Just when Song Wenbin wanted to get an Indonesian to stand up and question him, the roar of a motor was heard not far away. Huo Yu reacted quickly. She thought it was the Indonesian natives who called more people over, so she immediately stopped in front of Song Wenbin with a stick.
But this time it was not the villagers who came, but a few policemen on motorcycles. They parked their motorcycles at the scene of the eucalyptus incident. Sutina jumped off the back seat of a motorcycle and pointed at the collapsed chicken farm. He shouted: "Officer, they are the ones who kidnapped our director and cameraman!"
The pot-bellied Indonesian police officer took a closer look at the dozen or so people moaning and groaning on the ground, and asked: "Are those on the ground tied?"
Sutina looked at a group of people falling on the ground, and then at her colleagues who were standing intact.
"The one standing is the one who is tied up!" Sutina said.
The pot-bellied Indonesian policeman stared at her silently, finding it hard to believe what the white-haired girl said.
"Is it really a kidnapping?"
He turned to stare at Sutina and asked.
"Yes, this is kidnapping." She said very confidently: "Justifiable defense after kidnapping."
Song Wenbin didn't know how Su Tina could still hold the moral high ground without changing her expression at this time, but he couldn't stand it anymore. No matter why these Indonesians kidnapped the director, this matter must be settled quickly. , after all, he still carries an ulterior secret.
So he hurried to the Indonesian police officer, took out a dozen dollars from his pocket, handed it over quietly, and said, "Officer, I'm really sorry. It's just a small misunderstanding. We'll leave right away."
The police officer didn't understand Song Wenbin's words, but he understood what he meant. Of course he accepted Song Wenbin's money and looked at Sutina.
Although Su Tina didn't want to do this, looking at Song Wenbin's eyes, she had no choice but to translate for him.
But after hearing this, the police officer didn't feel bad about accepting Song Wenbin's money. He walked over to the groaning people with his baton and turned them over. After turning over them, he pointed his baton at the ground. Shouting something loudly.
Listening to his yelling, Huo Yu folded her arms, raised her head in a rather disdainful manner, and said a few words in English. The police officer was in disbelief and circled around her.
Su Tina said in Song Wenbin's ear, "The guy asked who hit him. Huo Yu said it was her and asked the police what they wanted.
Song Wenbin covered his head and hurried to the police officer. Another pile of money was stuffed into him. The police officer accepted the benefits but still accused him aggressively.
At this time, the director stood up and said, "These people really kidnapped them for no reason. We have video records."
After hearing what the director said, the police officer immediately asked him for a camera, but the director was a little hesitant because the tape not only contained records of their diving, but also his records. As a human being, he instinctively did not want to hand over the tape.
But this hesitation irritated the officer, who put his hands on his hips and shouted accusations with his baton.
Song Wenbin couldn't help but feel dissatisfied when he saw that the policeman was still not satisfied even though he had received two portions of his money. How could he be so greedy?
At this time, another group of people came not far away. They were probably local Indonesian villagers. They heard the noise and came to watch.
One of them saw the police officer who was arguing with the film crew. He silently separated from the crowd and walked out. He came to the police officer, pulled him away from the director, and started chatting with him.
Song Wenbin looked at the man's face and frowned slightly.
Different from those Nanyang people who are short in stature and have flat features, this man has a high nose and deep eyes. He is tall and has an obvious European appearance. He is in his fifties, wearing a traditional local Muslim white robe, and his skin is weathered. Sunburned until Li black.
The police officer probably knew him very well. He held his hand and listened to what he said, nodding repeatedly. Occasionally, he glanced at Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin didn't know what they were talking about and was a little worried, so he asked Su Tina in a low voice: "What are they talking about?"
Sutina shook her head: "It's a local dialect here in Indonesia, I can't understand it."
Song Wenbin narrowed his eyes, feeling a little wary.
After the man came forward to communicate with the police officer for a moment, the Indonesian police officer took another amount of money from him. The police officer who got a full three cents was finally satisfied. He led several people and stood in front of Song Wenbin arrogantly. He was talking about something.
Su Tina translated in a low voice: "This police officer said that next time something like this happens, don't solve it privately, communicate with them in time, and don't hit people. Beating people is wrong no matter what." He also said that this time It’s not a big deal, but if it gets too big and he can’t handle it, he’ll invite us to tea.”
Song Wenbin didn't care what the police officer said. What concerned him was the European man in his fifties. Judging from the eyes of the people around him, he seems to be quite respected here, and he can resolve things that he cannot resolve with just a few words.
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After nodding and bending to send the police officer onto the motorcycle, the smile on Song Wenbin's face gradually disappeared.
