中国小伙助破波士顿爆炸案 佯装英文差周旋

　　波爆袭案两嫌疑人曾劫持车辆计划奔袭纽约时代广场，而他们挟持的竟是一名来自中国的新移民驾驶的汽车。由于车子汽油耗尽，这名司机机智逃走，向警方报告了嫌犯行踪，为爆炸案的侦破立下大功。

　　中国小伙成人质

　　据《波士顿环球报》4月26日报道，26岁的丹尼来自中国大陆中部省份，2009年进入美国西北大学攻读工科硕士，毕业后与两名同样来自中国的朋友创业，目前已经拿到绿卡。出于安全考虑，丹尼受访时不愿透露中国名字。他说：“我不想成为一个在电视上讲话的名人，我不认为自己是英雄，我只是试着救自己。”
　　4月18日晚11时，丹尼把他租的奔驰SUV停靠路边回复手机短信，一辆老旧轿车在他身后急转停下，一名黑衣男子下车后走过来敲车窗。丹尼没听清对方说什么，于是摇下车窗，不想该男子伸胳膊打开车门坐进车子，手中还挥舞着一把银色手枪。“别犯傻。”他说，并追问是否关注了马拉松爆炸案丹尼不到6 个小时前才看过嫌疑犯照片。塔梅尔兰·察尔纳耶夫说：“是我干的。我刚还在剑桥(镇)杀了个警察。”

　　扮懵懂打心理战

　　塔梅尔兰兄弟两人都上了这辆奔驰SUV，一路上他们都在讨论如何去纽约作案。丹尼后来接受《波士顿环球报》专访时说，在自己被挟持的90分钟期间，脑子里只转着“不想死”，因为“还有很多梦想未实现”。
　　据丹尼回忆，当塔梅尔兰得知他是中国人后，就自称是穆斯林。丹尼立刻说：“中国人对穆斯林很友善!”这时塔梅尔兰叫嚷道：“不要老盯着我看，你认不认得我的脸?”丹尼紧张地回答：“不，不，我什么都不认得。”塔梅尔兰笑着接话道：“这就像白种人，他们看黑人时，会认为所人黑人都长得一样，你也许也会认为所有白人都一个样。”丹尼机智地迎合道：“完全正确。”
　　为了与塔梅尔兰打心理战，丹尼不断强调自己的外国人身份，假称自己是个穷学生，一年前才到美国。他还故意用不流利的英文与塔梅尔兰对话。这似乎很有用，对方甚至连他说的“China”也听得不太懂，并说：“哦，这就是为什么你英语不太好的原因。”

　　苹果手机险催命

　　丹尼在途中想着自己暗恋的一个纽约女孩，担心自己没法再和她见面。突然间，他的iPhone铃声响了室友用中文发信息问他在哪里。塔梅尔兰喝令丹尼用翻译软件回复：“我不舒服，今晚在一个朋友家里睡觉。”
　　不一会儿，朋友又打来电话。塔梅尔兰威胁称：“如果你说出一句中文，我就立即杀了你。”
　　当朋友用普通话询问，丹尼就用英语答道：“我在一个朋友家里睡觉，我要挂电话了。”塔梅尔兰对他的表现显然很满意，赞道：“做得好。”

　　加油站机智脱身

　　汽车开到加油站时，焦哈尔拿丹尼的信用卡想去加油，但被告知“只收现金”。塔梅尔兰只得拿出50美元交给弟弟。
　　丹尼看着焦哈尔走向店铺，塔梅尔兰则按着GPS导航仪，把手枪放在一旁。丹尼告诉记者：“当时我在想，逃跑的机会来了。自己必须做两件事，解开安全带，打开车门，以最快速度跳出跑走。若我做不到，他会杀了我……我做到了，做得很快，用双手打开车门，解开安全带，跳出去，跑掉。”
　　丹尼一直跑到邻近的一个油站，迅速找到一家小店拨打911报警。让他长松一口气的是，两兄弟没有追上来，而是开着奔驰车跑掉了。由于丹尼的iPhone仍在车上，正是它发出的信号，帮助警察最终追查到两兄弟的行踪。

Carjack victim recounts his harrowing night
By Eric Moskowitz, Globe Staff

The 26-year-old Chinese entrepreneur had just pulled his new Mercedes to the curb on Brighton Avenue to answer a text when an old sedan swerved behind him, slamming on the brakes. A man in dark clothes got out and approached the passenger window. It was nearly 11 p.m. last Thursday.

