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My mind is a mess right now.
Who is this black man who suddenly appears?
How could Bayi and Roger's reaction be so strange?
How would he know I was going to the woods?
Where is the El Dorado he said?
What does he mean by asking me to look at the tattoo on his wrist?
What is red sand?
He said be careful with him, referring to Terry?
I was confused by this sudden event.
"What Juke?" Bay, what's going on with you and Roger? I saw that the negro had gone, and turned to ask Bayi.
"Fox, Juke is what we call a subset of black people in the Surinamese rainforest, who are said to be descendants of a certain tribe in West Africa." Bayi's voice was still a little unnatural.
He swallowed his spit and continued, "That's a bunch of people who can cause uneasiness, they are gypsies in the rainforest, they are prophets, they are guardians. They like to wander through the rainforest, and unlike the passionate Gypsies, they are cold and dark. If you meet a Juke in the woods, it's not a lucky thing. You will never know whether they are going to help you or harm you. ”
"How do you think he's the Juke you're talking about?" I can't wait to know what that black man really is.
"Because, I saw a Juke when I was still logging in the forest in Suriname, why do I know that the black man is Juke?" It was because I saw that he was wearing the same necklace around his neck as the one I had seen before. When I asked my friend, he told me that the dark red necklace with the white pattern was strung with the neck bones of the leader of the howler monkey, which was a unique symbol of their family. Well, I'll tell you the story of that Juke I've seen, and you'll understand how disturbing they are. ”
Roger also turned back at this time, and asked somewhat darkly, "Bayi, will what the negro said be true?" Will Ram be in danger? ”
I comforted him: "In China, Ram's illness is completely controllable, and I don't know here, but it is true that he can no longer drink alcohol, which is easy to induce." ”
Roger's brother Ram suddenly had a seizure some time ago when he was arguing with people outside, and his family did not expect him to have this disease.
This very common disease has become difficult to regulate in Guyana, where medical conditions are lagging behind.
"It's all right, Roggy, Ram hasn't committed another crime lately, didn't the doctor say it too, pay more attention and you won't be fine." I'll go on to tell you the story of that Juke I've seen. By this time it was already dark.
As the rain grew heavier, the people attending the banquet began to leave one after another.
Bayi changed into a more comfortable position, opened a bottle of beer and began to tell his story: "I was logging with my stepfather and cousin on the upper Salamarca River in Suriname, and occasionally catching some ornamental fish to sell to wildlife farms.
(Wildlife farms are places that specialize in buying all kinds of wild animals and watching fish, they generally circle a small piece of land, and a certain amount of the purchase is shipped to pet stores or circuses in the United States, Canada, the Netherlands and other countries in containers.) Wildlife is sometimes used to smuggle drugs. ）
Near the camp where we settled, there were also a couple of black fishing tents.
At that time, every week there would be cars coming in to feed and transport the wood out. We would both rest for two days after the wood was transported.
Once, while we were loading wood into a truck, a strange black man came to our camp and watched us load it not far away without saying a word.
The man was dressed strangely, barefoot, in a long, wide robe, with half of his shoulders exposed, a necklace around his neck like the black man today, a red, blue, and black belt wrapped around his waist, and a Brazilian-style mountain knife in his hand. (It is a straight-edged knife, unlike the wide-headed curved blade knife commonly used in Guyana, which is extremely rigid, has poor toughness, and is easy to break.) ）
I had never seen anyone dressed like this, and when I saw him standing there without speaking, I walked over and asked him if he needed help.
He looked at the fisherman's tent on the other side and asked me, 'Did you move my net when you were fishing yesterday?' ’
We did see a strange net when we went out early in the morning to collect the net, not the kind of thin eye net that catches ornamental fish, nor the set net for catching big fish, but a blue nylon wire net.
