"How long has it been?" He started sleeping since he got in the car, and after tossing and turning for a long time, he finally struggled to open his eyes. I looked up in a daze and asked Dillon.
We occupied arguably the bumpiest, but also the most spacious rear seat of the ten-hour minibus ride. So there's plenty of room for me to lie down with my legs outstretched, with my head resting on Dillon's lap. And because I disliked his muscles being too hard, I put a piece of clothing on his legs.
Dillon lowered his head and glanced at me, raised his hand that had been casually placed beside my waist before, looked at his watch, and replied, "It's been more than five hours since the departure. Can't sleep?" He stroked the hair on my forehead.
With a 'smack', he patted his hand away, and received a low laugh that shook his chest. I sat up in a dizzy state and looked forward, because the crew had booked the entire minibus, so in addition to our follow-up camera crew, the father and son David and Kurt in the same car, as well as Sa Tim and Dean.
At this time, because it was already late at night, the four men each chose a row of seats in front of them with their backs against the window, and fell asleep with their heads tilted. I looked at both David and Kurt. It was only after I finally got into the same batch of cars and set off together that I first came into contact with the father and son.
Before the car left, I caught up with them under the pretext of asking if they needed motion sickness pills. The first impression was that of two wise men. Although they may not have the highest physique among all the contestants, they are always at ease when it comes to handling things.
Without being in a hurry, before everyone knew it, these two people went from the middle and lower stages of all participating teams to the leader position. Seeing that they are obviously not the kind of villains who say one thing and do another, I don't mind befriending them.
Father David accepted our offer and took the motion sickness pills I gave them. And my purpose was to play down the hostility of the other contestants to us, so the first conversation turned out well.
Sam and Dean, manly, turned down the motion sickness pills I offered them, and they were full of energy along the way, at least as far as I saw it before going to bed. Now that the energy is exhausted, it is reasonable to fall asleep.
"Want something to eat?" Dillon suggested to me, then pulled over the backpack he had put on the other side and pulled out a large bag of food he had prepared before getting in the car. Then dig out a hard boiled egg.
"..." I looked down at the egg in his hand with a blank expression, then looked up into Dillon's eyes. He asked with his eyes, 'Are you serious? '
At first, he was stunned, and then Dillon's face couldn't help pulling an uncontrollable smile. He finally reacted, and I was still immersed in the power of the duck eggs not long ago. So he shrugged and put the egg back in and pulled out a carton of milk. "Drink the milk first, then bring some bread to eat."
I took the milk and tore the straw into it, then took the pineapple bun that Dillon handed me over. While chewing on my bulging cheeks, I watched Dillon peel the egg, revealing the slippery white inside, and took a bite myself.
After a little supper, I motioned for Dillon to lie down and take a nap. I couldn't sleep for five hours anyway. And I know that Dillon must have been sitting upright before, watching me fall asleep with eyes open for so long.
Just when Dillon turned over and was about to lie down, the small bus suddenly braked sharply, making a harsh 'zilla' braking sound. Dillon opened his eyes subconsciously and quickly got up and pulled the curtain on the car window to look out.
There was nothing abnormal on the sides of the car, that's what the driver saw. Because of the inertia of the sudden braking, the people who were asleep before also woke up rustling. The driver of the car said an apology in vocal English, then waved from the cockpit to the outside, as if to drive something away.
Sam and Dean were the first to go to the front of the car because they were sitting in the front. Then Dean cried out in surprise: "An injured female cat! It looks like she's pregnant..."
Sam also quickly said to the driver: "Please open the door, we need to go down and check its condition." Then after the door was opened, he and Dean rushed out without hesitation.
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There is a very famous ceremony in cagsawa to celebrate next year's harvest. After getting the clue card for this detour from the snake charmer, we must then choose one of two traditional rituals, catching a pig or dancing a jig.
However, our first group of people arrived, and the first destination at this time was not any mission location of the detour mission. We chose to ask the locals for the address of the nearest veterinary hospital and took the female cat we encountered on the road to the hospital.
The female cat that dashed to our car was, as Sam said earlier, not only pregnant but giving birth. After it was carried into the car, four kittens were born one after another in the next few hours of driving.
