Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

"Tell him, to piss him off, tell him that I don't care about all those bad people, that there is only one misfortune for me in this world, and that is to see a change of heart in the only person who makes me feel attached to life." - Stendhal "Red and Black"

"He's gay, but he doesn't want to believe he's gay, and he hates it. He chooses to kill these people on purpose because they have a reflection of his life."

After Mo Ci said this, he stopped, picked up the glass and drank the wine in the glass.

"What reflection?" Lance asked, guiding Mo Ci to continue.

Mo Ci got up from the sofa, raised his leg and sat across Lance's lap, looking at the handsome but indifferent police officer in front of him. "I don't seem to be obliged to provide clues."

"Then what do you want?" Lance finally showed a smile at this moment. He has been very indulgent since Mo Ci made a move just now, knowing that the other party leaned on him so unscrupulously.

Mo Ci didn't speak, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick Lance's cheek, and then touched the tip of his nose, with the smell of whiskey. "The reflection of his life, his father is gay, he tricked his mother into marrying him, and then continued to hang out with men, when he was young, he happened to see his father having sex with other men, and also watched By means of similar methods, he concealed these things from his mother who loves him, he thought he was working hard to maintain the family, but unfortunately his mother still found out, his family was completely broken, and he suddenly had nothing."

He stopped again, wrapped his arms around Lance's neck, rubbed the tip of his nose against the bridge of his nose, and then licked Lance's lips more aggressively.

Lance has also met several criminal profiling experts and behavioral analysts since he joined the police force, but they often do not make such firm judgments, and he has checked that Mo Ci is only studying at the Film Academy here. He is a A director, not an expert.

He felt Mo Ci moisten his lips, sighed and continued, "But these are nothing, he must have grasped something similar to hope, but not long ago, his hope collapsed, which made He became a lunatic and thought he had done nothing wrong, that those people deserved to die, that he was saving other people's families from being like him."

Mo Ci's hand that had been holding Lance's neck dropped and grabbed his collar. "Everyone kills for a purpose, and he did the same. He killed his father over and over again by killing those people."

Little by little, he unbuttoned Lance's button with his hand, poked in and touched Lance's skin, "He is so skilled, maybe this is not the first time he killed someone, maybe, his father is actually dead Not necessarily in his hands."

"He should not be too tall and thin, so he can only strangle the other party with a rope instead of choosing a more intense way to strangle them with his hands. But I guess he should be good-looking and has a good temperament, Concealing the fact that he is a lunatic neatly concealed in a beautiful skin."

The tip of Mo Ci's tongue separated Lance's lips, but he was blocked by his teeth when he wanted to poke in. This made him aggrieved and raised his eyes to look at Lance. He was not comforted or annoyed, and he just sucked the other's lips like that. □.

After a while he stopped and looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Police, do you like my reasoning?"

"Inference can't prove anything, at most it can let you write a script."

"I also decided that this idea is very good. I like this kind of character setting. The rest of the things have nothing to do with me. How about it? Let me ask you another question. I feel that there is something in you that hurts me , is that your gun?"

He knew it wasn't his gun, and they both knew it wasn't.

Lance stared at Mo Ci with his blue eyes. He might be planning to do something, but before that, there was the sound of a mobile phone, which reminded him that it belonged to Lance.

Mo Ci was very close to him, and heard the people over there say, "Someone died again."

Mo Ci didn't respond to the matter of death, he just got up from Lance, and then smiled, "Well, looking at it this way, it seems that I suddenly have an alibi."

"Someone died." Lance repeated these four words and got up, buttoning his buttons and walking out.

Mo Ci said another word when he left, "Dear Lance, remember to hide your gun."

There was no response to this sentence, and he sat on the sofa again, poured a full glass of whiskey expressionlessly, and drank it all in one gulp.

After Lance arrived at the scene, a colleague came over to introduce the situation. This time, the body was found in the alley behind the bar where Mo Ci was staying, and was found by a pair of men who looked at each other from the bar and came out to mess around.

"I really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, and there are people who are desperately sticking their butts at other men." Brandon looked at the two first-discoverers who were listening to the news, "The victim is Kay. Ving Mance, just now Dalsey did the initial checkup, he should have died not long ago, about two or three hours ago, the cause of death was the same as the previous one. Also married with a son. I really don't understand why these people should Marriage harms others."

