My Inseparable House Guests

Although there are almost no existing clues, Fang Ze still plans to visit the slums near the Delhi Metro Station mentioned by Lao Dong. He who has the same vision as Athena, might find some new clues. .

After Fang Ze and Lao Dong talked about this, Lao Dong promised to take Fang Ze to the slums near Delhi Metro Station tomorrow morning, and he would act as an interpreter for Fang Ze.

After receiving Dong's promise, Fang Ze returned to the bedroom that Dong had arranged for him, connected to the Internet here with the mobile phone he brought, and browsed the local Internet to see if special things had happened recently.

Most of the Internet in India has two options: English and Hindi. Fang Ze has the ability of a language master, so he has no pressure to read, and he quickly read a lot of news.

'Eh, this news.When Fang Ze glanced around, he noticed an unremarkable piece of news in the corner of Delhi’s news website. It said that the Delhi police had cracked down on a criminal gang that specializes in making fake drugs last week and caught the gang. Three members.And they have also launched a hunt for the remaining members who fled.

interesting.

Fang Ze opened his notebook, recorded the brief content of the news, and then carefully paid attention to the time when the news occurred.

It was only one day later than the time that Senior Sister Fan disappeared in New Delhi.

It seems that there is no possibility of connection, but Fang Ze still feels that there may be a story between the two based on his intuition. After all, there can be too many gangs selling drugs in New Delhi.

Early the next morning, Lao Dong prepared two breakfasts for Fang Ze, one with Indian characteristics, full of curry and battered food, and the other with a few pieces of bread and milk.

"You can taste the specialties of India first." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "If you are not used to it, you can eat bread."

Fang Ze smelled the strong curry flavor coming from the plate, shook his head and said to Old Dong, "I'd better eat bread."

"Okay." Old Dong clapped his hands and motioned to the servant to take the plate down. Then he said to Fang Ze, "In fact, there are still a lot of food in India, but it's too early. The chef has not come to work, so he can only Okay, when we come back in the evening, I will let the chef cook you some meat dishes for you."

"Aren't Indians basically vegetarians, can they still make delicious meat dishes?" Fang Ze asked strangely.

"You have to know that India is a big country with a population similar to that of China, so your impression of Indians being vegetarian is similar to foreigners' impression of China's kung fu." Old Dong explained to Fang Ze, "Delhi is India. In the north of China, people eat more meat. In the south of India, people eat more vegetarian food."

Old Dong pointed to the cutlery on the table and said to Fang Ze, “So you don’t have to worry that they will let you eat directly with your hands in the north, because the north uses tableware to eat, and most of the south Eat with your hands. And in some places it would be rude if you didn’t hold your hands to eat.”

"It turned out to be like this." Fang Ze nodded and said he knew it, and then he asked Lao Dong, "I've heard of the name of Indian flying cakes before, where can I buy this in Delhi?"

"You can't buy it anywhere in Delhi." Old Dong shrugged and said, "In India, there is no pie, there is only one type of pie called Gapati, and they can't fly around when they make pie."

"So the Indian flying cake is not from India?" Fang Ze was stunned.

"Yes, it's the same as Chongqing chicken pot is not in Chongqing." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "That thing was passed to our country from Singapore, it seems that it was made by the Indian Tamils ​​in Singapore and passed on. Going to other countries. Anyway, India didn’t have it before. Now, some stores will translate blogs into flying cakes in order to attract foreign tourists. The two practices are completely different."

Fang Ze heard what Old Dong said and didn't know where to make complaints.

"But Indian cakes are also very delicious, and bread is also good, so as long as you are not too picky, or go to a poor country, you will not be wronged."

Fang Ze ate the bread in his mouth as he listened to the old Dong's introduction of Indian food, and then said to the old Dong, "After eating, let's go now."

When I went out, I got into the car of Old Dong. The two Indian servants who followed him were usually two Indian servants. They rode all the way to the Delhi Metro Station in India.

The tracks of the Delhi Metro Station are a bit similar to those of the Jinling Metro. Many of the tracks are overhead over land.And unlike the underside of the Jinling subway track, which is still clean, under the subway track in Delhi, when Fang Ze got out of the car and looked up, he almost thought he was playing Fallout 4: open-air dumps, dilapidated and scrapped cars, and crumbling shanty houses. , And Indian kids in shabby clothes.

"This is the slum of India?" Fang Ze asked, turning his head to look at Old Dong.

"No." Old Dong shook his head and said, "There is still a way to go to the slum, we have to walk a bit."

Old Dong asked an Indian servant to look at the car, but Hu He took another Indian servant and Fang Ze could not move forward.

As the surrounding environment became more and more desolate, even Fang Ze, who had super powers as a support, couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He turned around and asked Old Dong, "There is no danger here, right."

"Don't worry." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "As long as it's not here in the middle of the night, it's generally no problem. There is no underworld in India, so you can rest assured."

"Didn't you say that Delhi is chaotic, why is there no underworld in such a chaotic place?"

"One is because Indians do not practice martial arts under the influence of Hinduism, and the other is because, as I mentioned before, the various surnames despise each other, so it is difficult for the people at the bottom to link up and build any influential organization. The third is Because this is India, various religions are the most organized forms of civil society in India. Their local rights are greater than those of the government."

Old Dong didn’t go far and he started panting, but he explained in detail to Fang Ze, “Have you read the news of the riots in India before? The Indian government wanted to try a religious master, which triggered a large-scale Riot. So, under this circumstance, you think that underworld can still develop. Who can they find to collect protection fees? Religious taxes are not enough."

