Chapter 194 The city of romance? The city of thieves!

Paris Syndrome (Japanese: パリ syndrome), or Paris Syndrome, originally just refers to the Japanese people who are so disappointed after actually going to Paris that they fall into a state of collapse and disorder. Later, the term was extended to mean that people who love French culture experience a disorder after going to Paris.

The massive cultural shock that came after France was ultimately shattered.

At the same time, there are also psychological states that are full of beautiful fantasies, but are later ruthlessly broken by reality.

This is how Fu Tiao feels about Paris at this moment.

He never imagined that when he got off the train from Brussels to Paris, someone would snatch the bag of the girl who was traveling with him in front of him.

Looking at the black figure who could run so fast that he could even be a stuntman or parkour athlete, Fu Diao felt a little bit disillusioned for no reason.

Although his imagination of Paris is not as beautiful as other people's, there is still a little bit of fantasy in it.

After all, Paris has produced so many top artists and musicians, and is called the romantic city by countless people. During the previous discussion with Zhao Chengzhen, Zhao Chengzhen also discussed Paris with him.

At that time, Chopin developed his career in Paris. As the most expensive private music teacher in Paris, his reputation in Paris had almost reached its peak. All the celebrities and nobles had heard of such a handsome man who played the piano well.

handsome guy.

He also experienced countless wonderful nights with many local ladies.

What Fu Diao was thinking at that time was that Paris is indeed a romantic city, and the things that happened in Paris were too exciting, right? It sounded very interesting, which also made Fu Diao already a little excited when he was in Brussels.

Looking forward to the scene in Paris.

Who would have thought that Paris would turn into such a mess?

Robbery in the street! Surprisingly, everyone around him looked like he was used to it, and his expression didn’t even show any signs of movement!

Isn’t this too outrageous?

Only the girl who followed him from Brussels to Paris was still screaming, but her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally became extremely low and silent.

She also found very clearly that no one seemed to care about robberies in Paris.

After Fu Diao grabbed his package and stepped off the train, the two of them stayed on the platform for almost ten minutes. Finally, several people were wearing bulletproof vests, with their hands on their chests, and pistols on their waists or hanging on their chests.

A policeman armed with a submachine gun came over and stopped in front of them.

After several police officers looked at each other, the female police officer among them sighed, took two steps forward, and spoke in English to Fu Tiao and the girl.

"Sir, Madam, how can I help you?"

"Her bag had just been robbed. It seemed to be a black man. He was only wearing long pants and short sleeves. He was relatively strong and athletic."

After the girl struggled for a long time and couldn't explain the situation, Fu Diao could only sigh helplessly and said to the police: "I only saw this. As for what was in the package she was robbed, I don't know."

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"Oh, so, madam, do you have anything to add?" The female police officer nodded thoughtfully, took out the notebook in her hand to record it, and asked the girl who was traveling with Fu Diao: "

If there is nothing to add, I will file a case for you first and will notify you if there is any news."

"ah……"

The girl raised her head, glanced at the policemen surrounding her and Fu Diao beside her, shook her head slightly, rubbed her head to calm herself down, and then spoke in French.

"Hello police officers, I would like to add to my lost items. There are only some musical scores in my package. My ID and wallet are all in my luggage bag. The price of these musical scores is not too high.

There are a total of five music scores, namely Liszt's "Bells", Beethoven's "Passionate", Beethoven's "Moonlight", Chopin's "Piano Ballade No. 1" and Kapustin's "Concert Etudes". The purchase price is approximately

It’s more than 100 euros, less than 150 euros, but my package is of very high value..."

"Well, I've recorded the music score, but what about your package? How much is your package worth?"

"That bag costs 3,000 euros. It belongs to Louis Vuitton. This bag was passed down to me by my grandmother. Because it looks rather old-fashioned, I just habitually use it to package music scores..."

When she said this, she couldn't help but sigh. Who would have thought that such an old-fashioned bag could still be robbed.

But maybe the thief was so excited when he opened the package after he robbed it? There was not a penny in the package, it was all music scores.

Who would have thought that a woman’s handbag would contain music scores?

After registering again, the policeman nodded and said, "Okay, just take out your ID and register it with us, as well as your personal contact information. If we find your package or your lost

items, we will notify you."

