Psychological Control

Chapter 80

The time we arrived in New Zealand was [-]:[-] a.m. local time. It was still before dawn. With the convenience of the flight attendant, we got off the plane and left before everyone else, and found the designated vehicle in the parking lot.There are new clues in the designated vehicle.

"Go to Oakland Pier and find a difficult knot at Pier C, untie it to find the next clue." I looked at the information on the clue card and read it word by word.

Dillon responded, and turned his head to look at the siblings in the rearview mirror who had started the car after us and drove out of the parking lot.His appearance was very relaxed, perhaps because he couldn't see the chasing enemy.Because it means we leave them far enough behind.

"Using this method to gain a leading position, I have never even thought of this kind of idea before." Dillon turned his eyes from the rearview mirror, looked at me with a slightly teasing smile and whispered, "still So quickly made an alliance with someone. Little Brian, I really don't know what your brain is made of."

"It's made of brains, do you want to try it?" I like to bicker with the former captain from time to time, this 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 more sexual tension and hormones spreading around than male friends together.

Silence is the state of most of the time when the two of us get along, but it is not the kind of indifferent silence.Compared to the appearance of a couple in love, we are more like an old husband and wife who already have a perfect understanding.But in fact, we have been together since the survivors, and it has only been half a year.

The distance from Auckland Airport to the city center is actually not far, because the pier we are going to is right next to the city center, and the previously selected landmark building is located in the center of the city center.So according to the map, we had almost no time to hesitate, as if we were followed by a GPS, and we arrived at Kun Street with a clear goal.

Queen Street is the main street and the most prosperous place in downtown Auckland.And from Kun Street to the end, it is wn Wharf.Parking the car in the parking lot of the pier, we rushed down at a speed that could hardly be caught up with the follow-up camera, and rushed towards the pier with our bags on our backs.

It was still dark at this time, and it only took us more than 40 minutes from the airport to the pier.Zoe and Joseph followed closely behind us, and when Dillon and I got out of the car and headed towards Pier C, they parked right next to us.

There is no light at all on the dark pier. We used the head-mounted mountaineering lights configured by the crew in the backpack for lighting.Because it was the first team to arrive, the so-called unsolvable knot is not difficult to find.It was a bunch of hemp rope bundled into a ball of wool, usually used to tie ships.

Because of Dexter, I'm no stranger to how to untie a knot, and Dillon is pretty darn good at knots and stuff like that.It didn't take much time. When Zoe and Joseph ran to the pier, we had already untied the ball of thread and took out the paper 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.There is not much description about the characters on the note, it should be told to us after we got there.

I raised my head and looked at Dillon. I thought for a while and said, "Go back to the car and look for the road to Mount Eden on the map. It should be a famous tourist attraction." Finding the way is still up to Dillon. 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 went on the road and walked along a road while looking for the location of Mount Eden.

As it turns out, I 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 land and looks like an ordinary small slope.On our way back, we passed by 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, had a clear view of the scene in the car coming towards us. "The last line was the police couple. Seems like the woman was complaining about the man going the wrong way... oh, and now they're talking about why we turned back so soon."

It seems that our speed quickly aroused the fear of other teams. The cowboy and model teams who passed by before could not help but say this when they saw us.The following photographer was surprised that we could know what the opponent was saying in the passing car.

After thinking about it, I decided to directly confess our lip-speaking ability during the personal interview.Of course, facing the camera, I will not hesitate 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 shortage of times to use these little tricks to get news from other teams.Now it can be said that it is a vaccination 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 at the parking lot at 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 to go.

"The task of roadblocks can only be completed by one person, and the person who sees the details will be able to complete the task faster." Standing in front of dozens of Maori warriors singing loudly and dancing traditional war dances, I took the program handed over New clue, read aloud.

Knowing everything?Well this is clearly not a physical task.I turned my head and looked at Dillon. He followed me casually, but his eyes were fixed on the Maori warrior not far away.Maori warriors are wearing primitive tribal-style clothing with their upper body bare in the winter and still very cold weather.

Every Maori warrior has a black totem tattoo covering his entire face, and his arms and chest are also full of totem tattoos of various styles.During the ten-hour flight, I learned a little from the travel brochure I bought together with the map at the airport that for the Maori, tattoos represent a symbol of identity.

And the more tattoos, the man with tattoos all over his face is the strongest warrior in the tribe.Although in the 21st century, many young Maori no longer have tattoos on their faces, but in New Zealand, the Maori elderly in their 50s and [-]s, people can still often see tattoos representing their identity on the faces of these people.

