Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

"I don't think there's anything funny about dying in the street—as long as it's not a deliberate act.—Stendhal, Diary"

Police officer Lance finally found out the common characteristics of these victims. They all had an intimate relationship with a man. It was a beautiful and attractive oriental man. He saw his photo and found him in the bar.

He was sitting at the bar drinking, chatting casually with the bartender, ignoring all the avid looks that fell on him.

"Sorry, I only drink and don't have sex today." When Lance was sitting next to him, the other party didn't even raise his head.

It's really interesting, not only in appearance, but also in character.

He laughed, and the other party raised his eyelids to look at him, "Well, if it's you, I take back what I said before."

"You know me?" Lance asked him.

"I know you." Mo Ci leaned on the table with a smile, and looked up at him like that, "Of course I know you, after all, I like you."

Sure enough, it is so casual that you can say that you like it.

"you like me?"

"Yeah, it was love at first sight." Mo Ci finally propped himself up and stopped lying on his stomach, then hooked his fingers at him, his eyes rolling, "Really, I haven't had sex with the police yet."

Lance didn't like his frivolous appearance very much, but he didn't show it, and his expression was still calm. "How do you know I'm a police officer?"

"I saw your speech on behalf of the police two days ago. It was on TV. The quality of the media was not very good, but it didn't hurt your charm. You are the most handsome spokesperson for justice in this city. And I Loved your uniform, it's a shame you didn't wear it today."

"Then you should know what case I'm investigating recently."

"It's the latest serial murder case." Mo Ci touched Lance's neckline with his fingers, "Mr. Police, is it because you think there are suspects here that you came here?"

"Do you think anyone here is a suspect?"

"I didn't say that." At this time, Mo Ci's hand had already touched Lance's exposed collarbone along the neckline, "Mr. Police, this is gay, if you are not here to investigate the case, then you come here Still sitting next to me, I can only think it's because you are interested in me. Look at the eyes of those people on you, I'm a better one night / flirt than them, isn't I? At least I'm better than them It looks so much better."

Lance didn't feel that Mo Ci thought highly of himself. There were not many Asian faces in this country, but Mo Ci obviously possessed a beauty far beyond ordinary people, and even blurred race and gender.

Lance suddenly felt a desire to risk himself, and he knew that it had nothing to do with whether the other party was a suspect or not, he was just bewitched by such a facial gesture.

Perhaps those people also died in this way. They were obsessed with such beauty, but they died of sexual asphyxiation in order to obtain the ultimate pleasure.

"But I don't want to be crushed by others." Lance said, "Even if you are indeed prettier than them."

"In fact, we don't have to do the last step. I said, I like you, I fell in love with you at first sight, and I don't want to force you to do anything." Mo Ci's hand on Lance's collarbone has already begun to rub, his movements are ambiguous It's a little too much, and the desire is clearly revealed in the eyes.

He suddenly stood up from the high chair, and his whole body was closer to Lance, almost leaning into his arms, "So you are really here to investigate the case? I am your suspect? Because I and the dead Those people did?"

He was smiling when he said this, but Lance felt the indifference and indifference in it. Whether he was a murderer or not, he had no nostalgia for those who slept with him, not even a little No regrets.

He didn't speak, he waited for Mo Ci to continue.

"Let's change a place, I think you really want to talk to me, there are too many people here?"

"Okay." Lance agreed quickly. At that moment, he didn't even feel that he was putting himself in danger.

Mo Ci smiled and hugged his shoulders, and then walked outside the bar. He met another Asian who winked at him and closed his eyes. Then Mo Ci also said something in Chinese, and then blew a kiss back to the other party, and stretched out his hand. Afterwards, it was compared to a pistol gesture, and he moved his wrist and raised it up, as if he had finished shooting, with some recoil.

When Mo Ci started the car, Lance said again, "I can actually take you to the police station for cooperation."

Mo Ci turned his head and blinked at him, "If that's the case, I won't say a word. You are helpless, and now only an innocent suspect like me can provide information, right?"

Lance didn't speak this time, and let him step on the accelerator, and the car sped away like an arrow leaving the string. (Don't drink and drive, don't drink and drive, don't learn from him! It's illegal!)

"You brought me to your house?"

"It's exactly where you live. Mr. Police, you're so surprised, do you think I'm going to take you to a hotel?" He laughed out loud, opened the door and gestured to him, "Come in, There was no reason for you to enter the place where I, a law-abiding citizen, lived without a search warrant."

