MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 17

shooting scene.

"Brian ?!" Jonathan walked towards me with a surprised look. "You look so good!"

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

A Jonathan who didn't notice the twist at my feet and walked in front of me stretched out his hand and wrapped it around my waist. The chiffon skirt was very thin, and the temperature of Jonathan's palms penetrated my waist through the fabric of the skirt.

Unlike the previous kiss with Alice or about Jaina, the kiss with the two female models is completely working, without a trace of personal feelings. But Jonathan's physical contact with a hint of business-like taste made my goose bumps difficult to restrain on my arms and back.

My hand was off at the touch of Jonathan's outstretched hand, and I quickly took the opportunity to stand still and quickly walked out of the range of his arms.

"How do you stand firmly?" Jonathan looked at me with a worried look, then his gaze fell on my stumped leg.

The feeling of wearing a skirt was strange enough. Coupled with the strange sight of an uncle, I uneasily pulled the skirt on my body. "I'm okay, we can start shooting. After a long time wearing high heels, my feet hurt a little ..." I urged naturally, saying the right reasons.

The filming started, and the filming was over. Ashton came to the sidelines to watch the crowd, which made Jonathan's behavior somewhat converge.

The shooting process is divided into three parts, which are the pictures of men and women walking face to face. In this walking picture, the male model dressed as women's clothing needs to be sprayed with perfume. Then, after the men and women met, they were electrocuted. Finally, the picture of the end of the kiss.

Walking in high-heeled shoes and knee-length chiffon skirts, Ashton seemed to tell that the legs must be clamped above the thighs. I tried to imitate the appearance of Alice walking as much as possible. Burlesque.

Then according to the points that Jaina told me before, I took out the bottle of perfume from my bag, and let the spray mist spray on my neck from my chest. After spraying the perfume, I lowered my head slightly to bring out a seemingly shy smile, matching the attention of the crowd of actors acting as passersby around, just right.

"Yes, shy looks are cute ..." Jonathan sat in the car with the moving camera, staring at me with compliments. "Brian, you act like a real girl!"

Although according to the requirements of the original comedian, the ad with a spoof factor will be more in line with the script. But what I think about is social media voting. When watching this video, the audience will not focus on whether you are funny or not.

After all, in ugly hilarious videos, there are six script-like videos, and other male models' unnaturally brought out the same laugh. What I want to do is to be perfect, which will surprise the audience in video viewing.

On the other hand, Jaina's performance was not satisfactory. In fact, the models in the supermodel house knew how much Jaina loved Mike, just as Jamie was affected by Mike's elimination. Jaina was affected more severely. Both days were a little absent-minded.

Yesterday's challenge she scored a point lower than me even. I thought she would be woken up by yesterday, but obviously she was still out of shape. My choice seemed to be wrong. Compared with the relaxed tomboy in the dressing room's arms, Jaina saw no glory.

Although Konani was a young mother, she just saw her posing as a high school boy who likes to play handsome in street basketball. With his hands in the big crotch of his basketball pants, he walked and made a fake shot.

In the second shot, the lens is close together. I looked at the empty place next to the camera, and my eyes moved as if I saw a **** and handsome man, and then shyly rolled his face and lowered his eyelids. But then it seemed as if he had made up his mind, looking straight at the camera, and a pure smile.

In order to grasp the funny timing of this picture, Jonathan patiently shot for me several times. Ashton seems to remember from this picture the scene when he took a group of hard photos of Mike and Alexandra. He Covering her mouth and laughing outside the camera.

After shooting this lens, I couldn't help but give him a wink. Ashton returned me a kiss without a face.

"Isn't it your kind like Ashton?" Jonathan's voice suddenly appeared behind me, making my heartbeat miss a beat.

He leaned too close again! Behind my ears, I turned around and quickly took a few steps back to the range where I felt safe.

My fluster seemed to make Jonathan misunderstand something, and he laughed and moved closer. In this case, the judges ca n’t refuse directly if they do n’t want to be guilty, so I can only sneer and turn towards Ashton.

Ashton couldn't help joking after I approached: "You're like a bullied little daughter-in-law, but fortunately Chris is not here, otherwise he should offend the judges."

In the final hot kiss scene, facing Jaina's embarrassment and unrelaxation, we can only click on the kiss that should have been so far like a dragonfly to lighten the water. I can only pull Jaina's arm with one hand and make reluctance with slight force Looking down, he lowered his head slightly towards the camera and stroked his lips with the other hand, hoping that this last paragraph would not be criticized too much.

Except for Ashton and Marvin, the shooting of male models this time was as if they had experienced a calamity. After returning to the supermodel house, they were all stunned. The reason why Marvin could still laugh with the torture of a day of high heels is because Rena gave him a kiss in the dressing room in advance, making this hungry kid like a strong sailor who ate spinach.

The busy week passed almost in a blink of an eye, and Saturday was another knockout match. However, something unexpected happened this weekend.

"Mr. Brian Moss, could you please come with me?" When I got off the bus that arrived at the knockout shooting scene, a staff member came over and said.

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

"Uh ..." The staff member turned faintly and glanced at the other models who were walking into the studio, and whispered, "Two FBI agents contacted the crew and asked to talk to you."

Even me, I couldn't help but stiffen. Why fbi is looking for me?

Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of knocking at the door. But because of the confrontation with Brian's personality, my mental state is often unstable and easily out of control. Therefore, as a person who has a little imagination, fbi suddenly came to my door, it was like a thunderbolt to me.

It's okay ... it's okay ... I kept telling myself in my heart that I had mechanically followed the staff. Anyway, I believe I must be okay ... no matter what, there should be nothing wrong.

