Qingben beauty

Chapter 604
Ever since the car was driven away by the foreign devil, I was chasing after it, yelling to catch the thief while chasing, I was looking for the police.

But I chased him all the way, not to mention the police, no one even paid attention to the cars I drove past.

Then I went into town, looking for the police while looking for the phone booth, and looking for the police while digging through the trash cans.

But I didn't even see the shadow of the police.

But now, when I saw those two wearing police uniforms and carrying guns, I couldn't tell they were fake police officers. I was so excited!

I didn't realize at all that the police were actually called by someone else...

I rushed up and shouted to them excitedly: "Mr. Police, I was robbed!"

The two policemen retreated abruptly, and pressed their hands on the side with the gun on their waist, and then one of them stretched out his hand to me.

I stood up abruptly again.

When I was in Paris, I heard Mr. Jin say that the police in foreign countries are different from ours. They all carry real guns, and if they think you have the intention of assaulting the police, they can immediately draw their guns and shoot you.

So, even if you need to call the police, don't get too close to them!
I stopped in a safe area three steps away from them, and gestured with my hands: "I was robbed, my car was stolen, my money and luggage were all robbed!"

The two policemen took their hands away from their guns, but looked at me in bewilderment.

Well, I thought, they didn't understand what I was saying at all.

Because, I speak Chinese...

I thought about it, and worked hard to organize a sentence in English, which means in Chinese, it probably means: follow me.

This time, the person who brought the two police officers understood.

Then he gestured.

This town is built along the mountain, and the roads and streets go up layer by layer, and there are stairs in the middle of the streets on each layer to go directly to the upper layer.

I rummaged through the trash cans along the street, going down layer by layer, but took the police up and went straight up the stairs.

Walking to the place where my car was parked was actually just going up to the third floor.

It took less than 10 minutes to climb.

I pointed to the car and the hole in it, and said to the two policemen, "I was robbed! All my belongings are gone!"

After finishing speaking, I opened the car door and took out my car rental contract and handed it to the kind person who came up with us, the one who called the police.

Then, I gestured to the police, my backpack, my mobile phone, my money, my suitcase, I pointed to the place where those things were originally placed, and made the gesture of someone smashing the car and then taking the things away .

It has to be said that human beings in different places have their own languages, which has caused the communication to remain unchanged, but there is one thing that is the same, that is, body language.

The two policemen looked at me after jumping wildly, and then looked at the car rental list, and a sudden look appeared on their faces.

They also communicated with each other.

One of them said something to me.

I didn't understand, but I guess it should be asking if I was stolen.

I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then he looked at them hopefully.

The two police officers chattered a lot to me again, pointed down the hill, and then handed me back the car rental contract.

Then, the two of them...

He turned around in an incomparably chic way... and left!
I stared dumbfounded at the two of them walking towards the stairs as if they were joking, and I was stunned for three seconds before remembering that I wanted to catch up.

At this time, that kind person blocked me.

He also jumped out one English word after another and said a few words to me.

I understand NO, understand the following, understand you go...

Adding up all the words I understood, I thought, what he wanted to say was that these two policemen don't care about this matter, let me go down the mountain, go down the mountain to find other policemen.

I also asked him word by word, where is the policeman in charge?

The man pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said, this time he spoke very fast, and it was obviously not an English word, I didn't understand a single word.

I could only look at him with very innocent and pitiful eyes, and made a begging gesture to him.

The man sighed, and started jumping word by word again.

This time I understood the police station (because he said it several times), and then he understood, he asked me to go to the police station, and the police station was down the mountain.

He also said while leading me to a viewing platform, pointing to a small town below the mountain, meaning to look for it there.

While he was gesturing, the phone in his pocket rang.

I watched him answer the phone, and my mind lit up. After he finished answering the phone, I prayed to him with my palms together, asking him to lend me my phone.

The man looked a little confused, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he handed the phone to me, and kindly showed me how to make a call.

I called Mr. Kim.

I put the phone to my ear, feeling a little excited.

However, when the phone rang twice, there was no Mr. Jin's voice, but a pleasant female voice.

I haven't learned this French after staying in Paris for so long, but the accent is familiar to me.

What's more, she still uses the kind of mechanical voice that is similar all over the world.

The meaning of the translation in Chinese is not that the user has shut down the machine, or that the user is not in the service area.

Reluctantly, I called again, twice, three times...

All the same, sweet French woman's voice.

And the man's face became darker every time.

I was embarrassed to call the fifth time, and after returning the phone to him, I said thank you.

The man took the phone and looked at it, his face became a little better after thinking for a while, then he took out a small notebook from his pocket, tore off a piece of paper, and then took out a pencil stub in the notebook, and Start drawing with the handrail.

What he drew was a straight line at first, and then there were constantly turning lines, which looked really like those impressionist paintings I saw in the Louvre.

However, I miraculously understood!
What he drew was the direction of the intersection!
After watching him draw a police station logo at the last place, I said thank you several times.

That man also had that look on his face that you finally understood, handed me the paper, and pointed the way down.

Then, he turned around and left.

I said thank you again and again to his back, and walked to the car with the piece of paper.

I thought, as long as I find the police station, maybe the people in the police station can catch the thief for me. At worst, they should let me borrow the phone, right?

Mr. Jin's phone can't be connected, it shouldn't be shut down, and it shouldn't be possible if he's not in the service area, then it's shut down.

In other words, now he doesn't even have time to turn on the phone.

I can no longer trouble him by calling his phone number, but I can call back to China.

Since coming out with Lu Li, I have rarely called. To be honest, Ms. Lin's phone calls are also recorded in the address book. Now if I think about it, I can't remember it at all.

However, I can call 110 in China!
They always tell me what to do, right?

With such anticipation, I got into the car, and after carefully looking at the Impressionism, I started the car and drove down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)