Chapter 815 Spy
"spy?"
Several men in uniform appeared in the desert, along with a herdsman in a white robe leading a camel. From their mouths, a scene that had never been imagined emerged.
Gusts of sand wind, accompanied by the rustling of sand and the incredible sound, sounded again.
"I?"
After getting a nod of confirmation, Bifang fell into silence.
I wondered in my mind if I was in too much of a hurry and had gotten dizzy from the sun, but after thinking for a moment I dismissed this ridiculous idea.
It had been five days since we encountered the Saharan silver ants. Just as we were about to leave Algeria, we never expected that such a problem would occur.
Algeria is indeed beautiful, but behind this beauty is also isolation.
Bifang did not expect that the biggest difficulty he faced on this trip was not the harsh natural environment, but the vigilant villagers on the Algerian border.
There are less than a thousand tourists every year, and most of these tourists are concentrated in cities. As for rural areas outside cities, it is almost impossible to have much population movement.
The people in Algeria are basically of the Mediterranean type of the Caucasian race, including Arabs and Berbers. An Asian face like Bifang stands out among them, especially the three drones above his head.
When a young stranger, with a typical foreign face, approached the village, but then immediately moved away after noticing the crowd, carrying what seemed to be a photographic device...
Well, even if Algeria was not closed, Bifang would still feel suspicious.
This was something that was unavoidable. Even though Bifang had been very careful to avoid places where people gathered, sometimes intersections could not be avoided - it was impossible for him to know the location of every small village in Algeria.
Bifang looked up at the herdsman who had followed the police. After a quick search in the forest of memories, he remembered that he had seen this herdsman from a distance before. He never expected that such a misunderstanding would occur.
"Okay, so how can I prove myself?"
Bifang sighed.
…
[It’s over, nothing will happen, right?]
[It should be fine, isn't the live broadcast still on? 】
【Mr. Fang is skilled and courageous, so what is he afraid of?】
[Hahaha, being suspected of being a spy is almost making me laugh to death. Is there anyone who doesn't know Lao Fang's name these days? ]
[I still remember that when Fang Shen came out of Qaidam, he seemed to be suspected (dog head), but that time was in China, and we were all on the same side, so nothing serious happened]
[This moment is just like that moment]
[A little-known fact: In Algeria, you need a license to watch regular TV. Even using computers, mobile phones and other devices, as well as live streaming on the Internet, requires a license. You can't just go online if you want to. So, theoretically speaking, it's abnormal for ordinary people to know that Lao Fang is not normal.]
【People are stupid】
[Fuck, are we on the same planet? ]
Bifang's experience made the audience worried, but perhaps because he was taken away by official organizations, he was relatively safe, so most people kept complaining.
After all, it is incredible to think that he was taken away because he was suspected of being a spy, especially when Bifang is so famous. Perhaps such a thing can only happen in these special countries.
[However, how can there be a country that does not welcome people to travel?]
[If we want to talk about the reasons, it is actually cultural reasons, plus some economic reasons. Algeria is particularly rich in oil and gas resources. Oil ranks 15th in the world and natural gas ranks 10th in the world. These two account for more than 97% of the country's total exports and are also the mainstay of the economy.]
[So unlike Morocco and other countries, they don’t need tourism economy, and their culture is also relatively resistant, so naturally there is no publicity. ]
[Lao Fang is good at negotiation. He was suspected of being a spy, but he didn't even turn off the live broadcast.]
Why didn’t they shut down the live broadcast even though they were suspected of being spies? Of course, it was because of Bifang’s excellent “communication” technology.
As a regular anchor, Bifang naturally had complete credentials, and he showed them as soon as he was suspected. He then explained the reason and purpose of his arrival, and why he was wandering around some villages.
Of course, the most important thing is that Bifang speaks extremely fluent French and Arabic.
Europe’s “backyard”.
This word can be seen as a positive word, praising Algeria's environment, or as a negative word, representing the shame of being a former French colony.
Because of the colonization, there are two common languages here, French and Arabic.
Coincidentally, Bifang can do both.
Algerian women rarely show their faces in public, and most of the people you see on the streets are "old Algerian" uncles.
In recent years, China has cooperated with local governments on many infrastructure and energy projects. When faced with Asian faces, most of the "old men" will still politely say "hello", but when you want to chat, you find that most of them stutter in English and it's impossible to have a conversation.
