Good guy, Song Wenbin has never seen the police dispatch so quickly, as if the policeman had been waiting for him to get into trouble.
However, Song Wenbin was very happy that the police were willing to come over. After all, his car overturned.
He pointed to the little r on the ground and said, "Can you help me, officer?"
The other party was indifferent.
Song Wenbin said in half-baked English: "Help me, sir."
Obviously, the sir was not here to help. He couldn't help but take out a shiny bracelet, cuff Song Wenbin's hands and said, "You have to come with me."
He might be speaking in Indian or English, but Song Wenbin couldn't understand it at all. As for why he was handcuffed, he didn't understand at all.
"What is this doing?"
he asked confused.
The other person obviously didn't understand Chinese, and he stood in front of him and talked nonsense.
Song Wenbin looked at the photographer on the side as if asking for help, hoping that someone could help him translate. But obviously, director Paulie was eager for him to be handcuffed into the station immediately so that he could shoot something different. Even Wei Ning was pulled back when he wanted to break out of Hilux.
asshole!
Thinking of his monthly salary of 50,000 yuan, Song Wenbin resisted the urge to plunge Paulie headfirst into the Ganges River, and silently allowed the police to handcuff him.
After the Indian police handcuffed him, he started making phone calls. Not long after, another police car drove up the street. Two more policemen walked out of the police car. After they glanced at the white bull next to them, they pointed at Song Wenbin and said a few words, then pushed him into the police car.
Song Wenbin sat in the car with a confused look on his face and said, "What should I do with my motorcycle?"
No one paid any attention to him, and no one knew what he was talking about.
The police car sped along and arrived at a police station not far away. It's said to be a police station, but it's actually an old, overcrowded yard. There are many iron fences in the yard, and there's a smell of feces and urine at the door.
Song Wenbin didn't expect that he would be handcuffed and arrested on the first day he came to India. The effect of this show was really unparalleled.
Two policemen each grabbed Song Wenbin by one arm and led him into the yard.
There were many people in ragged clothes standing against the wall in the yard. From time to time, a police officer in gray clothes would take out his baton and hit the skinny people once or twice. Seeing this scene, Song Wenbin was so frightened that he was worried that he would also be beaten inexplicably.
Although he didn't do anything wrong, this is India after all, and everything cannot be inferred based on common sense.
However, the two police officers beside him did not let Song Wenbin face the wall and think about it. Instead, they took him to a small room at the back and asked him to sit at a table.
Sitting across the table was a semi-bald old man with glasses. After communicating with the policeman who brought Song Wenbin here, the old man immediately started chattering to Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin still didn't know what the other person was talking about, so he could only point to his ear loudly and say that he didn't understand.
The two of them gestured across the table for a long time, and finally the bald police officer took out a few IDs. Only then did Song Wenbin realize that he was asking for his ID. He picked up his bag with some difficulty, dug out a few visas inside, and handed them to the policeman opposite.
After the policeman flipped through the visas for a while, his face gradually became serious. He stood up and unlocked Song Wenbin's handcuffs, and chattered a few words to him.
Song Wenbin still didn't understand, so the man picked up an old landline phone on the table and made a call.
After a while, a middle-aged man came in from the door. Compared with those brown-skinned Indians, this man's skin was fairer, his stature was taller, and his police uniform was neater. The police rank mark on his shoulder is two crossed sabers and a baton, with the Indian national emblem above it, which looks like a military rank.
The bald police officer went over and had a few words with the tall middle-aged man.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man came to Song Wenbin and asked indifferently: "Is it you who collided with the sacred cow?"
The question was in English, which sounded much more standard than other people's English. Song Wenbin had already opened the translation software on his mobile phone. He was stunned when he looked at the text that appeared on the translation software.
"Did you hit the sacred cow?" the man asked again.
Song Wenbin pictured the unlucky white cow standing on the street and mooing in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
what is this?
Did Luffy finally attract General Kizaru when he beat the Celestial Dragons in the Shampoo Islands?
As expected of you, India.
"I hit the sacred cow, what next?"
Song Wenbin asked the mobile phone, which helped translate.
