Dolphin Bay, a very ironic name.

If I first sounded like this, I thought it was a place where dolphins live freely and live happily, but I didn’t know that it was a dolphin slaughterhouse.

Because of Will's explanation, the atmosphere on the dining table was a little dull for a moment. Woodrow continued: "The number of dolphins caught in Dolphin Bay every year is about 30,000 to 40,000, accounting for the vast majority of the world's killings."

Mu Yang asked: "Didn't Teresa say that there are about 670,000 dolphins that die every year?"

"That is the total death toll in the world, including dolphins that die due to marine pollution, food shortages, trawling nets, accidental garbage ingestion, etc. However, the real large-scale killing is only Japan, because people in other countries may eat whale meat, but most people will not eat dolphin meat." Will explained.

Two days later, Mu Yang and Teresa and his group of six, carrying several video recorders and camera equipment, boarded the plane to Japan.

In Wakayama Prefecture, at the southern end of the Kii Peninsula, Honshu Island, Japan, there is an ancient port town called Taki Town. There are 3,500 residents living on the coast with towering cliffs.

There are many temples here, many of which are famous throughout Japan. The courtyard sand table art of Japanese temples pursues the harmonious coexistence between man and nature. After Mu Yang finished reading it, he only felt ironic that this small town has to slaughtered tens of thousands of dolphins and thousands of whales every year.

In harmony, these monks practice what sutras do they practice?

Are the fishermen who come here to pray for blessings just praying for more whales and dolphins this year?

The six of them left the temple and drove the rented car to go around, but after walking a while away, Will, who was driving, said: "We seem to be being followed."

In fact, Mu Yang had known this situation for a long time and used exploration techniques to scan the light truck behind him. A Japanese man in his forties drove his car and pursed his lips, staring at Mu Yang and his other cars, following behind him.

Since many people from animal protection organizations come here every year, locals have become accustomed to outside protesters and have their own set of ways to deal with it, following is one of them.

Even local police will warn these protesters that if there is a conflict with locals, the police will completely favor locals.

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

"Okay, there are still a few days left before whaling season, and we have plenty of time," Will said.

Drive back to the hotel door, the light truck that followed, or should have been called the tight follower, stayed at the door for a few minutes before leaving.

"It's really annoying. This is the case with the Japanese. They often follow foreigners here, whether they are here to protect dolphins or travel. Can't we be tourists? This kind of tracking is illegal." Trister said.

Mu Yangxin said that if anyone comes to travel here in such a poor and remote mountain city, the Japanese are not stupid, and you can tell at a glance that they are from the animal protection organization.

Everyone returned to the hotel room and had just sat down. They were about to discuss what to do next, but the door was knocked.

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

"Is there anything?" Triste asked.

"We are from the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department, I hope we can talk to you." The man led the lead took out his ID and handed it to Triste.

Triste turned around and looked at the people inside the house.

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

"I also hope you are here for a trip, but many people are not." The leading policeman said with a stern face.

"What do you want to ask?" Mu Yang did not give the other party a good look.

"Can we go in and talk?" the policeman said.

"I think we'd better find a place to talk in the hall." Mu Yang didn't want them to enter the room because there were a lot of shooting equipment inside, so outsiders could understand it at a glance, let alone the police.

"Yes, we'll wait for you in the hall." The Japanese policeman left after saying that.

Mu Yang closed the door, Teresa and others surrounded him, 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.

"What should we do?" Teresa asked, and everyone else looked at Mu Yang. Because Mu Yang was mature in his work, they seemed to regard Mu Yang as their 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?" Mu Yang asked.

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

"I'll go, too." Woodrow said.

The others also said that they would go together, and Mu Yang stopped them. There was no need, just three people would go there.

Mu Yang, Teresa and Woodrow came to the hotel lobby and met the three people from the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department in the cafe in the lobby.

In the elevator downstairs, Mu Yang turned on the video recording function of the agent watch on his wrist. At this moment, Mu Yang, Teresa and Woodrow sat opposite the police. Mu Yang put his wrist on the table and pointed the camera at the direction of the police.

"Where do you come from?" the policeman in charge began to ask.

"Sir, please tell me your unit and name in detail?" Mu Yang said. In fact, Mu Yang was just to get the video information.

The policeman said impatiently: "We are from the Wakayama Prefectural Police Department of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department. My name is Yukio Sakamoto. These two are my colleagues."

A handsome man, you, the mushroom head, triangle face, squinting eyes, dare to call yourself a handsome man, Mu Yang complained in his heart.

"Where do you come from?" Sakamoto Yukio asked the question just now.

"May I ask, is this inquiry that every tourist who visits Japan has to experience? Or is your police department discriminating against us?" Mu Yang said in a mess.

Yukio Sakamoto's face became even more gloomy. This guy in front of him was difficult to deal with.

"We just care about tourists coming to Taichi Town, and there is no other intention." Sakamoto Yukio said.

"We are really honored, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Police. We are all adults, so I still have no problem taking care of myself. However, if we encounter trouble in Japan, we will choose to call the police." Mu Yang said.

Mu Yang's attitude made the police angry. At this time, Yukio Sakamoto had already endured it to the limit and said viciously to Mu Yang: "I know you are here to report on Dolphin Bay. I tell you that this is Japan, and killing dolphins is a tradition in Japan. You foreigners should not point fingers."

"Also, you are not welcome here. Please leave Taidi Town and Wakayama Prefecture as soon as possible."

Mu Yang could only say in his heart, the cooperation was so perfect.
Chapter completed!