Psychological Control

"Maybe we can adopt that puppy." Sitting on a taxi from the veterinary hospital to one of the detours of the detour task, Dillon said suddenly. "After today's race, we can ask the staff of the program team to help with some adoption procedures and prepare a quarantine certificate in advance. After the show is filmed, we can take it home directly."

"Are you crazy?" I said casually, then turned to look at him. I stared at his eyes only to find that his eyes were full of seriousness. I hesitated before I said, "Why do you suddenly want to have a dog?"

"When you and your brother Dexter came to my store, passing by the cafe across the street caused a riot of pet dogs tied to customers outside the cafe. I knew it well." Dillon The lowered voice obviously did not want to be heard by the follower photographer Ander in the front passenger seat.

"So what? ... this only makes it clear that we are not suitable for dogs?" I avoided him and looked at me.

"But you're looking at the gaze of the little milk dog lying on your shoe, that's not what you told me." Dillon saw that I didn't want to make eye contact with him, and finally turned away and no longer gave me pressure.

I shook my head and insisted: "It was the first time I saw a baby animal willing to approach me, and it felt very novel. But for this feeling, adopting a little guy we might not take care of, it doesn't feel too much Are you irresponsible? "

"When did you become so caring, Brian?" Dillon said with a smile. "Dogs are usually trained as companion dogs, and patients with mental illnesses will make them feel better. Since you have been so worried Why do n’t you try to raise a puppy that is not afraid of you? ”

"Dog Boxer, a neighbor of Dexter, don't forget the reason I told you before that we are hated by animals." I shrugged and looked towards the street outside the taxi window.

"That's what he did more, but you have always adhered to your own moral code, haven't you?" Dillon raised his hand to my shoulder, and rubbed his palms over my hair. "Why not give yourself a further chance? At the same time you are helping Dexter, you are also because you want to improve your mental state. And Dexter is also getting better with your help."

I shook my shoulders and shook off the man's hair. Dillon sometimes does not speak, but observation is always so meticulous. When I spoke, I would always point to a place I could not refuse.

"Keeping a dog will give me a further chance?" I couldn't help but give him a blank look. "I haven't come across this treatment for more than ten years in a Miami sanitarium."

"That's because they are usually used in the military to help veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder to treat and alleviate the condition." Dillon still insisted on persuasion after my repeated rejections. "That's right for you, isn't it? Although it may be too late, it's just the right time."

I knew that he could see my mental condition, and after meeting Dexter, he suddenly huddled himself from the moment in the survivor and was alert to the state of the outside world. Although it was almost two decades late after the incident, it was indeed the most appropriate time.

"You want me to think again ... After the game, will I tell you my decision tonight?" With his serious insistence, I finally lost. When facing this man, I always give up my insistence because of his influence.

But he always seems to be the right choice, so I can't think of any negative thoughts on him because of this. It's like being domesticated. … The idea surprised me, but then I felt a sense of relaxation.

"Okay," Dillon answered with a nod. After thinking about it, he added: "When I was in the service, our teammates trained dogs. You do n’t have to worry about raising it and nobody takes care of it. I learned a lot with that brother. on."

A discussion triggered by a small, nervous dog, finally came to an end when the taxi sent us to the pig-catch mission. We have to put ourselves into 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 minibus including us, because of the mother cat to the veterinary hospital, delayed more than an hour. At this time, if there are no accidents, other participants of the second and third buses are estimated to have arrived at the task site and started to complete the task.

As a matter of course, no one complained about the accident. After confirming that the mother cat and its cubs are safe and applying for the attention of animal protection organizations, Sam Dean and David decided to return to the game. I did not have a very low EQ and did not want to ask Dillon ahead of time, so we are on the same starting line with them.

This time the detour task, we chose the pig catching task which is more inclined to manual labor. In view of Dillon's dancing idiot nature, I have not yet chosen to learn to dance jigsaw, and eliminated it myself.