The man rapped on the glass, speaking quickly. Danny, unable to hear him, lowered the window -- and the man reached an arm through, unlocked the door, and climbed in, brandishing a silver handgun.

“Don’t be stupid,” he told Danny. He asked if he had followed the news about Monday’s Boston Marathon bombings. Danny had, down to the release of the grainy suspect photos less than six hours earlier.

“I did that,” said the man, who would later be identified as Tamerlan Tsarnaev. “And I just killed a policeman in Cambridge.”

He ordered Danny to drive -- right on Fordham Road, right again on Commonwealth Avenue -- the beginning of an achingly slow odyssey last Thursday night and Friday morning in which Danny felt the possibility of death pressing on him like a vise.

In an exclusive interview with the Globe on Thursday, Danny -- the victim of the Tsarnaev brothers’ much-discussed but previously little-understood carjacking -- filled in some of the last missing pieces in the timeline between the murder of MIT police officer Sean Collier, just before 10:30 p.m. on April 18, and the Watertown shootout that ended just before 1 a.m. Danny asked that he be identified only by his American nickname.

The story of that night unfolds like a Tarantino movie, bursts of harrowing action laced with dark humor and dialogue absurd for its ordinariness, reminders of just how young the men in the car were. Girls, credit limits for students, the marvels of the Mercedes ML 350 and the iPhone 5, whether anyone still listens to CDs -- all were discussed by the two 26-year-olds and the 19-year-old driving around on a Thursday night.

Danny described 90 harrowing minutes, first with the younger brother following in a second car, then with both brothers in the Mercedes, where they openly discussed driving to New York, though Danny could not make out if they were planning another attack. Throughout the ordeal, he did as they asked while silently analyzing every threatened command, every overheard snatch of dialogue for clues about where and when they might kill him.

“Death is so close to me,” Danny recalled thinking. His life had until that moment seemed ascendant, from a province in central China to graduate school at Northeastern University to a Kendall Square start-up.

“I don’t want to die,” he thought. “I have a lot of dreams that haven’t come true yet.”

After a zigzagging trek through Brighton, Watertown, and back to Cambridge, Danny would seize his chance for escape at the Shell Station on Memorial Drive, his break turning on two words -- “cash only” -- that had rarely seemed so welcome. When the younger brother, Dzhokhar, was forced to go inside the Shell Food Mart to pay, older brother Tamerlan put his gun in the door pocket to fiddle with a navigation device -- letting his guard down briefly after a night on the run. Danny then did what he had been rehearsing in his head. In a flash, he unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door, stepped through, slammed it behind, and sprinted off at an angle that would be a hard shot for any marksman.

“F---!” he heard Tamerlan say, feeling the rush of a near-miss grab at his back, but the man did not follow. Danny reached the haven of a Mobil station across the street, seeking cover in the supply room, shouting for the clerk to call 911.

His quick-thinking escape, authorities say, allowed police to swiftly track down the Mercedes, abating a possible attack by the brothers on New York City and precipitating a wild shootout in Watertown that would seriously wound one officer, kill Tamerlan, and leave a severely injured Dzhokhar hiding in the neighborhood. He was caught the following night, ending a harrowing week across Greater Boston.

Danny spoke softly but steadily in a 2 1/2 hour interview at his Cambridge apartment with a Globe reporter and a Northeastern criminology professor, James Alan Fox, who had counseled Danny after the former graduate student approached his engineering adviser at Northeastern. Danny, who offered his account only on the condition that the Globe not reveal his Chinese name, said he does not want attention. But he suspects his full name may come out if and when he testifies against Dzhokhar Tsarnaev.

“I don’t want to be a famous person talking on the TV,” Danny said, kneading his hands, uncomfortable with the praise he has received from the few friends he has shared the story with, some of whom encouraged him to go public. “I don’t feel like a hero. ... I was trying to save myself.”

Danny, trained as an engineer, made scrupulous mental notes of street signs and passing details, even as he abided the older Tsarnaev’s command not to study his face.

“Don’t look at me!” Tamerlan shouted at one point. “Do you remember my face?”

“No, no, I don’t remember anything,” he said.

Tamerlan laughed. “It’s like white guys, they look at black guys and think all black guys look the same,” he said. “And maybe you think all white guys look the same.”

“Exactly,” Danny said, though he thought nothing of the sort. It was one of many moments in their mental chess match, Danny playing up his outsider status in America and playing down his wealth -- he claimed the car was older than it was, and he understated his lease payments -- in a desperate hope of extending his life.

