"Maybe we can adopt that puppy," Dillon said suddenly, sitting in a taxi from the veterinary hospital to one of the competition locations of the detour mission. "After the competition is over today, we can ask the staff of the program team to help with some adoption procedures and prepare the quarantine certificate in advance. After the filming of the program is over, we can directly take it home."
"Are you crazy?" I replied casually, then turned to look at him. Looking into his eyes, I realized that his eyes were full of seriousness. I hesitated before saying, "Why do you suddenly want to have a dog?"
"When you and your brother Dexter came to my store, you passed the coffee shop across the street and caused a riot with the pet dog tied outside by the customers next to the coffee shop. I know it very well." Dillon The lowering of the voice obviously did not want Ender, the follow-up photographer in the passenger seat, to hear.
"So what?... That just means we're not suitable for dogs, right?" I said, avoiding his gaze at me.
"But you're looking at the puppy sleeping on your shoe, that's not what you told me." Dillon didn't want to make eye contact with him when he saw me, and finally turned his eyes away from me. pressure.
I shook my head and still insisted: "It's the first time I've seen a small animal that is willing to take the initiative to approach me, and that feeling is very novel. But adopting a little guy that we may not take good care of for this kind of feeling doesn't feel very good. Are you irresponsible?"
"When did you become so loving, Brian?" Dillon said with a smile. "Dogs are usually trained to be companion dogs, too, to accompany mentally ill patients to relieve their condition. Since you've been so worried Your own mental state, why don't you try raising a puppy that isn't afraid of you?"
"Dexter's neighbor's Boxer, don't forget what I told you earlier about why we are hated by animals." I shrugged and looked out the taxi window at the street.
"That's what he did more out of bounds, but you've always followed your own moral code, haven't you?" Dillon put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed his palm over my hair. "Why don't you give yourself a chance to go further? You are helping Dexter because you want to improve your mental state. And Dexter is getting better with your help."
I shook my shoulders and shook off the man's hands and feet. Dillon sometimes does not speak, but his observations are always so nuanced. And when I open my mouth, I always point to something I can't refuse.
"Having a dog will give me a chance to go further?" I couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, "I haven't encountered this kind of treatment in my more than ten years in Miami Psychiatric Sanatorium."
"That's because they are usually used in the military to help veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder to treat and relieve their condition." Dillon insisted on persuading despite my repeated rejections. "It's just right for your situation, isn't it? It may be too late, but it's just the right time."
I know he saw my mental state, and after meeting Dexter, he was instantly freed from the moment of huddling and vigilance among the survivors. Although it was nearly twenty years late after the incident, it was indeed the right time.
"Let me think about it again... After the game, will I tell you my decision tonight?" With his earnest insistence, I finally lost. When facing this man, I always give up my persistence because of his influence.
But what he made always seems to be the right choice, so I can't think of him negatively because of that. It's like being domesticated. …The thought startled me, and then there was an inexplicable sense of relaxation.
"Okay," Dillon replied with a nod. After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "When I was serving, my teammate was a dog trainer. You don't have to worry about raising it and no one will take care of it. I have learned a lot from that brother, but I didn't expect that it might be used in the end. superior."
A discussion triggered by the nerve-wracking little milk dog finally came to an end when the taxi took us to the location of the pig catching mission. We have to devote ourselves to the game again, and this time we are not trying to maintain the first advantage, but to ensure that we will not be eliminated.
After all, the three groups of people on the first batch of minibuses, including us, were delayed by nearly an hour due to the reason of sending the female cat to the veterinary hospital. At this time, if there is no accident, the other participants of the second and third buses are estimated to have arrived at the task location and started to complete the task.
But of course, no one complained about the accident. After confirming that the mother cat and her cubs were safe and applying for the attention of animal protection organizations, Sam Dean and David and his son decided to return to the game. I didn't ask Dillon in advance that we were going to leave, so we were on the same starting line with them.
For the detour mission this time, we chose the pig-catching mission that is more inclined to manual labor. In view of Dillon's nature as a dance idiot, I haven't chosen to learn to dance jig, and seek to be eliminated.