"OK……"

The girl nodded with a grimace. After hearing these words, she had basically stopped thinking about it. She felt that she could only go back and buy a few more pieces of music.

In fact, the price of music scores is not bad, a piece of music is tens of euros, but the most important thing about music scores is the markings on it. The markings on a piece of music were learned by her after taking many, many lessons.

This value is much higher than other values.

However, when she turned her head and flipped through her package, the expression on her face changed again. From calm at the beginning, it gradually turned red, and then turned black again.

She found that a small hole had been secretly cut into her travel bag at some point, and her wallet and personal identification documents had long since disappeared, but some of her personal clothes were still there.

But looking at the situation, she felt that she might be missing a few pieces of clothing.

How long had it been since I left the car? It was first robbed and then stolen.

Is this place really Paris, known as the romantic city?

For a moment, her expression gradually became more painful, and she hugged her head with both hands, not wanting to say a word.

Are you kidding? Why is it like this?

When the policemen who were preparing to register saw the change in her expression, they immediately understood something. After looking at each other again, they shrugged.

"Okay, I roughly know what your situation is now. Do you have any other identification? If not, please write down your phone number, email address, name, age, height and eye color here first.

If we find your package based on the information on these ID cards, we will send you a message."

"so be it……"

The girl wrote her name on the notice in despair, sighed, packed the package again to make sure it wouldn't fall when she walked, and spread her hands helplessly to Fu Tiao.

"Sorry, Teacher Fu, I made you laugh."

"How should I put it? I feel like I have opened my eyes to Paris..."

Fu Tiao was also helpless.

The two of them were obviously sitting there without moving much. Who would have imagined that someone could actually cut off her bag and steal her wallet.

Isn’t this too outrageous?

The police seemed to be used to this kind of operation and didn't say much. After registering, they gave her a note and left directly. It seemed that someone was being robbed in the distance.

After Fu Tiao watched the group of police officers leave, he thought for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "By the way...why don't you go to them and ask for surveillance or something?"

"Monitoring? What kind of monitoring?" The girl looked confused. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized and waved her hand: "Sorry, Mr. Fu, you may be from China. I don't know. We don't have surveillance here, especially

In such large public places, there is basically no surveillance..."

"Ah? Why?"

"Because of personal privacy." Although the girl was still immersed in the heaviness of being robbed and then stolen, she still explained to Fu Diao: "It existed before, but then personal privacy issues became more and more serious, so it was

It was demolished, and all the remaining surveillance cameras were labeled with warning signs. If the surveillance cameras were set up without warning signs, they would not be recognized. Only some banks still have surveillance cameras..."

"That's it...then how will these police deal with your problem?"

"These are probably being handled together. If my wallet is found later, I will be called. At the same time, the thief will also be held responsible. If it is not found, there is nothing we can do." She said.

As he said this, he couldn't help but shook his head, and then added to Fu Diao.

"Oh, by the way, Teacher Fu, if you encounter such a problem, you must call the police. No matter what, remember to call the police! Because if you don't call the police, the thieves will not be able to find the owner of the things they robbed.

It’s theft! So even if you want them to be fined heavier, you must remember to call the police!”

"Forehead……"

Fu Diao didn't know what to say for a while. He could only say that everyone has his own ambitions.

Fu Diao shook his head, touched his wallet in his pocket, breathed a sigh of relief when he found it was still there, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The call was quickly connected, and a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Bonjour, Fu Tiao! Have you arrived in Paris now?"

"Yes, just landed."

"Okay, I happen to be near Paris Central Station. Just wait a moment, I'll be here right away."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and Fu Tiao also put away his phone and looked around with a little vigilance.

After what happened to the girl just now, he had some PTSD inexplicably. He always felt that a thief might appear out of nowhere and steal his wallet from the people around him.

He is different from these people. He doesn't have much money. Deutsche Grammophon has not settled the money for his tour this month. If his wallet is stolen before the settlement, then he may really

I have to drink the northwest wind.

The girl quickly came out of her discomfort. She looked at Fu Diao, slightly hesitant, and then asked curiously: "Teacher Fu, who did you call just now?"

"An acquaintance."

Fu Tiao put his schoolbag on his chest, sat next to her, and said casually: "There is a person who has lived in Paris for a few years. Because we have communicated before, we are familiar with him, so I called him."

"That's it..."
To be continued...