On the plane from Sydney to Tokyo, Dillon remained expressionless in low pressure. Maybe it was the first time I went out with me that I felt the atmosphere around me on weekdays. When he was pulling me and James apart under the pretext of boarding the plane, he followed me like a sheepdog.
If I heard correctly, he must have muttered in a low voice, "The hormones are so flamboyant that I can't control it." Dillon before and after the relationship gave me very different feelings.
To be honest, it was only after I took part in the speed forward that I felt Dillon's unique sense of territory for the first time. Just like the sense of security he brings to people, the accompanying bonus is naturally more or less exclusive desire. But it didn't offend me.
Before deciding to be with Dillon, Dillon showed a shrewd side. The purposeful, negotiated dialogue among the survivors doesn't really reflect what he was like in everyday life. But as we spent more time together, especially after the start of the super speed, I found that he is still a man who is not good at words.
"Language is a problem in Japan, and even asking for directions is not that simple." I sat in my seat and flipped through the guidebooks and maps I bought before getting on the plane. "I hope it won't give us a big problem when we are on the way. The mission clues require us to take a taxi to Meiji Shrine after arriving at Tokyo Airport. This is a famous local attraction."
"I have seen some simple conversations, front and rear, south, east, north, west, straight and corners, and some simple questions." Dillon responded.
"That's good, we'll pack up and wait at the exit as soon as the plane stops." I put away the map in my hand and put it in my pocket, "The flight attendants here are not very good at talking, so we can't go with the first class. Now. Try to run as fast as possible, and you will also excuse yourself to jump in line at the taxi place. "
Because this time the flight attendants of the airline were not as talkative as the previous encounters, so we could only try to buy time at the place where the taxi was on the road. And Dillon had already prepared a complete sentence, telling the driver our destination in Japanese and arriving at the fastest speed.
"Ding dong! The plane has landed at Tokyo Airport. At 11:00 a.m. local time, the ground temperature is 21 degrees Celsius. Please don't unbuckle your seat belts and leave your seats until the plane has stopped." After coming out, the fast-moving contestants sitting on the plane basically stood up and opened the luggage rack.
The cancer survivor father and son, who have a mild temperament and a gentleman's demeanor, are an exception. Compared to their younger siblings, Zoe and Joseph, they stood up and packed their bags as casually as possible. After the plane steadied, we all crowded to the exit door of the plane.
The fastest movers were cowboy brothers Sam and Dean, and thanks to Dillon, our group was in second place. Although we are not in the first place at this time, but I am confident that after entering the race against time, we will still run out of the airport and get to the car at the fastest speed, led by Dillon who has the function of wayfinding GPS.
Sure enough, after the cabin door was opened, under the helpless attention of the flight attendants and customs officers, the fast-moving contestants were like racing horses out of the cage, and they were gone. Running out of the long passage to the crowded arrival hall, when Sam and Dean were looking for signs, Dillon passed them without stopping and took me away in one direction.
What I didn't expect was that while everyone was looking for the signposts, Zoe and Joseph followed us without thinking. They didn't even discuss a word with each other, and their trust in us was completely beyond my expectations.
We arrived at the nearest taxi spot after a roundabout turn, and the long line made Zoe and Joseph who were following us bewildered. But I did not hesitate to rush to the front of the line, and I got the answer that I was allowed to cut the line to the first few people using the paragraph I was most proficient in memorizing on the plane.
In fact, it is easy for the fast-moving contestants to get some privileges on the road, because there are cameras around us at all times. When ordinary passers-by see the camera following the shooting, they will subconsciously think that we are shooting and cannot be easily disturbed.
The Japanese that I memorized explains our current state of urgency. I hope they can accommodate us and let us catch up with this taxi. This excuse is usually the most effective. So while Sam and Dean ran out with two models, James and Sid, Dillon and I got into a taxi, left the airport taxi point and headed for Meiji Shrine.
When the plane landed in Japan, it was 11 am local time, and by the time we passed the customs security check and were the first to take a taxi to leave the airport, it was already an hour later. It is twelve o'clock at noon now, which is when most office workers prepare for their lunch break and go out for lunch.