"In the task of catching pigs, the contestants must enter a circular quagmire with a diameter of at least ten meters. Catch the oily pigs running freely in it. Once you catch four and hand them over to the farmers, you can get the next clue." I dashed out of the cab behind Dillon with my luggage on my back, and David and Kurt's cab stopped right behind us. I hurriedly read the mission requirements.
Another option to detour the mission, the mission completion requirement is that the jig dancers must learn and perform a traditional dance, and once they satisfy the doing judges, they can take the next clue. Of course we don't need to know this, so I just glanced at it and didn't say it out loud.
When we rushed to the side of the quagmire amid the cheers of the local villagers in costumes, we found that all the contestants were standing beside the quagmire, except for the two blonde women Lucy and Louise who were not there. Wait in line. It was Tevez and Vera who were struggling to catch pigs in the quagmire.
"Oh my God! Brian! Dillon!" Zoe was the first to see us, and she cried out in surprise, pointing at us to summon her brother. "I thought you guys had already completed the mission and left... What happened?!"
Just then Tevez and Vera grabbed the fourth pig that their mission required and walked out of the quagmire with satisfaction. He sneered as he passed by us.
"It seems that the number one this time is ours," said the mean policewoman Vera.
Ignoring what they said, I didn't even glance at the police couple, and said to Zooey, "It's hard to say. Where is your mission now? I didn't expect so many people to choose such a hard option."
"We caught three, and there's one left! This time, it must be completed within five minutes!" After Tevez and Vera went out, James and Sid, who were at the front, were about to play. As we passed by, James said.
"So there's a five-minute time limit per team?" I heard the implication in his words.
"That's right, come quickly and you can shoot just behind us." Joseph just handed the piggy to the farmer, and came over to join the conversation while feeling the muddy water. "Before you came, we just came from learning to dance. We caught our first little pig! Lucy and Louise, the two women didn't want to get themselves dirty, they were still trying to learn."
Dillon and I put down our bags without hesitation and started undressing, leaving only a pair of panties on our bodies. In order to be good after the task is completed, there is no need to run the next trip in mud. Then we got in line behind Zoe and Joseph before David and Kurt and his son came.
"You can only catch one at a time, or is it okay to catch as many as you want within the time frame?" Kurt stood in the queue very colorful as soon as he arrived, and began to take off his cumbersome coat. Then he asked a question I was about to ask.
"It's okay to catch as many as you want!" Joseph replied with a smile, the two siblings did not have the habit of hiding their clumsiness. Therefore, he is still very happy to tell others directly about this kind of news that can be known by just asking.
"It's just to see if you guys are so efficient. Don't think it looks easy. Zooey and I ate a mouthful of mud just now, and it wasn't easy to catch one at the last minute."
"Hahaha, it looks like it's not as easy for you to keep your image, Brian!" Sam and Dean, who finally arrived, heard Joseph's words as soon as they walked over. Sam subconsciously made fun of me with an excuse.
Dillon glared at him inexplicably. This man, who was as tall as him, looked like he couldn't be straighter, but he was always doing things that were easily misunderstood. So Dillon still has some subconscious precautions.
Sam, his brother Dean, is not a family that does not enter the house. He gleefully watched the duo of models, James and Sid, struggling in the quagmire to catch the last of the little pigs the mission demanded. The handsome appearances of the two have long since disappeared, and at this time, two clay figurines were rolling in the quagmire. Flying at the panicked piglets.
"Don't worry, Brian just needs to stand there to help me rush, and I'll do it." Dillon didn't intend to let these two guys have the opportunity to laugh at me, so he said to himself before I could speak to fight back.
But what he said made a lot of sense... At least looking at the situation on the field at this time, maybe it was because I was standing outside the fence on the side of the quagmire. Therefore, the piglets who originally ran around the field at will in the quagmire circle have automatically reduced the range of the circle at this time. All of a sudden it turned into a fan shape.
Maybe I can't catch pigs. Those little pigs can't wait to avoid me 30 meters away. However, I was able to complete the duty of standing on the perimeter of the farm and chasing the shepherd dogs like pigs.