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Although there are almost no existing clues, Fang Ze intends to go to the slums near the Delhi Metro Station mentioned by Lao Dong before. He has the kind of Athena vision and may find some new clues. .

After Fang Ze and the old Dong talked about this, the old Dong agreed with his mouth, promising to take Fang Ze to the slums near the Delhi subway station tomorrow morning and he would act as an interpreter for Fang Ze himself.

After getting the promise of Lao Dong, Fang Ze returned to the bedroom that Lao Dong arranged for him, connected to the network here with his mobile phone, and checked the local Internet to see if something special happened recently.

Most of the Internet in India has two options, English and Hindi. Fang Ze has the ability of a master of language, so he reads without pressure, and quickly brushes a lot of news.

‘Oh, this news. 'When Fang Ze glanced around, he found a non-conspicuous piece of news in the corner of Delhi's news website, saying that the Delhi police last week cracked down on a criminal gang specializing in counterfeit drugs and caught the gang Three members. And they have also pursued the remaining members of the escape.

interesting.

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

It was only a day behind Sister Fan Xue disappeared in New Delhi.

It may seem that there is no possibility, but Fang Ze still felt that there might be a story between the two, because after all, there may not 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, lumpy food, and the other was a few pieces of bread with milk.

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

Fang Ze smelled the thick curry flavor that came from the plate, shook his head and said to the old Dong, "I'll eat bread."

"Okay." The old Dong clapped his hands, motioned the servant to carry the plate down, and then he said to Fang Ze, "In fact, there are still a lot of delicious food in India, but it is too early for the chef to come to work, so he can only Make it up, and when we come back at night, I'll ask the chef to cook some meat dishes for you. "

"Aren't the Indians basically vegetarian, and can they cook amaranth?" Fang Ze asked strangely.

"You know, India is a big country with a population similar to that of Huaxia, so your impression that all Indians are vegetarian is the same as that of foreigners who are kung fu." Old Dong explained to Fang Ze, "Delhi is India. North, so people eat more meat. In the south, Indians are more vegetarian. "

Lao Dong pointed and pointed at the tableware on the table and said to Fang Ze, "So you do n’t have to worry about them in the north, they will let you grab and eat directly, because the north uses tableware to eat, most of the south only Eating with your hands. And there are places where it ’s rude to eat without holding your hands. "

"That's the case." Fang Ze nodded and said he knew, and then he asked the old Dong, "I've heard the name of the Indian flying cake before. Where can I buy this in Delhi?"

"You can't buy anywhere in Delhi." The old Dong shrugged and said, "India doesn't have flying cakes. There is only one type of boogie called Gapati, and they don't fly around when they make boogies."

"So the Indian flying cake is not Indian?" Fangze froze.

"Yeah, it's the same as the Chongqing chicken gong pot. It's not Chongqing." The old Dong said to Fang Ze. "That stuff was passed from Singapore to our country, as if it was made by the Indian Tamil in Singapore and passed on. I went to other countries. Anyway, India did n’t have it before. Now, some shops will translate blog cakes into flying cakes in order to attract foreign tourists. The two methods are completely different. "

Fang Ze listened to the old Dong's words and did not know where to spit out. It turns out that most of the food in this world cannot be judged by its name alone.

"But Indian pie is also very delicious, and bread is also good, so as long as it is not too picky, or in the backcountry, you will not be wronged."

While listening to Lao Dong's introduction of Indian cuisine, Fang Ze quickly ate the bread in his mouth, and then said to Lao Dong, "After eating, let's go now."

When I went out, I took the old Dong's car. These two Indian servants who were next to the old Dong, as usual, took the car all the way to the Indian Delhi subway station.

The tracks of Delhi Metro Station are similar to those of Jinling Metro. Many of the tracks are overhead over land. And unlike 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 that he was playing Radiation IV: open-air garbage dumps, dilapidated cars, crumbling shanty houses. , And Indian children in humble clothes.

"This is the slum in India?" Fang Ze asked, turning to look at the old Dong.

"No." The old Dong shook his head and said, "It's still a long way from the slums. We have to go a little."

Lao Dong asked an Indian servant to look at the car, but Hu took another Indian servant and Fang Ze to walk forward.

As the surrounding environment became more and more desolate, even Fang Ze, who had super ability to rely on, could not help but panic. He turned to the old Dong and said, "There is no danger here."

"Relax," the old Dong said to Fang Ze. "As long as you don't come here in the middle of the night, it's generally fine. There is no triad in India, so you can rest assured."

"Don't you say that Delhi is messy, why is there such a messy place even underworld?"

"One is because Indians are not martial arts under the influence of Hinduism, and the other is because as I mentioned to you before, all kinds of surnames despise each other, so it is difficult for the people at the bottom to connect with each other to establish any influential organization. The third is Because here is India, all kinds of religions are the most common form of organization in Indian folks. Their local rights are greater than government. "

The old man started to pant before he went far, but he explained in detail for Fang Ze, "Have you read the news of the riots in India before. The Indian government wants to try a religious master, which has led to large-scale Riot. So in this case, you think that there can be triad development, who do they want to collect protection fees, and religious taxes are not enough. "

After listening to the words of Lao Dong, Fang Ze wanted to say that there is actually no triad, just a different form. This is the case in all countries. Instead, he admits that he is triad. The underworld became a rare animal.

