Although there are almost no existing clues, Fang Ze still plans to go to the slums near the Delhi subway station mentioned by old Dong before. With the vision of Athena, he may find some new clues.

After Fang Ze and old Dong said this, old Dong promised to take Fang Ze to the slum near Delhi subway station tomorrow morning, and he would work as an interpreter for Fang Ze.

After receiving the promise of Lao Dong, Fang Ze returned to the bedroom arranged by Lao Dong for him, connected to the network here with the mobile phone he brought, and browsed the local Internet to see if anything special had happened recently.

Most of the Internet in India has two options: English and Hindi. Fang Ze has the ability of a language master, so he has no pressure to read, and quickly brushed a lot of news.

"Hey, this news." When Fang Ze glanced, he found an inconspicuous news in the corner of Delhi's news website, saying that Delhi police attacked a criminal gang specializing in making fake drugs last week and arrested three members of the gang. And they have also launched a hunt for the remaining members who escaped.

I little interesting.

Fang Ze opened his Notepad, recorded the brief content of the news, and then paid close attention to the time of the news.

It is only one day slower than the time when sister fan Xuejie disappeared in New Delhi.

It seems that there is no connection, but Fang Ze still feels that there may be a story between the two by intuition. After all, there are not many drug selling gangs in New Delhi.

The next morning, Lao Dong prepared two kinds of breakfast for Fang Ze. One was Indian food full of curry and paste into a ball, and the other was several pieces of bread and milk.

"You can try the special cuisine of India first." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "if you are not used to eating, you can eat bread."

Fang Ze smelled the thick curry smell floating from the plate, shook his head directly at Lao Dong and said, "I'd better eat bread."

"All right." Lao Dong clapped his hands and motioned for the servant to take the plate down. Then he said to Fang Ze, "India actually has a lot of delicious food, but it's too early now. The chef hasn't come to work yet, so he can only make do with it. When we come back in the evening, I'll ask the chef to cook some meat dishes for you."

"Aren't Indians basically vegetarian? Can they still cook delicious meat dishes?" Fang Ze asked strangely.

"You know, India is a big country with a population similar to that of China, so your impression of Indians being vegetarian is similar to that of foreigners who know kung fu." Lao Dong explained to Fang Ze, "Delhi is the north of India, so people eat more meat. While people in the south of India eat more vegetarians."

Lao Dong pointed to the tableware on the table and said to Fang Ze, "so you don't have to worry that they will let you eat directly with your hands in the north, because the North uses tableware to eat, and most of the south only eats with your hands. And in some places, it's very impolite not to eat with your hands."

"So it is." Fang Ze nodded to show that he knew, and then he asked Lao Dong, "I have heard the name of Indian flying cake before. Where can I buy this in Delhi?"

"You can't buy it anywhere in Delhi." Old Dong shrugged and said, "there is no flying cake in India, only a kind of Bo cake called gapati, and they won't fly around when making Bo cakes."

"So Indian flying cake is not Indian?" Fang Ze was stunned.

"Yes, just like Chongqing chicken pot is not Chongqing's." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "that thing was spread to our country from Singapore, as if it was made by Indian Tamils in Singapore and then spread to other countries. Anyway, India didn't have it before. Now some stores will translate Bo cakes into flying cakes in order to attract foreign tourists. The two methods are completely different."

Fang Ze didn't know where to roast after listening to Lao Dong. It turns out that most of the food in the world cannot be judged by the name alone.

"However, Indian cakes are also very delicious, and bread is also good, so as long as it's not too picky, or in remote areas, you won't hurt your stomach."

Fang Ze hurriedly ate the bread in his mouth while listening to Lao Dong's introduction of Indian food, and then said to Lao Dong, "after eating, let's start now."

Out of the door, I took Lao Dong's car. These people who followed Lao Dong were two Indian servants as usual. They took the car all the way to the lower part of Delhi subway station in India.

The tracks of Delhi subway station are a bit like those of Jinling subway. Many tracks are overhead over land. And unlike the Jinling subway track, which is still clean below, under the Delhi subway track, when Fang Ze got off and looked up, he almost thought he was playing radiation 4: open-air garbage dump, dilapidated cars, crumbling shanty towns, and Indian children in simple clothes.

"Is this the slum of India?" Fang Ze turned to look at old Dong and asked.

"No." Old Dong shook his head and said, "there is still a way to go from here to the slums. We have to go a long way."

Lao Dong let an Indian servant look at the car, but Hu He walked forward with another Indian servant and Fang zebu.

As the surrounding environment became more and more desolate, even Fang Ze, who had super abilities to rely on, couldn't help feeling a little flustered. He turned to ask Lao Dong, "there's no danger here."

"Don't worry." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "as long as you don't come here in the middle of the night, it's generally no problem. There is no underworld in India, so you can rest assured."

"Didn't you say Delhi is very chaotic? Why is there no underworld in such a chaotic place?"

"First, Indians are not martial under the influence of Hinduism. Second, as mentioned earlier, all surnames despise each other, so it is difficult for people at the bottom to connect and establish any influential organizations. Third, because this is India, and all kinds of religions are the most popular form of organization in India, and their local power is greater than that of the government."

Lao Dong didn't go far, but he began to breathe heavily, but he explained in detail for Fang Ze, "have you seen the news of the riots in India before? The Indian government wanted to try a religious master, which led to a large-scale riot. So, in this case, you think there can be a triad to develop. Who do they ask to collect protection fees, and religious taxes are not enough."

