In the dark crypt, Amrit was tied to a pillar, breathing heavily in fear. Nita was in the midst of a dizziness caused by large fluctuations in adrenaline, and her whole body was trembling.
Song Wenbin looked at the small razor in his hand and felt a little dizzy. Counting India, he had already visited seven countries. He felt that even if he went to seven more countries, he would never encounter such a ridiculous situation again.
The dozens of hijras present silently looked forward to the new sister from abroad, hoping that she would be able to do what they did not dare to do.
But it was impossible for Song Wenbin to do this kind of thing. This kind of behavior of seeking superiority without protection measures, let alone him, even the most skilled master of purification in the Ming Dynasty would not dare to do this randomly.
"Do you think we dare not do it?"
Jamaj said to Nita: "Yes, maybe we are afraid of you, but we also have Hijra friends from abroad, and they are not afraid of you."
When Nita heard this, her breathing trembled again. The crazy encounter had almost made her lose the ability to think rationally. She stuttered and said to Song Wenbin, who had her head lowered: "Hey...Hijra, I advise you not to mess around. Ah, if you still want to survive on this land..."
Song Wenbin remained motionless. He couldn't understand Nita's words, but he could tell from her tone that the other party roughly meant something.
"Come on, it's okay, sister."
Jamaj was still comforting him, "This is a normal thing. You also hope to become a real hijra, don't you?"
Song Wenbin looked at Jia Maji and saw a trace of nervousness in her eyes, and sighed inwardly. Thinking about it, the mother of Hijra didn't really want to take away Amrit's height. She might not be so courageous, because it would do her almost no good. This sudden action, in Song Dynasty, In Wenbin's eyes, it was more like a threat, a helpless coercion.
However, this put him on fire.
"Hahaha…"
Seeing that Song Wenbin didn't move, Nita gasped and laughed, and said nervously: "Hijra...you dare to lie to me...huh? Where do you have foreign friends from? What kind of stinky shit can you know?" Foreigners...huh? You think I will believe you and let us go soon... Maybe I will give you a few years less sentence for the sake of your understanding..."
Jamaj clenched her fists, and she tore off the cloth on Song Wenbin's head with hatred, and said sternly: "I'm blinding you! This skin color, this face, what are you not a foreigner!?"
Song Wenbin was about to cry but had no tears. He lowered his head in despair, saying nothing and not looking at Nita. What happened at this moment has exceeded his entire understanding of life in twenty-six years. Now he could only stay still, praying that he could get away by pretending to be dead.
But... apparently, his hair style, his build, the shape of his head, just like Nita instantly recognized him in the jail in Calcutta, after experiencing the cow snow festival in Kurapapara, she was just afraid of him Turning into ashes, even this Indian fan could recognize him in an instant.
With great consternation and disbelief, Nita Mohan shouted that word.
"y...yan...????"
Everything that happened at this moment was so real and unreal, even beyond her imagination and her cognitive scope.
Amrit, who was beside him, was also stunned. After hearing his sister's cry, he also recognized this man with his head lowered, desperate, ashamed and helpless.
It's unbelievable. The last time I saw him, he was a male, and this time he turned into a Hijra. There are also two big bulges on this guy's chest. Are you serious?
"y...yan...???"
Nita gave another shuddering cry.
Even she herself couldn't tell how much of the cry was anger and how much was happiness.
Song Wenbin knew that he could no longer hide, so he could only raise his head and look at the brothers and sisters of the Mohan family, showing a smile that was uglier than crying: "Hello, Amrit, hello, Nita... Long time no see... uh... I mean, a few hours..."
Jamaj next to her was also stunned. The development of the matter was obviously beyond her imagination. The foreign hijra she saved casually seemed to know the man and woman in front of her...
"yan!
! "
Nita cried out in pain at this moment.
Obviously, she was reduced to this situation because of the existence of this hateful man in front of her.
If it hadn't been for him, she would never have come to Chhattisgarh, she would never have met these hijras, and she would never have been caught with Amrit in this abominable place and suffered such huge humiliation.
She was so angry that she struggled wildly and shouted over and over: "Yan!"