"Here it is," said Old Dong with his finger, "This is a slum."

Fang Ze looked in the direction of the old Dong's fingers, and then he understood why the old Dong didn't drive over just now, because it is made up of low-rise shanty houses. Many passages are only two people wide, and various sundries are placed below. Not to mention a car, even if people are walking, it is troublesome.

The four Fanze walked slowly into the slum. The arrival of the four strangers soon caused a large crowd of Indians living in the slums. The four did not take a few steps and were surrounded by monkeys.

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

Seeing so many people coming around, the two Indian servants of Lao Dong shouted at the group immediately, and scared most people to make way for Fang Ze and dared to watch from a distance.

"Is this going to be okay?" Fang Ze asked the old Dong, "when the site is so fierce, will he be under siege?"

"If they have that courage, they will not be Indians," the old Dong said to Fang Ze. "As long as there is no religion involved, the people here don't have the courage to dare to work with people of the high caste."

The old Dong said, seeing two thin, tall men looking slick, sitting on a broken box and watching the four of them, he immediately shouted in Hindi, "You two come here."

The two men were a little overwhelmed by the old Dong shouting, and after walking for a long time, they came over.

When the old man saw the two men coming over, 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 are yours."

Seeing the rupee in the hands of the old Dong, the two Indian men immediately nodded and looked like they were smashing garlic, and said to the old Dong in a serious Hindi language.

The old Dong turned to look at Fang Ze and said, "I just observed that after the two people were drunk and scolded, they still did not leave, so there should be some courage, and the status here is not low. If you have any questions, you can ask me I'll be your interpreter. "

After listening to Lao Dong's words, Fang Ze opened Athena's vision and said to Lao Dong, "You first ask them if there have been two foreigners who have been here recently."

"Okay." After listening to Fang Ze, the old Dong immediately asked the two Indians in Hindi. After hearing the words of the old Dong, the two Indians looked at each other and then answered in Hindi. "Don't say it's recent. No foreigner has been here for at least half a year. Because foreigners take pictures after they come, we are very impressed and don't remember it wrong."

Both Indians' answers were judged to be true under the observation of Fang Ze's Athena Vision. In other words, Fan Jing and the three of them have never been to this slum. Fang Zegang was still wondering if Fan Jing was going to see someone near this slum, and he heard the old Dong's translation into Chinese of 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 after they came here, they left with another group and they did not know the group Who the person is, does not look like a local. "

After hearing the translation of Lao Dong, Fang Ze was about to talk to Lao Dong to see if there were any other clues.

Old Dong, told a lie.

Fang Ze instantly looked at the old director who was performing hard, and his heart sank immediately.

When he came to New Delhi and met the old Dong, he pretended that he could not speak English or Hindi. It was not because he had doubted the old Dong at the beginning, but he wanted to see if he could catch any fish.

This is something he thought of before watching an American video maker. This American video maker is a white man, but he speaks Chinese very well, and he is keen to make videos. He wants to introduce the real United States to Chinese netizens.

And because his introduction generally contains a lot of utterances, when he recorded the video on the scene, he used various Chinese utterances that the Americans did not understand.

So as long as there is a smile on his face, those Americans who have been filmed will not think that this video maker is mad at them and think they are bragging about them.

By the same token, if a person is certain 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, the old Dong's truth has not been heard, and this translation that directly changed the meaning of the hand completely leaked himself out.

The reason why the old Dong had to translate this way was quite clear. It was to mislead Fang Ze and make Fang Ze think that Fan Jing had been here without considering other places.

Well, if you think from this list, the old Dong person simply knows where Fan Jing had been before they disappeared ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~. Not only that, Fan Jing's disappearance also has a great relationship with the old Dong, otherwise he would not be so misleading as Fang Ze!

"Would you like to ask a few more people?" Old Dong did not know at this time that he had leaked. He looked up at Fang Ze with an expression of eagerness to help.

"No need." Fang Ze shook his head and said to the old Dong, "I think Fan Jing may well have visited the slums here. Let's take a look elsewhere and maybe find any clues."

"The problem is that there is no place other than this slum." Old Dong explained to Fang Ze.

Fang Ze ignored the old Dong, but pulled out his cell phone directly for map inquiry.

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

Fang Ze looked at the map and found that there was really no place other than the slum accident.

but.

Fang Ze looked at the map again, and it seemed that there was a hotel less than half an hour away from the slums, and it was built just a short distance from the platform of the station.

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

"It's okay, I just look at it casually." Fang Ze put away the phone, and said to the old Dong, "Why am I suddenly a little hungry, this bread does not matter. Is there any place to eat me? Have a meal. "

"This is okay." The old Dong nodded and said, "We can take the subway to the next city to eat, and then we will find someone slowly after we are full."

"sorry to bother you."

"No trouble, no trouble." Old Dong said with a false smile on the other side.