We arrived in New Zealand at 6:00 a.m. local time, and it was still dark. With the help of the flight attendant, we quickly got off the plane and left before everyone else and found the designated vehicle in the parking lot. There are new clues in the specified vehicle.
"Go to Oakland Pier and find an unsolvable knot at C Pier, untie it to find the next clue." I read the information on the clue card, word for word.
Dillon responded, turned to look in the rearview mirror, and the siblings who had already started the car following us and drove out of the parking lot. He looked very relaxed, perhaps the reason why he couldn't see the enemy chasing after him. Because that means we've left them far enough behind.
"Getting the lead in this way is something I've never even thought about before." Dillon turned his eyes from the rearview mirror, and I looked at me in a slightly sarcastic smile and whispered, "Also. So soon an alliance was made. Little Brian, I really don't know what your brain does."
"It's made of brains, do you want to try it?" I like to bicker with the ex-captain from time to time, which is one of the ways we show our closeness to each other.
In fact, my relationship with Dillon always makes people around me feel strange. Because we are not as sticky as many same-sex couples or even ordinary couples. But there is a certain kind of blushing sexual tension and hormones that spread around than boy friends together.
Silence is the state of the two of us most of the time, but it is not the kind of indifferent silence. Compared with the appearance of couples in love, we are more like old couples who already have a full tacit understanding. In fact, we have only been together for half a year since the survivors began.
The distance from Auckland Airport to the city center is actually not far, because the terminal we are going to is on the edge of the city center, and the previously selected landmark building is located in the center of the city center. Therefore, according to the map, we had almost no hesitation time, as if there was a GPS following us, and we arrived at Kun Street quickly with a clear goal.
Queen Street is the main street and the busiest place in downtown Auckland. And from Kun Street to the end, it is wn pier. Parking the car in the parking lot of the pier, we dashed down at a speed that was almost beyond the speed of the follow-up camera, and rushed towards the pier with our bags on our backs.
At this time, it was still dark, and it only took us more than 40 minutes to get from the airport to the pier. Zoe and Joseph were right behind us, and when Dillon and I got out of the car and headed to Pier C, they stopped right next to us.
There was no light on the pitch-dark pier, and we used the headgear mounted by the crew in our backpack for lighting. Because the first team arrived, the so-called unsolvable knot is not difficult to find. It was a ball of hemp rope tied into a ball of wool, usually used to tie boats.
Because of Dexter, I'm no stranger to how to untangle the knot, and Dillon is more than proficient at knots and the like. It didn't take much time, and by the time Zoe and Joseph were running to the dock, we had already untied the spool of thread and pulled out the clues inside.
"Go to the top of Mount Eden and complete the roadblock mission there." I followed the lighting above my head and read the clues on the note word by word. The note didn't say much about the characters, and we should have told us when we got there.
Raising my head and looking at Dillon, I thought about it and said, "Go back to the car and look for the way to Mount Eden on the map. It should be a famous tourist attraction." Dillon's task of finding the way is still up to him. Those who have deployed this kind of combat map are welcome.
As soon as he got in the car, Dillon started the car and drove out of the dock parking lot. Instead of stopping there and slowly looking at the map to find the address, we started walking along a road and looked for the location of Mount Eden.
As it turns out, my guess was right. Mount Eden is a famous extinct volcano in Auckland. It has been silent for hundreds of years. Now it is full of green space and looks like an ordinary small slope. On our way back, we passed the remaining three teams that had just arrived in the city center.
"They seem to be in a hurry." Dillon, who was driving in the driver's seat, could clearly see the scene in the car that was driving towards us. "The last team is the police couple. It seems that the woman is complaining that the man is going the wrong way... Oh, and now they're discussing why we returned so quickly."
It seems that our speed quickly aroused the fear of other groups, and the cowboys and model teams who passed by before also said such things when they saw us. The photographer who followed was amazed that we knew what the opponent was saying in the passing car.
After thinking about it, I decided to directly confess our lip reading ability in a personal interview. Of course, facing the camera, I will not be stingy to provide information that can deepen the audience's impression of us. And in the course of the game after that, there will be no less time to use these tips to get news of other teams. Now it can be said that it is a preventive shot in advance.
Half an hour away, we soon came to Eden, an extinct volcano in Auckland. The car can drive directly to the top of the mountain, and we finally got off the car at the parking lot on the top of the mountain. At this time, the sky was already bright, and the shadowy figures not far away and the Maori war song resounding through the sky clearly told us the direction we were going.
"The task of roadblocks can only be completed by one person, and the person who is aware of the situation will be able to complete the task faster." Standing in front of dozens of Maori warriors who were singing loudly and dancing traditional war dances, I took the program handed over by the program team. New clues, read aloud.
Insightful? Then this is obviously not a physical task. I turned my head and looked at Dillon. He was standing casually behind me, but his eyes were fixed on the Maori warrior not far away. Maori warriors are topless and dressed in primitive tribal-style clothing in the winter and still very cold weather.