Lance glanced at the corpse, and suddenly felt the aroma of whiskey lingering between his lips and teeth. "I'll ask the guy in the bar."

After seeing him, the bartender said, "Hey, sir, didn't you go with Mo? I didn't expect you to be a policeman."

Lance did not respond to this sentence, but just took a photo and asked him, "Have you seen Kevin Mance recently? That's him."

"Oh, oh, I've seen it." The bartender patted his head, "Just yesterday, he flirted with Mo, and then went to the bathroom together."

He blinked at this point, "Officer, you should understand what they are doing in the bathroom, after all you today..."

He wanted to say that approaching you also walked with Mo today, and the people who walked with him here often did the same thing.It's just that before he finished speaking, the handsome policeman in front of him asked him, "And then? Then did you see him?"

"No, I saw Mo later, and he said hello to me before leaving. But I didn't see the man in the photo again, maybe he left through the back door." The bartender was stunned when he said this, " Police officer, you don’t suspect Mo, right? It’s definitely not him, he wouldn’t do this kind of thing. You should have already felt that he is so charming, and he only drinks in our bar, so many people come here for his name Something happened to such a handsome Oriental."

Lance didn't want to hear how popular Mo Ci was or how he had love with that man yesterday, so he left without getting more information and asked about the next one.

In addition, he actually understands Chinese.

He could understand that the Asian said to Mo Ci that today was really good, and then Mo Ci replied that the hunting was over.

On the second day, Mo Ci was still invited to the police station for questioning. After all, all four victims had affairs with him, and the last one was found dead the day after having sex with him.

It was Brandon who questioned him, and Lance and other colleagues stood outside the monitor and watched.

"Where were you last night from seven to nine?"

Mo Ci was wearing a baggy black T-shirt today, revealing a large piece of jade-like skin. He smiled when he heard Brandon's words, "I went to the bar to drink at six o'clock yesterday, and I sat at the bar , the bartender should have the impression that he drank until almost eight o'clock, and then went home."

"So there is no witness?"

"Don't interrupt me, officer, I'm going back with someone else," he said, looking at the surveillance camera, licking his dry lips, and opening his mouth as if speaking to someone who was watching, "I was originally To take him back for sex/love."

"Say the name, we will check the situation."

"Don't bother, you will know right away whether what I said is true or not." Mo Ci propped his chin, "After all, that person is outside now, and he is also a policeman. His name is Lance Meroving."

Outside, everyone's eyes fell on Lance.

"So you really had sex with him last night?" Brandon was surprised by Mo Ci's answer, paused the question and went out to ask Lance.

"No, you called me before that." Lance said in a calm tone.

Brandon frowned, "Lance, he is our suspect."

"But he had a witness yesterday, and I am."

"Tsk," Brandon clicked his tongue, "you are amazing. Well, you can ask him, I can't stand that type."

what type?

Isn't it just living like a monster.

When Lance entered, Mo Ci looked at him and smiled, "Sir, did you bring a gun today?"

Lance pretended not to understand his dirty jokes, took out the gun on his waist, shook it in front of Mo Ci and put it away.

"Do you remember him?"

"I remember." Mo Ci glanced at the photo, "We had a blast in the bathroom, and then I went home to sleep. I don't know where he went after that. If you like me, this should not be illegal."

"You said it was accidental before, but now four people in a row have had close contact with you. The possibility that this matter has nothing to do with it is too small."

"Your words are really subtle, but according to this, you may also become a victim, right? After all, we yesterday..."

"What happened to us yesterday?"

"Okay," Mo Ci looked weary, "Actually, we have nothing to do, it's just that I like you too much."

He continued without waiting for Lance to deny, "But I think that lunatic may really have a crush on me, but there should be a lot of people, after all, I am so good-looking. So he is quite miserable. He doesn't want to admit that he is gay, but Falling in love with me again, I must have a love-hate relationship with myself. Tsk tsk tsk, it's so miserable."

"Also, from eight days to four days to two days apart, the duration of the satisfaction of killing him is getting shorter and shorter, and he will kill again soon."

When he said this, he left a harmless smile, clean and pure, "Sir, you don't have much time left."