Danny had come to the US in 2009 for a master’s degree, graduated in January 2012, and returned to China to await a work visa. He came back two months ago, leasing a Mercedes and moving into a high-rise with two Chinese friends while diving into a startup. But he told Tamerlan he was still a student, and that he had been here barely a year. It seemed to help that Tamerlan had trouble understanding even Danny’s pronunciation of the word “China.”

“Oh, that’s why your English is not very good,” the brother replied, finally figuring it out. “OK, you’re Chinese ... I’m a Muslim.” “Chinese are very friendly to Muslims!” Danny said. “We are so friendly to Muslims.” When the ordeal had started, Danny prayed it would be a quick robbery. Tamerlan demanded money, but Danny had just $45 in cash -- kept in the armrest -- and a wallet full of plastic. Evidently disappointed to get so little out of holding up a $50,000 car, he told Danny to drive. The old sedan followed. “Relax,” Tamerlan said, when Danny’s nerves made it hard for him to stay in the lane. Danny, recalling the moment, said “my heart is pounding so fast.”

They lapped Brighton and crossed the Charles River into Watertown, following Arsenal Street. Looking through Danny’s wallet, Tamerlan asked for his ATM code -- a friend’s birthdate.

Directed to a quiet neighborhood in East Watertown, Danny pulled up as told on an unfamiliar side street. The sedan stopped behind him. A man approached -- the skinnier, floppy-haired “Suspect No. 2” in the photos and videos released by investigators earlier that evening -- and Tamerlan got out, ordering Danny into the passenger seat, making it clear if he tried anything he would shoot him. For several minutes, the brothers transferred heavy objects from the smaller car into Danny’s SUV. “Luggage,” Danny thought.

With Tamerlan driving now, Danny in the passenger seat, and Dzhokhar behind Danny, they stopped in Watertown Center so Dzhokhar could withdraw money from the Bank of America ATM using Danny’s card. Danny, shivering from fear but claiming to be cold, asked for his jacket. Guarded by just one brother, Danny wondered if this was his chance, but he saw around him only locked storefronts. A police car drove by, lights off.

Tamerlan agreed to retrieve Danny’s jacket from the back seat. Danny unbuckled, put on the jacket, then tried to buckle the seatbelt behind him to make an escape easier.

“Don’t do that,” Tamerlan said, studying him. “Don’t be stupid.”

Danny thought about his burgeoning startup and about a girl he secretly liked in New York. “I think, ‘Oh my god, I have no chance to meet you again,’ ” he recalled.

Dzhokhar was back now. “We both have guns,” Tamerlan said, though Danny had not seen a second weapon.

He overheard them speak in a foreign language -- “Manhattan” the only intelligible word to him -- and then ask in English if Danny’s car could be driven out of state. “What do you mean?” Danny said, confused. “Like New York,” one of the brothers said. They continued west on Route 20, in the direction of Waltham and Interstate 95, passing a police station. Danny tried to send telepathic messages to the officers inside, imagined dropping and rolling from the moving car.

Tamerlan asked him to turn on and demonstrate the radio. The older brother then quickly flipped through stations, seemingly avoiding the news. He asked if Danny had any CDs. No, he replied, he listens to music on his phone. The tank nearly empty, they stopped at a gas station, but the pumps were closed.

Doubling back, they returned to the Watertown neighborhood -- “Fairfield Street,” Danny saw on the sign this time -- and grabbed a few more things from the parked car, but nothing from the trunk. They put on an instrumental CD that sounded to Danny like a call to prayer.

Suddenly, Danny’s iPhone buzzed. A text from his roommate, wondering in Chinese where he was. Barking at Danny for instructions, Tamerlan used an English-to-Chinese app to text a clunky reply. “I am sick. I am sleeping in a friend’s place tonight.” In a moment, another text, then a call. No one answered. Seconds later, the phone rang again.

“If you say a single word in Chinese, I will kill you right now,” Tamerlan said. Danny understood. His roommate’s boyfriend was on the other end, speaking Mandarin. “I’m sleeping in my friend’s home tonight,” Danny replied in English. “I have to go.”

“Good boy,” Tamerlan said. “Good job.”

The SUV headed for the lights of Soldiers Field Road, banking across River Street to the two open gas stations. Dzhokhar went to fill up using Danny’s credit card, but quickly knocked on the window. “Cash only,” he said, at least at that hour. Tamerlan peeled off $50.