"In the task of catching pigs, the players must enter a circular quagmire with a diameter of at least ten meters. Grab the hogs running freely inside. Once you catch four and give them to the farmers, you can get the next clue." I carried my baggage and followed the taxi that drove behind Dillon, and the taxi of David and Kurt and his father stopped behind us. I was hurriedly thinking about the task request.

Another option of the detour task, the task completion requirement is that the jigsaw dancers must learn and perform traditional dances, and once they are satisfied with the judges who are doing it, they can get the next clue. Of course we don't need to know this, so I just glanced and didn't say anything.

When we rushed to the quagmire in the welcome voice of the villagers in the local crowd, we found that all the contestants stood beside the quagmire except Lucy and Louise, the blonde women. Wait in line. In the quagmire, Tevez and Willa were trying to catch the pigs.

"Oh my God! Brian! Dillon!" Zoe saw us for the first time, and she screamed in surprise, pointing at us to summon her brother. "I thought you had left the mission long ago ... what happened ?!"

At this moment, Tevez and Vera caught the fourth pig required by their mission and walked out of the quagmire with satisfaction. He sneered as he passed by.

"It seems that the number one this time is ours," said the vicious policewoman Willa.

Ignoring them, I didn't take a look at the police couple and said to Zoe, "It's hard to say. Where do you guys go now? I didn't expect so many people to choose such a hard option."

"We've caught three, and we're still one! Within five minutes of this time, we must finish it!" After Tevez and Willa went out, James and Sid, who were in the front, were going to play. As he passed us, James said.

"So is there a five-minute time limit for each team?" I heard the implication from his words.

"That's right, you guys can just take a picture behind us." Joseph just handed the piglet in his hand to the farmer, came over to touch the muddy water and joined the conversation. "Before you arrived, we just came over from dancing. We caught our first pig! The two women, Lucy and Louise, don't want to stain themselves, they are still learning hard."

Dillon and I put down the bag without hesitation and began to undress, leaving only a pair of underwear on the body. Fortunately, after the task is completed, don't wear a muddy run for the next trip. Then we were behind Zoe and Joseph before the arrival of David and Kurt.

"You can only grab one at a time, or how many within the time range?" Kote stood in line very colorfully, and began to take off his cumbersome coat. Then he asked a question that I also just wanted to ask.

"It doesn't matter how much you want to catch!" Joseph answered with a smile, the two siblings did not have the habit of hiding. So this kind of news that he can know at will, he is still happy to tell others directly.

"It just depends on whether you are so efficient. Don't think it looks simple. I just took a puddle with Zoe just now, and it was not easy to grab one at the last minute."

"Hahaha, it looks like Brian isn't as easy as eating duck eggs if you want to keep your image!" Sam and Dean, who arrived last, heard Joseph's words as soon as they came over. Sam ridiculed me with an excuse.

Dillon glanced at him inexplicably. This man, as tall as him, looked so straight that he couldn't be straight anymore, but he always did something that was easy to misunderstand. So Dillon still has some subconscious precautions.

Sam's brother Dean is not a family who does not enter the house. He was gloating over the model combination of James and Sid who were struggling to catch the last pig in the quagmire. The handsome appearance of the two had long since disappeared. At this moment, the two clay figures rolled in the mud. He fluttered a panicked pig.

"Don't worry, Brian just has to stand there to help me, and get my hands on it." Dillon didn't plan to give these two guys a chance to laugh at me, and he said before he started to fight back.

But what he said makes sense ... at least at this time, looking at the situation on the court, maybe it was because I was standing outside the fence on the side of the quagmire. Therefore, the piglets who arbitrarily ran around in the quagmire circle have now automatically reduced the range of the circle. Suddenly it turned into a fan shape.

Maybe I can't catch the pigs, and those little pigs can't wait to avoid me thirty meters away. But I can do a good job of standing around the field and chasing the sheepdog like a pig. 2k novel reading network