Fox, you know, blue nylon wire mesh we only use on big rivers like the Demlala River,"
"Well, yes, it was a large catfish that lived near the mouth of the Damlara River, a larger catfish that lived near the mouth of the Damlara River, a manatee (the manatee was the best delicacy in the Demlala River, and I used to catch one of the nets one evening with Bayi when I was on my farm, and the taste was indescribably delicious, as the locals say, the different parts of the manatee's meat have chicken, pork, and beef, and it is not an exaggeration to say). I replied.
Bayi lit a cigarette and continued.
"Yes, I wondered why anyone would put such a net in this river, and my cousin picked up the net with a paddle, and there was nothing on it."
Later, we bypassed it to collect our own nets, and when we finished collecting the fish and walked back, we didn't find the net, I think it may be that the owner took it back, and this net will not catch anything all day. At this time, when I heard this strange black man ask, I asked him: 'Is it a blue nylon wire net?' ’
'Yes, I disappeared yesterday when I went back to collect it, and just when I saw your ship walking past where I got out of the net, I came to ask about it.' ’
Finally knowing who the owner of the net is, it is not strange that such a strange person can not catch anything under the river, right? Oh well."
Bayi grinned a few times and continued, "I told him he had seen the net, but when he walked back, it was gone, thinking he had taken it back." He looked at me for a moment in disbelief, and then went to the black fishing tent near us.
After a while, I heard a quarrel over there. After a few minutes of stopping, I saw the strangely dressed man walking quickly out of the black tent, and as I walked past me, I heard him muttering something he couldn't understand very quickly, and his tone sounded like he was angry.
By this time, the wood had been loaded.
The stepfather came up to me and patted me and said, "Son, what happened to that Juke?" Who made him angry? ’
The first time I heard the name, I was curious and asked my stepfather: 'Bushman (the name of Bayi's stepfather), what is Zucker?' Just now he came over and asked me if I had touched his net, and I told him no, and then he went to the tent over there, probably arguing with the blacks. ’
After listening to me, my stepfather looked at the tent over there and smiled and said, 'Wait for the good show, those black people are going to be unlucky.' ’
I still didn't understand his words, so I asked, 'What did you just say about Juke?' That black man is Juke? Is it a name? ’
My stepfather told me, 'Juke is what people call some of the black people in the rainforest of Suriname. They claim to be descendants of a mysterious tribe in West Africa, they are always alone, they are always wandering in the rainforest, and they do not have a fixed residence.
Moreover, every ZhuKe will have some kind of witchcraft or something, and for those who provoke them, Zhu Ke will keep in mind the opportunity to take revenge.
As long as they set their sights on someone, that person will be unlucky. A long time ago I had a friend who told them to ruin their home.
Therefore, the people who know their existence are very jealous of these Jukes and will not provoke them, and those people may not know the identity of Najuk, so they will quarrel with him. ’
I asked my stepfather, 'Then how do you know he's Juke?' I saw nothing special about him except to dress strangely. ’
Did you notice the necklace he was wearing? Only Juke would wear a necklace like that, the neck bones of the howler monkey leader strung together, the red, legend has it that it was dyed with the blood of the river monster, and the white pattern was their unique symbol, so I knew his identity as soon as I saw the necklace he was wearing. ’
That day, after we finished loading the wood, as usual, to take a break, my cousin and I took my stepfather's bow and arrow and went deep into the forest to see if we could get some meat to eat.
After catching two guinea pigs, as we walked back, we found the small grass hut of The Juk.
Because of his stepfather's warnings, plus his cousin's knowledge of some of Juke's things, he didn't dare to get too close.
My cousin dragged me behind a bush some distance from the grass hut to see what Junker was doing, and Heuk sat on a tree stump outside the hut smoking a cigarette, and when the wind blew, he could faintly smell marijuana.
He smoked for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked at us, and my cousin and I thought he had found us, and was just about to run, when we saw him get up and go back to the grass shed, take out a small yellow drum and sit on the ground and start banging.
I couldn't understand what he was hitting, not at all like the usual drum beat in the Caribbean.