Danny watched Dzhokhar head to the store, struggling to decide if this was his moment -- until he stopped thinking about it, and let reflexes kick in.

“I was thinking I must do two things: unfasten my seatbelt and open the door and jump out as quick as I can. If I didn’t make it, he would kill me right out, he would kill me right away,” Danny said. “I just did it. I did it very fast, using my left hand and right hand simultaneously to open the door, unfasten my seatbelt, jump out...and go.”

The car faced west, upriver. Danny sprinted between the passenger side of the Mercedes and the pumps and darted into the street, not looking back, drawn to the lights of the Mobil.

“I didn’t know if it was open or not,” he said. “In that moment, I prayed.”

The brothers took off. The clerk, after brief confusion, dialed 911 on a portable phone, bringing it to Danny in the storeroom. The dispatcher told him to take a deep breath. The officers, arriving in minutes, took his story -- with Danny noting that the car could be tracked by his iPhone and by a two-way Mercedes satellite system known as mbrace. The clerk gave him a bottled water.

After an hour or more talking to authorities -- as the shootout and manhunt erupted in Watertown -- police brought Danny out to East Watertown for a “drive-by lineup,” studying faces of detained suspects in the street from the safety of a cruiser. He recognized none of them. He spent the night talking to local and state police and the FBI, appreciating the kindness of a state trooper who gave him a bagel and coffee. At 3 the next afternoon, they dropped Danny back in Cambridge.

“I think, Tamerlan is dead, I feel good, obviously safer. But the younger brother -- I don’t know,” Danny recalled thinking, wondering if Dzhokhar had discovered his address and would come looking for him. But the police knew the wallet and registration were still in the bullet-riddled Mercedes, and that a wounded Dzhokhar had likely not gotten very far. That night, they found him in a boat.

When news of the capture broke last Friday, Danny’s roommate called out to him from in front of the living room television. Danny was on the phone at the time, talking to the girl in New York.

宅妈摘录评论：
①此文一出，以后再碰到这种事情，案犯就不会放过中国人了。

②1. 松开安全带 2. 把安全带推开 3. 开门 4. 逃跑，这确实需要极大的勇气和镇定。若是，手一哆嗦安全带就松不开，或者安全带缠在身上。哪能快逃? (平时注意培养心理素质)。

③逃脱情节不真实，也不可能。因为即使你解开安全带，利索的打开车门，跳出车外，当你跑3米远，枪就响了，我说得对吗? 据媒体报道，当他逃脱后，塔梅兰马上敲便利店窗子，让焦哈尔不要买东西了，快跑。这说明，他离开汽车时，塔梅兰不在车上，而且在关注其他事情。他的手机、钱包都被抢了，嫌犯不可能让他打如此多的电话，甚至一个都不会被允许。

④那小子还好意思往自己脸上贴金。当时腿的发软了，报警时瘫在便利店里，一副熊样。现在事后装英雄，还TMD佯装英文差!---记住了人家不杀你是因为你是中国人!

⑤小伙成功出逃有几个因素：1) 在北美，罪犯不会轻易射杀无辜的，只要不抵抗，不对他构成威胁，在中国的话，小伙肯定没命。(国人思维是斩草除根) 2) 中国人在外不惹事，所以印象还好。在美国算是外国人。3) 小伙子算是机灵，跑得快。

⑥他能保命，我认为主要是两嫌犯是初犯，没有经过系统训练，脑筋大条的原因。

⑦他要是不逃，恐怖分子杀他只是个时间问题的。如果他们纽约得手并顺利脱逃，这个人成为累赘，而且知道太多，非死不可。如果被警察逮住了，这个人就是人质。他们暂时不杀他是因为他们需要把他当人质，也可以利用他的现金和信用卡，GPS之类的。歹徒蠢就蠢在不知道手机和GPS 可以将它们定位。在这个人脱逃之后没有关机。

⑧"26岁的丹尼来自中国大陆中部省份，2009年进入美国西北大学攻读工科硕士，毕业后与两名同样来自中国的朋友创业，目前已经拿到绿卡" --- 很不一般呀，年轻轻就可以百万美金投资移民。EB5 投资绿卡。家里肯定有钱。
那华裔小子钱还不少，能Lease一辆奔驰SUV，每月月付加保险，至少得付1000美元。

⑨他英文就是差。美国媒体说警察问他时，因为他英文差，问的很累。

⑩不用佯装英文差，车主和嫌犯两造的英文都彼此彼此。