Although there are almost no clues at present, Fang Ze still plans to visit the slums near the Delhi subway station that Lao Dong mentioned before. With the Athena's vision, he might find some new clues. .
After Fang Ze told Lao Dong about this matter, Lao Dong agreed wholeheartedly, promising to take Fang Ze to the slums near the Delhi subway station tomorrow morning and that he would be Fang Ze's translator.
After getting Old Dong's promise, Fang Ze returned to the bedroom arranged for him by Old Dong, used the mobile phone he brought to connect to the network here, and browsed the local Internet to see if anything special 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 there is no pressure to read, and he quickly reads a lot of news.
'Hey, this news. 'As Fang Ze glanced around, he found an inconspicuous piece of news in the corner of the Delhi news website. It said that the Delhi police cracked down on a criminal gang specializing in making counterfeit medicine last week and arrested one of the gang members. three members. And they have also launched a hunt for the remaining escaped members.
interesting.
Fang Ze opened his notepad and wrote down 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 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, Lao Dong prepared two kinds of breakfast for Fang Ze. One was Indian-style, full of curry and mushy food, and the other was a few pieces of bread and milk.
"You can try the special food here in India first." Lao 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 Lao Dong, "I'd better eat bread."
"Okay." Old Dong clapped his hands and signaled the servant to take the plate down. Then he said to Fang Ze, "India actually has a lot of delicious food, but it's too early now and the chef hasn't come to work yet, so we can only That’s alright, when we come back in the evening, I’ll ask the chef to make some meat dishes for you to eat.”
"Aren't Indians basically vegetarian, and how can they cook delicious meat dishes?" Fang Ze asked strangely.
"You have to know that India is a big country with a population about the same as that of China, so your impression of Indians being vegetarian is similar to foreigners' impression of Chinese people knowing Kung Fu." Lao Dong explained to Fang Ze, "Delhi is India In the north of India, people eat more meat. People in the south of India eat more vegetarian food."
As he spoke, Lao Dong pointed to the tableware on the table and said to Fang Ze, "So you don't have to worry about them letting you eat with your hands in the north, because people in the north use tableware to eat, and most people in the south use tableware to eat. Eat with your hands. And there are some places where it would be rude not to eat with your hands.”
"So that's it." Fang Ze nodded to show that he understood, and then he asked Lao Dong, "I have always heard of the name of Indian flying pancakes 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 making pancakes."
"So Indian pancakes are not from India?" Fang Ze was stunned.
"Yes, it's just like Chongqing Chicken Pot is not from Chongqing." Lao Dong said to Fang Ze, "That thing was introduced to our country from Singapore. It seems that it was made by the Indian Tamils in Singapore and then spread. To other countries. Anyway, it didn’t exist in India before, but now some stores will translate betting cakes into flying cakes in order to attract foreign tourists. The two methods are completely different.”
After hearing what Lao Dong said, Fang Ze didn't know where to complain. It turns out that most of the food in this world cannot be judged from its name just by its name.
"But Indian pancakes are also quite delicious, and the bread is pretty good too, so as long as you're not too picky or go to a remote area, it won't hurt your stomach."
While listening to Lao Dong introducing Indian food, Fang Ze quickly finished the bread in his mouth, and then said to Lao Dong, "After eating, let's set off now."
After going out and getting into Lao Dong's car, there were two Indian servants accompanying him as usual. We all took the car together and arrived at the foot of the Delhi subway station in India.
The tracks of the Delhi Metro Station are somewhat similar to the Jinling Metro. Many of the tracks are elevated above the land. Unlike the Jinling subway track which is still clean and tidy, under the Delhi subway track, when Fang Ze got off the car and looked up, he almost thought he was playing Fallout IV: open-air garbage dumps, dilapidated and scrapped cars, and crumbling shantytowns. , and poorly dressed Indian children.
"Is this a slum in India?" Fang Ze turned to look at Lao Dong and asked.
"No." Old Dong shook his head and said, "It's still some distance from the slums. We still have to walk a little further."
Lao Dong asked an Indian servant to look at the car, but he couldn't move forward with another Indian servant and Fang Ze.
As the surrounding environment became more and more desolate, even Fang Ze, who had superpowers to rely on, couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He turned to Old Dong and asked, "Is there no danger here?"
"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 underworlds in India, so you can rest assured."
"Didn't you say that Delhi is very chaotic? How come there is no underworld in such a chaotic place?"
"First, because Indians are not martial under the influence of Hinduism, and second, because as I mentioned to you before, various surnames despise each other, so it is difficult for people at the bottom to join forces to establish any influential organization. Third, Because this is India, various religions are the most common forms of non-governmental organizations in India, and their local rights are greater than those of the government."
Lao Dong didn't go very far when he began to pant, but he still explained in detail to Fang Ze, "Have you seen the news about the riots in India before? The Indian government wanted to try a religious master, which resulted in a large-scale riot. Riots. So, in this case, do you think that the underworld can still develop? Who will they ask to collect protection fees? The religious taxes are not enough."
