Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

250 Chapter 34, Hijira

In the dark crypt, Amrit was tied to a pillar, gasping for fear.Nita was in the dizziness of the large fluctuations of adrenaline, and her whole body was shaking.

Song Wenbin looked at the small razor in his hand and felt a little dizzy. He had already been to seven countries including India, and he felt that even if he went to seven more countries, it was impossible for him to encounter such absurd situation again.

Dozens of Haijila present silently looked forward to the new sister who came from abroad, hoping that she could do things that they didn't even dare to do.

But it was impossible for Song Wenbin to do such a thing. This kind of behavior of taking high places without protective measures, let alone him, even the most skilled purification master in the Ming Dynasty would not dare to do such a reckless act.

"Do you think we dare not do it?"

Jamaji said to Nita: "Yes, maybe we are afraid of you, but we also have hijra friends from abroad, and they are not afraid of you."

When Nita heard this, her breath trembled again. The crazy experience had almost made her lose the ability to think rationally. She stuttered and said to Song Wenbin, who lowered her head, "Hey... Hijra, I advise you not to act recklessly. Ah, if you still want to continue living on this land...."

Song Wenbin didn't move. He couldn't understand Nita's words, but he could sense the meaning from her tone.

"Come on, it's all right, sister."

Jamaki was still comforting him, "This is a normal thing, you also hope to be a real hijra, don't you?"

Song Wenbin looked at Jia Maji's eyes, saw a trace of tension in her eyes, and sighed inwardly.Thinking that the mother of Hijra didn't really want to take away Amrit's height, she might not be so courageous, because it was almost of no benefit to her. This sudden action, in Song Dynasty In Wen Bin's eyes, it was more like a threat, a helpless coercion.

However, this set him on fire.

"Hahaha…"

Seeing that Song Wenbin didn't move for a long time, Nita laughed out of breath, and said nervously: "Hijira...you dare to lie to me...huh? Where are your foreign friends from? You stinky shit can know nothing. Foreigners... eh? Do you think I will trust you, so let us go soon...Maybe I will give you a few years less sentence for the sake of your knowledge..."

Jia Maji clenched her fists, and she tore off the veil on Song Wenbin's head with hatred, and said sharply, "You are blind! This skin color, this face, what is it if you are not a foreigner!?"

Song Wenbin wanted to cry but had no tears. He lowered his head in despair, didn't say anything, and didn't look at Nita.Everything that happened at this moment has surpassed all his understanding of life in 26 years.Now he can only remain motionless, praying that he can pretend to be dead to get away with it.

But... Apparently, his hairstyle, his stature, the shape of his head, like Nita recognized him instantly in the Calcutta prison, after the Cow Snow Festival in Kulapapara, I'm afraid he Turned into ashes, this Indian black fan can recognize him in an instant.

With great consternation and disbelief, Nita Mohan uttered the word.

"Yyan...?????"

Everything that happened at this moment was so real and illusory, even beyond her imagination, her cognition.

Amrit on the side was also stunned. After hearing his sister's call, he also recognized this man with his head bowed, desperate, ashamed and helpless.

Unbelievable, the last time I saw him was a man, this time he turned into a hijra, and there are two big bulges on this guy's chest, is that serious?

"Y...Yan...???"

Nita groaned again.

Even she herself couldn't tell how much of this cry was anger and how much was joy.

Song Wenbin knew that he could no longer hide, so he could only raise his head, look at the brothers and sisters of the Mohan family, and show a smile that was uglier than crying: "Hello, Amrit, hello, Nita... Long time no see...uh...I mean, it's been a few hours..."

Jia Maji next to her was also stunned. The development of the matter was obviously beyond the scope of her imagination. This foreign Hijra who was rescued by herself seemed to know... the man and woman in front of her...

"Yan!!!"

Nita cried bitterly at this moment.

Obviously, it was because of this hateful man in front of her that she was brought down to where she is now.

If it wasn't for him, she would never have come to Chhattisgarh, she would never have met these hijras, and she and Amrit would never have been caught in this horrible place and suffered such a huge humiliation.

