Live Wilderness Adventure

Live Adventure in the Wilderness Chapter 815 Spy

"spy?"

Several men in uniform appeared on the desert, and together with them was a herdsman in a white robe leading a camel. From their mouths, a scene that had never been imagined appeared.

There were gusts of sand wind, accompanied by the rustling sound of sand, and an unimaginable sound sounded again.

"I?"

After Bi Fang got a nod of confirmation, he fell silent.

In my mind, I wondered if I was in a hurry and got dizzy from the sun, but after thinking about it for a while, I dispelled this absurd thought.

It has been five days since I met the Saharan silver ants. When I was about to leave Algeria, I never thought that this kind of problem would happen.

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

Bi Fang did not expect that the biggest difficulty he 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 the cities. As for the rural areas outside the cities, it is almost impossible to have too much flow of people.

The people in Algeria are basically Europa-Mediterranean, including Arabs and Berbers. An Asian face like Bi Fang can't be more conspicuous among them, especially the three drones above his head.

When a young strange man, with a typical foreign face, looks at the village in a nonchalant manner, and immediately runs away when he finds the crowd, with a suspected camera device...

Well, even if Algeria is not closed, Bi Fang feels suspicious.

This is also unavoidable. Even though Bi Fang has paid great attention to avoiding places where there are crowds, sometimes the intersection does not happen if it does not happen—it is impossible for him to know the location of every small village in Algeria.

Bi Fang raised his head and glanced at the herdsman who followed the police, and after a brief search in the memory forest, he remembered that he had seen this herdsman in the distance before, but he did not expect to have such a misunderstanding .

"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 still off? 】

The old Fang Yi is bold, what are you afraid of?]

Hahaha, being suspected of being a spy makes 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 from Qaidam, he seemed to be suspected of being a dog head, but that time he was in China, and he was all his own people, so nothing major happened]

This moment is as coincident as that moment]

A little bit of knowledge: In Algeria, you need a license to watch regular TV, even if you use computers, mobile phones and other equipment, and live webcasts, you also need a license. normal】

people are stupid]

Fuck, are we on the same planet? 】

What happened to Bi Fang made the audience worry, but maybe it was because he was taken away by the official organization, which was somewhat guaranteed, so more complaints were made.

After all, it is inconceivable to think about being taken away because of being suspected of being a spy, especially when Bi Fang is already so famous, maybe this kind of thing only happens in these special countries.

But how can there be countries that don’t welcome people to travel]

If we want to talk about the reasons, 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 account for more than 97% of the country's total exports and are also the backbone of the economy]

So unlike those countries in Morocco, they don't need a tourism economy, and their culture is relatively resistant, so naturally there is no publicity. 】

The old party is good at negotiating, this is suspected of being a spy, and the live broadcast is not turned off. 】

The reason why they didn't turn off the live broadcast even though they were suspected of being spies was naturally due to Bi Fang's excellent "communication" technology.

As a regular anchor, Bi Fang naturally has all the documents, and he showed them the first time he was suspected, and then explained the reason and purpose of his arrival, and why he wandered around some villages.

Of course, the most important thing is Bi Fang's extremely fluent French and Arabic.

Europe's "backyard".

The term can be seen both as a compliment, a compliment to the Algerian environment, and as a derogatory term, a disgrace to what was once a French colony.

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

Coincidentally, Bi Fang knows both.

Algerian women rarely show their faces in public, and most of the people who can see their faces on the street are "old" uncles.

In recent years, Huaxia has cooperated with many local infrastructure and energy projects. Most of the "old people" would politely say "Hello" to the faces of the East, but when they wanted to chat, they found that most of them stuttered in English and couldn't talk at all.

But once they overcome the language barrier and integrate into Arabic or French circles, the Algerians will change their temperament drastically. They will suddenly chat with you, play well and even pull you on a blind date.

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

When most Chinese people see a foreigner who can speak fluently, they will also feel cordial and proud in their hearts.

It's just that this point is more explicit and obvious in Algeria.

People here come from very different skin colors, but racial discrimination is almost non-existent.

They generally think that those who speak the same language and live in the same area are their own people.

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, if two guests disagree, they come to sing and fight.

As long as you speak the same language, there are no outsiders, just your own.

The other party originally came here with the purpose of being responsible rather than finding fault. After Bi Fang showed his relevant documents and successfully used words to attract intimacy, he agreed to Bi Fang's request not to turn off the live broadcast.

But it's not an unconditional agreement. Before everything is confirmed, the live camera must face the ground, and no one else can shoot it.

Bi Fang had nothing to do, but the live broadcast room was not so peaceful, because they knew one more thing.

Fang Shen can speak Arabic like a mother!

!

What door is it, what door is it!

! 】

How many languages ​​does Lao Fang speak? ? ? 】

I always thought that people who are proficient in eight languages ​​will only appear in movies...It turns out that Lao Fang taught me how to be a man]

In fact, there is a characteristic of language learning. When a person can speak more than three languages, he will most likely learn the fifth, sixth, and seventh languages.]

Fang Shen also has five or six schools, he is really awesome, and he is also a language genius]

How did Fang Shen do it? At such a young age, I feel like he knows everything...I really admire it, but if I have a quarter of my abilities, I won’t be working in the office]

Bi Fang didn't want to reveal so much at first, after all, what he knows is scary enough.

However, compared to French, it is true that Arabic will make the locals relax a little more and make it easier to deal with.

Seeing the cooperation of the other party, the police also felt a burst of relief, thinking that maybe it was just a misunderstanding. One of the leaders raised his eyebrows, and the herdsmen next to him understood, and they were about to go to lead Alpha.

"etc!"