Maybe it's because the temperature in the car is just right that it finally relaxes. So after giving birth to kittens and licking her four babies a few times, the mother cat finally passed out. The reason we are looking for a veterinary hospital is not actually because of its production, because it has already given birth to a child with experience.
The real reason is because half of the cat's face is bloody, missing an ear and blind in one eye. It was clearly mistreated, with three broken limbs. And even though she was pregnant, the female cat was still shockingly thin. This made everyone in the car, including the film crew, outraged.
I stood so far away that even when Dillon leaned in and tried to wrap the female cat with the bandages from our medical kit, I didn't follow. Maybe this scene will be recorded by the camera, and finally be scolded cold-blooded on the Internet. Maybe it will be seen by other contestants and will be like snakes and scorpions to me from now on. What's more, it made Dillon feel bad about me.
But I still didn't get close, I just stood far away and looked over there.
Like Dexter, so did Brian. The two brothers are actually very unpopular with small animals. Perhaps it is the feeling that it emits, which makes animals have a subconscious vigilance. Therefore, generally speaking, as long as we try to approach small animals, we will always get hostile demonstrations and threats.
So I am very self-aware and stand a long way, sometimes I can't understand, is it because the intuition of small animals is always very sensitive? Dillon has real human blood on his hands, but we can all see his real tenderness. And me and Dexter, even if you don't count this guy Dexter, I think we are very pure.
But the cats and dogs that I tried to contact before can still easily see Brian's frozen soul without a trace of emotion under my smiling mask. So they can't avoid it.
Sitting on a bench outside the veterinary hospital, my hands resting on my elbows and my elbows on my thighs, next to me and Dillon and everyone else's luggage. I excused themselves to look at their luggage so they wouldn't have to go in.
Because the veterinary hospital is full of injured or sick pet cats and dogs that are particularly sensitive. I really don't want to walk into a veterinary hospital and almost cause a riot among the small animals when I was working part-time to deliver food. Then accept the surprised and wary eyes of those pet parents and veterinarians.
"Hi, Brian. Why don't you go take a look? I heard that the female cat woke up, and the doctor said it's fine!" Our photographer, Ender, came out of the veterinary hospital with the camera that was turned off. , seems to want to smoke a cigarette, and asked in surprise when he saw me sitting outside.
I subconsciously raised a stiff smile, shook my head and said, "No, I have some cat allergies..." This was just an excuse, but for a while I couldn't think of any other excuses.
"Uh?! Really..." Ender seemed to be taken aback, then his eyes turned to my feet, and he said with a complicated expression: "...I hope you don't have allergies to dog hair...otherwise this time I might Another responsibility to get in the way of the game..."
"What?" I followed his gaze suspiciously and shifted to the chair at my feet.
Omg! A little puppy, who seemed to be only a month old and just learned to walk, was staggering across the underside of my chair, opening its mouth and biting at the laces of my boots. It looked as if it had followed Ender out of the gate of the veterinary hospital, but it was too small and inconspicuous, approaching me from the corner of the door under my chair without me noticing.
But what really surprised me was not the so-called allergies in the excuse. Rather...it doesn't seem to be afraid of me...
At this time, this little guy who seemed to be of German Shepherd blood was biting my shoelaces, shaking his head and clothes and fighting fiercely. In the end, he didn't stand still, and sat down with his buttocks. The dog's head is on my shoe.
"...What's going on?..." I almost couldn't manage my expressions all of a sudden. I looked up and saw that Ender had turned on the camera dedicatedly, and the camera zoomed in on the little guy at my feet. It seems that the program team intends to record the fact that we met the female cat to the veterinary hospital this time into the program.
"That's the cub of the bitch kept by the dean of the veterinary hospital. He ran after me just now after being teased for fun... It looks like he likes you a lot." Ender's innocent voice came from behind the camera.
"It's impossible?!" I said almost subconsciously. Because it is impossible for small animals to naturally like to be close to me, what is going on
"Wow, wang, wang!" As soon as I finished speaking, a big dog, German Shepherd, rushed out from the gate of the veterinary hospital, and barked at me as if it were an enemy. Right, this is the normal reaction of ordinary cats and dogs when they meet me. If you meet Dexter, it will be more exaggerated, not barking but turning around and running.
This big German Shepherd seems to be eagerly calling the puppy at my feet to go back, but this puppy is very nervous. on my shoe.