Psychological Control

"Mr. Neil Caffery, what brought you here?" The man called Brown quickly adjusted his expression, showing excitement and joy as if he wanted to delay time.

But what surprised me was that the peacock next to me was really a famous person.And I have heard of his name before.When I was in a mental institution four years ago, I read in the newspapers that the famous fraudster Neil Caffery had been arrested.

Neil Kaffery enjoyed the chance of winning, and said happily: "I just heard that you seem to have started to study art again recently. We all have similar interests."

At this moment, I glanced around and found a strange female shop assistant standing by the cash register.Her slightly forward leaning body reveals her uneasy emotions, similar to it are several men and women standing outside the store, all wearing suits and leather shoes, they moved their bodies to pay attention to the situation here, ready to move .

"Oh, don't say that. How can my taste be compared with yours? If it were you..." Brown waved his hands exaggeratedly, then pretended to suddenly think of it, and then changed the subject, "Do you think we are here? Disturbing the quietness of the guests? If you have something to say, why don't you say it in another place. "

Neil Caffrey was silent for a few seconds without speaking, and then he said blankly: "Brown, the FBI suspects that you are related to a recent art theft case. I hope you can go back with us and assist in the investigation."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at the men and women in suits who were standing outside the store, and walked in with big strides.It seems I guessed right, they are FBI agents.

"You're just suspicious, Mr. Caffery." To their surprise, this Brown didn't have the slightest struggle or desire to escape.He just raised his hand and said calmly.

Oh, no wonder he seemed so calm.I looked at the female clerk behind the cash register. After the group of people who looked like FBI agents entered the store, she quietly left the store from a blind corner of their sight without being noticeable.

A new generation of counterfeiters, technical masters, with excellent artistic skills... I thought about the description of Neil Caffery I had seen before.Turning his head and looking at the handsome man beside him, he couldn't help but touch his forehead.Why on earth would I want to seriously study his deception style...

Such a high-profile and smug deception, yet so careless.I have already thought about how narcissistically the peacock will cheat others' trust and disguise his identity when he really opens his tail.His excessive self-focus and self-confidence made it easy for him to let go of important clues due to carelessness when helping the FBI conduct criminal investigations.

Amidst the noise caused by the arrest of Brown by the FBI, I stood up and walked to the checkout counter where the woman was just now, and checked out the book I wanted to read here.

Then I saw the name of the accepting clerk on the borrowing book.Also the name of the woman who sneaked away, Nora Brown.The same last name as Mr. Brown who was caught.

The FBI agent who was escorting Brown left quickly, but I turned around and looked at Neil Caffery who was reluctantly following behind and was about to leave. "Not paying for the coffee, sir?"

It would be fun for a Neil Caffery, who hates paying for himself the most, and has always gotten everything he wants by tricks, to pay for coffee here.Then pay me for the information I give to the FBI, a joke that will keep me entertained for a week.

What I said made Neil Caffery come over with a dark face. He took out some change and walked to me and looked into the cash register.Then he asked, "Where's the clerk?"

"Maybe the commotion just now scared her away?" I blinked and looked at him, "I don't know why you looked hurried, that...Miss Nora Brown?"

Originally, Neil Caffery just looked impatient, but when he heard the name mentioned at the end of my sentence, he turned his head to look at me with widened eyes. "Who are you?! How do you know this name?!" He took a step back vigilantly.

"I'm just a customer of the book bar who was disturbed by your noisy and big actions." I smiled innocently, "When I came to borrow books, I saw that the clerk was not there, so I went through the book borrowing procedures by myself. You can register at Her name as seen in the directory."

Neil Caffery froze, then hurried to the register to check the veracity of what I said.Then he frowned and took out his cell phone to make a call. "Our guesses were all wrong! Nora Brown didn't split up with him, she was in this bookstore 5 minutes ago!"

When Neil Caffery was in a hurry to talk to the person on the phone, I turned around and walked out of the bookstore.When passing by Neil, he and I purposely whispered in his ear and said with a low laugh: "Never think of yourself as the smartest person in the room, be careful not to miss Jingzhou..."

Although Neil Caffery's deceptive style is not suitable for my personality, but his deceptive skills and language skills are enough for me to pretend to be a normal person and mix in the crowd, or hide my name after I really commit a crime one day The escape, but it is very important knowledge.

If he can get his attention, it may be used as a hidden investment, and he will hook up with him when he has a chance to meet him again in the future.As long as I can learn a hand or two from him, I will also earn money.

Neil Caffery watched me leave anxiously, and tried to stop me several times.I just turned my head to show him a smile, turned around and left without hesitation.After all, I don't know who is the cat that can catch such a naughty mouse, and it can train a cunning fox into a beagle, which is not something ordinary FBI can do.

