Chapter 13 step back

Kasper and Zobel, unhose the man who is caught.The sight of poor Mr. Dingbermore made their hearts ache. While helping Mr. Ding Beimo put on his uniform, the two apologized more than twelve times for their misidentification, for making him suffer, and for being really sorry. "Actually," Casper said solemnly, "it's all because of the bad laundry. No one would have thought that the uniform could be washed so quickly." "That's right," Police Chief Ding Beimo complained, "Life is mostly unpredictable. Huo Zhenbo is a lucky guy, and besides that, he is not very smart.

"I wanted to talk about you, it really made me suffer... Forget it, let it flow away like water! Find a slightly more comfortable place and lie down for a while. Who will arrive tomorrow morning Here, let us out." "Tomorrow morning?" Kasper objected, "We can't wait that long!" "Why exactly?" "There's also the matter of grandma." Zoebel said, "Huo Zhenbo wants to do something to grandma. That guy leaked this matter to us himself." "So, you can't just stay here." Casper urged, "You must get out of here immediately!"

Mr. Dingbelmore, of course, agreed. The three of them worked together to shake the door, bent the iron grille on the window, and knocked on the wall to find a thin spot.But all to no avail. "How about digging under the threshold?" said Zobel, "because I found something nice over there..." Zobel dragged two shovels and a pickaxe from where the pump was kept. "What can you do with this!" They understand that the job is not easy.Perhaps Huo Zhenbo already knew that this method would not allow him to be free. The ground where the fire pump is placed is as hard as a rock, and the distance between the door and the fire truck is so narrow that only one person can work.

"Well," said Mr. Ding Beimer after a moment's pause, "back the car? There's at least a meter of space in the back!" "It would be nice to be able to do that," Kasper said. "The car is too heavy for us." "Too heavy?" The Minister of Police smiled. "Don't forget that the car has an engine. So just back a little bit." "And—where's the ignition key?" "Why an ignition key?" said Mr. Dingbermore. "The crank is under the driver's seat. It's always there. Everything is ready, understand?—especially fire trucks." It should be like this!"

Mr. Ding Beimer took off his saber, climbed into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and handed the crank handle to the two men. "Okay, give it a shake!" Kaspar and Zobel came to the front of the fire engine and turned the handle desperately.One turn, two turns.On the fourth turn, the crank bounced back and hit Zoebel on the thumb of his left hand. "Don't be discouraged!" Mr. Ding Beimer encouraged them both. "You understand, you have plum jam on your arms!" Kasper and Zobel gritted their teeth and continued to turn the crank.Turning to the twelfth lap, it finally succeeded.The engine roared to life.

Mr. Ding Beimer shifted into reverse and puffed heavily. The fire truck stayed put. "Hand brake!" Kaspar and Zobel shouted. "What?" asked Mr. Ding Beimer, "you can't hear anything about this voice?" "Hand, brake—!" Mr. Ding Beimo finally understood, and he let go of the handbrake.So, in the blink of an eye, the fire truck backed away "all the way". Hoo-ba-da-hoo hoo!The place where the fire pump was placed shook violently. Suddenly, Kaspar and Zobel's eyes and mouths were full of sand. The two of them slammed down on the ground.Kasper's nose touched the oil, and Zobel knocked off his hat and hit his head on a brick.

In the place where the fire pump was kept, suddenly the original silence returned, as Mr. Dingbelmore turned off the engine. "It's terrible!" exclaimed Mr. Dingbermore in a panic. "I made a mistake, I went a little too far, and it turned out like this!" Kasper and Zobel rose to their feet. The fire truck pierced through the rear wall where the fire pumps were located.The rear wheels stick out, comfortably bathed in moonlight. Through the big hole knocked in the wall, the three of them were able to come outside freely. "How wonderful!" said Casper, shaking hands with Mr. Dimbermore. "It looks like it was made just for us!"

Anyway, the car starts Mr. Ding Beimo was worried about grandma and wanted to take a step ahead on his bicycle. —Unexpectedly, unfortunately, the bicycle is gone. "That's outrageous!" he exclaimed, "that fellow has stolen not only the uniform but also the policeman's bicycle!"Is there such a thing as unreasonable? " "Let's go!" Kaspar urged, "Must go home!" "And faster!" added Zobel. "Yes, as fast as a fireman!" said Mr. Dingbellmore. The so-called "like a firefighter" is not a metaphor, but a real one. Both Kasper and Zoebel were very happy.

"Anyway, firstly, there's something urgent, and secondly, I don't have my bicycle," Mr. Ding Beimer went on, "I have to take the fire truck. Hey, start the engine!" Mr. Dingbelmore backed the car as far as he could turn. The two good friends just climbed into the firefighter's seat when the car had already driven away. Turn left, turn right, go through the marketplace, past the town hall, and run full speed down Bahnhofstrasse. Kaspar and Zobel felt as if they were riding on a fast scooter.Both of them relished the special fun of riding a fast scooter. They also tasted the ringing of their ears and the itching of their stomachs—and they felt like losing ten kilograms in one second and gaining fifteen kilograms in the next second, such a feeling.Ding Beimo drove very well.

Unfortunately, this happiness also only lasted a short time. Soon, the car braked "jitter--". Kaspar and Zobel slammed into the back of the driver's seat with a bang, "Okay, get down, here we are!" Seeing that the lights were on in grandma's house, they all stroked their chests and breathed a sigh of relief. But their surprise was even greater when they could no longer see grandma anywhere in the house. Mr. Ding Beimer's brow was wrinkled. "Grandma's been taken," he muttered, "like the bicycle and my uniform." Caspar was taken aback: "So, do you think it was snatched by Huo Zhenbo?"

"Stealing?" said Chief of Police Ding Beimo. "To grandma, it can't be called robbery, but abduction." Mr. Ding Beimo stretched out his chin and rattled his saber: "We must conduct reconnaissance immediately!" "Do what?" "Reconnaissance! Reconnaissance is to arrest the criminal and rescue grandma, everything we have to do. Anyway, the car started, and everyone set off in the car!" The fire truck was running, and the three of them searched everywhere in the area.From north to south, from west to east, there are main streets, back streets, and roads on the field. However, the whereabouts of the big thief Huo Zhenbo and his grandmother were not found at all. Around 1:30 in the middle of the night—unfortunately, right in the middle of the forest—the gas ran out.I just felt the sound of the engine was a bit strange, but after a while it didn't move, the car stopped. "Not even gasoline!" cursed Mr. Ding Beimer. "Is it really necessary to suffer today?" The three left the fire truck in the forest and walked back to the market town. A little after three o'clock, Kaspar and Zobel rolled down on the bed from exhaustion.They were so tired that they couldn't even take off their clothes. They fell asleep with their jackets, trousers, socks, shoes, and hats on.