Each Maori warrior has a black totem tattoo covering the entire face, and various types of totem tattoos on the arms and chest. During the more than ten hours of flight, I learned a little through the travel brochure that I purchased with the map at the airport before, that for the Maori, tattoos represent a symbol of status.
And the more tattoos, the man with the full face is the most powerful warrior in the tribe. Although in the 21st century, many young Maori no longer have tattoos on their faces, but in New Zealand, the elderly Maori in their 40s and 50s can still often see identity tattoos on their faces.
Of course, the dozens of young Maori men in front of them who are extras invited by the show team actually have tattoos on their faces. But even so, the tattoos on the face, the long black hair tied behind the head, and the body with particularly strong muscles still give these Maori warriors a wild and charming feeling of being a special man.
They dance the Maori war dance, which is usually a provocation to the enemy and a propaganda of their own side. Dillon subconsciously tightened his nerves, it was a sense of crisis that he could be threatened. In fact, I find it a little funny. His reaction is like a wild animal, vigilant when he sees the enemy.
"Which of us went over? The clues said that it would be more advantageous to have a discerning person to complete the task, so it should not be a physical confrontation." I stood in front of him, blocking the sight of him and the Maori men confronting each other, while said. "I think I should come this time to avoid tasks that require physical strength next time."
Although there are no rules for speeding up, and the roadblock task cannot be completed by one of the two in a team, I don't want to show weakness in front of the camera. So before participating in the competition, we agreed that the task would be five or five points.
Dillon's face visibly loosened after his vision was blocked by me. But after hearing what I said, his eyes became solemn again. But after looking at me for a few seconds, he was defeated and stepped back to signal his approval of my decision. I found that the photographer who was shooting with us looked at us with a strange look and didn't say a word at all, and the communication decision was completed.
After telling the camera that it was my job to complete the barricade, I was led to a wall with a dozen or so wooden reliefs. The task required me to find out among these dozens of Maori warriors according to the tattoo patterns engraved on the wooden board I chose, and the tattoo pattern on the wooden board I chose was exactly the same.
Now I finally know the reason why these dozens of Maori warriors are dancing the war dance non-stop. Not only for show effect or a kind of prestige, but more importantly to prevent contestants from seeing the tattoos on their faces. And the expression of staring and sticking out tongue can scare away many timid girls.
Standing in front of the wooden embossed wall, I looked at the tattoos on the wall, slightly compared with the tattoos on the faces of the group of Maori warriors I had seen before, and finally chose a tattoo pattern that looked relatively rare.
Holding the board, I walked into the Maori phalanx under Dillon's watch. Almost immediately, the hustle and bustle of the battle song reached a new level, and my eardrums felt like they were about to burst because of the singing in my ears. I just felt a buzzing sound in my ears. And as long as they pass by, the surrounding Maori warriors will come around with their eyes and tongues out.
Whether you're cowering in fear or grinning counterattack in this situation will only make the other person more excited and make the situation worse. So I just stared straight into their eyes when they got together. It would give them a sense of incompatibility, because in their eyes, I was too indifferent.
I usually walk in the phalanx of Maori warriors. I don’t know why even the Maori people who come around will not make physical contact with me subconsciously. Because the program team originally set a lot less obstacles, before Zoe and Joseph arrived, I found a warrior with the same tattoo on his face as the wooden board in his hand.
It doesn't look soft, but rather hard and frizzy long black hair is tied back by hair accessories. The tanned skin and under the face tattoos mix the softness of the East with the deep contours of the West. His tattoos are more detailed than many others, and the totem tattoos stretched on his eyes make his eyes more dangerous.
When he saw me approaching him, like all the Maori warriors who tried to surround him before, he stared and stuck his tongue out with a fierce look on his face. However, under my gaze, the grinning fry also gradually felt that he couldn't get used to it.
By the time I reached out and stroked the tattoo on the corner of his eye and carefully compared it with the relief on the wooden board in my hand, he had calmed down like a soothed cat. After confirming that the other party is the person I am looking for, I hand the board to the other party.
Seemingly embarrassed, he smiled at me, then lowered his head and examined it seriously. After checking to confirm, he nodded and gave me a thumbs up. Then he brought his head close together as if he was about to give me a Maori welcome gift. The Maori greeting ceremony is similar to the European veneer ceremony, but it is closer.
The other party's hand has already touched the side of my left neck, and the next step is the ceremony of his forehead pressing against my forehead and the tip of the nose gently rubbing against each other. Then he suddenly stopped moving, and the hand on the side of my left neck was torn off...
Well, it's Dillon...I knew this kind of shit was going to happen when I saw his wariness about the Maori war dance. I saw that he was holding the opponent's wrist, and the young man in the Maori tribe was a little annoyed before letting go of the opponent's wrist. He said righteously to the other party: "I respect your question, but I'm sorry that this is my territory. Can you please give us the next clue directly?"