The Koreans and our Koreans are originally from the same family, but due to some specific historical reasons, they have long been separated and become two different groups. Our Koreans have enough food and clothing to live and work in peace and contentment, and only need to calculate how to earn more money every day to improve the conditions at home. Therefore, most Koreans are fair-skinned, beautiful, good at singing and dancing, and the people on the side across the river are completely different.
I could tell that this person looks like a North Korean person almost stood in the crowd.
This man has dark skin like an Indian, but his face is a genuine Korean appearance.
His eyes are very small, similar to Li Ronghao's, but his eyes are very sharp, which is a little different from other Koreans. When I look at him, he will also stare at my eyes. His cheeks are very thin, his skin seems to be separated from his muscles, very loose, his nose has a little eagle hook, his lips are thin at the top and bottom, and his outline is straight and clear. His mental state is very nervous. Although he is introducing himself, he always observes our every move with his pair of squint eyes.
Hearing his proactive self-introduction, I nodded, quickly revealed my identity and said: Hello, my name is Yang Daqing, I am a Chinese policeman, do you need me to help you?
He heard the word "cop" and his body was obviously stiffened, but his expression did not change at all. He nodded and said: Can you give me some food?
His tone of Mandarin in Chinese is similar to that of Xiaoyan and the Koreans, and they all seem to have a very strange emphasis.
Xiaoyan had already returned to the car and took out the bag of food that my aunt had stuffed into the car to give us food on the road before leaving. She didn't pick it and handed it to Nam Sung-jae.
The bag contains some Korean food, including cakes, muffins, scallion pancakes and a lot of fruits.
When Nam Sung-jae saw the food, she widened her eyes, said thank you, and took the plastic bag, grabbed the cake with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth.
Seeing that he was having a bad meal, Xiaoyan quickly went back to the car and took two bottles of pure water.
Can you tell me about your army number and your specific work unit?Although I am not a criminal policeman, I still have the vigilance and sensitivity that a policeman should have.
Nam Sung-jae didn't answer, and still ate it voraciously, but he took out a notebook the size of a dark red cigarette box from his arms, clamped it with two fingers, and reached it in front of him and waved it at me.
I leaned over and took the small notebook. When I opened it, I found that it was a ID folder with a waterproof plastic jacket, with three photos and IDs full of Korean texts.
I was a little embarrassed, the photo must be his, but the words on it are not in Chinese, I don’t know them.
If others have problems, then these documents must be problematic, but you still have to show them to Xiaoyan, she can understand those Korean languages with complex structures.
Xiaoyan nodded while looking: That’s right!His name is Nam Sung-jae.
What documents are they all?I'll ask.
One is the officer certificate of the Korean People's Army, one is their North Korean driver's license, and the other is... a special ID card?Xiaoyan explained to me while looking through these documents.
These documents are similar in size to our ID card, but the texture seems a little simple. Although the surface is waterproof, it feels soft to the touch and it seems to rot at any time.
Can you tell me about your mission?
Seeing that his food speed had slowed down, I thought he could answer the question, so I still wanted to find out what happened. After all, in this wilderness, there is such a suspicious person with disheveled hair and face, so I still need to review it carefully.
He wiped his mouth, raised his neck and drank a whole bottle of pure water. He didn't get up, but sat on the ground and said slowly: We are working together with your People's Liberation Army. We can only talk to you so much. You are just a policeman and have no right to ask about our Korean People's Army!
What he said made me feel a little tight of my chest.
Indeed, in China, our local governments have no jurisdiction over military affairs, but there are also regulations that if a soldier goes out to the local area, he still needs to accept and cooperate with the management of local law enforcement departments. This is our national policy, but I really don’t understand the rules of North Korea, so I have to look at Xiaoyan.
Xiaoyan smiled and said: The troops are indeed more powerful than anything else, so don’t ask randomly.
But if you don’t ask clearly, what if he is a bad guy who is taking advantage of the troubled waters?Even if he is not a bad person, if he is a defector from the North and I am a policeman, I can't explain to my police uniform if he gets confused.
I work in the mainland, far away from border areas such as Yanbian and Hunchun, and usually I can't get in touch with these strange things. However, I still know that there are often people who risk their lives to escape from there, or who have escaped to countries with extradition policies with South Korea, or simply stay in China for aggrieved life. Most of these people are not bad people. They just feel that they can't live there anymore and are desperate to come here to seek a glimmer of hope.
I took out my cell phone and prepared to call the police station here and ask them to handle it. But when I took out my cell phone, I found that the signal here was only one. I tried to dial 110, but I couldn't dial it out.
It turns out that the signal in that frame is also virtual.
No signal?Seeing that I was calling, Xiaoyan quickly took out her cell phone and looked at it, shaking her head to signal that her cell phone had no signal.
Nam Sung-jae may be full, and looked at me squintly and said: Your capitalist things are still useless!
My face twitched a little and I asked him in surprise: Capitalism?We are your big brother, okay?How do we be capitalist?