I don't want to confront the FBI too early, be investigated, and be treated as a potential criminal on the grounds of mental instability.

A week passed quickly, and as expected, I received an official notification that I entered the semi-finals.I also know the outcome of the final originality and plagiarism from the newspaper. The New York Times reported the follow-up to the theft of the Ramshen Gallery, and the case committed by the ex-convict Brown and his daughter was finally cracked by the FBI.

I packed my luggage and picked up my suitcase and got on the plane where the show crew reimbursed the airfare. The re-selection for America's Next Top Model was in New York, but the official shooting was actually in Los Angeles.

At the meeting point at Los Angeles International Airport, there seemed to be only male models on the bus, and young men with strong hormones shouted in front of the camera where the girls were. It seemed that the female models could only be seen at the official catwalk.

Everyone on the bus started to introduce each other, and the extroverted boys heated up the atmosphere. I sat on the bus and watched the atmosphere become polarized.Extroverted boys gather in the front seat where cameras film, while introverted boys sit in the back seat with smiles and watch them romp.

Everyone has a unique personality and appearance. I look at the people and judge their personalities inwardly.A male model next to me accosted me, "Hi, I'm Ashton. You're Brian, right? ... I remember you, Stanford psychology student!"

I was not surprised that he avoided the first half of my story.I remember this male model, Ashton, who was one of those models waiting to hear my full story in the room.

"Hello, Ashton." I smiled and reached out to shake his hand, "I remember you, you were there."

Ashton has very short black curly hair. It can be seen that he is a mixed race of blacks and whites, but his skin is of a Caucasian complexion, and his outline has the appearance of a black man. His blue pupils give him an exotic look. , unique temperament.He seems confident and has an outgoing personality.

It's just that his weakness is too feminine, which is very fatal when shooting still photos with female models.He's gay, and it's obvious from the way he acts.

"Wow, you actually got into Stanford University? That's amazing." Another boy sitting in the front seat also turned around to talk. "It's not like me, I just can't study! Hi, my name is Marvin." He held out his hand to me and Ashton.

Marvin has black shattered hair and looks like he is also of mixed race. Hispanic genes are dominant, and there seems to be brown mixed race, but he has fair skin.Marvin has high cheekbones and deep contours, giving him a high-fashion look.With a little refinement, one can imagine that he would be the type that photographers would like.

Marvin didn't like to talk at first, but after you get to know him, you will feel comfortable chatting with him. He must have many brothers and sisters. It is conceivable that if he lives in a big house, he will definitely be the leader of the boy gang.During the conversation, he would always mention his excitement about meeting a female model. The introverted hormonal animal, referred to as Mensao, should be able to show powerful lethality when photography is needed.

However, he also has a weakness. Even though his facial features will be excellent in still photos, when facing a catwalk, his temperament will be weakened, and he will not be able to give people a stunning feeling.Without fame, it might be difficult for him to get a catwalk job from a designer.

Many people think that models give people a very rigid impression, just a living shelf for displaying clothes.But in reality that's just the illusion that most famous models are quiet at work.

Concentrate on styling and how to display the product at work, which is the ability to pay attention to details.For male models, I can almost predict that only the introverted boys like the car guards are most likely to go to the end.

Because most girls are born to pay attention to details, but most boys are full of energy.It will be the worst factor for them if they can't focus on their work and have peace of mind while filming.

Before I could pull the brown-blonde boy who was sitting in the far corner who wanted to chime in, but could only smile awkwardly, into the conversation, the bus had already arrived.

This is a quaint theater in downtown Los Angeles, and I only exchanged names with the brown-blonde boy in a hurry before getting out of the car.

This boy is called Chris. He has a standard Germanic appearance, long and narrow cheeks and raised eye ends, making him look very cold and bad boy when he is not smiling.In the second selection, he also told a story of his own, but compared to my dramatic reprint of Les Miserables, his story only caused the audience to sigh.

He is a child of a single-parent family. His mother obviously gave birth to him through an unexpected pregnancy, and she was not a competent mother. She did her best to raise him, but she abandoned him on his birthday and disappeared without a trace. trace.Since then, Chris has had several street experiences.

It is conceivable that when he was really in trouble, his former cronies and friends dispersed in a rush.His slightly awkward feeling when interacting with people presents the slenderness and tightness of his character in front of me. If he gets into trouble interacting with people in the villa, it may affect his still photos.

When I finished profiling a new competitor, we followed the crowd into the backstage of the theater.The rows of dressing tables and the clothes hanging in a row all indicate that today's task will be a catwalk.I look at the masks on every dressing table, maybe a masquerade themed show.