After listening to what Lao Dong said, Fang Ze wanted to say that it's not that there is no underworld, it's just a different form. This happens in all countries. On the contrary, like Neon, he honestly admits that he is a member of the underworld. 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 shanty houses. Many passages are only two people wide, and there are various sundries underneath. Let alone a car, it would be troublesome even for people walking.
Fang Ze and the others walked slowly into the slum. The arrival of the three strangers quickly attracted a large number of Indians living in the slums to watch. The three of them had not taken a few steps before they were surrounded like monkeys.
Most of the onlookers were men and children, and few women were seen.
Seeing so many people gathered around them, Lao Dong's two Indian servants immediately shouted fiercely at the group of people, which frightened most of them into giving way to Fang Ze and others and only dared to watch from a distance.
"Is this going to be okay?" Fang Ze asked Lao Dong, "If you are so aggressive in someone else's territory, will you be besieged?"
"If they have the guts, they are not Indians." Lao Dong said to Fang Ze, "As long as religion is not involved, people here have no guts to attack high-caste people."
As the old man spoke, he saw two slim, oily-looking men sitting on a broken box looking at the three of them, so he immediately shouted in Hindi, "Come here, you two."
The two men were a little overwhelmed when Lao Dong shouted, and they were stunned for a long time before they came over.
After seeing the two men coming, the old Dong took out a few rupees from his pocket and waved them while 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 the old Dong's hand, they immediately nodded as if they were smashing garlic, and said to the old Dong in Hindi with a heavy accent, just ask.
Old Dong turned to look at Fang Ze and said, "I just observed that these two people still didn't leave after being yelled at and scolded, so they must be a little brave and their status here is not low. If you have any questions, you can ask me. I'll be your translator."
After listening to Old Dong's words, Fang Ze turned on Athena's Vision and said to Old Dong, "First ask them if two foreigners, male and one female, have been here recently."
"Okay." After hearing what Fang Ze said, the old Dong immediately asked the two Indians in Hindi. After the two Indians heard what the Old Dong said, they looked at each other and then answered in Hindi as well. He said, "Not to mention recently, no foreigners have come here for at least half a year. Because foreigners will take pictures when they come, so we have a deep impression and will not remember it wrong."
Under the observation of Fang Ze's Athena Vision, the answers of the two Indians were judged to be true. In other words, Fan Jing and the other three have never been to this slum. Fang Zegang was still wondering if Fan Jing and the others had gone to meet someone near the slum, when he heard Lao Dong translate to him in Chinese what the two Indians had just said.
"The two Indians said that a female foreigner and two male foreigners did come here last week. However, they left with another group soon after they came here. They did not know this group. Whoever he is, he doesn’t look like a local.”
After hearing Lao Dong's translation, Fang Ze's eyes suddenly froze as he was about to tell Lao Dong to go nearby to see if there were any other clues.
Old Dong, you lied.
Fang Ze instantly looked at the old Dong who was performing so hard, and his heart suddenly sank.
When he first came to New Delhi and met Lao Dong, he pretended not to know English and Hindi, not because he doubted Lao Dong from the beginning, but because he wanted to see if he could catch any fish this way.
This was 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 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 records the video on the spot, he always makes various complaints in Chinese that Americans cannot understand.
So as long as he has a smile on his face, the Americans who were filmed will not think that the video maker is madly complaining about them, but will think that he is praising 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 cover up deliberately and will tell a lot of truth.
Nowadays, Lao Dong's true words have not been heard, and this translation that directly changed the semantics has completely exposed himself.
Why did Lao Dong translate it like this? The purpose 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 we think about it from this perspective, Lao Dong knew exactly where Fan Jing and the others had been before they disappeared. Not only that, Fan Jing's disappearance also has a lot to do with Lao Dong, otherwise he wouldn't mislead Fang Ze like this!
"Would you like to ask a few more people?" Lao Dong didn't know that he had been exposed 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 may have been to more than just the slums here. Let's take a look at other places around, maybe we can find some clues."
"The problem is, there is no other place here except this slum." Lao Dong explained to Fang Ze.
Fang Ze ignored Old Dong and directly took out his mobile phone to search the map.
Although the map will certainly not show as many places as in China, some of the more important places are still marked.
Fang Ze looked at the map and found that except for the slums, there really was no other place here.
but.
Fang Ze expanded the map and looked at it again. There seemed to be a hotel less than half an hour away from the slums, and it was built not far from the station platform.
"Can you understand what's written here?" When Lao Dong saw Fang Ze standing looking at the map, he came over and said, "Would you like me to translate it for you?"
"It's okay, I just took a look." Fang Ze put the phone away, and then said to Lao Dong, "Why am I suddenly a little hungry? This bread is not enough. Is there a place where you can take me to eat? Have a meal.”
"That's no problem." Old Dong nodded and said, "We can take the subway to the next city to eat, and then we can slowly find someone after we are full."
"sorry to bother you."
"No trouble, no trouble." Old Dong said to Fang Ze with a hypocritical smile on his face.
(End of chapter)