He looked at me with some contempt on his face and said: I thank you for the food you two give me, but there is no need to say anything about Big Brother. If our fathers hadn't fought bloody battles, you would have been destroyed by American dogs long ago!
you……!
I was so angry that I couldn't speak. I wanted to point at his nose and scold him for being heartless, but I didn't want to destroy the glorious and majestic image of our great power. After all, although there are only three people here now, it represents two countries that have been friendly for generations.
Xiaoyan glanced at me, and seemed to not care about Nam Sung-jae's words at all, and said with a smile: Are you full?All these foods are left for you, so let's go Ah.
Nam Seung-jae nodded and still sat on the ground, but bowed to us and said: Thank you very much!Long live the friendship between Korea and China!
I waved my hand at him and said: You're welcome, long live the friendship between China and North Korea!
Seeing that I was shouting slogans seriously in front of others, Xiaoyan couldn't help laughing and said, "Husband, leave your coat for him. It's such a cold day, you see that he is wearing so little."
Xiaoyeon noticed carefully that Nam Sung-jae was trembling in the cold wind in the early morning.
My police coat was new, and I was a little reluctant to let it go. I went back to the car and took off all the police badges and logos on the cotton jacket I had taken off before, and handed them to Nam Sung-jae who was always sitting on the ground. He was not polite, so he took it and wrapped it on himself.
Xiaoyeon said apart from Nam Sung-jae in Korean and pulled me back into the car.
This time I got into the driver's seat, but Xiaoyan didn't insist on driving, so she took the initiative to go to the passenger seat.
Start the car and we continue to move forward.
It seemed like it was about a few kilometers inside, and the row of roadblocks reappeared in the middle of the road.
I read it during the day. The spring flood season is the first priority. The dam is prohibited and idle people are not allowed to enter!There is also a road monument under the street sign, with several powerful words engraved on it: Niuyueshan Reservoir.
I parked the car in front of the roadblock, and I took out my phone and took a look, but there was still no signal.
Big-eyed thief, we have to walk in.Xiaoyan didn't get off the car, and sat on the passenger seat and looked towards the reservoir.
Why is the mobile phone signal so bad here?I asked a little strangely.
I don't know, it might be a problem in the mountains... Xiaoyan answered me while putting a coat on herself.
I raised my phone high, turned around and tried in all directions. It seemed that the phone was lifting a little higher and there was a signal.
You want to call?Xiaoyan asked strangely.
I nodded and said: That North Korean is very strange, I have to call the police station to call the police.
As I said that, I pushed the door and got out of the car, and raised my hand over the roof. Sure enough, the signal was obviously much better near the reservoir, and there were two signals. I quickly entered the number 110 on the keyboard, and was about to dial through, Xiaoyan shouted beside me: Don’t make a phone call!Don't call the police!
I could tell that this person looks like a North Korean person almost stood in the crowd.
This man has dark skin like an Indian, but his face is a genuine Korean appearance.
His eyes are very small, similar to Li Ronghao's, but his eyes are very sharp, which is a little different from other Koreans. When I look at him, he will also stare at my eyes. His cheeks are very thin, his skin seems to be separated from his muscles, very loose, his nose has a little eagle hook, his lips are thin at the top and bottom, and his outline is straight and clear. His mental state is very nervous. Although he is introducing himself, he always observes our every move with his pair of squint eyes.
Hearing his proactive self-introduction, I nodded, quickly revealed my identity and said: Hello, my name is Yang Daqing, I am a Chinese policeman, do you need me to help you?
He heard the word "cop" and his body was obviously stiffened, but his expression did not change at all. He nodded and said: Can you give me some food?
His tone of Mandarin in Chinese is similar to that of Xiaoyan and the Koreans, and they all seem to have a very strange emphasis.
Xiaoyan had already returned to the car and took out the bag of food that my aunt had stuffed into the car to give us food on the road before leaving. She didn't pick it and handed it to Nam Sung-jae.
The bag contains some Korean food, including cakes, muffins, scallion pancakes and a lot of fruits.
When Nam Sung-jae saw the food, she widened her eyes, said thank you, and took the plastic bag, grabbed the cake with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth.
Seeing that he was having a bad meal, Xiaoyan quickly went back to the car and took two bottles of pure water.
Can you tell me about your army number and your specific work unit?Although I am not a criminal policeman, I still have the vigilance and sensitivity that a policeman should have.
Nam Sung-jae didn't answer, and still ate it voraciously, but he took out a notebook the size of a dark red cigarette box from his arms, clamped it with two fingers, and reached it in front of him and waved it at me.
I leaned over and took the small notebook. When I opened it, I found that it was a ID folder with a waterproof plastic jacket, with three photos and IDs full of Korean texts.
I was a little embarrassed, the photo must be his, but the words on it are not in Chinese, I don’t know them.
If others have problems, then these documents must be problematic, but you still have to show them to Xiaoyan, she can understand those Korean languages with complex structures.
Xiaoyan nodded while looking: That’s right!His name is Nam Sung-jae.
What documents are they all?I'll ask.
