Psychological Control

People with extreme beliefs sometimes find it difficult for ordinary people to understand their thoughts, because normal people would never think that someone would have such thoughts.Perhaps in Sophia's view, even the fallen angels should be superior, and she was spying on the legend as a mortal, and painted a picture of the seven fallen angels.

So if her oil painting model shows interest in her while she is painting.It was like destroying all the pictures she had imagined, because the fallen angel who is really high above should not have any feelings for her.Perhaps it was Adam Sugarman's preference for Sophia that became his reminder.

I looked at Sophia's outstretched hand in front of me, thought for a while but stood up and turned to look at Abid.At this time, he was also looking at me with a frown, his expression suppressed and patient, as if he was waiting for my decision.

"Mr. Abed, although I don't know what happened to you, it seems that the atmosphere is not very good today." I acted ignorant, but my body language expressed more trust and dependence on Abid Feel. "Or I'll come back another day."

Then I saw Abed's eyebrows relax, and when he turned his face to look at Sofia again, his expression was very happy.Because he felt that he had finally won the toy game this time.

I also turned my head and looked at Sophia, who seemed not surprised and retracted her outstretched hand, but there was no more anger on her face, but more like "I expected this to happen a long time ago".Before I could make any more guesses, Abed's cell phone rang suddenly.

Abid, who was in the middle of a quarrel, didn't want to pay attention to it, but after Sophia said with a smile: "You'd better answer this call." cause for concern.

As Abid's complexion became more and more serious after the call was connected, and the smile on the corner of Sophia's mouth became wider and wider, I knew that Abid was once again at a disadvantage in this confrontation.Prepared and unprepared, Abid seems to be caught in a storm of design plagiarism.His studio asked him to go back immediately to deal with it and show evidence to the prosecutor.

"You actually falsely complained about my design plagiarism?!" Abed's face was flushed with anger, and the veins on his neck were fully visible. "How dare you... how dare you do this!!"

"Aren't you worried that you will destroy my creation again today?" Sophia's expression was calm compared to Abid's anger. "Last month's NO.13 was originally the time when I was finishing the final draft. It turned out that Adam Sugerman has nothing in common with the real fallen angel Anil I imagined, except for his hair. .”

"So, this time I don't want to miss another month." Sophia spread her hands and said, "In order to fit the theme, my creation must be completed on NO.13 of each month. If you want to make trouble on this day, I can only find something else for you to do. Bye."

Then she turned to me and said, "Come with me, Brian. This time Abed will go about his business, so you don't have to worry about us continuing to argue and make things awkward. And get it done sooner." , you can go back earlier, can't you?" After she finished speaking, she smiled slightly with a strange expression on her face, and took the lead in turning around and walking towards the studio.

I was hesitating whether to continue to choose to refuse, and follow Abed back to the city on the way, and discuss with Dillon after returning.But judging from the current situation, even if I want to call the police after I go back and say that Sophia may have killed Adam Sugarman, it is impossible.At that time, we will only suffer from the lack of evidence and cannot open the case.

There is no case without a dead body. The words Sergeant Harry handed to Dexter apply to all local police stations.If the police start to investigate a homicide because the person who called the police suspects that this person has killed someone, how much manpower and material resources will be wasted.

So it's all come to this point, when I'm so close to the truth, I can't get away.After rejecting Abid's proposal to take me back to the city, I chose to follow Sofia into her studio.An 'outdoor' studio with three exterior walls and a zenith made of transparent glass for perfect lighting.

In the center of the studio, in addition to the messy painting tools and oil paints, there is a drawing board with a height of nearly two meters and a width that can draw models of equal height.A snow-white canvas has been prepared on the drawing board, and the place opposite to a glass wall is a display that has been prepared long ago.Medieval wine jars and utensils realistically filled with red wine and fresh fruits such as grapes and apples.

After Abid left, Sofia was drinking and talking with me, and at the same time communicated with me about my posture and rest time.Take a break every hour at the earliest, because she is lying on her side in those furnishings, so if she can keep the posture longer, it will help her complete the outline faster.

After communicating with her, I had already drank three glasses of white wine, and felt the temperature on my face was a little hot, probably because of the alcohol.But Sophia said she doesn't mind, she prefers my relaxed state now.

"It can be seen that you have taken care of your hair very well, and we don't need to make any extra effort. You can take off your clothes and walk over when you are ready. I will adjust the proper posture for you first. If Let me know if you feel uncomfortable." Sophia shook the goblet in her hand, there was still some wine in it.Because it is a kind of etiquette to not drink the wine in the glass.

