Psychological Control

shooting scene.

"Brian?!" Jonathan came to me with a look of surprise, "You look really good!"

Damn it!I suddenly thought of this crop.After Jonathan's favorite Mike is eliminated, who can help me attract his excess attention?

Jonathan, who didn't pay attention to the twist of my foot, reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist.The skirt made of chiffon material is very thin, and the temperature of Jonathan's palm penetrates through the fabric of the skirt to my waist.

Unlike the previous kisses with Alice or the upcoming kisses with Gianna, the kisses with the two female models were completely professional in nature, without a trace of personal emotion.But Jonathan's suggestive physical contact gave me uncontrollable goosebumps on my arms and back.

I put my hand on Jonathan's hand and left it as soon as I touched it. I quickly took advantage of the situation to stand firm and quickly walked out of the range of his arms.

"How do you stand still?" Jonathan looked at me with concern, and then his eyes fell on my bare legs.

The feeling of wearing a skirt is already strange enough, coupled with the strange sight of an uncle, I pulled the skirt uncomfortably. "I'm fine, we can start shooting. My feet hurt after wearing high heels for a long time..." I urged in a natural tone, and said the reasons for it.

The filming started, and Ashton, who had finished the filming and was free, came to watch, which somewhat restrained Jonathan's behavior.

The shooting process is divided into three parts, which are the scenes of men and women walking face to face. In this walking scene, the male model dressed as a woman needs to spray the perfume of the advertisement.Then, when the men and women met, their expressions were interpreted like electric shocks.Finally, there is the picture of the end of the kiss.

Walking in high-heeled shoes and a knee-length chiffon skirt, Ashton seemed to be telling me that my legs must be clamped above the thigh when walking. I tried to imitate Alice's appearance in model steps, and I only tried not to be too unnatural, twisting like comedian.

Then according to the points Gianna told me before, I took out the bottle of perfume from my bag, put my hands on my chest, and sprayed the perfume mist on my neck.After spraying the perfume, I lowered my head slightly with a shy smile on my face, matching the gazes of extras posing as passers-by, just right.

"That's right, the shy look is cute..." Jonathan sat on the moving camera car, staring at me and praising me. "Brian you act like a real girl!"

Although according to the requirements of the original comedian, the spoof factor in the advertisement will be more in line with the script.But what I am thinking about is social media voting. The audience watching this video will not pay attention to whether you are funny or not.

After all, there are a total of six videos with the same script, and there must be a lot of the same jokes brought out by the unnaturalness of other male models.What I want to do is to be perfect, which will give the audience a kind of surprise when watching the video.

On the other hand, Jaina's performance was not satisfactory.In fact, the models in the supermodel house know Jaina's love for Mike to some extent, just like Jamie was affected by Mike's elimination, Jaina was affected more seriously, and she was a little absent-minded these two days.

In yesterday's challenge, she scored even one point lower than me. I thought she would be alerted by yesterday's blow, but obviously she is still a little out of shape.My choice seemed to be wrong. Compared with the relaxed tomboy look of Conani in the arms of the dressing room, Jaina couldn't see the brilliance at all.

Although Ko Nani is a young mother, when I saw her dress up as a high school boy who plays street basketball and likes to be handsome, she was so lifelike.Stretching his hands in the big crotch of the basketball pants, he made a fake shooting pose as he walked.

In the second shot, the camera is very close.I looked at the empty place next to the camera, my eyes moved as if I saw a sexy and handsome man, and then I shyly turned my face to the side and lowered my eyelids.But then, as if he had made up his mind, he looked straight at the camera with a pure but seductive smile.

In order to grasp the timing of this scene, Jonathan patiently took several shots for me. From this scene, Ashton seemed to remember the scene when he took the hard photo of Mike and Alexandra. Outside the camera, he covered his mouth and laughed.

After shooting this shot, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.Ashton blew me a kiss back shamelessly.

"You don't like Ashton, do you?" Jonathan's voice suddenly appeared behind me, making my heart skip a beat.