The Indian policeman looked at his cell phone, nodded, and said: "Generally speaking, charging a sacred cow requires at least one month of imprisonment, plus a fine of 50,000 rupees, but because you are a foreigner, we will only imprison you." Three days and a fine of 5,000 rupees, do you have any objection?”
Song Wenbin:......
To be honest, he had no objection. He didn't want to go against foreign laws and customs, but... this was a bit unlucky. He bumped into a cow while walking. How could this be justified?
However, he could accept paying 5,000 rupees, but he couldn't bear to be imprisoned for three days.
"Can you pay a little more money and let me go right away?" Song Wenbin couldn't help but ask: "Hitting the bull was really accidental."
The man stared at Song Wenbin with gray eyes for a while, shook his head and said, "Three days is already the shortest time."
As he spoke, he lifted Song Wenbin up by his shoulders and led him out of the small office area and towards the back of the courtyard. After walking to the back of the courtyard, the environment was no longer as bad as before. There was a small British-style western-style building under the shade trees. The middle-aged Indian took him by the arm and took him to a room in the small western-style building. In the office, this office is quite big. It not only has a desk, a file cabinet, but also an... iron cage. There is even a wooden bed in the iron cage.
After arriving here, the Indian police officer's expression softened slightly. He pointed to the iron cage in the room and said: "This is my office. You stay here. Tell me if you need anything. In three days, I will I will let you go."
"Sir, can't you be accommodating?"
Song Wenbin said awkwardly.
Although this place didn't look as scary as he thought, staying for three days was enough for him to run from Calcutta to Bombay. Now that he was imprisoned, he would definitely not be able to catch up with Huo Yu and Su Tina. It would be natural for him to see Liu Yong. No need to think about it.
"This is our rule, please understand."
The officer pushed him into the cage, then closed the iron door, turned the key and went out.
"Holy shit...I'm convinced!
"
Song Wenbin leaned against the cage and crossed his arms angrily.
But soon, he thought of something again, quickly took out his mobile phone and opened Didi Didi's live broadcast room.
It's afternoon in China now, and it's only been two days since the last live broadcast. The popularity of the premiere of Teacher Yan's D station has not subsided yet. After Song Wenbin opened the live broadcast room, hundreds of people gathered soon.
The barrage was saying good afternoon while expressing disgust.
Song Wenbin raised his cell phone, looked at his face for the camera, and took pictures of this small cell.
"Brothers, where do you think I am?" Song Wenbin asked the camera.
"Teacher Yan, are you playing an escape room?"
A barrage asked.
"What are you doing?"
"Why did you go to the cage, Teacher Yan?"
"Teacher Yan, your live broadcast location is so unique."
"Brothers, I'm coming to India." Song Wenbin said surprisingly.
The barrage floated past a bunch of "?"
Then there was a barrage of shock.
"Teacher Yan, are you really going back?"
"Teacher Yan, have you agreed to return to the Extraordinary Journey filming crew?"
"Did Extraordinary Journey go to India to shoot?"
But soon some barrages discovered the problem.
"It's so strange that you are paying attention to it. I feel like I'm in a cage now."
"What kind of gameplay is this?"
"Teacher Yan, are you really in India?"
Looking at the piles of questions on the barrage, Song Wenbin didn't show off. He explained directly: "Brothers, I bumped a fucking cow in India and now I'm in prison."
A bunch of ellipses floated over the barrage.
"..."
Some people expressed serious doubts about Song Wenbin's words.
"real or fake?"
"Teacher Yan, I'm afraid you're not telling a story."
"What the hell are you talking about? Can we still broadcast live in prison?"
"That person was very nice. He didn't confiscate my phone. Maybe he saw that I was a foreigner and didn't make it too difficult for me."
After a pause, Song Wenbin couldn't help complaining: "I'm convinced, brothers, I'm going to be imprisoned here for three days. It's a good thing that I'm a foreigner. They bumped a cow and were sentenced to more than a month... ..."
"Live broadcast squatting, 6"
"6"
"As expected of Mr. Yan, he always appears in places we can't imagine."
At this time, the news of Song Wenbin's second broadcast spread, and people began to give Song Wenbin gifts.