One is the officer certificate of the Korean People's Army, one is their North Korean driver's license, and the other is... a special ID card?Xiaoyan explained to me while looking through these documents.
These documents are similar in size to our ID card, but the texture seems a little simple. Although the surface is waterproof, it feels soft to the touch and it seems to rot at any time.
Can you tell me about your mission?
Seeing that his food speed had slowed down, I thought he could answer the question, so I still wanted to find out what happened. After all, in this wilderness, there is such a suspicious person with disheveled hair and face, so I still need to review it carefully.
He wiped his mouth, raised his neck and drank a whole bottle of pure water. He didn't get up, but sat on the ground and said slowly: We are working together with your People's Liberation Army. We can only talk to you so much. You are just a policeman and have no right to ask about our Korean People's Army!
What he said made me feel a little tight of my chest.
Indeed, in China, our local governments have no jurisdiction over military affairs, but there are also regulations that if a soldier goes out to the local area, he still needs to accept and cooperate with the management of local law enforcement departments. This is our national policy, but I really don’t understand the rules of North Korea, so I have to look at Xiaoyan.
Xiaoyan smiled and said: The troops are indeed more powerful than anything else, so don’t ask randomly.
But if you don’t ask clearly, what if he is a bad guy who is taking advantage of the troubled waters?Even if he is not a bad person, if he is a defector from the North and I am a policeman, I can't explain to my police uniform if he gets confused.
I work in the mainland, far away from border areas such as Yanbian and Hunchun, and usually I can't get in touch with these strange things. However, I still know that there are often people who risk their lives to escape from there, or who have escaped to countries with extradition policies with South Korea, or simply stay in China for aggrieved life. Most of these people are not bad people. They just feel that they can't live there anymore and are desperate to come here to seek a glimmer of hope.
I took out my cell phone and prepared to call the police station here and ask them to handle it. But when I took out my cell phone, I found that the signal here was only one. I tried to dial 110, but I couldn't dial it out.
It turns out that the signal in that frame is also virtual.
No signal?Seeing that I was calling, Xiaoyan quickly took out her cell phone and looked at it, shaking her head to signal that her cell phone had no signal.
Nam Sung-jae may be full, and looked at me squintly and said: Your capitalist things are still useless!
My face twitched a little and I asked him in surprise: Capitalism?We are your big brother, okay?How do we be capitalist?
He looked at me with some contempt on his face and said: I thank you for the food you two give me, but there is no need to say anything about Big Brother. If our fathers hadn't fought bloody battles, you would have been destroyed by American dogs long ago!
you……!
I was so angry that I couldn't speak. I wanted to point at his nose and scold him for being heartless, but I didn't want to destroy the glorious and majestic image of our great power. After all, although there are only three people here now, it represents two countries that have been friendly for generations.
Xiaoyan glanced at me, and seemed to not care about Nam Sung-jae's words at all, and said with a smile: Are you full?All these foods are left for you, so let's go Ah.
Nam Seung-jae nodded and still sat on the ground, but bowed to us and said: Thank you very much!Long live the friendship between Korea and China!
I waved my hand at him and said: You're welcome, long live the friendship between China and North Korea!
Seeing that I was shouting slogans seriously in front of others, Xiaoyan couldn't help laughing and said, "Husband, leave your coat for him. It's such a cold day, you see that he is wearing so little."
Xiaoyeon noticed carefully that Nam Sung-jae was trembling in the cold wind in the early morning.
My police coat was new, and I was a little reluctant to let it go. I went back to the car and took off all the police badges and logos on the cotton jacket I had taken off before, and handed them to Nam Sung-jae who was always sitting on the ground. He was not polite, so he took it and wrapped it on himself.
Xiaoyeon said apart from Nam Sung-jae in Korean and pulled me back into the car.
This time I got into the driver's seat, but Xiaoyan didn't insist on driving, so she took the initiative to go to the passenger seat.
Start the car and we continue to move forward.
It seemed like it was about a few kilometers inside, and the row of roadblocks reappeared in the middle of the road.
I read it during the day. The spring flood season is the first priority. The dam is prohibited and idle people are not allowed to enter!There is also a road monument under the street sign, with several powerful words engraved on it: Niuyueshan Reservoir.
I parked the car in front of the roadblock, and I took out my phone and took a look, but there was still no signal.
Big-eyed thief, we have to walk in.Xiaoyan didn't get off the car, and sat on the passenger seat and looked towards the reservoir.
Why is the mobile phone signal so bad here?I asked a little strangely.
I don't know, it might be a problem in the mountains... Xiaoyan answered me while putting a coat on herself.
I raised my phone high, turned around and tried in all directions. It seemed that the phone was lifting a little higher and there was a signal.
You want to call?Xiaoyan asked strangely.
I nodded and said: That North Korean is very strange, I have to call the police station to call the police.
As I said that, I pushed the door and got out of the car, and raised my hand over the roof. Sure enough, the signal was obviously much better near the reservoir, and there were two signals. I quickly entered the number 110 on the keyboard, and was about to dial through, Xiaoyan shouted beside me: Don’t make a phone call!Don't call the police!
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