Because it happened to meet the peak traffic period, it was a bit congested to take the main roads in the urban area. So Dillon specifically explained to the driver that he was not afraid of taking a long way, and only asked to take the fastest road. Finally, after more than 40 minutes, we arrived at the Meiji Shrine first.
"Where are we going now?" Dillon asked me, paying the cab driver to help me get my luggage out of the trunk and carry it on my back. Then he turned around and continued to say to the taxi driver in the driver's seat, "Could you please wait for us here, driver? We'll be back soon."
If after getting the next clue, but being trapped by no car and wasting time, and then being caught up by other teams, it would be a waste of previous efforts. So when we have five other opponents who are all on the same starting line as us, we would rather talk more about the wallet than waste time.
"Find the priest who is waiting for us at Meiji Shrine, follow his demonstration and complete a series of prayers and prayers, and get the imperial guard. The imperial guard will carry the next clue." I took out the clue card I got earlier and glanced at it. Answers to Dillon's question.
After the driver promised us that he would be waiting in a temporary parking space across the road, Dillon and I packed our bags and quickly crossed the torii gate, rushing inward along the access road that continued all the way to the main hall of the shrine. Torii is a door frame with a line of kanji gates, usually painted with red paint, and is a major feature of Japanese shrines.
The access road, as the name suggests, is the road for worship. Usually, people who go to worship will walk on both sides of the road, because the center of the access road is reserved for the gods to walk. Because I don't know if it will be the beginning of prayer from here, Dillon and I are careful to walk on both sides of the road. It would be another big mistake if the priest who was waiting at the top told us to come down and go again.
As we approached the end of the path and approached the shrine, we saw a man in a white priest's uniform and a tall black hat standing in front of the Temizuya. Under his introduction, although I didn't quite understand it, we imitated his movements, and we completed the purification session.
In fact, body cleansing is to use a spoonful of water in the hand water house to complete the tasks of gargling and washing hands. Then we followed the priest and bowed before the worship hall, then climbed the steps of the worship hall and approached the cash box, and threw the five-yen coin sesame oil into the box. Finally, he took a step back and shook the bell and rope in front of the money box, which means to tell the gods that we are coming to worship.
Finally, bow twice to the worship hall, raise your palms to your chest, and pat twice as if your hands are together when you are praying to Buddha, completing a series of worship rituals.
After the visit to the shrine, the priest in traditional Japanese clothes took out a small sachet-like Gomori and handed it to us to signal us to open it.
"Roadblock mission, go to Uehara High School, which has the most famous archery club in Tokyo, to complete the archery mission. Three times the ten arrows hit the target is the completion of the mission. Those with good arm strength and eyesight will be more powerful in this mission." After I read out the note I took out from the book, I looked at Dillon subconsciously.
This kind of kyudo has only been seen on TV, and there is no chance to try it for yourself. Even I dare not boast that Haikou can complete the task efficiently, so I subconsciously looked at Dillon, who is good at gun design.
Although Dillon completed a roadblock task in the last stop in Sydney, the program team did not require that one person cannot complete it twice in a row. So if he is more confident, I can take the next roadblock mission. After all, there are five teams of good opponents chasing behind us at this time. It is best not to delay if we can.
Maybe he understood what I meant, Dillon nodded and said, "I'll do the roadblock task this time. Go down to the driver to see if he knows Uehara High School."
Zoe and Joseph had already arrived at the Tezui House when we just got the Yushou with clues from the priest, followed by Tevez, a black-and-white couple that we are not very familiar with. and Vera. And as we walked down the torii gate, we saw Sam and Dean who arrived late.
Haven't seen James and Sid yet, nor David and Kurt. But even if only three groups caught up to us, it was enough to reflect the situation today. Every team is biting hard and it's not time for us to relax.
Thanks to the previous plan to let the driver wait for us in the parking space on the opposite side of the road, because the tourist attractions are places where there are many taxis, the sparse taxis are not enough for the demand of passenger traffic. When we walked to the taxi driver who was still waiting for us in accordance with the agreement, we saw several waves of people going up to ask.
It took us almost an hour to reach Uehara High School in another district after taking a taxi that was almost like a package.