But the distance between the two sides was too close, and before Bi Fang could remind, the herdsmen had already pulled the reins!

Bi Fang always remembers that Alpha is not an ordinary camel, it is a domesticated wild camel!

The total time has only been just one month, and there is nothing wrong with him. Bi Fang is both a captor and a domesticator. He has already left a strong and inviolable mark on the camel's mind, but if it is under the hands of others, it will not be safe. What danger!

But although Bi Fang remembered this, he didn't expect that the other party would come to lead the camel. He didn't hold the rein firmly in his hand, and he let go of the camel as soon as he was grabbed by the other party.

The most feared situation really happened. Almost at the moment when the herdsman grabbed the rein, Alpha snorted suddenly, and then suddenly raised his front hoof.

A giant beast over half a ton was already full of oppressive force. When it raised its front hooves, the herdsmen were frightened for a moment, unable to move, and froze in place.

Fortunately, Bi Fang reacted quickly enough. He kicked his legs on the ground, rushed forward, hugged the herdsman and rolled to the side, then quickly got up from the ground, jumped and grabbed the reins flying in mid-air, and pulled Alpha back again. To the ground, shouted loudly.

"Sit down, sit down!"

Bi Fang pulled the rein hard, forced Alpha to sit on the ground, and suppressed the signs of rioting.

At this moment, the policeman next to him had just pulled out his weapon, and Bi Fang shouted loudly: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's all right, it's all right now."

When the police saw the camel sitting down, it seemed that it was really safe, and they didn't really draw out their weapons, but the relaxed atmosphere just now completely disappeared, and the scene became tense again.

Bi Fang even found out that several of the policemen who were very close just now were now three or four meters away, obviously they were also frightened just now.

No matter what kind of gun it is, it won't work at such a short distance.

"My God, what's the matter with this... this camel?"

The herdsmen on the side got up from the ground eagerly, held on to their hats, their faces were terrified, and their arms were shaking.

If Bi Fang hadn't reacted quickly and pushed him out the moment the camel raised its front hooves, he might have fallen under the camel's hooves by now.

A half-ton camel is no joke, and a collapsed chest is a must.

The herdsmen have seen many camels, but this is the first time they have seen one that is about to explode when the rein is pulled.

When a giant beast with a head as big as a human's chest explodes, no matter whether it usually eats grass or eats meat, its oppressive force on people is quite the same.

That kind of aura can completely scare the legs of normal people.

It is also true that every time a monster is conquered, no matter it is simple or difficult, it can always arouse the excitement of a large number of audiences.

Facing the frightened eyes of the herdsmen, Bi Fang also felt a little apologetic, which was due to his lack of consideration.

Alpha, who was a wild camel a month ago, was indeed obedient to him, but he couldn't be so convinced when facing other people. If it took another two or three months, maybe there would be no such problem.

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"What's happening here?"

"Alfa is a wild camel I caught near Mali. We have been together for less than a month. If someone else came to pull the reins, they might not be as obedient as me?"

"Wild camels? Are you kidding me? Or do you think we are idiots?" A police officer pointed his finger at Bi Fang and questioned him. It was obvious that he was a little angry after being frightened just now. It doesn't matter anymore.

Bi Fang shrugged, and he couldn't produce evidence unless the other party took out his mobile 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 at the rudeness of his subordinates, looked at Bi Fang, and glanced at the kneeling Alpha: "Alpha, is that its name?"

"Yes."

"Then can I trouble you to take Alpha and walk with us? If you have any abnormal behavior on the way, don't blame us for taking some necessary measures."

"Of course, but I still hope that things will be over as soon as possible."

"If it's really all right, then it will be."

 …

hours later.

Following the police officers, Bi Fang walked into the city from the desert. As a person who came here for the first time, curiosity was inevitably revealed in his eyes.

Without the shock 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 full of the unfiltered life of the locals.

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

Here oil is as cheap as water, and Algeria has a good welfare system. Although the class stratification is serious, the unemployed ordinary people who receive the subsistence allowance can barely worry about food and clothing.

Although the houses are old and the living conditions are not 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, traditional and slow life.

Just by looking at these houses, Bi Fang knows that it is unlikely for outsiders to visit the community alone.

Imagine dilapidated walls with rusty iron windows, thick wires entangled with drying racks, and faded childish graffiti on the walls, and a group of bearded "old men" smoking and chatting next door.

If you put it in a movie scene, it feels like something bad is about to happen.

If there is no local guide~www.readwn.com~ tourists will feel as if they have entered a maze of road signs that they cannot understand as soon as they enter the block.

And Bi Fang, who was led by the police and had a foreign face, was cast with suspicion more than once by the crowd on the side of the road.

In the end, Bi Fang was taken to the local police station.

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

"Would you like some tea? Or food?"

One of the policemen who took Bi Fang away at first came to Bi Fang's side, and it was the leader who stopped his subordinates from speaking rudely.

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

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

Almost half of the tea cup is filled with "foam" mousse, and there is a strong scent of wind oil, which makes Bi Fang refresh his mind.

He heard that in Algeria, where alcohol is prohibited, in addition to the espresso and Arabic coffee that they love to drink, the locals will drink mint tea as whiskey.

If you are not addicted, mix a little green tea and sugar water to stimulate it, add a few pieces of dates, and a drop of soul essential oil.

I didn't expect it to be true.

"Thank you, but no."

"But I see you look very thirsty."

The captain looked at Bi Fang's pale lips, suspicious.

"If I have to explain it, I can be regarded as an ascetic monk."

"Like people from Yingdu?"

"Like people from Yingdu." Bi Fang nodded.

"All materials in this journey must be collected through my hands, and all tools must be created through my hands."

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