An ID named Huang Feihong gave him more than a dozen confession balloons.
Song Wenbin quickly thanked: "Thank you, thank you Huang Feihong for the confession balloon, please don't send gifts for the time being. I am really in a state of imprisonment now. I don't know if I will..."
Just as he was talking, there were footsteps outside the door.
Song Wenbin quickly put his cell phone aside, with the camera facing outward, standing upright on a small table nearby.
As soon as I put my phone away, the office door opened again, and it was the middle-aged police officer who had just left. He entered the office with a few documents and a frown on his face. There was a woman following behind him. The woman had big brown waves and looked young. She was wearing a very modern shirt and was following the man and saying something excitedly.
The man seemed impatient with the woman's conversation and kept waving his hands, trying to drive her away. But the woman followed him relentlessly, trying to persuade him.
After entering the door, the woman quickly noticed Song Wenbin in a cage.
She pointed at Song Wenbin with some confusion and asked, "Who is this?"
The man glanced at Song Wenbin and said briefly: "A foreigner hit a sacred cow. I will punish him by imprisoning him here for three days to let him have a better memory."
"Oh..." the woman muttered, and then she yelled again: "You have to stop them about Amrit. I've really had enough of this damn tradition, we have to stop them. "
"I said, this matter is not my business, you..." The man said irritably, and the woman suddenly realized something. She turned her head again and looked at Song Wenbin in the cage. The more she looked at it, the more something was wrong. .
Finally he walked to the cage, holding on to the iron bars and looking him up and down.
Song Wenbin didn't recognize this strange Indian woman at all, and the look in her eyes made him very uneasy. He raised his hands, huddled in the corner and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about, so leave me alone."
The middle-aged man noticed something strange about the woman, walked up to her and asked, "Nita, what's wrong?"
The woman pointed at Song Wenbin in the cage, her expression becoming more and more stunned.
Song Wenbin's eyes jumped when he saw her expression. There was no doubt that although the person had changed, although he was no longer Chinese, and although the language was blocked, he had only seen this expression on one kind of person.
"Mr. Yan!?"
Big Wave said in shock.
Song Wenbin covered his face and collapsed.
Sutina is not going to bully her. How can she meet fans even if she is locked up in a cage at an Indian police station?
The woman had recognized him. She couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone, found a photo, reached through the fence, and asked loudly in English.
"Is this you?"
Song Wenbin was not good at English, but he recognized the owner of the photo. It was the photo of him standing on the Cadillac in Seoul. He quickly shook his head, leaned against the wall, and covered his face, refusing to see anyone.
"Is this you?"
The woman asked again, this time in Chinese.
It's half-baked, but it's definitely Chinese.
"You...you know Chinese?" Song Wenbin put down his hand in surprise.
"I took Chinese as an elective at school, and I also plan to go to China for further study in the future. Teacher Yan, I have seen an extraordinary journey, and this is you."
"No, no, it's not me. You got the wrong person." Song Wenbin denied.
The woman stared at him for a while, showed a bright smile, and said with a smile: "It's you, I recognized you, you actually came to India, God Shiva, where are your two colleagues, Sutina and Huo Yu?"
Song Wenbin gritted his teeth and remained silent.
At this time, the woman grabbed the man's arm and said loudly to Song Wenbin in the cage: "My name is Nita, Nita Mohan. This is my brother, Amrit Mohan. Don't look. He is young, he is the youngest police commissioner and deputy commissioner of police in Kolkata."
Song Wenbin's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.
Amrit watched in confusion as the woman communicated with the person in the cage, and asked in English: "Who is he?"
"Brother, have you forgotten? Not long ago I recommended you to watch the program called Extraordinary Journey. Don't you think this man looks familiar? Hey, he is the male host of that program. "Nita Mohan was so excited that she pointed at Song Wenbin and said in English very fast.
Song Wenbin couldn't understand the woman's words.
The man looked at Song Wenbin and was stunned. After being stunned for a while, he thought of something and his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. At that moment, he asked Song Wenbin a few questions in English, but Song Wenbin couldn't understand.
Nita Mohan on the side was very excited and helped translate: "My brother asked you, where are the other two people?"
