I will also tell you about my experience, a series of home invasions and robberies like a joke.

After "Wolf Warrior 2" was broadcast, we in Africa all cried out for Africa, because the chaos in Africa described in the movie was a bit exaggerated. However, Africa is still Africa after all, with backward economic development and low cultural quality. In addition, Africans are inherently wild and passionate. When living or traveling in Africa, you should be careful. Safety is a top priority. If you really encounter an accident, the more nervous you are, the calmer you need to be. Now let me tell you about a series of home invasion and robbery cases that are similar to my own jokes, so that you can take them as a warning.

1.

Around 9:30 in the evening on October 2, it rained heavily that night. Almost all the three of us stationed at the camp had washed themselves and prepared to rest. There was a sudden power outage. I was halfway through washing my feet, but power outages are very common during the rainy season, so I could only curse "bad luck" and go pour out the foot-washing water in the dark.

I looked around and suddenly felt something was not quite right. The neighbors all around had electricity, but my house was pitch black. Immediately afterwards, there was a knock on the door downstairs. We looked down from the window and saw a black man. After he saw us, he said hello to us and then said that he was from the electric power company. There was something wrong with our electricity and he asked us to go down and take a look. I was so anxious to ask for electricity that I almost went down. In the blink of an eye, I thought, no, how could someone from the power company come in this middle of the night? Then I shouted at the window: NO. And asked him directly: Why did we turn off the electric switch?

Once we see this person, we don’t want to go down anymore. He started to say in English: He has some information downstairs, let us go down and get it, or we can get it tomorrow. When leaving, he pushed up our switch and did not forget to say: Good night.

The next day, I went downstairs and saw an envelope. When I opened the envelope, I found that it did not contain any information related to electricity bills, but an adoption statement written in English, French, and Chinese. He said he was seventeen years old and needed help. Liar, he also said that he was from the electric power company. We told the landlord about this matter. The landlord is a university professor with a lot of money, no children and no wife. After reading the letter asking for help, the landlord said that this must be a scam and reminded us that if we encounter this kind of situation, we must be careful. You can't go downstairs, but don't act too scared.

2.

We are stationed in a wealthy area of ??Yaounde. There are African villas on the front, back and left. From the outside, it looks like our Chinese farmhouse. There is only one house on the right, which has been abandoned for a long time and has a big hole in the courtyard wall. There is a big mango tree in the yard. During the mango harvest season, children often get in through the big hole and steal mangoes. Unfortunately, his house shares a courtyard wall with ours, and his house is on a high ground. You can jump from his house to my yard. This hidden danger has always been known, but who knew that the hidden danger would break out as soon as it broke out?

Around 8:30 pm on October 6, I came out of the room and saw a black man standing at the door of the living room. I opened the door, he turned his head, and we looked at each other for a second. Because of fear, I quickly turned around and closed the door, shouting: Someone was entering the house. I found the knife that had been hidden in the room, and joined the other two roommates who came after hearing the news in the living room.

My roommate immediately discovered that her cell phone and computer in the living room were missing, and so was my wallet. We were on the second floor. The three of us rushed to the door together, turned on the balcony lights, and shouted downstairs: There is a thief, thief, don’t run away. At this time, we heard footsteps on the first floor again. The three of us didn't know where the courage came from at that time. We locked the door and rushed to the first floor with our tools and flashlights.

The neighbor’s security guard heard the sound and looked towards us. I asked him for help: There is a thief in our house, please help us. At this time, the security guard came to our yard with his gun and baton. With police protection, the three of us searched the yard with flashlights. Of course, we didn’t catch up in time, even though we had the guy in our hands (a kitchen knife, a pocket knife, a mop, and an iron rod) and shouted loud enough. Although the thunder was loud and the raindrops were small, the thief still ran away.

The next day, I went to the landlord again and told him in an embellished manner that measures must be taken, otherwise it will be us who attract thieves this time, and it will be you on the first floor next time. The landlord kept nodding and saying, yes, yes, yes.

That night, around nine o'clock, there were two more black men downstairs. We first shouted: Who are you and why are you in our yard? They were chattering in French, and the only word they could understand was "help." We had an idea and immediately changed our attitude and said in English: OK, just wait, we will go down to help you right away. Here, call the landlord immediately and say: Come here quickly to catch the thief, they are here again. It turned out that these two people were security guards sent by the landlord, which made us sweat. They didn't speak English or French. The only "help" they could understand was not to help them, but to help us.

3.

In the days after it was stolen, we lived in fear. When he was scared, he yelled at the thief that he would not die well. I was frugal this month to save some money, and when I went back to my country for vacation, I went out for some fun, but my wallet was gone. My roommate, who kept saying she wanted to write a thesis, moved her computer one night to start working, but the computer was stolen. We teased her and said: You see you are not academic material at all. Then we started making our own pepper spray, thinking about buying a dog or a gun so that we could kill the thief next time we met him.

On the morning of October 10th, my roommate suddenly ran into my room and said that there was someone living in the abandoned house. He had been spying on us. I felt that he was the thief. There happened to be two local students at our house at that time. There were so many people that we were brave, so we did the next very stupid thing.

We walked to the abandoned house, where a seventeen- or eight-year-old child lived. He started to tremble with fear when he saw us. I saw that his body shape was very similar to that of the thief I stared at that night. One student controlled him, and another student called the police. The three of us began to search his room. I found the brown T-shirt and black pants that the thief wore that night. I was 80% sure that he was the thief. However, we found no loot.

When the boy saw that we didn’t find any stolen goods, he suddenly became arrogant. He shouted in French: Why are you searching my things? What evidence do you have to prove that I stole things? If I am a thief, why don't I leave? From the sound of his voice, I immediately remembered that he was the person who went to my house that night, turned off my electric switch, and gave us the adoption letter.

He looked really hateful. My martial arts roommate kicked him on the head and froze when he landed. It was obvious that she was really angry. I yelled at him half-threateningly and half-questioning in English. I don’t know which sentence touched him, but he suddenly replied me in English. Then, immediately switch back to French mode and continue to pretend to be innocent. This made me even more sure that he was the thief.

Then, the "police" the student called appeared. We really should have evacuated the scene at this time. This was the biggest mistake we made.

I checked again and found out that the students did not call the police, but called a local gangster. The local snake and his little brother beat the thief randomly, and the thief cried loudly. We should have left, but we didn't evacuate. The local snake ordered the thief to pack his things and move out of the abandoned house. The thief cried exaggeratedly. We really should go.

The thief’s cries disturbed the neighbors. A local African woman said: Don’t beat him to death. He is not the main culprit, he has an accomplice who is older and he is still a child. Suddenly, public opinion seems to have swung to the side of the thief. I explained to these neighbors: We are not beating him to death, we are just asking him to tell the truth. However, these explanations became so pale as the thief cried louder and louder. Later, we paid to throw the thief into a taxi to the train station and let him go, although we knew that with his legs on him, he still had a companion, and he would definitely come back again.

4.

It has been two days since this incident, and it seems that the thief has not come back, and no one seems to have come to retaliate against us. I hope the current ending is the final ending.

We did nothing wrong in questioning or intimidating the thief. However, if we calm down, there are actually better ways, such as letting the landlord or the police deal with the thief, instead of exposing us three Chinese girls at the center of this farce in a foreign country.

When you go out, you must be careful about your own personal safety and the safety of your property where you live. In addition, when encountering problems, you must be calm, calm, and calm again, and rely on the power of the organization instead of making heroic mistakes and using your own weak strength to try to provoke the sword of justice.

Learn from the pain, calm down, calm down, the more excited you are, the more calm you need to be.