My Inseparable House Guests

Although there are almost no existing clues, Fang Ze still plans to go to the slums near the Delhi subway station that Lao Dong mentioned before. With the vision of Athena, he may find some new clues .

After Fang Ze and Lao Dong talked about this matter, Lao Dong fully agreed and promised to take Fang Ze to the slums near the Delhi subway station tomorrow morning, and he would be Fang Ze's interpreter.

After getting the promise from Old Dong, Fang Ze went back to the bedroom that Old Dong arranged for him, connected to the network here with the mobile phone he brought, and browsed the local Internet to see if anything special happened recently.

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

'Hey, this news. When Fang Ze glanced around, he found an inconspicuous piece of news in the corner of the news website in Delhi, saying that the Delhi police cracked down on a criminal gang specializing in counterfeit medicines last week, and arrested the members of the gang. three members. And they have also launched a hunt for the remaining escaped members.

interesting.

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

It was only one day later than when senior sister Fan disappeared in New Delhi.

It seems that there is no possibility of any connection, but Fang Ze still feels that there may be a story between the two based on his intuition. After all, there cannot be too many gangs selling drugs in New Delhi.

Early the next morning, Old Dong prepared two kinds of breakfast for Fang Ze. One was Indian-style, full of curry and lumpy food, and the other was a few pieces of bread with milk.

"You can try the special food from India first." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "If you are not used to it, you can eat bread."

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

"Okay." Old Dong clapped his hands and signaled the servant to take down the plate, and then he said to Fang Ze, "In fact, there are still a lot of delicacies in India, but it's too early and the chef hasn't come to work yet, so we can only Make do with it, when we come back in the evening, I will ask the chef to make you some meat dishes for you to eat."

"Aren't Indians basically vegetarian, can they still cook 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 vegetarians is similar to that of foreigners' impression of Chinese people knowing kung fu." Old Dong explained to Fang Ze, "Delhi is the city of India. People in the north of India eat more meat. People in the south of India eat more vegetarians.”

Old Dong pointed to the tableware on the table and said to Fang Ze, "So if you are in the north, you don't have to worry that they will let you eat with your hands, because the north uses tableware to eat, and most of the south eats. Eat with your hands. And there are some places where it would be rude not to eat with your hands."

"So that's the case." Fang Ze nodded to show that he knew it, and then he continued to ask Old Dong, "I've heard 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, "There are no flying pancakes in India, only a kind of pancake called Japati, and they don't fly around when they make pancakes."

"So Indian flying cakes are not from India?" Fang Ze was stunned.

"That's right, it's the same as Chongqing Chicken Pot, which is not from Chongqing." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "That stuff was brought to our country from Singapore, it seems that Indian Tamils ​​in Singapore made it and passed it on. To other countries. Anyway, India didn’t have it before, and now there are some shops that translate bo cakes into flying cakes in order to attract foreign tourists. The two methods are completely different.”

After hearing what Old Dong said, Fang Ze didn't know where to complain.

It turns out that most of the food in the world cannot be judged by its name alone.

"However, Indian cakes are delicious, and the bread is also good, so as long as you are not too picky, or you are in a remote country, you will not wrong your stomach."

While listening to Lao Dong's introduction of Indian food, Fang Ze quickly finished the bread in his mouth, and then said to Lao Dong, "We're done eating, let's go now."

After going out, I got into Lao Dong's car. As usual, there were two Indian servants who followed Lao Dong. They took the car all the way to the bottom of the Delhi subway station in India.

The track of the Delhi subway station is a bit like that of the Jinling subway. Many tracks are elevated above the land. Unlike the Jinling subway track which is still clean, the Delhi subway track, when Fang Ze got out of the car and looked up, almost thought he was playing Fallout 4: open-air garbage dumps, dilapidated and scrapped cars, crumbling shanty houses , and poorly dressed Indian children.

"Is this the slums in India?" Fang Ze turned to look at Old Dong and asked.

"No." Old Dong shook his head and said, "It's still some distance from the slums, and we still have to walk a little bit."

Old Dong asked an Indian servant to watch the car, but then he walked forward with another Indian servant and Fang Ze.

As the surrounding environment became more and more desolate, even Fang Ze, who relied on super powers, couldn't help feeling a little flustered. He turned to Old Dong and said, "There is no danger here, right?"

"Don't worry." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "As long as you don't come here in the middle of the night, it's usually fine. There are no gangsters in India, so you can rest assured."

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

"One is because Indians are not martial arts under the influence of Hinduism, and the other is because, as I mentioned to you earlier, all castes despise each other, so it is difficult for people at the bottom to join forces to establish any influential organization. The third is Because this is India, various religions are the most common form of organization in India, and their power at the local level is greater than that of the government.”

