Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

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It’s over, trapped in an endless loop...

Never able to finish writing, then I occupy the spot...

Must finish before three in the morning...

In the vast conference room, a massive curtain over fifteen meters in length suddenly dropped. The green light of the projector silently turned on, and the sound of the machine operating began.

The next moment, a rainbow light illuminated the entire white curtain, which abruptly turned into a dazzling blood-red color, reflecting light that tinged every delegate’s face red.

Bloody waves with dark red foam rose, such a bizarre sight provoked whispers among the crowd.

"What... what is this?"

"A procedure?"

"Who started it?"

An electrical expert monitoring remotely through a micro-camera pushed the controller and abruptly turned the volume to maximum.

A screeching, ear-piercing scream suddenly echoed in the empty hall, as if scraping eardrums with a small knife, no, it was more like cleaving the head in two with an axe right next to one’s ear!

Li Zhe was so discomforted that he covered his ears and couldn’t even hear what the people around him were saying.

But soon, the volume returned to normal. The scene just now seemed like nothing more than an accidental equipment malfunction.

The abrupt incident startled everyone. For a time, no one stepped forward to stop it. After a full ten seconds, a person in charge hurriedly jumped up, demanding, "Who did this, who is responsible for this, turn it off, turn it off quickly!"

The screen was full of blood-red seas and piercing screams, and one could even faintly hear rhythmic beats of long poles.

The eerie tones and monotonous blood-red sea were chilling to the bone.

The projected images looked as if a horror movie was being played, so much so that the person in charge thought someone was playing a prank, deliberately sabotaging the order of the conference.

Morishita Suji clenched the speech resuming the whaling plan and felt a trace of unease.

Not until the image began to ascend, flying higher and higher, did that unease explode in an instant.

Morishita Suji’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, he sprung up, flipped over the table, squeezed past the Japanese spokesperson, made his way through the crowd, and shouted at the chairman on stage, "Turn it off, turn it off now!"

Such an unseemly act caused a small commotion.

Reporters with keen senses immediately smelled the scent of a big news story, raising their cameras and snapping away.

The flashes caused Morishita Suji to scowl, he kept charging towards the outside ranks. A dozen delegates were violently pushed aside, their faces showing dissatisfaction, and even a few imposing figures deliberately straightened up, blocking Morishita Suji’s path.

Another spokesperson saw Morishita Suji still hadn’t realized what was happening, but by the time the familiar three-sided sea, the familiar tunnel, and familiar fishermen gradually appeared, his head spun.

Done for.

It’s Dolphin Bay!

A torrential downpour descended upon the bustling Ginza streets, yet it did nothing to dampen people’s enthusiasm for walking.

The sidewalks of Ginza on both sides were spacious. Every weekend, vehicles were barred from the streets, turning it into a bustling pedestrian mall.

Today was Sunday.

Black umbrellas blocked the rain, falling along the edges forming a curtain of water, and through the blurry water curtain, one could see a faint purple light emitted by neon lights on tall buildings.

The shadows of fluorescent lights reflected on the marble floors as Richard heard the downpour hitting the roof, the surrounding flow of people was ceaseless, like a stream.

In front of Richard was a backpack, and it was clear to anyone that there was a display screen between the backpack and his chest.

Nobody paid attention to the old man who suddenly appeared under the eave of the building, assuming he was someone who, after purchasing electronics and caught off guard by the sudden downpour, was blocked from going home by the rain.

A street vendor saw a business opportunity, quickly approached Richard, and asked if he needed an umbrella.

Richard smiled and politely declined the vendor, then glanced at his watch. As the hour struck, he no longer waited and stepped into the rain.

The rejected vendor was momentarily surprised, scoffing inside, "Stingy old man, aren’t you worried about your display getting wet?"

But in the next moment, the vendor was rendered speechless because he saw the elderly man, over sixty years old, boldly walking toward the crossroads, finally standing silently in the middle.

The man with a stern face set down the backpack in front of him, strapped it to his back, and revealed the display screen on his chest.

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The passersby on the street gave a sidelong glance but did not stop.

Performance art was not common on the streets of Tokyo.

The heavy rain soaked Richard’s grizzled hair, yet he did not leave, standing straight in the middle of the intersection, as newcomers brushed past him.

The screen on Richard’s chest suddenly lit up.

The same blood light, the same piercing scream.

Some passersby glancing sideways halted, showing a hint of interest in the old man’s performance.

