Chapter 481: Chapter 481

###Chapter 478 Whose Conspiracy - Part 10

"That's right!" Cassandra answered with a little excitement, "If we could catch the police and ask them to send us back, we wouldn't have to look for people everywhere."

They thought this method was suitable and cheered up for a while.

Then several people began to discuss what should be done to get the police to come to them with their own initiative.

This place is a mountain village. There is no police station around here.

Rafaela Shannon believed in Christianity. She did not participate in the injurious things. She stayed away from one side.

Jacintha Madeley and Grace Cross said, "Let's do this kind of thing both ways!"

In the evening, Jacintha and Grace ran into a yard and robbed people's things in the yard using the excuse of borrowing things.

When the two came back, there were full fruits in their hands, thinking that the other side would call the police.

But found that they are entirely overthinking. Others look at them as outsiders and do not understand the language they need.

Others did not call the police, got such a result that Jacintha and Grace were a little speechless. They sent the things back to people.

The two tried to offend the people in the village differently, trying to force them to call the police.

As a result, other people did not call the police and sent some food, all of which belonged to farmers' own homes on weekdays.

Most people born in the mountains depend on heaven for a living. They know from birth that their life is farming and work. They don't know anything about the world outside the mountains.

Therefore, in their view, Jacintha and Grace stole other people's things because they were hungry and poor. The original idea was not to make them sympathize but to make the people angry. Unfortunately, it's a failure.

After thinking this through, they decided not to go on anymore. The news that the girls were in the mountain got out more or less.

Over the next few days, almost all of the villagers came to deliver food out of sympathy.

Slowly contact down, through simple words and guesses, they also probably know that the middle-aged man is Mr. Sandress, the daughter is Melissa Sandress.

Jacintha has learned some small languages before, all of which are from South America. Although they are not specific, the languages are the same.

So gradually, she was barely able to communicate with the Sandress family.

Mr. Sandress, who finally understood why we took other people's things, said helplessly, "In fact, you don't have to do this. I can help you find someone to borrow it."

Jacintha was helpless. She also knows that robbing other people's things is stupid, but it is only natural to do something ridiculous when people are in a hurry.

Mr. Sandress said that he would wait until tomorrow morning to borrow a cell phone for us to make a phone call.

There is a taboo here. The custom here is not to go to other people's houses at night.

Although they don't know the reason, they did not do it. After all, we should respect the custom of others.

At the thought of going home soon, several girls were excited to play with Melissa for a night.

Jacintha knows their language and has been acting as an interpreter. In her broken language, she promised Melissa that when she gets home, she will come here to see her and bring her beautiful dolls and delicious food.

They were talking until dawn. The next day, Mr. Sandress went to the village early morning to borrow a cell phone.

He didn't come back until about noon, and he didn't borrow the cell phone. He was a little depressed and said, "There seems to be a policeman in the village. Why don't you go and have a look.?"

Everyone cheered up, but Grace was alert and said, "Why did the police come all of a sudden?"

Mr. Sandress was stupefied for a moment. "He said he was looking for someone, but I don't know exactly. Why don't you go and have a look."?

"Looking for someone?"

Several of us looked at each other face to face, and for a moment, we were a little confused. Those people would not have come so far to find someone here in theory.

They have walked for a few days and do not know how many mountains they have crossed so far.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that the four of us didn't look very well, Mrs. Sandress asked with some doubt.

They don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble to Mr. Sandress, but they have an implicit answer, "It's all right!"

Grace is the most vigilant person. She won't believe others easily. After a pause, she said, "Anyway, we still have to be careful. We always meet our compatriots when we go to the city. This is the border. We can go to the embassy for help."

Everyone nodded for a moment, which was probably the only way they could think of.

The girls were ready to leave in a hurry. They have said goodbye to Mr. Sandress and Melissa.

There was the sound of hasty footsteps outside suddenly.

"What are we going to do?" Cassandra was a little flustered and tugged at the corner of her coat.

"Take a look at it first!" she looked at Grace in the eye and walked out the door.

Mr. Sandress's home is so narrow that it is almost impossible to have other cultural visitors.

If they knew, we are hiding here and real people with ulterior motives, the people will hurt both of them for holding us here.

We all went out, and in the courtyard stood several dark-skinned men, dressed in black police uniforms and badges on their chest.

" Venezuela police!" Grace frowned and took the lead to come out and look at the people who were coming.

As soon as the man looked at us, he was stupefied. He opened his mouth and said a lot of words. We could hardly understand what he was saying because of the language barrier.

After a while, the leading man looked at us and said a word. We didn't answer but looked at him blankly.

For a moment, it turned out that we didn't understand the language, so we turned and looked at the yellow-skinned man behind him and said something.

The yellow-skinned man looked at us and said, "How many of you are American who have come here illegally?"

Grace slapped her lips and said, "Hello, please talk properly. We didn't sneak here. We ran for our lives."

The man frowned slightly, looked at the policeman, and said a lot. The policeman looked at us and said something to the yellow-skinned man.

It was reluctantly understood that someone had asked the Venezuelan police to search the border, saying that someone was missing.

When we communicate, he doesn't sound like a bad guy, but it sounds like our families are looking for each other.

Grace looked at some of us and said, "Which of your family members can contact the Venezuela police?"

Several people were stunned. Jacintha said with some uncertainty, "I don't know much about this. My father works in the border government, but it not worth bringing him here. He is unlikely to know that I will be in Venezuela!"