She was so annoyed that she struggled crazily, shouting over and over again: "Yan!! Yan!! Yan!! Yan!! I hate you!! I hate you!!"

The cry was like a cuckoo crying blood, no more than three people present could understand it.

But those complicated and extreme emotions, those who didn't know it, thought it was Song Wenbin who made the other party's belly bigger, and exercised mind control over her, and finally abandoned her cruelly.

Because the screams were so shrill, the group of hijras even looked at Nita with sympathy.

Even Wei Ning at the side had a gloomy complexion, dull and haggard, like a walking corpse that had lost all vitality and soul.

Even though he is still wearing a turban, even though no one cares about him, just standing next to Song Wenbin, he can feel the unparalleled great embarrassment. In the face of that embarrassment, even his soul will escape, he can hardly imagine , What kind of social death is the disgust at this moment.

"Miss Nita, you...be more sensible." Song Wenbin said in a puzzled voice.

"How do you want me to be rational!!"

Nita cried frantically.

"How do you want me to be rational!!"

She shouted with a distorted expression: "Look at the situation you have put me in!! You have shamed my family!! You...you let me be...by this group...!!"

She thought of something, turned her head suddenly, looked at Jamaki with blood red eyes, and screamed: "You have been deceived by him!! You have been deceived by him!! He is not a Hijra at all!! He is a complete A completely normal man!! A big liar!! A peerless liar!!"

Song Wenbin covered his face hopelessly.

To be honest, even without Wei Ning translating, he still knew what Nita was howling.

"I hate you... aren't you Hijra?" Jamaki asked in shock.

"No, no, I'm Hijra." Song Wenbin said.

Since the sentence was so simple, he even said it in English: "yes, im haijila!"

"No! You're not!!" Nita screamed.

"I am." Song Wenbin looked at Wei Ning and said, "Everyone in China calls me the last eunuch of the 21st century. If I am not Hijra, who else is Hijra?"

Wei Ning sweating Huangdou helped Song Wenbin translate this sentence with a smile and tears.

But obviously Jia Maji didn't believe his words. She said: "This is the Mata Temple of our Hijra. Except for these outsiders who are judged, only Hijra can come in. If you are not Hijra, I can't do it to Mata." Mother God explained."

"I'm really Hijra."

Song Wenbin said firmly: "24K pure hijra, the hijra of hijra, no one in this world is more pure than me."

"You're lying!! You're lying!! You're a liar!!"

Nita immediately denied: "Do you think you can pass by wearing women's clothes? Let me tell you, you don't want to deceive me this time, and you don't want to deceive anyone in this land again."

"I'm not lying, please believe me." Song Wenbin said sincerely to Jia Maji.

Jia Maji couldn't be punished anymore, she felt that Nita was not lying, but the eyes of the sister in front of her were so sincere.

Finally, she made a decision, raised her hand, and said, "This is a serious question, but it is also a well-proven question. You want to prove that you are a Hijra, it's very simple."

Ok?
As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was instantly curious.

Jia Maji pushed Song Wenbin in front of the screaming Nita, and said, "Go, touch her body, don't pull down every inch, if you don't respond, then we can be sure that you are a real hijra .”

The group of hijras suddenly realized, whispered and nodded repeatedly.

Nita's excitement froze on his face, and Amrit on the side almost fainted. He roared: "Is this kind of thing important!? Aren't you looking for some missing child? Why bother with this?" Is that guy some kind of hijra!?"

"can you do it?"

Jamaki asked Amrit coldly.

Amrit almost choked on the words.

Jamaji smiled contemptuously: "If you can't solve any problems, I'd rather focus on gender identification. Believe me, it's very important, very very important."

Song Wenbin was dumbfounded when he heard Jia Maji's words.

He looks at Nita.

Nita looked at him too.

Speechless.

Some kind of invisible energy is throwing this unknown Indian black fan into a boiling cauldron at the same time, and no one can escape.

All the hijras squatted down, and some even took out a magnifying glass and carefully aimed at Song Wenbin, trying to catch the slightest trace of Boki.

Then, Jamaki, the mother of Hijra, reached out her hand unceremoniously, pulled off Nita's clothes, and ordered: "touch!"