We saw that he had been knocking there, bored, so we got up and walked back. Not far away, we saw a black man walking toward us with a large roll of fishing nets on his shoulders, and we had all met him, one of the blacks who were fishing.
As he passed us, I asked him, 'Brother, you brought the man a fishing net?' ’
But he didn't say a word, and his eyes were very confused and he continued to move forward.
I thought things were weird, so I suggested that my cousin follow him behind to see what was going on.
We followed carefully in the back.
After a while he came to the grass hut of Najuk. My cousin and I hid behind the bush we had hidden last time.
The negro went to Juke's hut and put down the net and stood still.
Then Juke asked him, 'Do you have a fishing net?' ’
The Negro replied, 'Yes, I sent you back.' ’
'What about the stuff inside?' Zucker asked with his drumstick down.
The Negro thought for a moment and said, 'Run. ’
I was very curious, that kind of net can really catch living things in that river?
The two men spoke a few more words, in a language that neither of us understood.
Later, Zucker picked up the drumsticks again and began to beat them, and the negro turned and walked back quickly with the sound of the drums.
He walked in a strange way, his hands hanging straight and dangling as if there were no bones, and after a while he couldn't see them.
My cousin and I were so scared that we squatted in the bushes and didn't dare to move.
Because Najuk kept looking this way, after a while, he put down the drumstick to put the drum away, hummed a song in his mouth, and began to sort out the fishing net.
We saw that he stopped paying attention to this side and quietly got up and walked back.
By the time we got to our tent it was almost dark.
My stepfather was waiting for us at the tent door, and when he saw us back, he asked us with some concern: 'Where have you been?' There was an accident in the black tent over there just now, and a group of people left in a panic carrying one of their guys, and the tent was confiscated and left.
When I went to another tent and asked them they told me: 'The guy had both arms soft, couldn't touch the bones, and wasn't conscious, kept saying jah jah bless me, ran, it ran.' The people they were with saw him like this and were afraid that he would die, so they took him out to see a doctor. ’
My cousin and I understood that it was Najuk who did it!
Fox, you don't know, my legs were a little soft at the time, and if Najuk had found me and my cousin, I don't know what would have happened to us. Juke was horrible. ”
"What happened to the man afterwards?" Is it cured? "I can't wait to see how things turn out.
Bayi picked up his hands and put them on the back of his head, and said lazily; "I don't know, they didn't go back until we left, Fox, do you know why I was so surprised just now?"
Without waiting for me to answer, he continued, "Because I did accidentally kill a doe in the woods, and I found out when I was cleaning up that it was a pregnant doe." Because I didn't want to waste food, I took it back and ate it, and didn't tell the camp that it was a pregnant doe, which only I knew, how could he know? It's so weird!
Also, he said don't eat catfish. Fox, you know, my favorite food is catfish, this Juke seems to be able to read people's minds, it's terrible.
When he stared at you, he gave me the feeling that all the protections were failing, that he was being slaughtered, and that he was gone, forget about him, and drink. ”
I opened a bottle of beer, took a sip and said, "Well, no matter what he is, the Chinese dialect, there is wine in this day and drunk in this day, which cares about the right and wrong of the coming day, hehe, Roji, don't think about it, drink." ”
"Haha... Chinese is really interesting, come on, brothers, there is wine in this day and drunk in this day. Bayi opened another bottle and handed it to Roger.
At this time, Roji gradually returned to normal, holding the bottle and "meowing", grinning: "Brothers, cheers." ”
It rained all night and we drank all night too. In the early morning, Sophia photographed us one by one and dragged us to help clean up.
So, we drunkenly cleaned up and went home to sleep.
I went back to sleep until the night, and when I woke up, my head was still a little dizzy.
I ran to take a cold shower to wake up a little, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of soda and poured it down, and finally felt more comfortable. I did drink a little too much last night, and I don't know if Bayi woke up.
Go over to him to plan what you need to buy tomorrow, go into the rainforest, and if you miss something you need, there is no place to make up. I got dressed and went out to find Bayi.