She put the wine glass on the table next to the easel, and stood there with her arms folded, looking at me in a waiting posture. "The best pose is one that you feel comfortable with. I don't want people to question whether it looks natural after I draw it."

"Of course, Ms. Sophia." With a smile on the corner of my mouth, I said in a seemingly obedient manner.But inside, I couldn't help feeling disgusted with her, which was uncontrollable spontaneously.This woman is the type who likes to dominate more than Abed, and doesn't care about the other person's feelings.And I have never been the kind of person who is willing to be at a disadvantage in communication relationships.

Under Sophia's gaze, I smiled and took off the clothes on my body one by one in a natural way, until finally I didn't have any strands on my body.Then she walked barefoot into the set she had arranged in advance, moving slowly and looking very leisurely.In between these movements, I have been watching her expression out of the corner of my eye.

Sure enough, as I walked into her set, the expression on her face turned red abnormally because of the excitement and excitement.The hands that naturally hang down on both sides seem to be holding something in the void.If Abed’s sense of devotion is still under rational management when he is working, Sophia has completely changed after entering the state.

And I, as the carrier of Anil, the seventh fallen angel in her imagination, is also the last missing part in the picture she constructed, and now fills her fantasy picture.As long as I continue to maintain this state, when she completely loses herself in the illusion in her mind, I will be able to catch the clues that she has something to do with Adam Sugarman's disappearance.

"Is this posture okay, Sophia?" She lay on her side on the ground with only a thin layer of silk spread out as a backdrop, with one hand resting behind her head in a relaxed state.After entering the set, I omitted the title of lady without her realizing it.Because angels always look down on human beings from top to bottom, don't they?

"It's great, my Anil." Sophia replied with a bewildered expression on her eyes, she put one hand on her face, biting the nail on her little finger nervously. "You look so relaxed and laid back. If you can make the picture more seductive, it will be more charming."

"Of course, not that kind of vulgar temptation." She explained in a hurried tone: "Anil has the power to lead mortals to fall. He taught human desires, but he dismissed them. What a proud and elegant soul Ah, to seduce the hearts of all, and then crush them..."

In the end, did she still ask her oil painting model to perform some emotional performance?It seems that what Abid said is completely correct, the naturalness that Sofia requires is not completely natural.She asked the model to use the most natural acting skills to show a general picture of the angel she imagined.

In my opinion, Sophia is like an aggregate of contradictions.In front of outsiders, she behaves like a cold and impersonal strong woman, but when she paints, she tends to be a crazy artist.Sometimes what she said herself contradicted herself from time to time.For example, after asking the model to behave as naturally as possible, he changed to acting out a certain emotion instead of letting nature take its course.

I turned a few thoughts in my mind, and finally chose to pull the white silk of one side of the set, one corner was covered between my legs, half propped up my upper body and leaned forward, leaning towards Sofia's position, and my eyes no longer looked at The empty place, but if you want to surround her body like nothing.There was an air of rebuff, I think that's what she wanted from Anil.

"That's right, that's right!" Sophia smiled with satisfaction and patted her hands lightly, then walked quickly to the drawing board and picked up the brush. "Keep this look, let me record you. You will be the most perfect Anil!"

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Time passed by every minute and every second, and I didn't know how long it took to maintain this posture that required the strength of my arms to support my body. Knowing that my upper body felt a little numb due to poor blood flow, I had no choice but to say: "Sophia, I can Have you rested? This position is not very comfortable."

When I called her for the first time, she didn't respond but was still completely immersed in her own world, the pencil in her hand was still swishing for drafts and outlines.It wasn't until I called out several times in a row that she noticed that I was talking when she looked up.

"Sophia, can I take a break?" I moved my right hand supporting my upper body and motioned.

"Of course..." A sudden smile appeared on her face, and she nodded repeatedly.Then I watched her look down at the watch on her wrist, "It's been an hour and a half, you can rest for 15 minutes. Is that enough?"

"That's enough, I just want to give this hand a rest." I sat up and shook my hand, and then I was going to stand up and move my body, and cliche in the conversation with her or something.

But Sophia suddenly yelled, "Don't stand up! You have to stay there when you are resting! Otherwise, my inspiration will disappear. You are Anil's carrier, and you can't leave when I'm halfway through recording! "Her voice was very piercing and sharp, and I frightened all of a sudden. I let go of my hands that were about to stand up, and sat back down again.

If you want me to say, Sophia's appearance is more than normal.Her series of performances when she was painting seemed to be sleepwalking with her eyes open. Could it be that she hides it very well at ordinary times, but there are signs of schizophrenia inside?