He got too close again!With a chill behind my ears, I turned around and quickly took a few steps back, reaching a distance where I felt safe.

My panic seemed to have misunderstood something for Jonathan, and he smiled as if to take a step closer.In this case, if I want not to offend the judges, I can't directly refuse, so I can only smile and turn around and walk towards Ashton, looking like I'm running away.

Ashton kept joking after I approached: "You are like a bullied little daughter-in-law. Fortunately, Chris is not here, otherwise he should have offended the judges."

In the last kiss scene, facing Jaina’s embarrassment and not relaxing, we can only click on the hot kiss that should have been. It’s like a superficial kiss. I can only use one hand to grab Jaina’s arm and make a slight effort to express my reluctance. Looking at the camera, he lowered his head slightly in the direction of the camera and stroked his upper lip with the other hand, hoping that the last paragraph will not be criticized too badly.

This time, except for Ashton and Marvin, all the male models in the shooting seemed to have experienced a catastrophe. After returning to the supermodel house, all of them were wilted.And the reason why Marvin can still laugh happily after suffering a day of high heels is because Rena gave him a kiss in advance in the dressing room, making this hungry kid like Popeye who ate spinach.

A busy week has gone by almost in the blink of an eye, and Saturday is another knockout.However, something unexpected happened this weekend.

"Mr. Brian Moss, can you come with me?" A staff member came over and said after I got off the bus arriving at the shooting site of the knockout round.

"What's the matter?" I asked with a comfortable smile.

"Uh..." The staff member turned around to look at the other models entering the studio with a vague expression, and said in a low voice, "Two FBI agents have contacted the crew and asked to talk to you by name."

Even I couldn't help but froze.Why is the FBI looking for me?

Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.But because of the confrontation with Brian's personality all the time, my mental state is often unstable and easy to lose control.Therefore, as a person who already had a guilty conscience, it was like a bolt from the blue to me when the FBI suddenly came to my door.

It's okay...it's okay...I kept telling myself in my heart that my feet had already mechanically followed the staff member.Anyway, I believe that I definitely did nothing wrong...No matter what happens, nothing will happen.

He waved to Ashton and Chris who turned their heads frequently to tell them not to worry.I followed the staff to an unoccupied lounge behind the stage.

Two men in crisp suits were already waiting there.I walked into the living room under the eyes of the two, and I had the nerves of a mouse to see a cat.

"Mr. Brian Moss?" one of the detectives said, "We have a few questions for you about David Vincent."

"...David Vincent?" I repeated the name blankly at first, and then said hastily: "I don't know anyone named David Vincent, are you looking for the wrong person?" That's what I said, But my heart skipped a beat.

"Perhaps you'll know it now," another agent began. "He's using the name Mike, Mike Tatum. Your colleague at the Chippendale Dance Company."

"Mike?" I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart and made an extremely surprised expression.I really can't figure out why Mike would get involved with the FBI. "What happened to him? Did something happen to him?"

Because in order to ensure the fairness of the competition in the National Supermodel Contest, the supermodel house is completely isolated from the outside world.The sudden visit of two FBI agents made countless guesses pop up in my head.Mike, in my eyes, except for the past that no one knows, he usually behaves like an ordinary person. In life, his popularity is even better than mine.

What is it that will make the FBI agents dispatched?And why did you find me?

The two detectives looked at each other strangely, and the other said, "Mr. Moss, maybe you don't know it yet, but David Vincent is actually a criminal suspect that we have issued a national wanted list for more than three years." .”

"Criminal suspect?! But...Mike has always been a good man in everyone's eyes, and he has never even been involved in drug trafficking and drug use! What level of criminal suspect needs to be dispatched by the FBI?..." My lips felt a little dry.

"I'm sorry, but we have to tell you that your friend Mike, who you've known for two years, is actually a suspect in the East End serial murder case who disappeared from Florida three years ago."

"And we checked all the recent call records on the mobile phone number David Tatum used when he was using the pseudonym Mike. You are the only private call except for many work calls. We also asked the person in charge of the Chippendale Dance Company People say that you and David are the closest friends in the past two years." Another agent interjected.

