Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

Footsteps sounded away from the door.Baisha looked at me, was about to say something, then changed her mind. We sat in the deadly heat room, and no one said a word.The only sound was the buzzing of bighead flies. Suddenly, Philippe.Murindo began speaking in Spanish.Slow, but each word is clear.When he saw that we didn't understand him, he would repeat the sentence several times, begging us to understand him all over his face. I asked Baisha: Where is your Spanish dictionary? God!That is not a dictionary, that is a book of letters, which is of no use to us.embroidered pillow I picked up the book of letters.At the back of the book is a comparison of English and Western vocabulary.I opened the part that translates the Spanish into English, and smiled at Murindu.

He has not yet understood. I put his fingers up, pointing to different words.First in Western, then in English. He still can't figure it out. I tried another angle.I turned the pages of the book to translate a word, and I found that the Spanish and English spellings are almost identical.I grabbed his finger and pointed first to the Spanish word and then to the English word. He frowned at the page, looked at it, shook his head, and said something in Spanish. I keep trying. I read it according to the English phonetic symbols next to the Spanish words: the sound is too dialed. He gets it.He twisted a lot of expressions, but these were not positive, but negative, opposing, protesting, and helpless.At last he shook his head and said: No, no, Madeira, Satishius.No!

What the hell are you two messing with?Baisha asked. We're not messing around, I said: I'm trying to figure out how to communicate with each other, and what are you seeing. What are you doing with that dictionary? I think we can communicate by choosing words from each other. Obviously, he can't read or write, so he is illiterate. Then I had to talk.How can you communicate just by talking? I pointed to each sentence and read it sentence by sentence, and finally found a useful sentence, which was: Please speak slowly, I don't speak Western well. I read it into Spanish according to the marked pronunciation.

Mu Lindu nodded. He began to speak, and I began to write down what he said verbatim, using pronunciation symbols.After he finished speaking, I had two records with diacritics and strange spelling that others could not understand.But I knew that with a bit of effort and mutual research with someone who knew Spanish, I would be able to get an idea of ​​what Murindu wanted us to know.I even think that as long as I have a good Spanish dictionary, I can study his general idea with a little time alone. I folded the two pieces of paper and put them in my pocket. Murindu put his hand in front of his lips to keep quiet.

I nodded in understanding. He held out his right hand.Peso, he said: De Niro. I looked for payment in Baisha dictionary, and finally found a suitable phrase.I read it word for word, and at first he didn't understand, but finally he did.He nodded with satisfaction. what are you saying to himBaisha Room. I'm telling him that if he keeps his promise to us, the payment will be made solely for the value of the information he gives us. God!Baisha's old temper broke out, and she said simply and straightforwardly: Are you going to throw money here and there again?What good will he do to us?

I do not know yet. Then you better figure it out first.Bai Sha said: Show me what he said. I showed her the paper pass.Go and see.I said: tell me how much it is worth after you read it, and I will make an offer for him. Her eyes rolled to me blazingly.But she picked up the paper anyway.She read it while trying to read it. Malala came in very quietly, and neither Baisha nor I heard him come back.Murindo uttered an urgent sentence in Spanish, which none of us could misunderstand, and made us all look up. Malarila and Jurado stood at the door. Baisha casually folded the two pieces of paper, intending to put them back into the purse, but changed her mind and put them down on her waist.

Malarila said: "I think we're doing pretty well.Gloves on the table, five extra emeralds Hey, now we have a complete case and an explanation. How about Holup?I asked. As far as we're concerned, Malarira said carefully: Holup figured out that what the mine actually produced was much, much less than what they reported to the trust fund.He thought that Luo Xiulan had another source of income for her, and he thought that her money came from this mine.He told us that his original intention was to catch evidence of dishonesty in the execution of the two trustees.Then he could go to court, and he told them legally, to annul their trust.Of course, the testamentary trust can also be suspended.

In Panama, he had a pilot friend.He refused to tell me the pilot's name.This makes us unhappy.In any case, he was in the country illegally.Of course he can say that he violated many laws of our country but what he said It could all be true, right?I asked. It can be said like this.Malala said. Jurado's eyes that could not see wisdom were matched with a deliberately dull expression. He said: It is quite clever to find out the facts according to Sinula's reasoning. Malala frowned. Because, Jurado went on, his theory removed Holup's motives for killing West Omega.Otherwise, this motive alone would be enough to close the case by mistake.

I said: If a person is walking according to a reasonable reasoning, he should keep walking along the line, no matter where he goes, he will never give up. exactly.Jurado said monotonously: I wonder if you are ready now to go back to Masaiyan with us?The local people will take care of things here. How about Holup?I asked. After a while we are going to release him, we are not going to charge him. What about Xia Heli? Malila smiled and said: Mr. Xia, at least we won't let him return to Meisaiyan these days. And me?Baisha asked. Malala bowed politely.My dear Mrs. Ko, you are always free to leave whenever you like.If you think the means of transportation you used here are not comfortable or the price is not suitable, our official vehicles are more than willing to take you back to the place you came from.

Baisha's lips formed a line, and I had already paid his fare for the round trip.She said: His grandma's, I want him to send me back.