Good guy, Song Wenbin has never seen such a fast police speed, as if this police officer has been waiting for him to have an accident.

However, there are police officers who are willing to come, and Song Wenbin is very happy in his heart, after all, his car overturned.

He pointed to the little R on the ground and said, "Can you help, officer?" ”

The other party was indifferent.

Song Wenbin said in half-baked English: "Help me, sir." ”

Obviously, the sir didn't come to help, he couldn't help but take out a shiny bracelet, handcuff Song Wenbin's hand, and said, "You have to come with me." ”

He may speak Hindi or English, but Song Wenbin doesn't understand it at all, and he doesn't understand why he was handcuffed at all.

"What is this?"

He asked, confused.

The other party obviously did not understand Chinese, and stood in front of him talking 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 Bowley wished that he would be handcuffed into the bureau immediately, so that he could shoot something different, and even Wei Ning wanted to rush out of Highax and was pulled back.

Bastard!

Thinking of his salary of 50,000 a month, Song Wenbin resisted the urge to stuff Baoli headfirst into the Ganges, and silently allowed the police to handcuff him.

The Indian policeman handcuffed him and started talking on the phone, and soon a police car came up on the street. Two more policemen walked out of the police car, and after they glanced at the white cow next to them, they pointed at Song Wenbin and said a few words, and then pushed him into the police car.

Song Wenbin sat in the car with a confused face and said, "What should I do with my motorcycle?" ”

No one paid attention to him, and no one knew what he was talking about.

The police car sped all the way to a police station not far away. It is said to be a police station, but it is actually an old courtyard that is overcrowded, with many iron fences in the yard and a smell of feces and urine at the door.

Song Wenbin didn't expect to be handcuffed on the first day he came to India, and the effect of this show is really no one.

One of the two policemen grabbed Song Wenbin by one arm and led him into the yard.

There were many ragged people standing against the walls in the courtyard, and every now and then a gray-clad officer would take out a baton and give a blow or two on the scrawny ones. Song Wenbin was shocked to see this scene, and he was worried that he would be beaten inexplicably.

Although he didn't do anything unfortunate, after all, this is India, and nothing can be inferred from common sense.

However, the two police officers next to him did not let Song Wenbin think about it, but took him to a small room in the back and let him sit at a table.

Across the table sat a half-bald old man with glasses, and after communicating with the policeman who had brought Song Wenbin here, he immediately chattered with Song Wenbin.

Song Wenbin still didn't know what the other party was talking about, so he could only point to his ears loudly, saying that he didn't understand.

The two of them were across the table for a long time, and finally the bald officer took out a few papers. Song Wenbin realized that he was asking for documents, and he picked up his bag with some difficulty, took out a few visas in it, and handed them to the police officer opposite.

After the policeman flipped through the visa for a while, his face gradually became a little solemn, he got up and untied Song Wenbin's handcuffs, and said a few words to him.

Song Wenbin still didn't understand, so the man picked up an old landline on the table and made a phone call to go out.

After a while, a middle-aged man came in from outside the door, and compared to those brown-skinned Indians, this one was a little whiter-skinned, a little taller, and the police uniform he wore was a little neater. The rank symbol on his shoulders is two crossed sabers and a baton, and above it is the Indian national emblem, which looks like a military rank.

The bald officer went over and said a few words to the tall middle-aged man.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man came to Song Wenbin and asked, "Did you collide with the sacred cow?" ”

The question is in English, which sounds much more standard than other people's English, Song Wenbin has already opened the translation software on his mobile phone, he looked at the text that appeared on the translation software, and was stunned.

"Did you ram the sacred cow?" The man asked again.

Song Wenbin thought of the unlucky white cow standing on the street mooing and mooing, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

What is this?

Did Luffy beat up the Draconians in the Chambord Islands and finally attracted the general Yellow Ape?

It's you, India.

"I rammed the sacred cow, and then what?"

Song Wenbin asked the mobile phone, and the mobile phone helped translate.

The Indian policeman glanced at his phone, nodded, and said: "Generally speaking, ramming the sacred cow requires at least one month in prison, plus a fine of 50,000 rupees, but for the sake of you being a foreigner, we only imprison you for three days and impose a fine of 5,000 rupees, do you have any objections?" ”

Song Wenbin: ......

To be honest, he has no objections, he does not want to go against the laws and customs of a foreign country, but ..... This is too unlucky, and I hit a cow well, where is the reason.

It's just that he can accept 5,000 rupees, and he can't bear to be imprisoned for three days.

"Can you pay more and let me go right away?" Song Wenbin couldn't help but ask: "It's really careless to hit the cow." ”

The man stared at Song Wenbin with gray eyes for a while, shook his head, and said, "Three days is already the shortest. ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Song Wenbin by the shoulders and dragged him up, took him out of this small office area, and walked all the way to 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 English western-style building under the green trees, the middle-aged Indian took his arm and led him to an office in the small western-style building, this office was quite large, not only a desk, a filing cabinet, and even a ..... Iron cage, and there is even a plank bed in the iron cage.

After coming 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, if you need to tell me, after three days, I will let you go." ”

"Sir, can't you be accommodating?"

Song Wenbin said in embarrassment.

Although this place didn't look as terrible as he thought, but staying for three days, three days was enough for him to run from Calcutta to Mumbai, and now that he was locked up, he would definitely not be able to catch up with Huo Yu and Sutina, and naturally he didn't have to think about it when he saw Liu Yong.

"Let's just follow the rules, understand."

The officer pushed him into the cage, then closed the iron door and went out with the key.

"I'm ..... I'm convinced!

”

Song Wenbin leaned into the cage and hugged his arms angrily.

