Dolphin Bay, a very ironic name.

At first glance, you thought it was a place where dolphins roost freely and live happily, but who knew that it was a slaughterhouse for dolphins.

Because of Will's explanation, the atmosphere at the table was a little dull for a while. Listen to Woodrow continue: "The number of dolphins killed in Dolphin Bay every year is about 30,000 to 40,000, which accounts for the vast majority of the world's killing. ”

Muyang asked: "Didn't Talissa say that there are about 60,000 or 70,000 dolphins that die every year?" ”

"That's the total number of deaths in the world, including dolphins who have died due to marine pollution, food shortages, trawling, eating garbage, and so on, but the real large-scale killing is only here in Japan, because people in other countries may eat whale meat, but most people don't eat dolphin meat." Will explained.

Two days later, Muyang and Teresa set a group of six people, carrying several video cameras and photographic equipment, and stepped on a plane to Japan.

In Wakayama Prefecture, at the southern tip of the Kii Peninsula on the island of Honshu, Japan, there is an old port town called Taiji Town, with a total of 3,500 inhabitants living along the coast of the rocky cliffs.

There are many temples here, many of which are famous throughout Japan, the courtyard sand table art of Japanese temples, the pursuit of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, after Muyang read it, he will only feel ironic, it is this small city, but tens of thousands of dolphins and thousands of whales are slaughtered every year.

Nature coexists in harmony, what kind of scriptures are these monks cultivating.

Could it be that the fishermen who come here to pray for blessings are just praying for more whale and dolphin hunting this year?

The six of them left the temple. I got into my rental car and was about to get around, but after walking out for a while, Will, who was driving, said, "We seem to be being followed." ”

In fact, Muyang had known about this situation for a long time. A Japanese man in his forties, driving a car with his mouth pursed, his eyes kept glued to Muyang's car, and he followed behind step by step.

With so many animal protection groups coming here every year, the locals have become accustomed to the protesters and have their own ways of dealing with them. Tracking is one of them.

Even the local police will warn these protesters if they clash with the locals. The police will be completely partial to the locals, yes completely.

"Let's go back to the hotel today." Teresa said.

"It's a good thing, there's still a few days left before the whaling season, so we have plenty of time." Will Road.

Drive back to the hotel door. That car tracks. Or should call the light truck that follows closely, and stays at the door for a few minutes before leaving.

"It's really annoying, the Japanese are like that, they often follow foreigners who come here, whether it's to protect dolphins or to travel, can't we be tourists, their stalking is illegal." Trist said.

Mu Yangxin said. Such a small mountain town in the middle of nowhere, who comes here to travel. The Japanese are not stupid, and they know at a glance that they are from animal protection organizations.

Everyone returned to their hotel room, and was just about to sit down, about to discuss what to do next, when there was a knock on the door.

Tracer went to open the door and found three Japanese men standing outside.

"What's the matter?" Tracer asked.

"We are from the Metropolitan Police Department of Japan, and I hope we can talk to you." The man in charge took out his ID and handed it to Trist.

Trist turned her head and looked at the people in the room.

Muyang stood up, walked to the door of the room, and said to the three Japanese policemen: "I don't know why you policemen are looking for us, we didn't break the law, we just came to travel." ”

"I wish you were here to travel, but many of you are not." The policeman said with a straight face.

"What do you want to ask?" Muyang didn't give the other party a good face.

"Can we go in and talk?" The police said.

"I guess we'd better go down the hall and find a place to talk." Muyang didn't want them to enter the room, because there was a lot of filming equipment inside, and outsiders could understand it at a glance, let alone the police.

"Yes, we'll be waiting for you in the hall." The Japanese police left.

Muyang closed the door, and Talisa and several people surrounded her, with a slightly nervous look on their faces, after all, they were all college students who had not experienced society, and they were still a little worried about the police coming to ask them.

"What should we do?" Teresa asked, and the others also looked at Muyang, because Muyang was mature, they seemed to regard Muyang as the backbone.

"Don't worry, the Japanese police won't do anything to us, we don't have to go all over, I'll deal with them, who will go with me." Muyang asked.

"I'll go with you." Teresa said.

"I'll go too." Woodrow Road.

The others also said that they would go together, but Muyang stopped them, there was no need, it was okay to have three people over.

Muyang, Teressa, and Woodrow came to the hotel lobby and met three people from the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department in the café in the lobby.

In the elevator downstairs, Mu Yang turned on the video recording function of the agent watch on his wrist, and at this moment, Mu Yang, Teresa and Woodrow sat opposite the police, Mu Yang's wrist was on the table, and the camera was aimed at the direction of the three policemen.

"Where are you from?" The policeman in charge began to ask.

"Mr. Officer, please tell me your unit and name in detail." Muyang said, in fact, Muyang is just to get video materials.

The policeman said impatiently: "We are from the Wakayama Prefectural Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, my name is Yukio Sakamoto, and these two are my colleagues." ”

Type man, just like you, the mushroom-headed triangular face and squinting eyes, you still dare to call yourself a type man, Mu Yang complained in his heart.

"Where are you from?" Yukio Sakamoto asked another question from the question he had just asked.

"Excuse me, is this kind of inquiry something that every tourist to Japan has to go through, or is it that your Metropolitan Police Department discriminates against us?" Mu Yang said nonsense.

Yukio Sakamoto's face became even more gloomy, this guy in front of him is not easy to deal with.

"We're just concerned about the tourists who come to Taiji, and we don't mean anything else." Yukio Sakamoto.

"Then we are really honored, but thank you Mr. Police for your concern, we are all adults, I think there is no problem to take care of yourself, but if you get into trouble in Japan, we will choose to call the police." Muyang Road.

Muyang's attitude made the police feel angry, and at this time Yukio Sakamoto had already endured it to the limit, and said viciously to Muyang: "I know you are here to report on Dolphin Bay, let me tell you, this is Japan, and it is a Japanese tradition to hunt dolphins, and you foreigners had better not come to point fingers." ”

"Also, you are not welcome here, so please leave Taiji Town as soon as possible and leave Wakayama Prefecture."

Muyang can only say in his heart, it is really a perfect cooperation. (To be continued.) )