Chapter 819 Spy

"spy?"

Several men in uniforms appeared on the desert, together with a herdsman wearing a white robe leading a camel. From their mouths, a scene they had never imagined appeared.

The sand wind gusted, accompanied by the rubbing sound of sand, and an incredible sound sounded again.

"I?"

After receiving the nod of confirmation, Bi Fang fell into silence.

In my mind, I wondered if I was rushing too fast and was dizzy from the sun, but after thinking for a while, I gave up this ridiculous idea.

It had been five days since I encountered Saharan silver ants. When I was about to leave Algeria, I never thought that such a problem would happen.

Algeria is indeed beautiful, but behind this beauty is also closedness.

Bi Fang did not expect that the biggest difficulty faced during 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 the rural areas outside the cities, it is almost impossible to have much movement of people.

The race in Algeria is basically Europa-Mediterranean. There are Arabs and Berbers among them. An Asian face like Bifang is really conspicuous among them, especially the three drones above his head.

When a young strange man, with a typical foreign face, looked away from the village, he immediately moved away after spotting the crowd, carrying a suspected photographic device

Well, even if Algeria is not closed, Bifang feels suspicious.

This is something that is unavoidable. Even though Bifang has paid great attention to avoiding places where people gather, sometimes intersections don't just happen - he can't possibly know the location of every small village in Algeria.

Bi Fang raised his head and glanced at the herdsman who followed the police. After a brief search in the forest of memory, he remembered that he had seen this herdsman in the distance before. He did not expect that such a misunderstanding would arise. .

"Okay, so how do I prove myself?"

Bi Fang sighed.

【It's over, nothing will happen】

[It should be fine. Isn’t the live broadcast turned off yet? 】

[Old Fang, an expert in art, is bold, what should he be afraid of?]

[Hahaha, being suspected of being a spy makes me laugh to death. Is there anyone these days who doesn’t know Lao Fang’s name? 】

[I still remember that when Fang Shen came out of Qaidam, he seemed to be suspected (dog head), but that time he was in China, and we were all our own people, so nothing big happened]

【This moment is as coincident as that time】

[A little trivia: In Algeria, you need a license to watch regular TV. Even using computers, mobile phones and other equipment, as well as online live broadcasts, you also need a license. You can’t just go online if you want. So, in theory, ordinary people know that old people are just unusual】

【People are stupid】

[Holy shit, are we on the same planet? 】

Bi Fang's experience made the audience worried, but perhaps because he was taken away by the official organization, he was somewhat protected, so he complained more.

After all, being taken away because he was suspected of being a spy is unbelievable when you think about it, especially when Bi Fang is already so famous. Perhaps such a thing can only happen in these special countries.

[But how can there be a country that doesn’t welcome people to travel?]

[If we want to talk about the reason, it is actually cultural reasons, coupled with certain 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 items account for more than 97% of the country’s total exports and are also the pillars of the economy]

[So unlike countries like Morocco, they don’t need a tourism economy, and their culture is also relatively resistant, so naturally there is no publicity. 】

[Lao Fang is very good at negotiating. He was suspected of being a spy and the live broadcast was not turned off. 】

The reason why the live broadcast was not turned off even though he was suspected of being a spy was naturally due to Bifang's excellent "communication" skills.

As a regular anchor, Bi Fang naturally had all the documents. He showed them as soon as he was suspected, and 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 is extremely fluent in French and Arabic.

Europe's "back garden".

The word can be seen as a positive word, praising the Algerian environment, or as a derogatory word, as a shame for being a French colony.

Because it was colonized, there are two common languages ​​here, one is French and the other is Arabic.

Coincidentally, Bi Fang knows both.

Algerian women rarely appear in public. Most of the people who can be seen with a positive face on the street are "old men" and uncles.

In recent years, China has cooperated with local people on many infrastructure and energy projects. When faced with Eastern faces, most "old people" would still politely say "hello", but when they tried to chat, they found that most of them spoke English and couldn't talk at all.

But once you cross the language barrier and integrate into Arabic or French circles, the Algerian people's temperament will change drastically. They will suddenly chat with you, and if you have a good time, they will even go on a blind date with you.