But soon, he thought of something again, and quickly took out his mobile phone and opened Dilibili's live broadcast room.

Now it's the afternoon in China, it's only been two days since the last live broadcast, and the heat of the premiere of Mr. D's station has not subsided, and after Song Wenbin opened the live broadcast room, hundreds of people soon gathered over.

The barrage is disgusted with the good afternoon while swiping it.

Song Wenbin raised his mobile phone, looked at his face for the camera, and took pictures of this small cell by the way.

"Brothers, guess where I am?" Song Wenbin asked at the camera.

"Is the teacher tired of playing escape room?"

There was a barrage to ask.

"What are you doing?"

"Why did you run out of the cage and get tired of the teacher?"

"I'm tired of you, teacher, your live broadcast location is weird and chic."

"Brothers, I'm coming to India." Song Wenbin's words were astonishing.

The barrage floated over a bunch of "?"

Then there was a barrage of shock.

"Tired of you, teacher, did you really go back?"

"Mr. Tired, have you agreed to return to the Extraordinary Journey film crew?"

"Did you go to India to shoot on an extraordinary trip?"

But soon there was also a barrage that discovered the problem.

"It's so strange that you're paying attention, I feel like I'm in a cage right now."

"What's this way to play?"

"I'm tired of you, teacher, are you really in India?"

Looking at the piles of questions on the barrage, Song Wenbin didn't sell it, he explained directly: "Brothers, I hit a 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.

"Really?"

"I'm afraid the teacher is not telling a story."

"What the are you going to do, can you still live stream in prison?"

"That person is very good, he didn't confiscate my mobile phone, maybe he saw that I was a foreigner, and he didn't embarrass me too much."

After a pause, Song Wenbin couldn't help but complain: "I'm convinced, brothers, I'm going to be locked up here for three days." It's also thanks to the fact that I'm a foreigner, and they have to be sentenced to more than a month for hitting the cow themselves....."

"Live Squatting, 6"

「6」

"It's a shame that I hate teachers, and I can always appear in places we can't imagine."

At this time, the news of Song Wenbin's second broadcast spread, and some people began to give Song Wenbin gifts.

There was an ID named Huang Crimson who brushed him with more than a dozen confession balloons.

Song Wenbin hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, thank you Huang Crimson for the confession balloon, don't brush the gift for the time being, I'm really in prison now, I don't know if it will be ...... later"

As he spoke, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Song Wenbin hurriedly put his mobile phone aside, and the camera was outward, standing upright on the small table beside him.

As soon as I put my phone away, the door of the office opened again, and it was the middle-aged police officer who had just left, who was holding a few documents and entering the office with a frown. Behind him was a woman with big brown wavy hair, who didn't look very old, wearing a very modern shirt, and was talking excitedly behind the man.

The man seemed impatient with the woman's conversation and kept waving his hand in an attempt to drive her away. But the woman followed him relentlessly, trying to convince him.

After entering the door, the woman quickly noticed Song Wenbin who was locked 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 the sacred cow, I will punish him to be locked up here for three days, so that he can remember it for a long time." ”

"Oh...," the woman muttered, and then she exclaimed, "Amrit you have to stop them, 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, the woman suddenly realized something, she turned her head again, looked at Song Wenbin in the cage, and the more she looked at it, the more wrong it became.

Finally, he walked to the cage and grabbed the iron fence to look him up and down.

Song Wenbin didn't know this strange Indian woman at all, and the other party's eyes made him very uneasy, he raised his hand, curled up in the corner and said, "I don't understand anything you say, leave me alone." ”

The middle-aged man noticed the woman's strange appearance, walked up to her, and asked, "Nita, what's wrong?" ”

The woman pointed to Song Wenbin in the cage, her expression becoming more and more stunned and surprised.

Song Wenbin saw her expression, the corners of his eyes jumped, there is no doubt that although the person has changed, although he is not Chinese anymore, although the language is not comprehensible, but this expression, he has only seen in one kind of person.

“mr. yan！？”

Big Wave was shocked.

Song Wenbin covered his face and fell.

Sutina Cheng doesn't deceive her, can she meet fans even if she is locked up in a cage at an Indian police station?

The woman had already recognized him, she couldn't wait to take out her phone, found a photo, reached straight through the fence, and asked aloud in English.

"Is this you?"

Song Wenbin couldn't speak English, but he recognized the owner of the photo, which was the one he was standing on Cadillac in Seoul, and he quickly shook his head, leaned against the wall, and covered his face to refuse to see anyone.

"Is this you?"

The woman asked again, this time in Chinese.

Although half-baked, it is indeed Chinese.

"You.... Do you know Chinese? Song Wenbin put down his hand in surprise.

"I took Chinese at school, and I plan to study in China in the future. I've seen extraordinary journeys, and this is you. ”

"No, no, no, it's not me, you recognized the wrong person." Song Wenbin denied it.

The woman stared at him for a while, showed a bright smile, and said with a smile: "It's you, I recognize it, you actually came to India, Lord Shiva is above, what about 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 at him young, he is the youngest police chief and deputy chief of the police department in Kolkata. ”

The corners of Song Wenbin's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

Amrit watched in confusion as the woman communicated with the man in the cage and asked in English, "Who is he?" ”

"Brother, have you forgotten? Not long ago, did I recommend you to see that show called Extraordinary Journey? Don't you think this man is a little familiar? Hey, he's the host of that show. Nita Mohan was very excited, and pointed at Song Wenbin in English very quickly.

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, his face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at that moment, he asked Song Wenbin a few words in English, but Song Wenbin couldn't understand.

Nita Mohan on the side was very excited to help translate: "My brother asked you, what about the other two?" ”