Chapter 27 2 Dr. Sheep Appears

Waking up at eight o'clock the next morning, we put on our clothes and took the elevator downstairs to have breakfast at a nearby tea shop.There is neither a restaurant nor a tea shop in the Dolphin Hotel. Having said that yesterday, we split up and started to act.As I said that, I gave her a photocopy of the photo.I wanted to find out the location by taking the mountain in the background of this photo as a clue.I hope you will try to find a farm with sheep as the center.Do you know how to do it?Any hint, no matter how small, will do.It's better than looking around blindly in Hokkaido.

No problem, leave it to me. Then meet in the hotel room in the evening. Don't worry too much.She said and put on her sunglasses.I figured it must be easy to find. I hope so.I said. ◇ However, things are not that simple.I went to the tourism department of the government office, visited various tourism service centers and tourism companies, and asked mountaineering associations. I visited almost all places related to tourism and mountains.However, no one has the impression of the mountain in the photo. This is a very ordinary mountain.they said.And what is shown in the photo is only a part of the mountain.

This is the only conclusion I have come to from running all day.That is to say, unless it is quite a characteristic mountain, it is really difficult to guess what the name of the mountain is just by looking at a part of it. I walked into a bookstore on the way, bought the whole map of Hokkaido and the books "The Mountains of Hokkaido", and went to the tea shop to read while drinking two bottles of ginger ale.Hokkaido has an incredible number of mountains, and each mountain has a similar color and a similar shape.I compared the mountain in the photo of the mouse with the mountain in the photo in the book. Ten minutes later, my head started to hurt.What's more, the number of photos of the mountains in the book is only a very small part of the total number of mountains in Hokkaido.And it is found that when the same mountain is viewed from different angles, the impression is completely different.Mountains are alive.The author wrote in the preface to that book.Depending on the viewing angle, season, time, or the mood of the person watching the mountain, the posture of the mountain is completely different.It is therefore important that we recognize the fact that we often only see parts of mountains, grasp only tiny fragments.

well!I sighed aloud, and then went back to doing homework that I knew was useless.After hearing the clock strike five o'clock, I sat on a park bench and gnawed corn with the pigeons. The quality of her information collection work is slightly better than mine, but it still seems to be the same in the end in vain.We were having a simple dinner in a small restaurant behind the Dolphin Hotel, and we were exchanging stories of what had happened to each other throughout the day. The animal husbandry class in the Dao Hall knew almost nothing.she says.In other words, sheep are already abandoned animals.Raising sheep is also uneconomical.At least in the form of mass breeding and grazing.

So it should be easier to find because of the small quantity. Not necessarily.If sheep breeding flourishes, there will be individual cooperative activities, and then the government will be able to control fixed access. However, in today's situation, it is simply impossible to grasp the real situation of small and medium-sized sheep breeding units.Everyone seems to be raising cats and dogs, only raising a few sheep as they like.However, I still collected the addresses of about 30 known sheep traders. This information is from four years ago, and it seems that there have been great changes in the four years.Japan's agricultural policy changes like a cat's eyes every three years.

Oh my god.I sighed as I drank my beer alone.It seems to be helpless.There are hundreds of similar mountains in Hokkaido, and the reality of the sheep industry is not at all clear. It's only been a day.It's just the beginning. Haven't your ears received the message yet? Information will not come just yet.She ate boiled fish and drank miso soup while talking.I kind of know it myself, in other words, information comes in when we're stuck with something, or mentally hungry.Now is not the time. Do you really have to wait until you are about to drown before you throw the rope over?

right.Now I am here with you and there is nothing lacking. When you are fully satisfied, information will not come.So we had to find the sheep with our own hands. I really don't understand.I said.In fact, we were cornered.If the sheep are not found, we will be driven into a very difficult situation.Although I don't know how difficult it will be, but those guys said they are going to push us into a difficult situation, so it must be a real difficult situation.Because they are experts in this field.Even if Mr. is dead, the organization is still there, and the organization is everywhere in Japan like sewers, and their organization is trying to force us into a difficult situation.Although it feels inexplicable, but things will become like that.

Isn't this like TV's The Invaders? On the point of being inexplicable, yes.Anyway we've been implicated, and by us I mean you and me.Although it was only me at the beginning, you joined me halfway.Doesn't that count as drowning? Oh, this is my favorite.Much better than sleeping with someone you don't know, sticking your ears out for a flash photo, or proofreading a dictionary of names.That's the way life is. in other words.I said.The rope won't come until you're almost drowned. correct.We have to find the sheep with our own hands.You and I must not be so unlucky.

perhaps. We go back to the hotel to fuck.I like the language of sexual intercourse very much.That would suggest to me the possibility of some limited form. ◇ However, our third and fourth days in Sapporo also passed in inaction.We got up at eight, had breakfast, went out for the day separately, and exchanged information over dinner in the evening.Go back to the hotel, have sex and sleep.I threw away my old tennis shoes, bought new ones, and went around showing pictures to hundreds of people.Based on official and library sources, she made a long list of sheep breeders and started calling from scratch.However the gain is zero.No one has an impression of this mountain, and all the sheep breeders don't know the sheep with the stars on their backs.An old man said that he remembered seeing such a mountain in South Sakhalin before the war, but I don't think mice will go to Sakhalin.It is impossible to send limited time specials to Tokyo from Sakhalin Island.