This bipolar relationship of strangers or super acquaintances is basically universal.

When most Chinese people see a foreigner who can speak Chinese fluently, they will also feel friendly and will inevitably feel a sense of pride in their hearts.

But this is more explicit and obvious in Algeria.

People here have very different blood and skin colors, but racial discrimination is almost non-existent.

They generally believe that those who speak the same language and live in the same area are all family members.

The boundaries between people are as narrow as the gaps between houses. When discussing business, they like to invite guests to their homes. At weddings, guests from two families will sing a duel if they disagree.

As long as you speak the same language, there are no outsiders, and everyone is family.

The other party originally came with the purpose of being responsible rather than finding fault. After Bifang showed his relevant documents and successfully used language to create a sense of intimacy, he still agreed to Bifang's request not to turn off the live broadcast.

But it was not an unconditional agreement. Before everything was confirmed, the live broadcast camera must be facing the ground and no one else could shoot in.

Bifang had no objection, but the live broadcast room was not so calm because they knew another thing.

Fang Shen can actually speak Arabic!!!

[Which door is it, which door is it!!! ]

[How many languages ​​can Lao Fang speak? ? ? ]

[I always thought that people who are proficient in eight languages ​​only appear in movies. Facts have proved that Lao Fang has taught me how to be a man]

[In fact, there is a characteristic of learning languages. When a person can speak more than three languages, he is likely to know the fifth, sixth, and seventh languages ​​(dog head)]

[Fang Shen has five or six languages, really awesome, another language genius]

[How 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 would not still be working in an office]

Bifang did not want to show so much at first. After all, what he knew was scary enough.

However, compared to French, Arabic is indeed more likely to make the locals relax their vigilance and easier to deal with.

Seeing the other party cooperate so well, the police also felt relieved and thought that this might really be just a misunderstanding. One of the leaders raised his eyebrows, and the herdsmen next to him understood and stepped forward to lead Alpha.

"Wait!"

But the distance between the two sides was too close, and before Bifang reminded him, the herdsmen had already pulled the reins!

Bifang always remembered that Alpha was not an ordinary camel, it was a domesticated wild camel!

The total time was only a month, and there was nothing wrong under his hands. Bifang was both a captor and a tamer, and had long left a strong and inviolable mark in the camel's mind. But if it was under someone else's hands, there was no guarantee that there would be any danger!

Although Bifang remembered this, he did not expect the other party to come to lead the camel. He did not hold the reins tightly in his hand, and he slipped out of his hand when the other party grabbed it.

The most worried situation really happened. Almost at the moment when the herder grabbed the reins, Alpha suddenly snorted and then suddenly raised his front hoof.

A giant beast weighing more than half a ton is already full of pressure. When it raised its front hoof, the herder was frightened and could not move for a while, and froze in place.

Fortunately, Bifang reacted quickly enough. He kicked the ground with his legs, rushed forward quickly, hugged the herdsman and rolled to the side, then quickly climbed up from the ground, jumped and grabbed the flying reins in the air, pulled Alpha back to the ground, and shouted.

"Sit down, sit down!"

Bifang pulled the reins hard, forced Alpha to sit on the ground, and suppressed the signs of riot.

At this moment, the police next to him just took out their weapons. Bifang shouted loudly: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's okay, it's okay."

The police saw that the camel sat down, and it seemed really safe, so they didn't really take out their weapons, but the relaxed atmosphere just now completely disappeared, and the scene became tense again.

Bifang even found that several of the police who were very close just now were now three or four meters away, and they were obviously scared just now.

At such a close distance, no matter what gun it was, it would not work.

"Oh my god, what happened to this camel?"

The herdsman on the side got up from the ground with lingering fear, holding his hat, his face was terrified, and his legs were shaking.

If Bifang hadn't reacted quickly and pushed him out the moment the camel raised its front hoof, he might have fallen under the camel's hoof.

A half-ton camel is no joke, and a chest collapse is inevitable.

The herdsman has seen many camels, but it's the first time he has seen one that jumps up when the reins are pulled.

When a giant beast with a head as big as a human chest jumps up, no matter whether it eats grass or meat, the pressure on people is considerable.