Such performance art was quite rare on the streets of Tokyo.

"A sea of blood," huh? What is he trying to express?"

"Don’t understand."

"The rain is getting heavier, let’s go."

Richard remained silent, while the screen display reduced the scale of the image, revealing more and more content—ocean, mountain, people... dolphins.

"Oh, those are dolphins, dolphins?"

"Yes, dolphins, what’s happening here?"

"Is this Japan? Is this Japan?"

The fishermen stood on small boats, wielding long-handled knives, as a dolphin suddenly turned around, diving swiftly into the water. The photography seamlessly transitioned from the sea surface to the seafloor, crystal clear.

Onlookers saw the dolphin attempting to enter a crevice beneath the mountain range, but it was quickly driven out by unseen sonar waves.

A mechanical imitation fish, fitted with a camera, swam over the surface, and from below, it captured the long knife piercing down through the water, then the screen abruptly went black.

The scene returned to the air above, the red mist of blood billowing from the azure sea and gradually spreading, turning into a faint pink.

But before the ocean currents could sweep it away, more and more blood gushed out, the pink turning to blood-red, and finally to dark red.

More and more onlookers stopped, young girls covered their mouths, boys had their eyes shielded by their parents, and office workers stood in astonishment at a distance.

More and more gathered, more and more.

Where is this place?

More and more onlookers wanted to know where this was, was it a documentary or a video produced with special effects?

"This is Taiji Town! This is Taiji Town!"

A passerby shouted, "I’ve been there, I rode on a cruise in that place, I’ve seen this bay!"

"Taiji Town?"

"The Taiji Town in Wakayama Prefecture, a truly beautiful place, does something like this really happen there?"

"It’s fake, it’s fake. It’s just a produced video, stop watching!"

A man pulled his own girlfriend, with red-rimmed eyes, away.

The heavy rain continued.

"Is this Taiji Town?"

Someone in the crowd asked.

"Yes, this is Taiji Town, Dolphin Bay."

It was a heavy rain in Ginza, and a fine drizzle began in Taiji Town as well.

Bi Fang arrived on the mountainside, stepping onto a large boulder, with hundreds of hectares of green forest behind him. High up on the mountain, the horizon opened up with the turbulent tide, and through the high-definition drone, one could clearly see everything inside the bay below the mountain.

The fishermen excitedly captured dolphins, not noticing that on the right side of the shorter mountain, a young man stood.

It was nine o’clock in the evening in Alaska, nine in the morning in Tokyo, eight o’clock Huaxia time.

Tens of millions of viewers poured into the live stream, stunned.

Many were still groggy, waking up early in the morning to such a bloody scene, which was indeed stomach-churning.

[What’s happening?]

[I’m confused.]

[Why would you show me such a bloody thing this early in the morning?]

[A missing person returning?]

[What’s the situation, what’s the situation, Master Fang why aren’t you explaining? I nearly threw up my breakfast]

[I forgot, I’m kind of bewildered right now.]

Bi Fang began walking towards the top of the mountain.

The fishermen, losing themselves in their actions, were swinging their long knives with smiles plastered across their faces, which, combined with the sea of blood, created an unspeakably eerie atmosphere.

Were these fishermen mentally disturbed?

No, they were only after profit...

Wait, even Bi Fang wasn’t sure whether these Japanese were mentally disturbed or not, but their primary objective was indeed money.

As he walked, Bi Fang started to describe the dolphin activities in Taiji Town, pointing towards the other side of the ocean where several tour boats were docked, their massive bulks adorned with huge dolphin cartoons, even the bows had dolphin sculptures.

"See those tour boats over there? They’re Taiji Town’s famous tourist attraction."

Bi Fang said nothing, everything was left unsaid.

The higher you stand, the further you see.

Unfortunately, no matter how far one could see from here, it was still not possible to spot the Whale Museum in town.

"There’s a Whale Museum in the town as well, with a huge sculpture at the door. When you walk down the street, even the floor tiles are decorated with dolphin cartoons."

However, that didn’t matter. In Bi Fang’s description, the audience had already been sent shivers down their spines.

"Many people are conflicted about eating dog meat, often you can see the supporters and opponents clashing. But this is personal preference. What kind of sight is it when someone who loves dogs is petting their beloved pet one moment and ordering a spicy dog meat hotpot the next?"

