Song Wenbin didn't know what was going on. He couldn't understand the conversation between Nita and the hijra named Jamaj, and neither could Wei Ning. But seeing that there were more people around them, Song Wenbin and Wei Ning didn't dare to move.
"What are you going to do?"
Upon seeing this, Amrit's expression suddenly changed and he asked loudly.
"Sorry, officer, some things have been put off for a long time and can't be put off any longer." After that, she waved her hand and said, "Take it back."
Hundreds of people rushed up and grabbed Amrit and the screaming Nita. She screamed like crazy: "What do you want to do? Are you crazy! How dare you treat us like this..."
Then, Nita's mouth was covered. She twisted helplessly and whined, while Amrit and other police officers on the side were actually held down by dozens of people at the same time, unable to move on the ground.
Song Wenbin felt a little horrified when he saw this scene. To be honest, he had seen the world after traveling to so many countries, but he could never have imagined that such a thing would happen in India.
Doesn't the Hijra in front of him know that these brothers and sisters are people of very, very high social status?
Just as she was frightened, Jamaj had returned to him. At this moment, she was indifferent, as if nothing had happened. She even said calmly: "Sisters, I'm sorry for letting you see this. Can I trouble you to come with me?" Why don't you go back? It might be dangerous outside for now."
Her tone was gentle but undeniable.
After listening to the translation, Song Wenbin glanced at the dark crowd around him. How dare he refuse the request of this man who even a Brahmin dared to attack. At the moment, he could only nod his head and say, "You have the final say."
After hearing this, Jamaj nodded with satisfaction, led a large group of hijra, and dragged the police officer whose mouth was covered, and disappeared into the street as quietly as the ebbing tide.
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A group of people were walking through the alley in darkness. Song Wenbin and Wei Ning were trapped in the crowd. Wei Ning asked in a low voice: "Yan, what is going on? Why do I feel that things here are so weird..." "
"How did I know...this sister has something, I promise her first. It's getting late now, and no one is looking at us when we get there, so we change back to men's clothes and sneak away secretly."
"Okay." Weining whispered.
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After walking for about ten minutes, a group of people came to the river again. After nightfall, there were still many people by the river, but they were no longer the group of washerwomen during the day, but some monks and religious believers singing by the river. Light a torch and burn a fire on the ground.
The fire rose into the sky and emitted thick smoke, and there was a burning smell in the air. Song Wenbin looked at the barely humanoid thing in the fire and felt sad. This might be the legendary open-air crematorium in India.
By the river, the group of Hijras led Song Wenbin and Weining into a dilapidated temple. The surface of the temple has long been in disrepair and dilapidation, but there is a corridor inside that leads directly to the underground.
The decoration style here is extremely old, with many peculiar reliefs and shrines. It is very old, but the banners and colorful light bulbs surrounding it give the place a bit of a cyber style.
Song Wenbin had never seen such a strange place. He secretly asked Wei Ning, "Are you taking pictures?"
Wei Ning silently pointed to his temples, which held a concealed black photography pen, which was a prop commonly used by Baoli. Song Wenbin nodded and felt relieved.
Soon, the group of Hijra came to the center of the temple, where there were three thick wooden pillars. There are dark red floor tiles under the pillars, and the air is filled with the faint smell of rust.
On the bluestone walls, there are various statues and shrines of gods. These gods look weird, some are dancing, some are glaring, and some are not human at all.
Under the statue, you can see women kneeling on the ground praying everywhere. It may not be right to say they are women, because although they are all wearing women's clothes, judging from their figures, they should all be men.
After arriving here, the hijras put down Nita, Amrit and others. As soon as they were released, Nita got up and curled up next to her brother Amrit, holding his arms tremblingly. He didn't dare to say it, his eyes were full of fear.
Seeing Nita like this in the dark, Song Wenbin felt a little funny in his heart. When he saw this guy bluffing before, he thought she was also stupid like Huo Yu. Now it seems that she is quite capable of judging the situation. Bring it here and stop barking.
Amrit was still calm. He pushed Nita away and said, "Why did you bring us here? Please give us a reason. Otherwise, even if the chief minister of Chhattisgarh comes, we won't be able to do it." I will forgive you for your behavior today.”