Yan!
Yan!
Yan!
I hate you!
I hate you!
"
The cry was like Du Juan crying for blood, and no more than three people present could understand it.
But those who didn't know about the complex and extreme emotions thought that Song Wenbin had made her pregnant, exerted mental control on her, and finally abandoned her cruelly.
Because the screams were so shrill, the group of hijra even looked at Nita with sympathetic eyes.
Even Weining on the side looked gloomy and dull, like a walking corpse that had lost all its vitality and soul.
Even though he was still wearing a headscarf, and even though no one cared about him, just standing next to Song Wenbin, he could feel the unparalleled huge embarrassment. In the face of that kind of embarrassment, even his soul would flee. He simply couldn't imagine it. , at this moment, Yan is experiencing what kind of social death.
"Miss Nita, you...be sensible." Song Wenbin said in embarrassment.
"How do you want me to be rational?
"
Nita cried frantically.
"How do you want me to be rational?
"
She shouted with a distorted face: "Look what kind of situation you have put me in!
You have brought disgrace to my family!
You...you let me be...by this group of...!
"
When she thought of something, she suddenly turned her head, looked at Jamaj with blood-red eyes, and screamed: "You have been deceived by him!
You were deceived by him!
He is not a hijra at all!
He is a completely normal man!
A big liar!
A great liar!
"
Song Wenbin covered his face in despair.
To be honest, even without Wei Ning translating, he knew what Nita was howling.
"Yanzi...you are not Hijra?" Jamaj said in shock.
"No, no, no, I am Hijra." Song Wenbin said.
Because the sentence was so simple, he even said it in English: "yes, im haijila!"
"No! You're not!
screamed Nita.
"I am." Song Wenbin looked at Wei Ning and said, "People in China call me the last eunuch of the 21st century. If I am not a Hijra, who else is a Hijra?"
Wei Ning sweated and Huang Dou smiled and cried and helped Song Wenbin translate this sentence.
But it was obvious that Jamaji did not believe what he said. She said: "This is the Mata temple of our Hijra. Apart from these outsiders who are being judged, only Hijra can come in. If you are not a Hijra, I cannot treat Mata." Mother Goddesses."
"I really am Hijra."
Song Wenbin said firmly: "24k pure Hijra, the Hijra among Hijras, no one in this world is more pure than me."
"you are lying!
lie!
You big liar!
"
Nita immediately denied: "Do you think you can get away with it by wearing women's clothes? Let me tell you, you will never lie to me again this time, or to anyone else in this land."
"I didn't lie, please believe me." Song Wenbin said sincerely to Jamaj.
Jamaj couldn't be fooled. She felt that Nita had not lied, but the eyes of the sister in front of her were so sincere.
Finally, she made a decision, raised her hands, and said: "This is a serious question, but it is also a question that is easy to prove. If you want to prove that you are a hijra, it is very simple."
Um?
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present became curious.
Jamaj pushed Song Wenbin in front of the screaming Nita and said: "Go, touch her body, don't pull down every inch. If you don't respond, then we can be sure that you are a real hijra .”
All the Hijras suddenly realized this, and immediately started whispering and nodding their heads.
Nita's excitement froze on her face, and Amrit beside her almost fainted. He yelled: "Is this kind of thing important!? Aren't you looking for some missing child? Why do you care about this? Is this guy some hijra!?"
"can you do it?"
Jamaji asked Amrit coldly.
Amrit almost choked to death at these words.
Jamaj smiled contemptuously and said: "If you can't solve any problems, I would rather focus on gender identification. Believe me, this is very important, very, very important."
Song Wenbin was stunned when he heard Jia Maji's words.
He looked at Nita.
Nita also looked at him.
Speechless and choked.
Some kind of invisible energy is throwing this Indian black fan whom he has never met into a boiling crucible at the same time, and no one can escape.
A group of Hijras squatted down, and some even took out a magnifying glass and pointed it at Song Wenbindang carefully, trying to capture the tiniest trace of boki.
Then, Jamaji, the mother of Hijra, reached out unceremoniously, pulled off Nita's clothes, and ordered: "Touch!"