Then the fifth and sixth days passed.October sat down steadily into the city.Although the sun is warm, the wind is a bit cold, so I put on a thin cotton windbreaker at dusk.The streets of Sapporo are wide and wearisomely straight.I never knew how wearisome it is to walk continuously on a street made of straight lines of light. I do get worn out.On the fourth day, the feeling of east, west, north and south has disappeared.I began to feel that the opposite of east is south, so I went to a stationery store and bought a compass.Walking around with a compass in hand, the streets gradually become an unreal existence.Buildings began to look like studio props, and pedestrians walking on the road began to look like planes dug out of cardboard.The sun rises from one side of the flat earth, draws an arc across the sky like a lead ball, and sinks to the other side.

I drink up to seven cups of coffee a day and pee every hour.Then gradually lose appetite. How about an ad in the newspaper?she proposes.Say you want to connect with your friends. Not bad.I said.Whether it works is another matter, at least it is much better than doing nothing. I went to four newspapers and asked them to publish three lines of advertisements in the morning papers of the next day. Mouse, please contact Hurry up! ! Dolphin Hotel 406 Then for the next two days, I waited in my hotel room for calls.Three calls came in that day.One pass is a citizen asking what is the meaning of the so-called mouse? It's my friend's nickname.I answer. He hung up the phone contentedly. The other call was a prank call. The other party on the squeaking phone said.Squeak. I hang up the phone.The city is a strange place. And another call from a woman with a very thin voice. Everyone calls me a mouse.she says.It was like the sound of distant wires being shaken by the wind. Thank you for calling specifically, I'm sorry, but I'm looking for a man.I said. I think it's probably the same.she says.Anyway, I'm also called a mouse.so i thought it would be better to make a phone call Thank you very much. no nothing.Did you find that gentleman? not yet.I said.Unfortunately. It would be nice if it was me, but it's not me after all. Yeah, what a pity. She fell silent while I scratched behind my ear with my little finger. Actually, I want to talk to you.she says. With me? I don't understand either. Ever since I saw the advertisement in the newspaper this morning, I have been hesitant to call you.because i think i'm gonna get you in trouble Then, calling you a mouse is also a lie. Yes.she says.No one calls me a mouse.I never had friends.So I want to talk to someone and see. I sighed.But thank you anyway. sorry.Are you from Hokkaido? Tokyo.I said. Came here from Tokyo to find friends? Yes. How old is your friend? Just turned thirty. how about you? Another two months and thirty. single? yes. I am twenty-two years old.Do things get easier as you get older? can you?I said.have no idea.Some get easier, some don't. I wish I could talk slowly while eating. Sorry, I have to wait here for the call. Yes.she says.terribly sorry. Anyway thanks for calling. So I hung up the phone. If you think about it carefully, it's a bit like a complicatedly designed prostitution phone.Or it might just be a phone call from a lonely woman, as it seems.For me both are the same.The result is still zero clues after all. There was only one phone call the next day, and it was said that it was about the rats, so let me handle it.Hit by a mentally ill man.He spent fifteen minutes talking about his fight with rats in Siberian detention.Although the topic is very interesting, it still cannot be a clue. I sat down on a spring-protruded chair by the window, waited for the phone to ring, and spent the whole day looking at the working conditions of a company on the third floor of the opposite building.After watching it all day, I still have no idea what kind of company it is for.There are more than a dozen employees in the company, and there are always people coming and going like a basketball game.Someone handed the document to someone, someone stamped it, and someone else put that in an envelope and ran outside.During the lunch break, a waitress with large breasts served everyone tea.A few people came in from outside ordering coffee in the afternoon.So I also wanted to drink coffee, so I asked the shopkeeper to leave a message for me. I went to a nearby tea shop to drink coffee, and bought two cans of beer by the way.When I came back, I saw that the number of people in the company had been reduced to four.Clerks with big tits and young clerks are joking with each other.While drinking beer, I watched the company's activities centered on her. I began to feel that her breasts seemed to be growing abnormally.She probably wears bras like the cables of the Golden Gate Bridge.Several young staff members seemed eager to sleep with her.Through two panes of glass and a road, that sexuality of theirs came to me.What a strange thing it is to feel someone else's sexuality.Before I knew it, I was captured by the illusion that it was my own sexuality. It was five o'clock, and she changed into a red dress and went back from get off work. I drew the curtains and watched the replay of the bunny cartoon on TV.The eighth day of the Dolphin Hotel was spent like this. ◇ Oh my god.I said.My goodness seems to be gradually becoming my mantra.In this way a third of the month is over, and yet we have not arrived anywhere. yes.she says.What happened to the sardines? After dinner we rested on the poor orange sofa in the foyer of the