After listening to Lao Dong's words, Fang Ze wanted to say that in fact, there is no underworld, but a different form. This situation exists in all countries. On the contrary, underworld, which honestly admits that it is a underworld like neon, has become a rare animal.

"Here we are." Old Dong pointed in front of him and said, "this is a slum."

Fang Ze looked in the direction of old Dong's fingers, and then he understood why old Dong didn't drive over just now, because it was completely composed of low shanty houses. Many passages were only two people wide, and there were all kinds of sundries under them, not to mention cars, which was troublesome even for people to walk.

The four of Fang Ze walked slowly into the slum. The arrival of the four strangers soon attracted a large number of Indians living in the slums. The four people didn't take a few steps and were surrounded like monkeys.

These onlookers were mainly men and children, and few women were seen.

Seeing so many people gathered around, Lao Dong's two Indian servants immediately shouted at the group, frightening most people to make way for Fang Ze and they only dared to look at them from a distance.

"Will it be all right?" Fang Ze asked old Dong, "if you are so fierce in someone else's territory, will you be besieged?"

"If they had the courage, they would not be Indians." Old Dong said to Fang Ze, "as long as religion is not involved, people here have no courage to fight against people of high caste."

Old Dong said, seeing two tall thin men who looked very greasy sitting on a broken box looking at the four of them, he immediately shouted in Hindi, "come here, you two."

The two men were shouted by old Dong, and they were a little overwhelmed. They were stunned for a long time before they came over.

After seeing the two men coming, Lao Dong took out a few rupees from his pocket and waved them as he said, "we need to ask you some questions. If we can answer them, all these rupees will be yours."

Two Indian men saw the rupee in Lao Dong's hand, immediately nodded like mashing garlic, and said to Lao Dong in Hindi with a serious accent, just ask.

Old Dong turned to look at Fang Ze and said, "I just observed that these two people still didn't leave after being drunk and scolded, so I should have some courage and have a high status here. If you have any questions, you can ask me. I'll be your interpreter."

After listening to the old Dong's words, Fang Ze turned on Athena's vision and said to the old Dong, "first ask them if there have been foreigners with two men and one woman here recently."

"OK." After hearing Fang Ze's words, Lao Dong immediately asked the two Indians in Hindi. After hearing Lao Dong's words, the two Indians looked at each other, and then replied in Hindi, "not to mention recently, no foreigners have come here for at least half a year. Because foreigners will take photos after they come, so we are very impressed and can't remember wrong."

The answers of the two Indians were judged to be true under the observation of the Athena vision of Fangze. That is to say, Fan Jing and the three of them have never been to this slum. Fang zegang was still wondering if it was Fan Jing who they met near the slum, when he heard Lao Dong translate to him what the two Indians had just said in Chinese.

"The two Indians said that a female foreigner and two male foreigners did come here last week. But they came here and left with another group soon after. They didn't know who the group was and didn't look like locals."

Hearing Lao Dong's translation, Fang Ze, who was about to tell Lao Dong to go nearby to see if there were any other clues, suddenly solidified his eyes.

Lao Dong, he lied.

Fang Ze instantly looked at the hard-working old Dong, and his heart suddenly sank.

Since he came to New Delhi and saw Lao Dong, he pretended not to know English and Hindi, not because he suspected Lao Dong at the beginning, but because he wanted to see if he could catch any fish in this way.

This is what he thought of when he watched an American video producer. The American video producer is a white man, but he speaks Chinese very well. He is keen on making videos and wants Chinese netizens to introduce the real United States.

Because his introduction generally contains a lot of roast, when he recorded the video on site, he used Chinese that Americans can't understand for all kinds of roast.

So as long as he has a smile on his face, those Americans who have been filmed will not think that the video producer is crazy about them, but also think that he is praising them.

Similarly, if a person is sure that the other party can't understand what he said, he won't deliberately cover it up and will say a lot of truth.

Now, Lao Dong's truth has not been heard, and his translation of changing the meaning directly has completely leaked himself.

Why did Lao Dong translate like this? The purpose is quite clear. It is to mislead Fang Ze and make Fang Ze think that Fan Jing and his colleagues have been here before, and will not consider other places.

Then, if you think from this point of view, Lao Dong, this person, simply knows where Fan Jing and her family went before they disappeared. Not only that, Fan Jing's disappearance also has a lot to do with old Dong, otherwise he wouldn't have misled Fang Ze so much!

"Do you want to ask a few more people?" Old Dong didn't know that he had leaked at this time. He looked up at Fang Ze with an expression of urgency to help.

"No." Fang Ze shook his head and said to old Dong, "I think Fan Jing and her colleagues probably have not only come to the slums here, but also to other places around us. Maybe we can find some clues."

"The problem is, there is no other place here except this slum." Lao Dong explained to Fang Ze.

Fang Ze ignored Lao Dong and directly took out his mobile phone for map query.

Although there are certainly not as many places on the map as in China, some important places have been marked out.

Fang Ze looked at the map and found that there was really no other place here except slums.

however.

Fang Ze expanded the map and looked again. Less than half an hour away from the slum, there seemed to be a hotel, which was built not far from the platform of the station.

"Can you understand what is written on it?" Seeing Fang Ze standing looking at the map, Lao Dong came up to him and said, "do you want me to translate for you?"

"It's all right. I just look around." Fang Ze put away his mobile phone and said to Lao Dong, "why am I suddenly a little hungry? This bread is not enough. Is there a place to eat? Take me to have a meal."

"This is no problem." Old Dong nodded and said, "we can take the subway to the next city to eat, and then slowly find someone after we are full."

"Please."

"No trouble, no trouble." Lao Dong said with a hypocritical smile on his face.