That kind of momentum can completely scare normal people's legs.

That's why every time a giant beast is subdued, no matter how easy or difficult it is, it always arouses the excitement of a large number of spectators.

Facing the herdsman's terrified eyes, Bifang also felt a little apologetic, which was also his inconsiderateness.

Alpha, who was still a wild camel a month ago, did obey him, but he would not be so obedient to other people. If it were another two or three months, there might not be such a problem.

"What's going on?"

"Alpha is a wild camel I caught near Mali. We have been together for less than a month. If someone else pulled the reins, he might not be as obedient as me?"

"Wild camel? Are you kidding me? Or do you think we are idiots?" A police officer pointed his finger at Bifang and asked in a very aggressive tone. Obviously, he was a little angry because he was just scared. Words alone could not bring them closer.

Bi Fang shrugged. He couldn't produce evidence unless the other party took out his phone to watch the live broadcast, but it was unlikely.

It is doubtful whether a normal mobile phone has a signal here.

The leading police officer pointed out the rudeness of his subordinates, looked at Bifang, and glanced twice at Alpha who was sitting on his knees: "Alfa, is that its name?"

"Yes."

"Then could you please hold Alpha's hand and come with us? If you do anything unusual during the journey, don't blame us for taking some necessary measures."

"Of course, but I still hope it will end as soon as possible."

"If it's really okay, then yes."

A few hours later.

Following the police officer, Bi Fang walked from the desert into the city. As a first-time visitor, Bi Fang inevitably showed curiosity in his eyes.

Without the impact of a large number 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 life of the locals.

The residential areas here seem to have the ability to suspend time. Like those dilapidated French-style buildings in Algiers, the residents have not changed for decades.

Oil is as cheap as water here, and Algeria has a good welfare system. Although class stratification is serious, ordinary unemployed people who receive subsistence allowances can barely live without worries about food and clothing.

Although the houses are old and the living conditions cannot be said to be advanced, since faith is more important than anything else, Algerians are willing to give up the pursuit of rapid development and continue to live a leisurely and traditional slow life.

Just by looking at these houses, Bifang knows that it is impossible for outsiders to visit the community alone.

Imagine dilapidated 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 sitting next door smoking and chatting.

If you put yourself into a movie scene, you will feel like something bad is about to happen.

Without a local guide, tourists will feel as if they are entering a maze with unclear street signs as soon as they enter the neighborhood. As they wander around, they will be suspected of peeping into other people's houses.

Bifang, who was led by the police and had a foreign face, was looked at more than once by the people on the roadside, all of which contained suspicion.

Bi Fang was eventually taken to the local police station.

In the police station, Bi Fang was undoubtedly questioned by multiple groups of police officers, and his passport was also taken away for verification.

"Would you like some tea? Or food?"

One of the police officers who first took Bi Fang away came to Bi Fang's side. It was the leader who stopped his subordinates from making rude remarks.

He handed over a small tray with several desserts and a cup of mint tea.

The desserts are average, but the tea drinks are a bit special.

Almost half of the tea cup is filled with foamy mousse, and there is also a strong scent of essential oil floating around, which makes the drink more refreshing.

He heard that in Algeria where alcohol was banned, in addition to the steam coffee and Arabic coffee that they loved to drink, the locals would drink mint tea as whiskey.

If it's not enough, mix a little green tea and sugar water to stimulate it, add a few pieces of dates, and a drop of soul essence.

I didn't expect it to be true.

"Thanks, but no."

"But I think you look very thirsty."

The captain looked at Bifang's white lips and felt suspicious.

"If I have to explain it, think of me as an ascetic."

"Like the people from Yingdu?"

"Like the people of Yingdu." Bi Fang nodded.

"All the materials on this journey must be collected by my hands, and all the tools must be created by my hands."

"I kind of understand why you insist on taming a wild camel."

Pigs don't really sweat. They do have some sweat glands, but far fewer than us humans, and the ones they do have are of little use, being unresponsive to temperature regulation.

They are kept as cold as possible by being immersed in water or mud. The water in the mud evaporates from the skin and carries away heat like sweat.