Dolphin Hotel.Besides us, only the shopkeeper with three fingers was there.He was using a ladder to change light bulbs, clean windows, and fold newspapers.Besides us, there should be a few other guests, but everyone hid in the room silently like mummies put in the shadows. How is the work going?While watering the potted plants, the shopkeeper asked me respectfully and politely. Not so well.I said. You seem to have advertised in the newspaper. yes.I said.I am looking for someone for the inheritance of land inheritance. Inheritance? right.Because the heir's whereabouts are unknown. I see.He understands.Very interesting career. Not so. But it seems a bit "Moby Dick" interesting. white whaleI said. yes.Finding something is fun. Like looking for a mammoth?my girlfriend asked. Yes, it's the same for everything.The shopkeeper said.I named it the Dolphin Hotel because there is a scene where dolphins appear in Herman Melville's "Moby Dick". oh!I said.If so, why not just call it Whale Hotel? The image of the whale is not very good.He said regretfully. Dolphin Hotel is a great name.girlfriend said. Thanks.The shopkeeper smiled.However, it is a kind of fate that you can live for so long. In order to express my gratitude, I would like to give you wine, please? That's great.she says. Thanks.I said. He went into the inner room and came out shortly afterwards with a cold bottle of white wine and three glasses. Let's have a toast to celebrate, but since I'm at work, I can only be mean. Random, random.we say. So we drank wine.Although it is not a high-end wine, it is quite delicious and refreshing.There is also a grape pattern engraving on the glass, which is quite delicate. You like Moby Dick, right?I try to ask. Um, so I've wanted to be a crew member since I was a kid. So run the restaurant now?she asked. Yes, because the fingers are missing.the man said.In fact, it was swept in by the hoist when the cargo ship was unloading. so poor.she says. At that time, it was black in front of my eyes.However, life is so unpredictable.The result is now running a restaurant like this.Although it is not a very special hotel, it has always been maintained, and it has been ten years now. In this way, he is not only the shopkeeper, but also the boss. This is a most amazing hotel.she encouraged. Thank you so much.The owner said and poured a second glass of wine into our glasses. But in terms of ten years, how should I put it, the buildings are full of style.I ventured to explore. oh.This was built immediately after the war.I bought it cheap for a reason. What was it used for before opening a restaurant? The name is Hokkaido Sheep Hall, dealing with various affairs and materials related to sheep sheep?I said. It's sheep.the man said. ◇ The building is owned by the Hokkaido Sheep Association. Although it lasted until Showa 42, it was closed due to the sluggish business of Hokkaido sheep.The man said and took a sip of wine.It was actually my father who was the curator at that time.My father couldn't bear the closure of his beloved sheep hall, so he bought the building and land from the association at a relatively cheap price on the condition that the relevant sheep information be preserved.So now the second floor of this building has been turned into a sheep reference room.Although they are materials, they are all old things, which are no longer useful, and are just the old man's interest.I run the rest of the hotel as a restaurant. Is it by chance?I said. You say by chance? In fact, the person I am looking for is related to sheep.When it comes to clues, there is only one photo he sent. oh?He said.May I see that photo? I took out the picture of the sheep in the booklet from my pocket and gave it to the man.He took his glasses from the counter and stared intently at the photograph. I remember this.He said. you remember? Indeed there are.As the man spoke, he moved the ladder that had been placed under the electric light to the opposite wall to lean against it, picked up the photo frame hanging near the ceiling, and got off the ladder.Then use a rag to wipe off any dust that has accumulated on the frame before handing it over to me. Isn't the scenery the same as this? The photo frame itself is very old, and the photos inside are so old that they have turned brown.That photo is also a photo of a sheep.All about sixty or so.There are fences, birch forests, and mountains.The shape of the birch forest is completely different from the photo of the mouse, but the mountain in the background is indeed the same mountain.Even the composition of the photos is exactly the same. Oh my god.I said to her.We pass under this photo every day. So didn't I say you should stay at the Dolphin Hotel?She said nonchalantly. alright.Well, I sighed and asked the man.Where is the location of this scenery? have no idea.the man said.This photo has been hanging in the same place since the days of the Sheep Guild Hall. oh?I said. But there is a way to know. any solution? Ask my father to see.My father had a room on the second floor, where he lived and lived.Almost all of them nestled on the second floor, reading the materials of sheep all the time.I haven't seen him for half a month, but every time I put the food at the door, it will be empty after thirty minutes, so I can be sure that he is probably still alive. Is it possible to know the location of this photo just by asking your father? I think I should know.As I said just now, my father used to be the curator of the Sheep Club, and he knew everything about sheep.Everyone even called him Dr. Yang. Dr. Sheep.I said.