Far away in Moscow

Chapter 210

The fat policeman opened the passport to look, and then his face sank.He threw the passport on the table casually, and paused with his eyelids closed: "What is this?"

"This—" Hu Yi saw that he was pressing the passport with one hand, he had no intention of returning it, and the question was very vague, so he leaned forward: "Can't you?"

"Of course not!" The fat policeman waved his hand, blowing his beard and staring. "They are all suspects in today's terrorist attack! Our investigation is not over yet! Do you understand? This is not a joke, it is a very serious matter!"

"Okay, I know." Hu Yi smiled impatiently: "Tell me, how much?"

"How much is what? How much is what!" Smelling of alcohol, the fat policeman got up and went around behind the table, pulled out his chair and sat down to stare at him: "Come back in three days."

Hu Yi was startled: "Three days later?"

"Yes." The fat policeman kicked his feet lightly, turned his chair to face the two of them, and said to himself loudly: "But the Federal Immigration Service will take all of them away tomorrow, and they won't be there in three days." Know where he is."

Hu Yi turned his head to look at Da Liu: "It seems that the money is too little."

"Really?" Da Liu kept shrinking behind Hu Yi and didn't dare to raise his head. Hearing this, he hesitated and said, "Then... add more?"

"How much do you think is appropriate?"

Big Liu Gang thought about it, and the fat policeman knocked on the table with his back to them: "Be quiet! If you have something to say, please go outside!"

"Yes, yes, right away, right away!" Da Liu stammered and said to Hu Yi in a low voice: "I seem to have heard him say three days just now, does it mean three thousand?"

"Well, it makes sense." Hu Yi took back his passport from the table, put in another thousand rubles, and handed it in front of the police with a smile: "There is no need to hand him over to the Immigration Bureau, he is a good man, please Can you help me?"

The fat policeman took the passport, opened it, glanced at it, and returned it to Hu Yi impatiently: "Come back in two days."

It turned out that one day represented an addition of one thousand rubles.Hu Yi knew it well, and hurriedly took out another two thousand rubles, put together five thousand rubles in his passport, and handed it over with a smile: "Two days are too long, my friend is old and in poor health, we hope he returns as soon as possible." Rest at home."

"Not in good health?" The fat policeman turned his chair, with a concerned smile on his face: "Is he sick?"

"This..." Hu Yi was stunned, and Da Liu rushed to answer: "He is sick, he was sick yesterday, and now he is still not well."

"Really? That's too bad." The fat policeman rubbed his chin and frowned, thinking for a moment: "Is his condition serious? Is it contagious?"

Da Liu was stunned for a moment, then squinted at Hu Yi: "What did he say?"

Hu Yi had already guessed the fat policeman's intentions, and hurriedly nodded seriously: "Yes, he will infect other people. Moreover, he is very ill and old, maybe...he will be dangerous."

"Oh, that's a big trouble. If something goes wrong here at night, it's not good. You'd better send him to the hospital as soon as possible." The fat policeman said a few words to himself with a sullen expression, and took Hu Yi Put your passport on the table and push it forward: "Come with me."

Hu Yi picked up the passport, but the five thousand rubles inside had disappeared.He shook his head slightly at Liu, followed behind the fat policeman to a big iron cage.

The iron cage is very big, and it is much more spacious than Hu Yi's dormitory.There is a row of benches on each of the three walls, and dozens of people are sitting or standing inside, most of whom are Chinese, Vietnamese, and Central Asian.

All of these people looked dull and depressed. When they heard someone coming, they just glanced out coldly, and then lowered their heads and stopped caring.Hu Yi glanced around in the crowd, and his eyes were quickly attracted by the messy graffiti on the wall.

The whitewashed walls are densely covered with languages ​​of various countries, large and small. The handwriting is old and new, some are crooked and scrawled, and some are neat and straight.

Among them, Chinese is the most prominent and the most conspicuous. At a glance, it is all obscenities aimed at the Russian police. From the greetings of parents, wives and daughters to the eighteenth generation of ancestors, they are extremely vulgar and often have white characters or even Chinese pinyin. I think it is mostly these years. Written by Chinese businessmen locked in a cage to vent their anger.

Hu Yi read a few words casually, couldn't help but put out his hand to cover his mouth and secretly laughed out loud.Just as he was about to continue watching, he heard the door of the iron cage slam, and the fat policeman called a hunched old man to the door, turned around and asked Liu: "Is that him? That's right?"

"That's right, it's him." Big Liu Liansheng agreed, "Thank you, thank you."

The fat policeman re-locked the cage, apparently in a good mood, and twisted the key to the cage door on his fingers, whistling, and brought the three of them back to the gate of the police station. regain health."

The old man nodded tremblingly to the policeman, followed Da Liu and Hu Yi out of the police station.Da Liu turned around and said, "Dad, it's cold outside, you put on a jacket."

Da Liu's father put on the old down jacket that he had been holding in his arms all the time, put on the scarf, and let out a long sigh: "Oh, I was really scared. How did you get me out? Who did you find? "

Father Liu's accent was heavier than Da Liu's. Hu Yi turned his head and took a look under the dim light under the eaves. He saw the old man's sloppy face, gray eyebrows, short and messy silver hair, and deep grooves on his face.

"Where can I find someone?" Da Liu pointed at Hu Yi as he walked, "It was Brother Hu who paid you to get you out. Brother Hu lives far away. I asked him to come back tomorrow, but he was afraid You stayed in the police station and suffered, and you had to take a special taxi to save you, so we should thank you very much."

"Yes! Thank you so much, thank you..." Father Liu cast a grateful glance at Hu Yi, and suddenly his face changed slightly, he stopped and lowered his head to tug at Da Liu.

Hu Yizheng was going to say a few words of politeness, but he couldn't help being taken aback when he saw this.I saw Da Liu leaned over and put his ear to his father's mouth, said "um" a few times, then straightened his waist and smiled loudly: "Dad, don't think about it, brother Hu came to work in the market a year ago, we have already I know him. And he has been studying in Moscow for several years, right, Brother Hu?"

"That's right," Hu Yi nodded confusedly, "I came to Moscow in 2000, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, don't take it to heart." Da Liu leaned in front of Hu Yi, his voice slightly ashamed: "My dad... Hey, let me do those things back then, and I didn't take care of some... some troubles, just now he felt Where did I see you, I thought it was..."

"It's okay, it's a misunderstanding." Liu's father interrupted Da Liu, took two steps forward and smiled faintly at Hu Yi: "I'm getting old, and my eyes are useless, no matter how I look at Brother Xiao Hu, I think It looks familiar. Since my son said that you have been working in the market, maybe... we have met before."

(End of this chapter)