"I know many of you have been asking why I ended the stream without a closing remark a couple of days ago and then disappeared for two days. The chief of Taiji Town Police Department probably has the most say in this matter—as he’s likely been searching for me in the forest for a good two days now."

Matsumoto Kiyotaka, listening to Bi Fang’s words, shivered all over, "Shut him up, make him shut up! Technician, cut the signal, can you cut the signal?"

"No, they’re using satellite signals!"

"Then forget the stream, just catch him, go catch him now!"

The officers filed out, but Matsumoto Kiyotaka called them back.

"Wait," Matsumoto Kiyotaka’s expression changed for a moment as he made up his mind, "arm yourselves, arm everyone!"

"Move out now, immediately!"

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"Why can’t it be turned off, how can it not be turned off?"

"Our system has been hacked, we don’t control it anymore."

A whaling conference, how could it attract a hacker attack? They were just ordinary staff, and even half-experts in electronics were enough to throw them into chaos.

"Then pull the plug, pull the damn plug!"

Someone yelled.

A few people moved their stools frantically trying to unplug the power.

Morishita Suji finally burst out of the delegation seats and approached the projector to try and unplug it.

But the ceiling was simply too high, and hopelessly out of reach, they stood on tiptoe like clowns performing a farce.

The noise in the conference room grew louder with each image that played on the screen.

"This is a massacre, a naked massacre!"

"Taiji Town, Japan, it’s real, it’s all real!"

"Japan must give an explanation, explain this clip, explain their deception!"

Just as the incident was escalating, the screen suddenly went pitch black, returning to the original blank screen.

Morishita Suji was panting heavily by the electrical switch, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his heart in utter chaos.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his forehead, wanting to say something, but his mind was going blank.

Someone stood up and shouted, "Why turn it off, feeling guilty?"

"We have the right to know the truth!"

"Why keep denying it? This is deceit, what exactly is the purpose of your deception?"

The Japanese delegation, which had initially enjoyed popular support, suddenly found themselves the target of everyone’s condemnation.

Morishita Suji licked his lips and opened his mouth slightly: "I’m sorry, everyone, but I must tell you, you’ve all been deceived..."

"Do you think we’re blind?"

"Of course not, but oftentimes, there’s a tendency to see issues from one side only."

"If it’s one-sided, why can’t we watch it to the end? Isn’t that even more one-sided of you?"

"That’s right, put it back on, we want to see everything!"

The countless flashing cameras almost turned the conference room into daylight.

On the streets of Ginza, the bustling intersection was completely blocked by pedestrians.

The crowd, driven by curiosity and excitement, was growing, and everyone wanted to ask the old man what was going on.

But Richard stood silently in the rain, quietly playing the video.

The rain drenched his entire body, yet Richard couldn’t feel the cold; a passion was stirring within his chest.

Seeing more and more people sheltering him with umbrellas, Richard knew he had succeeded.

"Do you see it clearly? This is Taiji Town."

At that moment, Bi Fang had already reached the mountaintop; his right elbow rested on his knee, his left hand pointing at the increasingly blood-red sea water below.

"In June, before I had returned from the Rainforest, Richard had already come here to secretly film, but the result was that all the equipment was destroyed, and two of our members are still in the hospital recuperating."

"At the end of June, after returning from the Rainforest, Jerret approached me, asking for my help to expose all this. I didn’t refuse. Until today, the truth is right before your eyes."

"Every year, more than ten thousand dolphins are slaughtered here, without the knowledge of the outside world. They’ve always hidden it very well."

[This is terrifying...]

[Wait, where did Master Fang find the time to help?]

[The unsung hero indeed.]

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Under the drone’s camera, fishermen drive away dolphin calves, some of which were only as big as Bi Fang’s arm.

Yet they still proceeded with the slaughter of these dolphins.

A chaotic chorus of shouts came from behind Bi Fang, and when he looked back, he saw several panting officers.

They were shouting loudly, telling Bi Fang to surrender, and some even drew their guns in threat.

But Bi Fang’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, he continued walking towards the edge of the cliff.

"Stop right there!"

The officers behind him yelled.

Bi Fang looked down at the sea waves below the cliff, the stones tumbling into the sea.

This cliff was forty meters high; a fall would mean certain death.

"Richard advised me to leave Japan early, as it would be dangerous, but after much thought, I could not bear to. I didn’t leave; I waited in the forest for two whole days, just for today..."

Bi Fang turned to look at the officers, yet his tone remained unchanged