeezed and deformed gradually reverberated in the interrogation room.

"Stop! I think it's okay!"

Hearing Hong Jinxi's screams, Fatty Huo still had the kind of warm smile, his eyes were like an old friend looking at him, he reached out and picked up the table lamp on the table, hitting the back of Hong Jinxi's head.

After doing all this, Huo Fatty looked at the blood on the thief king's head, nodded in satisfaction, and then asked him.

"Where's the key?"

Hong Jinxi is a standard bastard. It is his creed of life that he is not afraid of the sky, but now he understands it, and if he keeps his mouth on, the creed has to become an epitaph.

This fat guy really wants to play him to death.

"What key?" Hong Jinxi asked rhetorically, pretending to be puzzled, his tone of voice had obviously softened.

"What do you mean?"

Fatty Huo smiled, picked up the lamp to shine his head and gave it again. It was heavier than before. He almost rolled Hong Jinxi's eyes, but he still smiled and asked with a smile.

"If you don't have the key, how can you open the door with thousands of families? You opened the tightly protected Lin family vault? You don't rely on the key to open the door by your mind, don't you?"

Speaking of this, Fatty Huo put down the lamp, flicked Hong Jinxi's arm sideways, and threw him into the corner of the interrogation room like trash.

"In 1973, five keys were unearthed in Mawangdui, but one was accidentally lost when transporting to the capital..." Fatty Huo took out a box of panda cigarettes from his pocket and slowly moved to the place. As usual, chatting with Hong Jinxi with a smile, "I'm actually quite curious, how did that key fall into your hands?"

"What key!? I don't even understand what you are talking about!" Hong Jinxi slumped in the corner with a panic on his face, wiping the blood on his head while avoiding Fatty Huo's gaze.

Fatty Huo took out two photos from his pocket and placed them gently in front of Hong Jinxi.

A photo was taken from the surveillance video. The image was clear and full of colors. The date in the lower right corner of the photo corresponds to the date when Hong Jinxi stolen the Lin's vault.

The other photo is much more blurred, and the date is more distant, with five metal key-shaped utensils on it.

Fatty Huo smoking a cigarette, sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs tilted, and looking at Hong Jinxi sideways.

"You may not know the origin of the key, but you must know its function. I don't want to ask you anything else, so just tell me where the key is?"

After seeing the two photos, Hong Jinxi looked totally lost, his eyes were extremely contradictory, as if he was engaged in a psychological struggle.

After two minutes, Hong Jinxi spoke.

"The key is lost."

Hearing this, Huo didn't say much, and directly smashed the lamp on the table.

"You say it again?" Huo Fatty stared at Hong Jinxi with a smile.

Hong Jinxi was beaten to blood by the lamp, and seemed to be in a trance. He sprang up like crazy and shouted at Fat Huo: "Do you think I lost the key on purpose?! I..."

Fatty Huo didn't say a word, and looked at him without saying a word.

If a person's eyes are as sharp as a blade, then Fatty Huo's eyes are definitely a scraper.

Like a real scraper, it can scrape off the camouflage on the opponent's body layer by layer.

Being stared at by him, Hong Jinxi also felt that his back was hairy, and slowly calmed down, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a dejected expression.

"I...I came in for refuge..."

Hearing Hong Jinxi's words, Huo Fatty changed his expression for the first time and frowned: "Refuge?"

"A week ago, my son didn't know where to find out the news, saying that Wushan Mental Hospital bought a batch of gold bricks from other provinces..."

"The mental hospital buys gold bricks?" Fatty Huo looked at Hong Jinxi suspiciously, "What do they do if they don't buy medical supplies and buy gold bricks?"

Hong Jin said with joy: "I wonder, besides, what kind of mental hospital can be so rich and buy a **** car of gold bricks."

With that said, Hong Jinxi asked Fatty Huo for a cigarette.

"How many gold bricks are there?" Fatty Huo asked curiously, and kindly helped Hong Jinxi light a cigarette.

Hong Jinxi said: "One ton."

"Are you going to kick me?" Fatty Huo frowned, "A ton of gold bricks? Are you sure you are right?"

Hong Jinxi shook his head, and his body was trembling when he was smoking. He didn't know if he was afraid of being beaten by Fatty Huo or thinking of something that scared him, his eyes became trance.

"A ton of gold bricks, that's not a joke. The hospital is not a bank vault. It doesn't take much time to steal it. Originally, I stopped washing my hands, but this...I am indeed greedy."

According to Hong Jinxi, his son checked the exact number of BRICS and the date when they were sent to the mental hospital. In order to avoid accidents, he deliberately asked to go out on his own and take someone with him to do this.

"Your son is also a thief?" Fatty Huo asked curiously.

"The dragon gives birth to the dragon, and the phoenix gives birth to the phoenix." Hong Jinxi said.

Fatty Huo snorted, you just said that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and you put gold on your face!

"My son is not bad, he has a good foundation, and has a high level of savvy. He didn't make a name for himself on the White Road. I kept him secret. I was planning to pass the key to him in a few years. But who knows... who knows it will change." In this way..."

"Faulted?" Huo Fatty asked curiously.

Hong Jinxi did not say a word, lowered his head, his body trembling constantly.

After a while, Hong Jinxi said with a hoarse voice, "I missed, but it's not just a miss."

Fatty Huo was stunned, and asked what did he mean?

"My son, and my three apprentices..."

When talking about this, Hong Jinxi trembled more and more violently, his face turned pale, it was obviously a sequelae of being greatly frightened.

"They were eaten."