Nita cried again, but this time the crying was no longer sharp and insolent, replaced by deep humiliation and grievance.

"How could you do this to me...why did you do this to me...why...why..."

In any case, she couldn't think of why she fell into such a situation. Three days ago, she was still the daughter of the Mohan family, enjoying a life of luxury, but just three days later, she was tied up in the On the pillar, experiencing such crazy torture.

"Why..." she cried, "I beg you...you let me go...can you let me go..."

The way Nita was crying made Song Wenbin think of Su Tina involuntarily. His heart ached and it was extremely complicated. In this unpredictable land, would she be treated like this? Would she also encounter some kind of accident? , that little colleague who has been calling Brother Song, Brother Song, is he safe now?

He glanced at Amrit, who was looking extremely painful, and finally couldn't help but sighed, shook his head, and said, "I won't touch her, even if I want to prove that I am Hijra, I won't touch her." her."

"What? You don't want to prove your gender?"

Jamaki Dangerously asked: "This is the whole reason we agree with you. If you deceive me, you deceive all Hijras. Hijras will not tolerate cheating. You will be cursed by all Hijras."

Song Wenbin heard the words, but he just helped the crying Nita put on his clothes in silence, and then he said lightly: "You also said just now, if the problem cannot be solved, so you would rather focus on gender identification , but I thought, if I can fix a little problem, then does that mean you don't have to come and identify my gender."

Jia Maji, the mother of Hijra, was stunned, and the crying Nita stopped crying, and looked at Song Wenbin sobbing. Under the dim light, this hateful guy in women's clothing changed inexplicably... into What she looks like in the video...

After watching for a while, Nita couldn't help crying again, but this time the crying was no longer hoarse, but sobbing silently, with some joy, but also unspeakable sadness and sadness.

"Can you solve the problem?"

Jia Maji snorted and doubted, "What problem can you solve?"

"It's a superficial problem, probably." Song Wenbin shrugged and said, "I'm Chinese, and I'm good at fooling around... No, I'm good at solving problems."

After listening to the translation, Jamaki still hesitated.

Song Wenbin continued: "You don't have to trust the police here, because you gave them a chance, but they didn't take it, but you didn't give me a chance, did you? Give me a chance."

Jia Maji stared at Song Wenbin for a while, then hooked her fingers. Those Hijiras who were squatting on the ground to see if Song Wenbin reacted stood up and whispered, "Mother, he didn't respond just now."

Jia Maji was moved when she heard the words, she finally nodded, and said: "I have to say, you have aroused my curiosity. To be honest, few people can remain calm when facing such a woman. Just for this, I am willing to believe You are a hijra."

When Nita heard this, she sobbed even more sadly.

"Long live the understanding." Song Wenbin said lightly: "Please let them go, they chased me here and have no causal relationship with you, these things have nothing to do with them."

"It's okay to give you a chance, but I recognize this man's uniform." Jamaki pointed to Amrit and said, "He's a policeman, just like those guys who don't do anything. And his rank is higher than them. If I let go He will attract his revenge."

"You know, you know you dare to do this?" Amrit couldn't help gnashing his teeth and asked, at this moment he was out of anger, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Ten percent of children are lost every year, and this community is about to die." Jamaki said indifferently: "I'm going to die, so what else do you dare to do?"

"Anyone can say it, but you hijras are not qualified to say it." Amrit reprimanded extremely sullenly, "how many people you transform into hijras without the ability to reproduce every year, don't pretend to be sympathetic to me! "

Jamaki looked at Amrit coldly, neither defending nor communicating, which was meaningless.

"Okay, don't say any more."

At this time, Song Wenbin said: "My time is very precious, I don't have time to waste here, so be it. This woman is his sister, someone he values ​​very much. You keep this sister here and let this man go. As long as you solve your problems, return my sister to him, okay?"

Before Jamaji could speak, Amrit couldn't help asking, "Yan, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know, Mr. Mohan, if I were you, at least wait until I can put on my pants before questioning others." Song Wenbin said.

After listening to the translation, Amrit had to shut up.

(End of this chapter)