Thief Vision: Meet the Next

Chapter 2: Fate

Charles was almost slapped to death and his head was swollen like a pig’s head. When he was fully awake again, he found that he was already in the police station. This was enough to prove how urgent the situation on the bus was.

Charles was not new to the police station. In the past six months, he has been arrested seven times, so he was very familiar with the environment and processes here. But this was the first time he was beaten up like this. At the same time, he was a little panicked as he had no idea if he came in because of larceny, or because obscenity, or because of both crimes.

Charles sat alone in the interrogation room and began to think about the whole thing. The more he thought about it, the more he felt bad. Neither did he steal anything, nor gain anything from that chick, God knew why he was put in this situation.

As he slowly got frightened, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and two police officers walked in. One was the long-faced police officer. Charles knew this was Jared. Jared always interrogated him every time Charles came in.

There was another policewoman behind Jared. Charles felt a bit familiar at first glance, and the next second his cold sweat started to fall.

The policewoman turned out to be the girl whose skirt was ripped off by Charles.

Charles lowered his head hurriedly. Holy s**t! How dare was he to strip off a policewoman in the crowd! Honestly, People like him, a suspected hooligan with a criminal record, can’t find a second ending except being sent to jail.

Jared looked at Charles, and Charles could tell that he could laugh to death if the new detective wasn’t by his side. Jared slapped the table in a hurry to prevent himself from laughing! “Look at me!"

Charles raised his head hurriedly, and of course, he saw the sullen face of the policewoman.

"Do you know why you are here?" Jared asked.

Charles was quite familiar with this trick. He clutched his painful and numb chin, "Yes, but I fell down before I even started. It was an accident."

Faced with Jared who knew everything about himself, Charles didn’t need to hide the reason for his presence at the station, but he also knew that it was attempted larceny as long as Jared couldn’t find any stolen goods on him, and he didn’t even have to pay a fine for attempted larceny. At the same time, he knew clearly that the key today was not about the larceny but about tearing off the policewoman’s skirt. Jim was right. It was not his day today.

"Boy, how dare you molested women in public..."

"I didn’t…"

"Shut up!" The policewoman patted the table and shouted.

"This is a misunderstanding," Charles continued to defend himself.

Jared said with a faint smile, "This is our newly appointed detective leader. You know, we’re taking serious of any larceny or rob, you better tell us where other thieves are."

Charles knew he was done. The appointment of a new officer was not easy to fool.

"Officer, I swear I will tell you all the things I know, but I don’t know anything. You know how thieves communicated. We moved a lot, and we didn’t exchange any personal information or contact information. I have no idea where they are."

Charles knew what to say and what not to say. The police were backed by the law while the thieves were backed by the gang rules. Offending a police officer, he would get sentenced, while betraying the gang would get his fingers chopped.

The policewoman glared at Charles, "Save your tricks. I’m telling you, it’s best to give all things out while we are still willing to talk to you. Otherwise, we will have to resort to extraordinary methods."

As a result of the first talk, Charles was taken to the makeshift guardhouse again. He lamented his bad luck for a while and then scolded his dead father for forcing himself to be a thief. Why couldn’t he live for two more years to ensure he’d handled all skills he should have as a qualified thief?

Charles shouldn’t have sworn to inherit his father’s business, otherwise, he would have quit from the very beginning.

Charles felt like he had been ruined by his dead father in his entire life.

When Charles was sitting in the corner regretful, he looked up and saw an old man crouching in front of him.

Charles was very familiar with this old man since he could see this old man every time he was arrested as if he lived here all year round.

The old man seemed to be at least sixty years old. Looking at his skeletal body and big mouth full of yellow teeth, Charles sighed for the ten-thousandth time. How could there be such an ugly person in this world?

"Young man, you are here again," the old man asked something obvious.

Charles rolled his eyes, "That’s what I wanted to ask you. Why do I meet you every time I come in?"

"Fate. It’s fate. You were beaten for stealing?"

Charles bowed his head as if the old man was telling right. How could he tell this old man that he was here was not for the larceny but for tearing off the skirt of a policewoman.

In his father’s tone, the old man tried to give a lesson to Charles, "You know, you got to learn more skills, otherwise, you’ll be caught again and again. Skills or talent is not specified in the academy. As a qualified thief, you must manage it as a lifelong career until you become an outstanding industry leader."

Charles looked at the old man in surprise. What he said was exactly the same as his dead father had told him. A fully skilled and talented thief?

"Are you a thief too?" Charles asked in surprise.

The old man just made a slight nod, "Young man, since we are roommates, I can teach you a peerless skill."

A peerless skill?

Charles definitely didn’t believe it, after all, how could a man with some great skills still be in the police station? To make matters worse, he even dreamed that he and this old man were roommates in the police station when he was 70 years old.

The old man was not angry at all seeing slight Charles, "You don’t believe me? Trust me, as long as you learn my skills, you will definitely get unexpected benefits.

Charles looked around the cell and saw a young man in the corner looking at them with a faint smile. Everyone knew that the old man was a liar, and he certainly wouldn’t be fooled, but he wanted to see what tricks the old man was trying to play.

"Tell me."

The old man was full of joy, "Okay, okay, but I want to tell you first what larceny is."

It was the first time Charles heard that someone takes larceny as a science. In his eyes, larceny was very simple, it was nothing more than putting the things in other people’s pockets into his own pockets.

As Charles was getting stunned by what he heard from this old man, the prisoner in the corner of the guard room has seen everything. From his eyes, Charles was sitting cross-legged on the ground and muttering to himself against an empty wall. He laughed and talked to himself from time to time.

He must be a fool, the prisoner thought to himself.