He turned his head and looked at the man with a tall nose and deep eyes.
The man looked at him too, with a smile on his face.
"Hello." The man stretched out his hand to Song Wenbin and spoke in Chinese. Although not quite standard, it is clear enough.
Song Wenbin shook hands with him subconsciously. His hands were very rough, far more rough than when he shook hands with Huo Yu for the first time. Song Wenbin glanced at his hands, which were covered with calluses and wounds from fishing lines.
"You speak Chinese well."
Song Wenbin said in a nonchalant manner.
"There are a lot of Chinese in Semarang, so you will naturally get used to it after living here for a long time." the man said.
Song Wenbin asked: "I still don't know why the Indonesians here kidnapped us. Since you took the initiative to come and greet us, do you want to explain it to us?"
"Understand, it is Ramadan now, and we sell illegal meat here. We are worried about being photographed by reporters. Reporters have come here to secretly take pictures before, and we broke their fingers before letting them out. You are lucky."
The man with the tall nose and deep eyes said creepy words in a calm tone.
It was late at night, and some local indigenous people came closer holding torches. The film crew also leaned next to Song Wenbin, and the two sides vaguely formed two small groups.
"We are not here to shoot, and we are not interested in your religious customs." Song Wenbin let go of the other party's hand and said, "What do you say now, do you want to let us go, or do you want us to pay you some money before letting you go?" let's go?"
"No, this is also a mistake on our part."
The man with a tall nose and deep eyes said: "You can leave if you want, no one will stop you."
Song Wenbin nodded and left from him.
But just when He was about to pass by the man, he heard the man say softly, "But I saw what you were doing in the sea when I was fishing."
This simple sentence made Song Wenbin's whole body feel like being struck by lightning, and his hole instantly enlarged.
He slowly turned around and looked at the man with a tall nose and deep eyes. The man still had the same expressionless face, as if he didn't know how much his words had shocked Song Wenbin's soul.
Fortunately, he had experienced five countries, and his nerves were much stronger than when he first left the country. Looking at the villagers approaching with crackling torches, Song Wenbin forcibly resisted the urge to ask Huo Yu to crush the man to ashes, and suppressed his emotions. Leng Dan asked: "Who are you?"
"My name is Wutou." The man clasped his hands and said elegantly.
"What do you want to do?"
"Oh, don't be nervous."
The man chuckled and said: "I'm just a local fisherman. The fishing location is just close to where you often go into the water. To be honest, I have seen many people fishing up and down that place over the years. I don't want you to be here. More or less for each of you."
Although he said this, Song Wenbin had no intention of relaxing at all. Su Tina and Huo Yu stood beside Song Wenbin, one on the left and one on the right. Even the camera crew had extremely solemn expressions at this moment.
"Then what do you want to express?" Song Wenbin took a deep breath and asked softly.
"I have nothing to express. I just kindly remind you that there is nothing there. It has been fished out hundreds of times. No matter what you are looking for there now, I am afraid that your hopes will be in vain." Wutou said softly.
Song Wenbin was silent.
No matter how he observed, thought, or analyzed, he could not figure out what this man was doing. The other party kept his hands clasped together, looking humble and respectful.
After a long silence, Song Wenbin asked: "So?"
The man shook his head and smiled. He picked up the broom from the chicken farm and swept the rice that had been knocked to the ground in the previous fight with his bare feet. While sweeping him, he said: "Eid al-Fitr is still a while away. What happened today is an oversight on my part, and I’m very sorry. If you still need to buy meat next time, you can come to Yamuzha to find me, and I will give you a satisfactory discount.”
Song Wenbin watched him sweep the rice into the dustpan, his body seemed to be frozen.
The brief exchange had already caused a sudden change in the atmosphere in the team, and everyone was confused and at a loss.
Su Tina was the first to react. She looked pale and stammered at Song Wenbin: "Song...Brother Song..."
Su Tina was frightened by Song Wenbin's expression. Even when he was kidnapped by robbers in Africa, Brother Song looked carefree and cynical. He had never been so serious.
"Otherwise, I'll just..." Huo Yu touched his neck with a serious expression.
Song Wenbin glared at her and held her arm to prevent her from doing anything outrageous.
Taking a deep breath, Song Wenbin calmed down his turbulent emotions and said, "If the meat is really eaten, I will come back to you."
After saying that, he waved his hand: "Let's go."
"Let's go...let's go..." Sutina stared at Wutou sweeping the floor in disbelief.
"Well, let's go."
Song Wenbin took a girl's arm without looking back and said, "Let's go on vacation."