But once you overcome the language barrier and integrate into the Arabic or French-speaking circle, Algerians will change their temperament drastically. They will suddenly chat with you about everything, and if you have a good time, they will even invite you to a blind date.
This kind of polar relationship, either strangers or very familiar people, is basically universal.
Most Chinese people will also feel friendly and proud when they see foreigners who can speak Chinese fluently.
It's just that this is more blatant and obvious in Algeria.
People here have very different bloodlines and skin colors, but racial discrimination is almost non-existent.
They generally believe that people who speak the same language and live in the same area are all one of them.
The boundaries between people are as narrow as the gaps between houses. People like to invite guests to their homes when doing business, and at weddings, guests from two families will have a singing duel if they have a disagreement.
As long as you speak the same language, there are no outsiders, we are all one family.
The other party had originally come with the intention of being responsible rather than finding fault, and after Bifang showed his relevant documents and successfully used words to create a sense of familiarity, he agreed to Bifang's request not to turn off the live broadcast.
But it is not an unconditional agreement. Before everything is confirmed, the live broadcast camera must be facing the ground and no one else can be allowed to film.
Bifang had no objection, but the live broadcast room was not so peaceful because they found out something else.
Fang Shen can actually speak Arabic!!!
[Which door is this, which door is this!!!]
[How many languages does Lao Fang speak? ? ? ]
[I always thought that people who are proficient in eight languages only appear in movies... It turns out that Lao Fang has taught me how to be a good person]
[In fact, there is a characteristic of learning languages. When a person can speak more than three languages, he is likely to be able to speak the fifth, sixth, and seventh languages (dog head)]
[Fang Shen has learned five or six subjects , really awesome, and he is also a language genius]
[How on earth did Fang Shen do it? He is so young, but he seems to know everything... I am really envious. If I had a quarter of his ability, I wouldn't still be working in an office.]
Bifang didn't want to reveal so much at first. After all, what he knew was scary enough.
However, compared to French, Arabic does make the locals more relaxed and easier to deal with.
Seeing the other party so cooperative, the police felt relieved and thought that this might really be just a misunderstanding. One of the leaders raised his eyebrows, and the herder next to him understood and stepped forward to lead Alpha.
"etc!"
But the two sides were too close, and before Bifang could remind him, the herdsman had already pulled the reins!
Bifang always remembers that Alpha is not an ordinary camel, it is a wild camel that has been domesticated!
The total time was only a month, so naturally nothing would happen under his control. Bifang was both a captor and a tamer, and had already left a strong and inviolable impression in the camel's mind. But if it was under the control of someone else, there was no guarantee that something dangerous might happen!
Although Bifang remembered this, he did not expect the other party to come and lead the camel. He did not hold the reins tightly in his hands, and they slipped out of his hands when the other party grabbed them.
The most worried situation really happened. Almost at the moment when the shepherd grabbed the reins, Alpha suddenly snorted and then suddenly raised his front hooves.
A giant beast weighing more than half a ton is already very oppressive. When it raised its front hooves, the herdsmen were frightened to such an extent that they could not move and stood stiff in place.
Fortunately, Bifang reacted quickly enough. He pushed off the ground with his legs, rushed forward quickly, grabbed the herdsman and rolled to the side. Then he quickly got up from the ground, jumped to grab the flying reins in the air, pulled Alpha back to the ground, and shouted.
"Sit down, sit down!"
Bifang pulled the reins hard, forcing Alpha to sit on the ground and suppressing the signs of rebellion.
At this moment, the police next to him had just drawn their weapons. Bifang shouted loudly: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's okay, it's okay."
When the police saw that the camel had sat down, it seemed that they were really safe, so they did not actually draw their weapons. However, the relaxed atmosphere just now completely disappeared, and the scene became tense again.
Bifang even discovered that several of the policemen who had been very close to him just now were now three or four meters away, and it was obvious that they had also been frightened.
At such a close distance, no matter what kind of gun you use, it won't work.
"Oh my God, what's going on with this camel?"
The herdsman nearby climbed up from the ground with lingering fear, holding his hat, his face showing fear and his legs trembling.
If Bifang had not reacted quickly and pushed him out the moment the camel raised its front hooves, he might have fallen under the camel's hooves.
A half-ton camel is no joke, and a collapsed chest is inevitable.