Old Dong was short of breath before he walked far, but he still explained in detail for Fang Ze, "Did you read the news about the riot in India before? The Indian government wanted to try a religious master, which triggered a large-scale riot. Riots. So, under such circumstances, you think that the underworld can still develop, and they can find someone to collect protection fees, and the religious tax is not enough."

After listening to what Old Dong said, Fang Ze wanted to say that it’s not that there are no gangsters, it’s just a different form. This happens in all countries. On the contrary, they honestly admit that they are gangsters like Neon The underworld has become a rare animal.

"Here we are." Old Dong pointed to the front and said, "This is a slum."

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

The four of Fang Ze walked slowly into the slum. The arrival of the four strangers quickly attracted the attention of a large number of Indians living in the slums. The four of them didn't take a few steps, and they were surrounded like monkeys.

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

Seeing so many people gathered around, Lao Dong's two Indian servants immediately yelled fiercely at the group, scaring most of them out of the way for Fang Ze and the others, only daring to watch from a distance.

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Fang Ze asked Old Dong, "Will you be besieged if you are still so fierce in his territory?"

"If they have the courage, they are not Indians." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "As long as religion is not involved, people here have no courage to dare to do something to people of high caste."

As Old Dong was speaking, he saw two tall, slick-looking men sitting on a broken box looking at the four of them, so he immediately shouted in Hindi, "You two come here."

The two men were a little overwhelmed by Lao Dong's yelling, and they came over after a long pause.

When Old Dong saw the two men coming, he took out a few rupees from his pocket and waved them, saying, "We need to ask you some questions. If you can answer them, all these rupees will be yours."

When the two Indian men saw the rupees in Old Dong's hand, they immediately nodded like pounding garlic, and said to Old Dong in Hindi with a strong local accent, just ask.

Old Dong turned his head to look at Fang Ze and said, "I just observed that these two people still didn't leave after being scolded, so they must be a little courageous, and their status here is not low. If you have any questions, you can ask them. I will be your interpreter."

After hearing what Old Dong said, Fang Ze turned on the Vision of Athena, and said to Old Dong, "You first ask them if there are two foreigners who have been here recently, a man and a woman."

"Okay." After hearing what Fang Ze said, Old Dong immediately asked the two Indians in Hindi. After hearing what Old Dong said, the two Indians looked at each other, and then replied in Hindi Dao said, "Not to mention recently, no foreigners have come here for at least half a year. Because foreigners will take pictures after they come, so we are very impressed and will not remember it wrong."

Under the observation of Fang Ze's Athena's vision, the answers of the two Indians were judged to be true. In other words, Fan Jing and the three of them had never been to this slum. Fang Zegang was still wondering if Fan Jing and the others went to meet someone near this slum, when Old Dong translated to him in Chinese what the two Indians said 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 shortly after they came here, and they didn't know this group Whoever the person is, doesn't look like a local."

Hearing Old Dong's translation, Fang Ze's eyes froze when he was about to tell Old Dong to go nearby to see if there were any other clues.

Old Dong, you lied.

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

Ever since he came to New Delhi and met Old Dong, he pretended not to speak English and Hindi, not because he doubted Old Dong at the beginning, but because he wanted to see if he could catch any fish.

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

And because his introduction generally contains a lot of complaints, when he recorded videos on the spot, he used Chinese that Americans could not understand to make various complaints.

So as long as there is a smile on his face, those Americans who are filmed will not think that the video producer is crazily complaining about them, but thinking that he is praising them.

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

Nowadays, Lao Dong has not heard the truth, and this translation that directly changes the meaning has completely exposed himself.

Why did Old Dong translate in this way? The purpose is quite clear. It is to mislead Fang Ze, making Fang Ze think that Fan Jing and the others have been here before, and will not consider other places.

Well, if you think about it from this list, Lao Dong knows exactly where Fan Jing and the others went before they disappeared. Not only that, Fan Jing's disappearance also had a lot to do with Lao Dong, otherwise he wouldn't have misled Fang Ze so much!

"Should I 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 it's very likely that Fan Jing and the others have not only been here in the slums here, but let's go to other places around and maybe we can find some clues."

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

Fang Ze ignored 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 there was really no other place except the slums.

but.

Fang Ze enlarged the map and looked at it again. Less than half an hour away from the slums, there seemed to be a hotel, and it was built not far from the station platform.

"Can you understand what's written on it?" Old Dong saw Fang Ze standing looking at the map, and took the initiative to come over and said, "Would you like me to translate it for you?"

"It's okay, I'm just looking around." Fang Ze put his phone away, and then said to Old Dong, "Why am I suddenly a little hungry, this bread is not a big deal. Is there a place to eat for me? Have a meal."

"That's no problem." Old Dong nodded and said, "We can take the subway to the next city to have dinner, and we'll find someone after we're full."

"sorry to bother you."

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