"So we want to ask you to assist in the investigation. You should know the crime of covering up the suspect as an accomplice."

These two FBI agents talked to each other, pushing each other step by step in terms of discourse dominance.Maybe this works well for those kind and innocent ordinary people, but for me, it can only make me feel funny.

Because ever since Mike and I separated, I've been living in a supermodel house, and my every move has been followed by cameras.Even that once-a-week external call was also completed under the surveillance camera.

They used this kind of threatening method to force me to talk, which is simply superfluous.Because even if I had something to do with Mike, they don't have any proof.

During the interrogation process between these two people, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

Just when my mind was in a mess, something that put me in a crisis broke out.Because of my mental relaxation for a while, I let myself break free from the things I have been suppressing since Dan's incident got out of control.

America's Next Top Model's hectic, non-stop schedule and the reason for mixing with other contestants.It made it impossible for me to get enough time after that out of control to perform self-hypnosis and psychological counseling on myself.The hidden dangers that were planted at that time have now suddenly come back.

The memory of Brian filled my five senses. My eyes seemed to be blood red. Mike's smiling face flashed in the hallucination.

A strong disgust surged out of my mind and hit my body and limbs.I covered my face with my hands and took a few steps back, trembling and about to fall.

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No wonder, no wonder I always thought Mike was so much like me with Brian shut up.We always have hypocritical and condescending smiles on our faces, and we talked about unwarranted interests and hobbies during the afternoon tea time.After turning around, his hands were bloody.

It's so similar, it makes me want to use a sharp knife to cut through his hypocritical expression when he shows me that hypocritical smile!Then let him fall into the abyss of hell!

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But in that case... what is the difference between me and him? ...

I heard myself chuckle, and felt the coolness of tears streaming from my eyes as I covered my face with my hands.Yes, the closest friend I have known for two years turned out to be a serial killer in hiding. I should have trembled and cried in fear, distraught.

With a bang, the door of the room was knocked open.

"What happened, gentlemen?" A familiar voice suddenly said, "God! Brian, Brian! What did you do to him? He is not your prisoner! Our camera records can prove that he and yours The case, it has nothing to do with it! You will be prosecuted for your excessive behavior!...Look what you did?! He is now the player I am most looking forward to!!"

Jonathan's voice, which I hated at first, brought me back to reality amidst the buzzing in my ears.The blood red in front of him seemed to dissipate, and Brian was dragged back to my reinforced cage.

At the moment when the killing intent receded, I broke out in a cold sweat.This was the first time my own distaste for serial killers had combined with Brian's bloodthirsty, and it was only a few seconds of personality disorder that spoke volumes about my mental instability.

Obviously Brian's younger brother, Dexter, also killed someone, but why didn't he arouse my killing intent?Could it be because of the obsession in Brian's heart that offset my aversion to serial killers?

If so, can I use this to deepen my self-suggestion to myself and build an unbreakable cage deep in my heart?But Brian's obsession with Dexter may lead me astray.This is a risky endeavor.

I should thank Mike for his exposure, which allowed me to discover the potential crisis deep in my psychology in advance.After two years out of a mental health facility, I sure as hell started to relax too much with myself.

As an ordinary person who suddenly learns of a friend's bad news and feels cheated, what is their reaction?

Jonathan rushed over and knelt down to hold me in his arms. I loosened my body for an excuse, and said intermittently: "Mike...he won't be that kind of person...he is my only friend for the past two years!" This is the police Will always hear from the friends and neighbors of a serial killer, he's not that kind of guy.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Bryan. But we have to get news about David Tatum from you. As far as we know, you are the closest person since he changed his name to Mike. Maybe we can learn from the news you gave us Find out where he might be hiding." Seeing that the situation was wrong, the detective Mr. Red Face tried to speak before the always scorching detective Mr. Black Face.

Detective Mr. Blackface said helplessly: "Well, anyway, even if he doesn't say anything, as long as the BAU team is sent by the higher authorities, there is nothing we can hide from us."