The herdsmen had seen many camels, but this was the first time they had seen one that would jump up as soon as the reins were pulled.
When a giant beast with a head as big as a human chest suddenly rises up, no matter whether it is a herbivore or a carnivore, the oppressive force it exerts on humans is considerable.
That kind of momentum could easily make a normal person's legs go limp.
That is why every time a giant beast is subdued, no matter how easy or difficult it is, it always arouses excitement among a large number of spectators.
Facing the herdsmen's horrified eyes, Bifang felt a little apologetic. This was also due to his lack of consideration.
A month ago, Alpha, who was still a wild camel, did obey his orders, but he would never be so convinced when facing other people. If another two or three months passed, perhaps there would be no such problem.
"What's going on?"
"Alpha is a wild camel I caught near Mali. We've only been together for less than a month. If someone else were to pull the reins, maybe he wouldn't be as obedient as me?"
"Wild camels? Are you kidding me? Or do you think we are idiots?" A police officer asked in an aggressive tone, pointing his finger at Bifang. It was obvious that he was a little angry because he had just been frightened. Words alone were no longer enough to bring them closer.
Bifang shrugged. He couldn't produce any evidence unless the other party took out his phone to watch the live broadcast, but that seemed unlikely.
It is doubtful whether normal mobile phones have signal here.
The leading police officer pointed at his subordinate's rudeness, looked at Bifang, and glanced at the kneeling Alpha: "Alpha, is that its name?"
"Yes."
"Then could you please take Alpha with you and go with us? If you behave abnormally during the journey, don't blame us for taking necessary measures."
"Of course, but I still hope that this will be over as soon as possible."
"If it's really okay, then yes."
…
A few hours later.
Following the police officer, Bifang walked from the desert into the city. As someone who was coming here for the first time, curiosity was inevitably revealed in his eyes.
Without the impact of large numbers of tourists, entering Algeria alone is more like sneaking into an autistic society.
No matter which town you arrive in, the buildings are filled with the unfiltered atmosphere of the local people's life.
The residential areas here seem to have the ability to stop time. For example, the dilapidated French buildings in Algiers have not changed their residents for decades.
Oil is as cheap as water here, and Algeria has a good welfare system. Although the class stratification is serious, ordinary unemployed people can barely live comfortably by receiving the minimum living allowance.
Although the houses are old and the living conditions are not advanced, since faith is above all else, Algerians are willing to give up the pursuit of rapid development and continue to live a leisurely traditional slow life.
Just by looking at these houses, you can tell that it is unlikely for an outsider to visit the community alone.
Imagine shabby walls with rusty iron windows, thick wires wrapped around clothes drying racks, faded childish graffiti on the walls, and a group of bearded old men smoking and chatting next door.
If you put yourself in the movie scene, you will feel that something bad is about to happen.
Without a local guide, tourists will feel like they have entered a maze with incomprehensible street signs as soon as they enter the neighborhood. While running around, they may be suspected of peeping into other people's houses.
The foreign-looking Bifang, who was led by the police, was cast at more than once by the people on the roadside, all of whom were full of suspicion.
Eventually Bifang was taken to the local police station.
At the police station, Bifang was undoubtedly questioned by multiple groups of police officers, and his passport was taken away by the police for verification.
"Would you like some tea? Or food?"
One of the policemen who initially took Bifang away sat next to Bifang. He was the leader who stopped his men from speaking rudely.
He handed over a small tray with a few desserts and a cup of mint tea.
The desserts were average, but the tea drinks were special.
Almost half of the teacup was filled with foamy "mousse", and there was a strong smell of wind oil, which refreshed Bifang's mind.
He heard that in Algeria, where alcohol is prohibited, in addition to the steam coffee and Arabic coffee that they loved to drink, the locals would drink mint tea as if it were whiskey.
If it’s not enough, mix it with a little green tea and sugar water, add a few dates, and a drop of soul wind oil.
I didn't expect it to be true.
"Thank you, but no."
"But I see you look thirsty."
The captain looked at Bifang's pale lips and was suspicious.
"If you want me to explain myself, you can think of me as an ascetic."
"Like the people of Yingdu?"
"Like the people of Yingdu." Bifang nodded .
“All materials for this journey must be collected by my own hands, and all tools must be made by my own hands.”
"I think I understand why you want to tame a wild camel."
