a fish escaped through the seine(lòu wǎng zhī yú)

a fish escaped through the seine

A fish that escapes the net means a fish that escapes the net. It refers to a criminal who escaped by chance.

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Fish out of the net Saturday evening. I was on duty by the motorcade from dilina, Mexico. Whenever a car stops at my side, I ask the same question: "where are you from?" "what did you bring back?"; occasionally I check a truck. Or I ask a driver to stop and check more carefully. When I do that, there are always people who disclose the information in advance, or I have a hunch, but almost every inspection confirms that there is a problem. So I always pay attention to them. When I saw Drake, I had a hunch. He was in the outbound motorcade, driving a bright yellow convertible towards Mexico. His hood was down, and there was rock music on the radio. The whole car and the sound were too loud. It was like a magician playing tricks on the audience. I happened to be on duty that day. I took down his license plate number and prepared to search it when he returned. I was very attentive to that car, but it didn't come back when I got off work. I recorded the license plate number, color and vehicle type, handed them to the succeeding customs officer, and went home from work. The next night. I almost forgot the yellow convertible, but the next Saturday night. I saw it again. The hood was down. The radio was loud. As before, it was heading for dilina. The first time I felt the same way, I ran to the phone and called the Mexican customs office to ask them to check the convertible. When I got back to the gate, I saw that the yellow convertible had stopped at the Mexican Immigration Department. People in Khaki uniforms surrounded it. Two people were busy unloading the door. Others were checking the compartment and the car cover. Drake - whose name I didn't know at the time - stood by, smoking indifferently. I was busy checking the entry vehicles and didn't look over there for nearly an hour. When I looked up, I just watched the convertible drive away from the opposite customs. Drake turned to wave goodbye to a line of Mexican officials and left quickly. So they didn't find anything. I think he must have smuggled something into the United States. Therefore, I watched his return. I stayed a little longer after work that day and handed over the model, color and license plate number to my successor again. Please let everyone on duty tell this number to the next shift just in case. Monday and Tuesday I'm on holiday. But these two nights I call customs to ask if the car has been checked. The answer is No. That convertible didn't go through our border. He scolded himself for his stupidity. just because it goes abroad from here doesn't mean it will come back from here. Mexico has a long border with the United States. It has many places to go back to the United States. I went to my boss. I told him my doubts. And I sent them to all the gates in Mexico and California. As a customs officer, you must rely on the eyeliner and presentiment. Smuggling cases were cracked, 90% of the information provided by the eyeliner, and the other 10% were presentiment. I'll go back to my post and wait. We'll be informed as soon as we hear about the convertible. But nothing, nothing. On Saturday night, however, during the rush hour, I saw the yellow convertible enter Mexico again. At first, we thought it had been checked, but the people at other checkpoints didn't bother to inform us. My boss called to ask: where did the car come from to the United States? half an hour later, he got an answer: nothing. The customs officers at all levels have never seen the car. On such a long border, Drake is likely to find a way to sneak in and avoid customs. He can drive to Mexico, load his favorite contraband and sneak back to the United States without worrying about paying taxes. We have to find out where the nest is. Then we have to catch him. I got Drake's name and address in San Diego from the AA. After 24-hour surveillance of his apartment, we went back to the customs and waited. Drake didn't return until Wednesday. He parked the yellow convertible and went into the house. Apart from shopping and normal housework, he stayed at home until Saturday night. then. He drove across the border. Not far behind him. Followed by a car full of customs officers. I watched the scene in my post with great pleasure. I'm sure they'll catch him soon after they've got him. But I was wrong. An hour later, the customs officers came back. They were in a heavy traffic place and they were turned by him. They didn't follow. I was disappointed, but they were very angry, believing that he had a premeditated plan to slip away. They applied for a search warrant to search Drake's car. Apparently, he didn't know he was suspected. We began to inspect his car and found it clean and spotless. It must have just been cleaned. It's clean inside and outside. Drake watched us take the car apart and put it back in. But he wasn't as comfortable as he was at customs that day. He kept moving. He knew the customs search was routine, but this time it wasn't. We'll find out what we smell. Saturday night, when I saw him driving into Mexico, I was surprised. What's more, he automatically stopped at the customs and entered the office building. It was later learned from his followers that he had applied to stay in Mexico and had extended his stay at the same time. He won't come back for a while, which is more terrible than I expected. In the next few months, I often thought of Drake, who, by my guess, was a good smuggler. When I worked in the customs, he was the first person who was sure to be smuggling but could not be arrested. I didn't see him again for more than a year until I met him in Mexico. every spring, there is an annual sailing race between Newport and nsennada, which attracts a large audience. I also drove to watch it and found Drake standing very close to me. I went over and touched his arm and said, "Hey, do you remember me?"; he gave me a hesitant smile. Then he remembered. The smile disappeared, looking for more familiar faces in the crowd. "I just came to see the boat race." I said. This relieved his uneasiness. We watched the boat race side by side. He began to be friendly and tell me about himself. He opened a small hotel and restaurant in a place south of dilina, where he came to buy a boat. He invited me to his shop. "Did you buy it with smuggled money?" I asked boldly. I believe that if he asked roundly, he would never tell the truth. He was surprised at my frankness and said, "yes, I got the money from smuggling." "You're not doing it anymore?" "no!" it's unbelievable I said, "you must be very successful in smuggling. You can wash your hands and open a restaurant." "I've made up my mind for a long time. You're suspicious, so I quit. " "Then can you tell me how you smuggled in public?" I said. "That's easy. I just wrap my license plate under my jacket and walk back." He said with a smile, "I specialize in smuggling yellow convertible cars. I smuggle a new one every week."

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Sir Alfred Hitchcock (August 13, 1899 - April 29, 1980) was born in England. He is a world-famous film director, especially good at making thrillers and suspense films. Hitchcock made a large number of silent films and audio films in Britain. After that, he went to Hollywood to seek development. He joined the United States in 1956 and retained his British nationality. In his 60 years of artistic career, Hitchcock has made more than 50 films, and he has become a famous film artist in history.

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