Nita cried again, but this time the cry was no longer as sharp and wild as before, but was replaced by deep humiliation and grievance.
"How could you do this to me...why do you do this to me...why...why..."
She could not imagine why she had fallen into such a situation. Three days ago, she was the daughter of the Mohan family and enjoyed a life of fine clothing and fine food. However, just three days later, she was tied up in a house. On the pillar, he was going through such crazy torture.
"Why..." she cried: "Please... please let me go... Can you please let me go..."
The crying look of Nita made Song Wenbin involuntarily think of Sutina. He felt a little painful and complicated in his heart. In this unpredictable land, would she also be treated like this? Would she also encounter some kind of accident? , that little colleague who has been calling Brother Song, Brother Song, is he safe now?
He glanced at Amrit, who looked extremely painful, and finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh, shook his head, and said, "I won't touch her. Even if I want to prove that I am Hijra, I won't touch her." her."
"What? Don't you want to prove your gender?"
Jamaji asked dangerously: "This is all the reason why we agree with you. If you deceive me, you will deceive all Hijras. Hijras will not tolerate deception, and you will be cursed by all Hijras."
Song Wenbin heard this, but just silently helped the crying Nitara put on her clothes. Then, he said calmly: "You also said just now that if the problem cannot be solved, you would rather focus on gender identification. But I thought, if I could solve a little problem, it would mean you don't have to identify my gender."
Jamaj, the mother of Hijra, was stunned. The crying Nita stopped crying and looked at Song Wenbin with sobs. Under the dim light, this hateful guy in women's clothing inexplicably changed... and became What she looks like in the video...
After watching for a while, Nita couldn't help crying again, but this time she was no longer hoarse, but sobbing silently, with some joy, but also with indescribable sadness and sadness.
"Can you solve the problem?"
Jamaj snorted and doubted: "What problem can you solve?"
"It's a superficial problem, probably." Song Wenbin shrugged and said, "I'm Chinese, and I'm very good at lakes... No, I'm very good at solving problems."
After listening to the translation, Jamaj was still a little hesitant.
Song Wenbin continued: "You don't have to trust the police here, because you gave them a chance, but they didn't take it. But you didn't give me a chance, did you? Give me a chance."
Jamaji stared at Song Wenbin for a while, then hooked her fingers. The Hijras who were squatting on the ground to observe whether Song Wenbin reacted stood up and whispered, "Mother, he didn't react just now."
Jamaj was moved when she heard this. She finally nodded and said, "I have to say, you aroused my curiosity. To be honest, few people can remain calm when facing such a woman. For this reason, I want to believe it. You are a hijra.”
When Nita heard this, she sobbed even more sadly.
"Long live understanding." Song Wenbin said calmly: "Please let them go. They chased me here and have no causal relationship with you. These things have nothing to do with them."
"I can give you a chance, but I recognize this man's uniform." Jamaji pointed at Amrit and said: "He is a policeman, just like those guys who do nothing. And the level is higher than them. If I let go He will bring about his revenge.”
"You know, you know how dare you do this?" Amrit couldn't help but gritted his teeth and asked. At this moment, he was out of anger, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"With ten percent fewer children every year, this community is dying." Jamaj said indifferently: "If you are going to die, what else do you dare to do?"
"Anyone can speak, but you Hijras are not qualified to speak." Amrit scolded in anger, "How many people do you turn into Hijras without the ability to reproduce every year? You don't have to pretend to be compassionate with me! "
Jamaji looked at Amrit coldly, not wanting to defend himself and not wanting to communicate more, which was meaningless.
"Okay, don't say any more."
At this time, Song Wenbin said: "My time is precious, and I don't have time to waste it here, so be it. This woman is his sister, someone he values very much. You keep this sister here and let this man go." As long as you solve your problem, you can return your sister to him, okay?"
Before Jamaji could speak, Amrit couldn't help but ask: "Yan, do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know, Mr. Mohan, if I were you, I would at least wait until I can put on my pants before questioning others." Song Wenbin said.
After hearing the translation, Amrit had no choice but to shut up.