When I was about to arrive at the door of Baye's house, I met a pig in the neighboring village (a black man in the neighboring village, named Brian, because he had worked in the pig shed of our farm for a while, and everyone in the village called him Piglet, and he liked to come to Cowidon to play, and he had a good relationship with the people here) from Bayi's house.
When he saw me, he asked, "Fox, I went to look for you at noon, and you can't wake up when you sleep, you know?" Something happened to Ram. ”
A bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and I hurriedly asked, "What happened?" Didn't he stay at home all the time last night? ”
At this time, Bayi also came out, looking at him as if he already knew what had happened, with a look of sadness on his face, he closed the courtyard door and turned around: "Just now the piglet came and told me, let's go, go to Roger's house, let's talk on the way." ”
I already had a vague premonition of what was happening.
Piglet hurried with us to Logie's house.
Piggy told me on the way that he went to Roger's house in the morning to buy bread and the store was not open.
Listening to his neighbors, Last night Ram fell ill again after stealing alcohol at home, and was sent to Georgetown Hospital for rescue overnight, and has not returned.
His family was home only to his sister. Piggy went to ask, his sister did not know the result, and by noon he went to inquire again, and as a result, Ram did not rescue him and had already left.
Aunt Joan entrusted him with his help to report to the village houses, and when I arrived at my place, I was asleep.
He called outside the courtyard door for a while and no one agreed, and went to Bayi's house, where he was also sleeping. He went back to dinner to prepare to go back to Roger's house to see if there was anything he could help, and when he passed by Bayi's house and saw the door open, he went in and told Bayi Ram about it.
Ten minutes later we arrived at Roger's house.
Preparations for Ram's funeral began that night.
Unlike traditional Chinese funerals, ordinary people's funerals are not as cumbersome as in China. They are called wick houses. (I remember that it seemed to be spelled this way, saying more and writing less, which made me very unfamiliar with the spelling of some words, I remember looking it up before, this should be the custom of the Scottish side, I don't know how to run to Guyana.) ）
During the seven days of mourning, a shed was built in the yard. Then prepare wine and coffee, biscuits, cheese, tea, these few things. Then there's poker, dominoes.
In Indian religious music, people drink and chat, play poker and dominoes, and accompany people who have lost loved ones, usually until midnight, and some people play all night.
In short, items such as wine, tea and biscuits will always be served, during which it is rare to see mourners as sad as in domestic funerals, perhaps this is also a manifestation of the Guyana people's Lotte character.
There are exceptions, after all, the loss is a loved one, and not being sad is fake.
There was a person in the village who was not very familiar, and when I first moved to the village, I died in a car accident in front of my house.
I was also curious about what happened to the funeral in Guyana, so I followed a friend to their house.
Downstairs was a crowd of people drinking and chatting, the deceased had no children yet, and his only relative was his wife.
Accompanied by two friends, his wife sat on the stairs in silent tears. The two people on the side who persuaded her were also infected with tears, which was the most tragic funeral I had ever seen in Guyana.
Later, there was another time, the appeal was much worse, and it even had a bit of a dramatic taste in my opinion.
It was Terry's niece, Nick's sister.
Her other younger brother, Nick's older brother, is also a gold digger and works as a diver on Terry's team.
Because some small thing provoked an Indian woman cooking in the camp at that time, she was on her way home at the end of a working period, and when she rested halfway, she suddenly shouted a headache. Then he fell out of the hammock and rolled over on the ground, and several people couldn't hold it.
Terry left all his equipment there, and with a few people rushed to take his nephew to the National Hospital in Georgetown.
Helplessly, the doctor could not find out what the disease was, only that it might be cerebral hemorrhage, but there was no sign of bleeding. Cerebral hemorrhage, as far as I know, can be unconscious or hang up, but according to Terry, his nephew is shouting all the way to Georgetown National Hospital, which is really strange.
Just like that, he shouted all night.
(To be continued)
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