And Ashton and Chris, who turned around frequently, waved their hands so they didn't worry. I followed the staff to an unused lounge behind the stage.

Two men in smart suits were already waiting there. I walked into the lounge under the gaze of the two, and I had a mouse that saw the cat's nerves tighten.

"Mr. Brian Moss?" One of the agents said. "We have a few questions about David Vincent who want to ask you."

"... David Vincent?" I repeated the name blankly, and then quickly said, "I don't know anyone who is called David Vincent. Are you looking for the wrong person?" That's what it said But my heart was a jump.

"Maybe you will know this," said another agent. "The name he uses now is Mike, Mike Tatum. Your colleague at the Chippendale Dance Company."

"Mike?" I held back my uneasiness and made a look of astonishment. I really can't think of why Mike has something to do with fbi. "What happened to him? What happened to him?"

Because the national supermodel competition is to ensure the fairness of the game, the supermodel house is completely isolated from the world. The two fbi agents who came suddenly made me think of countless guesses. Mike, in my eyes, except for the past that nobody knows, he usually behaves like ordinary people. In life, his popularity is even better than mine.

What is it that will cause FBI agents to dispatch? And why did you find me?

The two detectives looked at each other strangely, and the other said, "Mr. Morse, maybe you don't know yet, but David Vincent is actually a criminal suspect we have posted nationwide for more than three years. . "

"Suspect ?! But Mike, he has always been a good man in everyone's eyes, and never even involved in drug trafficking! What level of criminal suspects need to dispatch fbi? ..." I feel my lips are a bit dry.

"Although I'm sorry, but we have to tell you that your friend Mike, who you have known for two years, is actually a suspect in the Eastern District Serial Murder case, which disappeared from Florida three years ago."

"And we checked all recent call records on the mobile phone number used when David Tatum aliased to Mike. You are the only private call except for a lot of work that requires a phone. We also asked the director of the Chippendale Dance Company Everyone says you and David are your closest friends in the past two years. "Another agent said.

"So we would like to ask you to assist in the investigation. You should know that the cover-up suspect has committed an offence."

These two FBI agents, you say a word to me, step by step on the discourse-led. Maybe this is very effective for ordinary people who are kind and casual, but for me, it only makes me feel funny.

Because I have been living in the supermodel house since I separated from Mike, and have been followed by the camera every time. Even the external call once a week was done under the surveillance camera.

It was superfluous for them to push me in a threat-like way. Because even if I had something to do with Mike, they didn't have any evidence.

In the course of questioning between these two people, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

Just when my brain was in a mess, the things that got me into a crisis just broke out. It was because of my slackness that I managed to get rid of what I had been suppressing since Dan's affairs got out of control.

The reason why the National Supermodel Contest is busy and non-stop and mixed with other contestants. I couldn't get enough time after that out of control, to self-hypnotize myself, and psychological counseling. The hidden dangers that were buried at that time are now back bitten.

Brian's memories are full of my five senses. It looks as if blood is red in front of him. Mike's face with a smile flashes in the hallucinations. His hand shakes lightly, and drops of blood drop by hand.

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

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No wonder, no wonder I always feel like Mike and me with Brian in my heart. We always have false smiles on our faces, and we have tea time talking about uninteresting hobbies. After turning around, his hands were bloody.

So like, like it makes me want to use a sharp knife to cut through his hypocritical expression when he poses that hypocritical smile to me! Then let him fall into the abyss of hell!

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But then ... what makes me different from him? ...

I heard myself chuckling, and felt the coolness of tears in my eyes, covering my face in my hands. Yeah, the closest friend I've known for two years turned out to be a serial killer in hiding, and I should be trembling with trembling and crying, distraught.

With a bang, the room door was knocked open.

"What happened, gentlemen?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded, "God! Brian, Brian! What did you do to him? He is not your prisoner! Our camera records can prove him and yours The case doesn't matter! You will be prosecuted for excessive behavior! ... see what you did ?! He is now my most anticipated player !! "

The sound of Jonathan, which I hate, pulled me back to reality in a buzz in my ears. The blood redness in front of me seemed to dissipate, and Brian was dragged back into the cage where I strengthened again.

At the moment when the killing intention retreated, I suddenly sweated. This is the first time that my own aversion to serial killers has combined with Brian's bloodthirsty, but the personality disorder in a few seconds is enough to illustrate the instability of my mental state.

Obviously, Brian's brother, Dexter also killed, but why didn't it cause me to kill? Is it because of that attachment in Brian's mind that it offsets my aversion to serial killers?

If so, can I use this to deepen my self-suggestion and build an unbreakable cage deep inside? But Brian's obsession with Dexter might lead me to a fork. This is a risky attempt.

I should thank Mike for his exposure, which allowed me to discover the underlying potential crisis in my mind in advance. After coming out of the sanitarium for two years, I really started to feel too relaxed about myself.

As an ordinary person who suddenly learns about a friend ’s bad news and feels deceived, what is the response they should have?

Jonathan rushed over and crouched down and took me in his arms. I relaxed my body for a reason, and said intermittently, "Mike ... he won't be like that ... he is my only friend in these two years!" This is the police He will never hear the words of a serial murderer's friends and neighbors. He is not like that.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Brian. But we must know from your mouth about David Tatum, and as far as we know, you are the closest person since he renamed Mike. Maybe we can tell from your message , Find out where he might hide. "Agent Mr. Redface saw that the situation was not right, and tried to **** before the burning agent, Mr. Blackface.

Agent Mr. Blackface reluctantly said, "Well, even if he doesn't say anything, as long as the bau group is sent above, there is nothing to hide from us." 2k novel reading network