This was said in English, and it seemed that Amrit was very serious. But the Hijra named Jamaj seemed very calm. She sat on the chair and said: "I didn't question your ability, sir. From the looks of your car, you don't belong here. However, if you are under your jurisdiction now, Someone is missing in the ground, would you care about it?"
"Of course I will take care of it," Amrit said.
"That's good." Jamaji talked eloquently and said: "Since ten years ago, when I was a lower-class untouchable, people have been missing in this community. Most of the missing people are children between 10 and 15 years old. Every year, more than a dozen people disappear here, which is not a large number, so we just turn a blind eye. But in recent years, more and more people have disappeared. Just last year, There are more than a hundred people missing here, accounting for almost one-tenth of the children in this community. I would like to ask you to take care of this kind of thing, can you?"
"If someone is missing, you should report it to the sheriff here and let them handle it." Amrit said seriously: "There is no use tying me here."
boom!
What answered him was a tea can that shattered at Amrit's feet. Nita was startled, let out a short scream, and covered her head tightly.
"If it is useful to hand it over to the Sheriff for acceptance, will we take this step?" Jamaj said coldly: "We have been calling the police since someone disappeared ten years ago, but ten years later, there have been as many as 100 missing children in this community. There are more than 300 people, but you actually turn a blind eye to these missing cases and delay them again and again. If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before this community dies!"
While talking, Hijra on the side stared at Amrit with dark eyes in the darkness.
Wei Ning listened to the conversation between the two and secretly translated it to Song Wenbin, who fell into deep thought.
It seems that this third-gender person named Jamaj actually took over the security of this place. It is really a weird country. This is almost unimaginable in other places in the world. However, it seems that the locals encountered some unsolvable problem, and the local police station did not accept the problem. Thinking back to the difficulties he encountered when going to the police station, Song Wenbin had a clear understanding. It seems that even in a place like India, there is still no vacuum in power.
Amrit was silent for a long time, and then said in an angry voice: "I will report the matter you mentioned. If it is verified, we will send someone to solve it, but you have to let me go first. Just tying me here will do nothing." can not do this."
"It has been more than ten years and there is no solution. Why should we trust you." Jamaj said coldly.
"I can't give any guarantees. After all, I'm not a police expert here. All I can do is tell you. But if I come forward, they will definitely help solve the problem." Amrit vowed.
But after he finished speaking, there was a long and oppressive silence.
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Unable to bear the eerie silence, Amrit asked, "Do you think this is okay?"
Jamaj sighed, stood up, and said, “You are not the first policeman to come here.
Nor is he the first police officer we let go.
We have invited many people here before. The most recent time was when that guy took three hundred thousand rupees from us without any reply. That was four years ago. "
Jamaji said, walked behind a shrine, burned incense religiously, and said while burning incense.
"Those people said exactly the same words to you, as if you were dolls uniformly carved out of some special mold.
Nowadays, we no longer expect to solve the problem through normal channels, because everything that can be done has been done. "
After burning the incense, Jamaji took out a small but sharp razor from the shrine and walked slowly to Amrit.
Her companion stepped forward, skillfully held Amrit's shoulders, pulled him up, and leaned against a pillar nearby. They tied him up with ropes and grabbed his waistband.
“Amrit!
When her sister Nita saw this, she could no longer bear the fear and screamed: "You monsters, hermaphrodites, dirty perverts, what are you going to do to him!" ? "
But with the scream, Nita was also pulled up and leaned against the pillar hard.
"I won't let you go! I won't let you go!" Nita struggled desperately and cried with tears: "As long as you let me leave here, I will have you all tied to pillars and whipped for a thousand times. Times, ten thousand times, no one of you can escape!"
"This is your sincerity, isn't it? This is your true attitude, that's why you are indifferent to our request." Jamaj said.
“Nita!
"
Amrit shouted, dripping with cold sweat, trying to stop his sister from adding fuel to the fire.
But then, he also let out a scream of fear.
It turned out that Hejira who was standing beside him suddenly pulled off his pants.
Amrit trembled, "You... what are you going to do?"
"I think it's time for you to experience Hijra's curse."
After saying that, Jamaj handed the razor in his hand to Hijra beside him and said calmly: "Take his high."
The hijra took the razor tremblingly, his eyes widened, and he did not dare to move.