He vetoed himself at this point, "Oh, no, you have a reason, who made me like you."

Lance's grammar believes that Mo Ci should say this kind of words countless times, so proficient that routines and true feelings are intertwined, and even his eyes are extremely affectionate.

Believe in him as a matter of course, and not believe him as a matter of course, and you will feel that those who believe are fools.

Lance sat on the sofa and saw Mo Ci pour him a glass of water, and then poured himself a glass of whiskey. "I know you won't drink it, but my wine is really good. It's a 54-year-old Scotch whiskey from Bowmore. The current market price is estimated to be $60 million."

"It's really good wine. If I have a chance in the future, I will try it." Lance said so, but he didn't even touch the water Mo Ci poured for him.

"I don't think there's that chance." Mo Ci took a sip of whiskey, then said with a smile, "How could a person like you be willing to have anything to do with me if it wasn't for the investigation? So I really am you Just because the three dead people slept with me? If they weren't dead, I can't even recall their faces."

"Just to cooperate with the investigation."

"Okay, serious Mr. Police, I will answer every question." Mo Ci looked at him with a smile, "After all, I fell in love with you at first sight."

Another damn "love at first sight".

Lance thought, he didn't want to hear this word again here in Mo Ci.

"May NO.13 from 21pm to 25pm, May [-]st from [-]pm to [-]pm, and May [-]th from [-]pm to [-]pm, do you have an alibi?"

"I don't remember the first two time periods," Mo Cixiao said, "Maybe I was flirting with someone at that time, maybe I was already asleep. But I remember on the 25th, I was not feeling well that day, so I went to bed early, No one can prove it. But even if I don't have an alibi, you can't just think that I killed someone?"

"They were strangled with ropes, died of sexual asphyxiation, and left naked on the street."

"Well," Mo Ci raised his eyebrows, "Are you playing so wildly? But officer, I don't have any S/M tendencies. If you don't believe me, you can try it with me, but if you want to use a whip or a candle I can actually accept things like that.”

"I didn't plan to have anything to do with you." Lance said so, his expression still calm.

Mo Ci still smiled, he sat closer to Lance, his eyes fell on Lance's belt. "But I really want to have something to do with you. Just seeing you on TV that day made me so hard."

Lance already regretted coming here with Mo Ci at this time. He felt that he would not get any answers at all, so he might as well have applied for a search warrant to search his house directly.

So he was going to leave, no longer giving this man the opportunity to sexually harass public officials.

Just when he was about to leave, Mo Ci said again, "Actually, you should investigate the commonality. The three men are all married and have children, all of whom are boys, but in fact they like to be oppressed by others." Next, I often come to the bar to find pleasure, while cheating on the family and being slutty, this kind of commonality is far more important than the fact that they slept with me."

"Then why are you still sleeping with them?"

What Lance wanted to ask was actually why you slept with them knowing that they had these qualities, but Mo Ci thought for a while as if he didn't understand what he meant, "It should be pleasing to the eye, after all They are good looking. And I am not a family dispute mediator or a moral standard, just to hit a gun, do I have to ask them to submit a personal biography before doing it?"

"In addition, the death method of sexual suffocation itself has a lot to say. When the brain lacks oxygen, it will bring a kind of dreamlike pleasure. Putting it together with orgasm, it can make you feel like a **** It is the top level of stimulation that people are addicted to. It is certainly not the first time they have tried this kind of thing, and it is difficult for ordinary people to jump directly from regular sex to this level.”

Listening to his description, Lance frowned slightly, "Have you tried it?"

Mo Ci stretched out a finger, "Just once."

"Didn't you say that would be addictive?"

Mo Ci licked the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't think it was a big deal. "I hate addictive stuff, I don't like being controlled by other things, it makes me feel like I'm a lower animal."

"So?" Lance glanced at the book Mo Ci put on the table. It was a new book by a famous writer of mystery novels. "Mystery lovers, what do you think of this murderer?"

The author has something to say:

Note Jun:

(1) Dark Romanticism is a 19th-century literary genre centered on a group of New England writers such as Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Herman Melville.In contrast to the perfectionist belief in transcendentalism, Dark Romanticism emphasized the unreliability of human nature, the human propensity to original sin and self-destruction, and the inherent difficulties of social reform.

(2) Sexual asphyxia is the method of controlling breathing by hanging, strangling the neck, etc., resulting in a hypoxic state of the brain, and stimulating it to enhance its orgasm to achieve orgasm.Since accidents are prone to occur during implementation, this behavior has a high risk of suffocation death.