Of course, the tattoos on the faces of the dozens of young Maori men who are extras invited by the program group are actually painted on.But even so, the tattoos on the face, the long black hair tied behind the head, and the particularly strong and muscular figure still give these Maori warriors a wild and charming feeling of a special man.

They danced the unique Maori war dance of staring eyes and sticking out their tongues. This dance is usually a provocation to the enemy and a promotion of their own side.Dillon tensed his nerves subconsciously, it was a feeling that he could be threatened by a crisis.In fact, I think it's a little funny. His reaction is like a wild animal, and he is vigilant when he sees the enemy.

"Which one of us will go there? The clues say that it will be more advantageous to complete the task with someone who knows the details, so it should not be a confrontation of physical strength." I stood in front of him, blocking the sight of him and the Maori men. Said. "I think I should come this time to avoid tasks that require physical strength next time."

Although there is actually no rule in the race, the roadblock tasks cannot be completed by one of the two in a team, but I don't want to show weakness and laziness in front of the camera.So before participating in the competition, we agreed that the task should be five or five points.

After Dillon's line of sight was blocked by me, he obviously relaxed.But after hearing my words, his eyes became serious again.But after looking at me for a few seconds, he was still defeated and took a step back to signal that he agreed with my decision.I found out that the photographer who was following me looked at us with a strange face and didn't say a word at all, and the communication decision was completed.

After telling the camera that I was going to complete this roadblock mission, I was led to a wall with a dozen wooden reliefs.The task required me to find out among the dozens of Maori warriors based on the tattoo pattern engraved on the wooden board I chose, who painted exactly the same tattoo pattern on the wooden board I chose.

Now I finally know the reason why these dozens of Maori warriors dance non-stop.Not only for the effect of the show or a kind of prestige, but more importantly, to prevent the contestants from seeing the tattoos on their faces clearly.And the expression of staring and sticking out tongue can scare off many timid girls.

Standing in front of the wooden relief wall, I looked at the tattoos on the wall, compared them with the tattoos on the faces of the group of Maori warriors I saw before, and finally chose a tattoo pattern that seemed relatively rare.

Holding the board, I walked into the Maori phalanx under Dillon's gaze.Almost immediately, the din of the battle song reached another level, and my eardrums felt like they were going to burst due to the singing sounding in my ears.I just felt a buzzing in my ears.And as long as they pass by, the surrounding Maori warriors will stare and stick out their tongues to surround them.

In this case, whether you are cowering and frightened, or grinning like a counterattack, it will only make the other party more excited and make the situation worse.So I just looked straight into their eyes when they came together with a smile that didn't change.This will give them a sense of incompatibility, because in their eyes, I am too indifferent.

Walking around in the courtyard usually walks in the phalanx of Maori warriors. I don’t know why even the Maori who surround me subconsciously don’t make physical contact with me.Because there were a lot less obstacles that the program group originally set, before Zoe and Joseph arrived, I found a soldier with a tattoo on his face that was exactly the same as the tattoo on the wooden board in his hand.

It doesn't look soft, but rather stiff and frizzy, the long black hair is tied behind the head by a hair ornament.Bronzed skin and a face covered in facial tattoos with a mix of Eastern softness and Western deep contours.His tattoos are more detailed than many others, and the totem tattoos stretched around 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 fiercely and stuck out his tongue.But under my gaze, the grinning fried hair also gradually felt unsuitable.

By the time I stretched out my hand to caress the tattoo on the corner of his eye and carefully compared it with the relief on the wooden board in my hand, he had already calmed down like a cat being comforted.After confirming that the other party was the one I was looking for, I handed the board over to him.

It seemed a little embarrassed, he smiled at me and took it, lowered his head and examined it seriously.After checking and confirming, he nodded and gave me a thumbs up.Then he leaned his head over as if he was going to give me a welcome gift from the Maori people.The greeting ceremony of the Maori people is similar to the meeting ceremony of the Europeans, but they are closer.

The other party's hand has already touched the side of my left neck, and the next thing is the ceremony of his forehead pressing against mine, and the tip of their noses gently rubbing against each other.Then he stopped his movements suddenly, and the hand that was caressing the side of my left neck was also ripped off...

Well, it's Dillon... I knew something like this was going to happen when I saw him wary of the Maori war dance.I saw him holding the opponent's wrist, and the Maori young man was a little annoyed before letting go of the opponent's wrist.He said to the other party with righteous words: "I respect your question, but I'm sorry this is my territory. Can you please give us the next clue directly?"