Early in the morning, Sanjay and Sonamu, who maintained their attire from yesterday, walked hand in hand in Matan Park, and Babur hung not far behind him in a suit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is that castle where we're going to live forever?" Sonam asked, pointing to the stone castle in the distance.

Sanjay recalled the palace information he had seen, and pretended to show off to Sonam as if he had been there.

"It was just the former royal palace, which was given to the local self-government as a city government office building during the revolution a few decades ago. Our home was a modern castle at the time. The cement castle with four floors in the middle, although it does not occupy a large area, is more than five meters high, and the interior is decorated with exquisite frescoes and inlaid with a large number of precious stones. Walk out of the castle surrounded on all sides by crystal clear artificial pools, four long wooden bridges spanning the four pools, and two concrete roads ensure that cars can quickly get their owners to the door. What do you think? It's a nice place. “

Glancing at Sanjay with a look of disgust, Sonam stared up at Sanjay's face with the look of knowing everything I did. "It turns out that you still have the ability to lie, not to make drafts, and not to blush. Don't forget, I grew up with you, and you've never had a chance to come to Kolkata since you can remember. Hum! “

Sanjay, who was slightly embarrassed, pretended that nothing had happened and said, "Let's go and see somewhere else." Babur, what are the next unique attractions? “

So, in the morning, the three of them visited the Kolkata Zoo near Matan Park. Under the privilege, Sanjay and Sonam were able to get up close and personal with the white Bengal tiger, ravaging the soft fur of the adult tiger that Babur was scared more than a cat, and Sanjay decided to get him a new white tiger skin to play with when he returned.

Looking at the pitiful appearance of the Bengal tiger, Sonam suddenly scolded Sister Sang with enthusiasm. "Stop, you're going too far."

"Cut, as if it wasn't you who said you wanted to see the Bengal tiger up close. The staff worked tirelessly to wash this big guy clean, dry it and send it to you and me to watch, and even cleaned up all the idle people, not reaching out to touch it and wasting the kindness of the staff. As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Sonam's slender fingers and pressed them against the fur behind the tiger's neck.

An hour later, Sonam, who had enough, was dragged by Sanjay, who had long been impatient, into a bulletproof jeep driven by Babur.

On the way to the next attraction, Sonam repeatedly asked Sanjay to promise that when the two of them stabilized in the future, he would have a live Bengal tiger at home. Sanjay, who only wants a tiger skin, is noncommittal about this. When he arrived at Babur, who was driving, he was scared into a cold sweat.

If the prince really agreed to this request, wouldn't he have to use the mana twenty-four hours to deter the Bengal tiger, this terrible thought frightened him into driving the car in a figure-of-eight.

Sanjay, who was sitting in the back row, felt that none of his assistants were reliable.

By the afternoon, the three of them had eaten a simple and luxurious lunch and began to visit the Digmube Temple. With the help of local Jain monks, Babur confirmed that the prince's faith was more inclined to Jain teachings. This was not a good thing for Babur, the Brahmin priest, but the few Jain monks who had come to help were excited.

Two young couples who had been playing for a day at night deliberately did not go home together in order to look like a couple living together out of wedlock. Sonam first went to Schweita's house and chatted with Schveta, a female lawyer in her twenties.

Pushing Sonam away, Sanjay took time out to listen to Babur's debriefing. "Now that you've identified the landlord you are looking for, the taxi company you work for, take a screenshot of their surveillance footage for me. I'd also like to hear the interview conversation from the office Inner Ganesh and don't mess it up. “

Babur did not directly agree, but asked rhetorically, "Why are you so concerned about this Ganesh?" He's just a hooligan. “

Sanjay slapped Babur in the face again. "Am I your butler?"

Babur immediately straightened up and replied flatly, "Of course not." “

"Your duty is to do my bidding, and to carry out my requests, understand?"

"Understood." A plain programmatic answer.

"I'll explain it once this time, and I'll not take it as an example."

Sanjay, who sat back on the couch, said such a tsundere sentence in his mouth.

"This man, nicknamed Vidaram, not only has the physical strength of a warrior in ancient times, but most importantly, he is already a docile war horse with the reins attached. Such a person is best suited to be a bodyguard and driver when I want to hide my identity, isn't it? No less important than you, a brahmin who can only deal with non-humans. You did a very good job of intimidating the Bengal tiger today, I was already so provocative of that big worm that you could still make it behave like a sick cat. “

Babur, who had thought that his investigation report could be handed in during the day, began to consider the possibility that the prince had been eroded by a mysterious sect in a certain country in the east, after all, the prince had just called the tiger a big worm, which was obviously not in line with the experience of the prince who had never been exposed to Sinology.

Thoughts often move much faster than reality, and Babur said almost without pause: "Understood, it's me Meng Lang." This sentence is used to prob, it is really difficult for Babur, who has never studied Sinology, to say it immediately and naturally.

Sonam, who had returned home just before dinner, brought the news that Sveta was going to the court the day after tomorrow to defend her client. Already worried about how he could not arouse the suspicion of the smiling tiger of Ganesh, Sanjay approached him naturally and reasonably, and proposed to go to the auditorium together when the time came.

After playing for two days, Sanjay, who had almost played all the main features, dragged Sonam, who wanted to escape, and spent a day in his new home without shame.

After dinner, Sanjay and Sonam sat together on the couch and watched the edited footage of the Ganesh interview.

The opening scene is a middle-aged woman in a yellow sare, serving like a slave to a young male Vaishya wearing a blue cami around a thin white scarf. The strangest thing is that from the words, this woman with more white skin is the man's mother-in-law.

Seeing this, Sonam couldn't help but laugh. joked to her husband who was sitting next to her: "Where did you find a screenwriter, and I don't say how reliable the editor is." “

He didn't answer directly, but just motioned for Sonam to continue reading, and then the taxi company owner's subversive 3D interpretation amused Sonam again.

"3D turned out to be driving, discipline and integrity, this screenwriter is so talented." Sanjay responded to this kind of self-talk that no one expected to respond, and he took his wife's right hand and moved it up and shook it hard.

In the video, with an innocent smile on his face, Ganesh asks the taxi owner the question Sonam wants to ask the most: "Why are you wearing women's clothes?" And then it was over.

When the video was over, and Sonam's laughter had not stopped, Sanjay, who had long been reluctant to just admire the pleasing smile, rushed into the bathroom like a soldier who heard the call to get up.