"The police are here. Huh, why aren't they going in? Why are they just standing at the door?"
"Colonel Philips seems to be talking to a foreign man." She looked again and then turned back, scrutinizing Jiang Nuan up and down, and said confidently, "There seems to be someone from your home country outside."
Someone from Hua Country outside?
Jiang Nuan was taken aback, quite surprised.
In this small city of Mahali, there are very few people from Hua Country. The foreign population is mostly African, with dark skin and eyes more common than yellow skin and black eyes. There are also quite a few Africans among the police, but Hua Country people are rare, probably because the city is so small, making it particularly easy to identify.
"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Jiang Nuan asked her in the local language.
