my stealth fighter

Chapter 185 The Red City
As one of the famous tourist attractions in Kolkata, taxi drivers are very familiar with the way to Kali Temple.

It may be because the female guest's English is too standard, there is no smell of curry at all, and she even has a bit of a high-end London accent. The driver's tone is unconsciously polite to her, and her demeanor and face are always It made him feel... an inexplicable sense of awe.

Her skin is fairer, which belongs to the unique whiteness of people of high caste in South Asia-in South Asia, if you don't know who is a high caste and who is an untouchable, you can basically tell the difference by skin color.

"Beautiful lady, you still have to go to the temple to pay homage in this rainy and majestic weather. You must be a very devout believer. Goddess Kali will bless you..."

One second he was saying compliments, and then he slammed on the brakes, poked his head out of the car window, and cursed loudly at a homeless man who just ran past the front of the car.

"By the way, do you live on Fifth Avenue? Here is my business card. If you need a car in the future, you can call me anytime..." He handed over his business card with a flattering smile.

"No, I'm leaving here soon." She didn't answer.

"Really? It's a pity..." The driver didn't take back his hand, but still asked unwillingly: "Are you going on a trip? If you want to go to the airport, just give me a call - I'm not bragging, this area I am the safest to drive if the taxi miles are counted!"

This driver is really good at soliciting customers, and she finally took the business card.

"Looking at you, you must have been to many countries, right? I have also been to many places, such as Paris, Tokyo, Moscow, New York, Cairo... I have been to them all, and to be honest, Calcutta is the best! Do you want to see it? See photos?"

He took out his mobile phone again, entered the photo album, and showed her his travel photos ostentatiously, but this kind of inferior PS technology can only deceive the ignorant little girl, and a discerning person can tell at a glance that the combination of background pictures and portrait pictures of.

Seeing her indifferent, he finally shut up embarrassingly.

The scenery flew by in the reflection of the car window, and she stared out of the car window silently.

She won't be returning to this city for a long time to come until she avenges her friends, so keep that city in mind.

The signs of sickle and ax can be seen everywhere around the road, and the signboard with the head of Malens Mao has been removed and used as the roof of the simple house.

She had a chill on her face—because the gods temporarily restrained their divine power, did these atheist schools flourish?Even invaded the holy city?

On the bank of the rising Ganges River, some people took advantage of the heavy rain to take a bath, and some took a bucket of water to go back to drink. A dozen meters away was a half-burned corpse on a pile of firewood. The cremator probably did not expect this sudden heavy rain , I can only wait embarrassingly for a batch of dry firewood to continue burning after the rain stops.

She licked her lips. Many of the particles suspended in the smog that enveloped Calcutta all day should be the oily smoke and ashes produced during the burning of the corpses.

Families who can ask someone to burn their corpses by the Ganges and sprinkle their ashes into the Ganges are at least civilians. The real poor can't even afford to burn their corpses, and they die as soon as they die.

"Ma'am, here we are. Do you want to go in for a long time? Or just take a look? I can wait for you later."

The driver parked the car on the side of the road.

Due to the torrential rain, the usually bustling Kali Temple was extremely deserted today. Small vendors either closed their stalls or hid from the rain. There were few tourists. It was not easy to attract returning customers who could afford the fare.

"Just take a look and go. I have to go to another place in a while, and I will go to the airport later." She took out a stack of banknotes, which was more than the car money she should pay, and it was regarded as a reservation for him.

The driver was overjoyed, took the money and stuffed it into his pocket, and hurriedly agreed, regardless of his body being drenched, he graciously opened the rear door and held up the umbrella for her.

Without thanking her, she took the umbrella and walked towards Kali Temple.

As a famous scenic spot in Calcutta, the Kali Temple is very shabby compared to famous temples or temples in other countries. It is difficult for foreign tourists who are used to seeing big scenes to think that it is a famous scenic spot in the city without the introduction of the tour guide.

However, Kali Temple has a distinctive feature, which is red.

The rainwater that overflowed from the temple was all dyed red, not the red of the background of the sickle and axe, but the color of blood, most of which was real blood, and a small part of it was red dye.

This is in line with Kali's status as the god of darkness and bloodthirsty.

There are two Kali temples in Kolkata and its surrounding areas. The names of the two temples are not exactly the same, and the styles of the two temples are also very different. One of them is elegant and holy, and the other is narrow and gloomy. Goddess, while the latter represents Kali's wrathful form.

She asked the driver to pull her over, which was the latter, because the name was different, so the driver would not mistake the place.

A slightly weird drum sounded.

Several priests wearing white clothes or white trousers walked out of the temple. They dragged a black goat in the rain, and washed its body clean with the rain.

The black goat seemed to have a premonition of its own fate, or smelled the smell of the same kind of blood pervading here, and writhed and struggled in panic, trying to escape from here.

It bleated sadly, as if it was begging for help from the people around it, but the believers onlookers did not show sympathy for it, and everyone prayed devoutly and focusedly while drenched in the rain.

As for the small number of foreign tourists who came here in the rain, they came here for curiosity, and of course they would not stand up to save it. After all, it is just an animal, and it is more important to respect local religious customs.

Among the people present, the priests were busy, the believers were praying, and the tourists were taking pictures. Only she stood alone, doing nothing, just watching all this indifferently with an umbrella.

The black goat was cleaned, and two of the three priests hugged the black goat's hip bones from behind, and held its head with a rope from the front, fully stretching its neck.

The No. 3 priest raised a machete more than one meter long, loudly praised the divine power of Goddess Kali, and offered today's sacrifices to the goddess in order to obtain her blessing.

At this time, a majestic lightning flashed across the sky of Kali Temple.

The lightning reflected the machete brightly, and her face was reflected on the blade, a face mixed with excitement and joy.

The lightning did not go out, and the thunder exploded.

The machete and the explosive thunder fell in unison, and the long-sharpened blade chopped off the head of the black goat like melons and vegetables.

The sheep's head rolled down, and warm blood gushed out from the neck cavity, making the blood-red rain flowing around the temple more vivid.

She licked her lips, thirsty.

(End of this chapter)