Amrit couldn't stop trembling after hearing this. He said in horror: "You are crazy. You guys are crazy. How dare you treat me and the Mohan family like this? You are crazy."
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Such a crazy unfolding made the eyes of Song Wenbin and Wei Ning on the periphery as wide as bells. Even if there was no one to translate, Song Wenbin could see what these guys were going to do. Good guy, this is more exciting than beheading at Caishikou. If this thing is broadcast, I'm afraid the entire Internet will explode.
Wei Ning was also frightened and asked: "Yan... Do you want to continue filming?"
"Stop filming." Song Wenbin said softly, "Let's go."
Now Song Wenbin can only be glad that Pauly is not here. If this guy were here, he would probably be so excited that he ascended to heaven on the spot. But let alone making a show about this kind of scene, even if it was broadcast by a live broadcast platform, I'm afraid the platform would have to deduct hundreds of thousands of yuan, let alone him who recorded this kind of scene. He couldn't even imagine what would happen.
"Then... we don't care about them?" Weining looked at the struggling Amrit and said softly: "They... after all, they treated us to dinner."
"What do we have to do with them?" Song Wenbin shook his head and whispered: "You will reap melons if you sow melons, and you will reap beans if you sow beans. It is not within our control, so be careful with yourself."
Hearing this, Wei Ning nodded, put away the secret camera pen, and quietly retreated behind Song Wenbin.
However, among the crowd, things changed slightly. Amidst Nita's cries and screams, the hijra was holding a small razor and was too timid to start. The sweat on his forehead flowed to the ground.
Seeing this, Jamaj was dissatisfied and said, "Why are you waiting? Take away his penis."
The hijra holding the razor showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in fear: "Mother..."
Seeing this, Jamaji frowned, so she looked around again. The Hijras who were caught by her eyes lowered their heads one after another, just like the third-rate students in math class who were caught by the teacher before answering the question, embarrassed.
Seeing this, Nita couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and gasped sharply and tremblingly: "Do you dare!? Bastard monster, do you dare!? As long as you dare to hurt a hair of ours, endless revenge is waiting for you!"
"Lord Shiva is upon us..."
Amrit closed his eyes in despair. With such a sister, he already felt that his height no longer belonged to him.
Seeing this, Jamaj's facial muscles twitched a few times, but soon she thought of a solution. She sneered and said: "Didn't we just recruit two new foreign sisters? Let them do the work. It is also a compulsory course for entry into Hijra.”
The Hijra holding the knife was relieved. She was soaked in sweat and almost fainted. She put down the sharp razor gratefully and murmured: "Thank you, mother...thank you, mother..."
Song Wenbin and Wei Ning, who were still retreating, suddenly felt something was wrong, because suddenly, everyone turned their heads and looked at them inexplicably. The two people who were preparing to apply oil on their soles did not dare to move. They looked at each other from the corner of their eyes and could see each other's nervousness and helplessness.
Then, the onlookers dispersed, revealing a passage leading directly to the center of the ceremony.
"Come here, sister."
Jamaj said to the two of them in the middle of the fire.
Song Wenbin almost went crazy, how pitiful he was. He was about to leave, but why did he suddenly call them back? God, why do you torture me like this!
"Come here quickly!" Jamaj ordered.
The two gritted their teeth and walked to Jamaj with heavy steps. Their heads were trembling slightly, not daring to see anyone.
"Sisters, have you learned the most important lesson of Hijra in China?" Jamaj asked.
"No...no..." Weining said sweating.
"The most important and basic ability of a Hijra is to make another man become a Hijra. This is the foundation for the expansion and development of our Hijra group, and the source of everyone's worship and awe. Since we are so destined, then today Let me teach you how to become a true hijra."
With that said, she took the small razor in her hand, handed it to Song Wenbin, and said softly: "Come, go and take away his penis."
Song Wenbin almost collapsed after listening to Weining's translation.
It is simply crazy. This old sister looks strong, but in fact she has more eyes than a sieve. She does not dare to cut off the brahmin's penis, but instead lets a foreigner do it. Good guy, if he really does it, then it will be fine, I'm afraid Headlines all over the world are scheduled for the next day. Even if I can return home this time, I will almost become a first-class protected cultural relic from now on, and I will be permanently banned from going abroad.
