Thief Vision: Meet the Next

Chapter 3: Meet the Next

The old man began to introduce Charles to the science of larceny from all aspects.

He said that human beings were pure at birth, but they were born with a larceny mindset. Therefore, larceny was not an evil act, but a cultural heritage. Otherwise, how could the profession of thieves be so prosperous?

Every career deserved to be respected since the thief didn’t want to steal by himself. As the successor, Charles must first have a correct and objective understanding of larceny.

How many people dared to say that they have never stolen anything? The only difference was the value of the stolen goods. As long as you stole something once, the thief’s label cannot be shaken off anymore.

Charles has been in the industry for over six months. Thinking about the time he spent with twenty thieves he has known, Charles knew for sure this was the first time he has heard such a lofty explanation of the thieves, especially since these weird talks were from such an old man. It’s such a loss for the academy field without this old man.

"Sir, what should I call you?" Charles was curious for the first time.

"I’m Butch."

Butch? Charles was pretty sure that he has heard the name somewhere. Where was it?

Ah, yeah! Butch Cassidy! He’s regarded as one of the most famous outlaws in history. Was there any link between those two Butch?

"Butch, let’s skip that theoretical knowledge, tell me more about your skill." Charles showed great interest. Anyway, there was nothing to do in the cell.

Butch patted Charles on the shoulder, "I inherited this skill from my dad. It’s called Vision."

Charles almost laughed out when he heard such literary words. He thought this skill would be called something like stealing. After all, not every thief understood what vision stood for.

Butch continued, "Vision, what you see is neither physical things, nor treasures or money, but time."

"Steal time?" Charles asked with a smile.

Butch said, "Vision has nothing to do with a steal. It’s even better. Vision could help you see what will happen in the future."

A special skill could predict the future? It’s ridiculous. Charles didn’t believe it. If it’s real, how could Butch get into the cell at such high frequency?

"To learn Vision, the most important thing is to keep your mind free from distractions, you..." Butch started a complicated and boring lecture again, and Charles didn’t interrupt, as if he was listening to a fairy tale.

After listening to the speech for two hours, Charles finally fell asleep, and it was already the next morning when he woke up again.

He opened his eyes and found that he was the only one left in the guard room, which was not bad. The last thing he needed was a noisy environment.

In the next three days, Charles was arraigned three times. They didn’t mention anything about larceny or harassing women, but only asked him to confess the gang’s location and contact information.

Charles knew what he should do or what he could do. Not to mention he didn’t know anything of what they asked, even though he did, he would die rather than talk because the consequences of betraying his accomplices were not acceptable to him.

Meanwhile, he knew by heart that he had become the most hated person to the police from now on. As long as he committed a crime, the most severe punishment would be waiting for him. Especially for this new detective, he felt that he was dissected by her eyes.

Soon the fourth day came, and Charles was arraigned again in the afternoon. But this time it was detective Dylan who interrogated him alone.

The newly appointed leader had a quite masculine name, Dylan, Dylan Nelson. Charles knew she gritted her teeth every time she saw him.

Dylan’s father was an important official in the city. Nevertheless, she had a strong motivation. On the first day she took office, she decided to do something to give citizens a better life.

But what she didn’t expect was to be stripped of her skirt at her first fly cop time. Although her colleagues didn’t say anything to her, she knew that people must have discussed it behind.

Every time Dylan walked into the police station, she felt that she was naked and exposed to people’s eyes.

Thinking of what she has been through, Dylan made up her mind.

Dylan looked at Charles directly, until Charles couldn’t bear her gaze. Staring at the top of Charles’s head, Dylan started to talk, "How are you thinking about it?"

Charles couldn’t keep his smile, "Madame, you have to believe me, I didn’t mean to do that to you."

"I believe you."

What? This was different from what he thought. After all, it’s not common for a thief to hear “believe”. Now it’s Charles’s turn to not believe what he heard.

What did this beautiful detective want?

Charles tentatively said, "Now that you believe me, does this mean that I can leave now?"

Seeing Charles’s contrived expression, Dylan didn’t know how to express her disgust. She put down the pen in her hand, "What’s important is not if I believe you or not but the evidence.”

Charles didn’t understand, "Then what do you want?"

"Article 237 of the Criminal Law stipulates: Whoever uses violence, coercion or other methods to forcibly molest others or insult a woman shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than five years or criminal detention. Those who gather a crowd or molest a woman in public, or have other bad circumstances, will be sentenced to more than five years in prison. There were five of you at the station, right? Tell me if I remember wrong."

Charles immediately understood that she was threatening him. If he did not follow her plan, he would see him in prison for the coming 10 years.

Seeing Charles shifting his butt uncomfortably, Dylan continued, "What are you waiting for? You know I can let you out as soon as you give out the information I request. Tell me, eh?”

"I didn’t lie to you. I have no idea where they live nor how to reach them. They always send someone to contact me." Charles told the truth.

"It doesn’t matter."

Charles didn’t understand what Dylan meant. He looked straight at her waiting for her to answer.

"I will let you out, but you have to promise to be an informant for me. Of course, you can refuse, but you should also know the consequences."

Betray the gang?

Charles hesitated a bit. If the identity of the informant to the police was revealed, it’s not as simple as losing his fingers but losing his life.

For God's sake, why would a thief like him have to risk his life to do such dangerous things? But he knew he would spend more than five years in prison if he didn’t accept the offer.

Charles couldn’t help sweating coldly. Damn Mark! If it was not Mark who gave him a push, he must have enjoyed TV and snacks at home.

Charles felt a hand was pinching his neck, "Let me think about it," said Charles desperately.

"Okay, three minutes."

Three minutes can be very long or very short. It depended on the specific situation. Some people can save the world in three minutes, while others simply waste countless three minutes in the whole life.

Obviously, Charles was on the list of the second group, and he felt that the decision he made in these three minutes would change his life. He wanted to sort out the pros and cons of this matter, but he had nothing in his mind.

One minute, two minutes...

The clock hung on the wall, ticking, indicating that it’s getting closer and closer to three minutes.

At this critical moment, the door of the interrogation room opened. Charles saw that Jared walked in with an anxious look and quickly walked to Dylan’s side and whispered to her.

Charles was frightened by the sudden incident. As he let out a long sigh, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open once again. It was Jared?

Jared? How could this person be him?

Jared was already here, why did he walk in again? Even though there’s a chance Charles mistook the first person as Jared, where was he after Jared came in? Charles couldn’t figure out what was going on now.

Jared whispered a few words to Dylan, who then stood up abruptly. She followed Jared out of the interrogation room after staring at Charles fiercely.

Charles sat on the chair blankly, staring at the door in surprise. Was there anyone who can explain to him what just happened? Why did he see the same scene twice?

Vision? Vison! Was this the Vision?