After listening to Old Dong, Fang Ze wanted to say that there is actually no underworld, but a different form. This is the case in all countries. On the contrary, like neon, he honestly admits that he is a underworld. The underworld has become a rare animal.

"Here." Old Dong said in front of his finger, "This is a slum."

Fang Ze looked in the direction of Old Dong’s fingers, and then he understood why Old Dong didn’t drive over just now, because this place is entirely composed of low-rise shanty houses, many passages are only two people wide, and there are various sundries below. Let alone a car, it is troublesome even if people walk.

The four of Fang Ze walked slowly into the slum.The arrival of the four strangers quickly caused a large number of Indians living in the slums to watch. The four did not take a few steps and were surrounded like monkeys.

These onlookers were mainly men and children, and women were rarely seen.

Seeing so many people gathered around, Lao Dong's two Indian servants immediately shouted at the group of people fiercely, scared most of them to let Fang Ze and the others go, and only dared to look far away.

"Is this okay?" Fang Ze asked to Old Dong, "Will someone be besieged if they are still so fierce on the site?"

"If they had the guts, they would not be Indians." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "As long as religion is not involved, people here don't have the guts to do something with people of high caste."

As Old Dong said, he saw two slender-looking men sitting on a broken box looking at the four of them, so he immediately shouted in Hindi, "Come here, you two."

The two men were a little at a loss when the old Dong shouted, and they came over after a long time.

After seeing these two men coming, Old Dong took out a few rupees from his pocket and waved them and said, "We need to ask you some questions. If we can answer them, all these rupees will be yours."

When the two Indian men saw the rupees in Dong's hand, they nodded as if to pound garlic, and said to old Dong in Hindi with a serious local accent.

Old Dong turned his head to look at Fang Ze and said, "I have just observed that these two people have not left after being scolded, so I should be a little bit courageous, and their status here is not low. I will translate for you."

After listening to Old Dong, Fang Ze turned on Athena's vision and said to Old Dong, "You first ask them if any foreigners with two men and one woman have been here recently."

"Okay." After listening to Fang Ze's words, Old Dong immediately asked the two Indians in Hindi. After hearing what Old Dong said, the two Indians looked at each other and then answered in Hindi as well. Said, "Don't say it's recent, no foreigners have come here for at least six months. Because foreigners will take pictures after they come, we are very impressed and will not remember wrong."

The answers of the two Indians were judged to be true under the observation of Fang Ze's Athena.In other words, Fan Jing and the others have never been to this slum.Fang Zegang was still wondering if Fan Jing and the others went to meet someone near this slum, and they heard what Old Dong said to him in a Chinese translation to the two Indians just now.

"The two Indians said that there was indeed a female foreigner and two male foreigners who came here last week. But they left with another group of people not long after they came here, and they didn’t know this group. Who the person is, doesn’t look like a local."

Hearing the interpretation of Old Dong, Fang Ze, who was about to tell him to go nearby to see if there were other clues, suddenly froze.

Old Dong, lied.

Fang Ze instantly looked at the hard-working old Dong, and his heart sank suddenly.

From the time he came to New Delhi and saw Old Dong, he pretended not to speak English and Hindi. It was not because he suspected Old Dong at the beginning, but wanted to see if he could catch any fish.

This is what he thought of when he watched an American video producer before.This American video producer is a white man, but he speaks Chinese very well and is keen on making videos to introduce the real America to Chinese netizens.

And because his introduction usually contains a lot of complaints, when he recorded the video on the spot, he used Chinese that Americans could not understand.

So as long as there is a smile on his face, the Americans who were filmed will not think that the video maker is madly complaining about them, or that they are complimenting them.

In the same way, if a person is sure that the other person does not understand what he is saying, then he will not deliberately cover up, and will tell a lot of the truth.

Now, Lao Dong's truth has not been heard, and this translator that directly changed the meaning completely exposed himself.

The purpose of why Lao Dong had to translate this way was quite clear. It was to mislead Fang Ze and make Fang Ze think that Fan Jing and the others had been here, and would not consider other places.

So, if you think about it from this single point of view, Lao Dong basically knows where Fan Jing went before they disappeared.Not only that, Fan Jing's disappearance also has a lot to do with Lao Dong, otherwise he would not mislead Fang Ze so much!

"Would you like to ask a few more people." Old Dong didn't know that he had leaked at this time. He raised his head and looked at Fang Ze with an expression of eagerness to help.

"No need." Fang Ze shook his head and said to Old Dong. "I think Fan Jing and the others have probably not only been to the slums here, but we can look around in other places and maybe we can find any clues."

"The problem is, there is no other place here except this slum." Old Dong explained to Fang Ze.

Fang Ze ignored the old Dong, but directly took out his mobile phone to check the map.

Although there are certainly not as many places shown on the map as in China, some of the more important places are still marked.

Fang Ze looked at the map and found that apart from the slum accident, there was really no other place here.

but.

Fang Ze enlarged the map and looked at it again. It seemed that there was a hotel less than half an hour away from the slum, and it was just not far from the station platform.

"Can you understand what's written on this?" Old Dong saw Fang Ze standing and looking at the map, and he leaned in and said, "Would you like me to translate it for you."

"It's okay, I just just take a look." Fang Ze put the phone away, and then said to Old Dong, "Why do I suddenly feel a little hungry? This bread is not worth it. Is there any place to eat? Have a meal."

"That's okay." Old Dong nodded and said, "We can take the subway to the next city to eat, and then slowly find someone when we are full."

"sorry to bother you."

"No trouble, no trouble." Old Dong said with a hypocritical smile.