MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 2

At nine thirty, the electronic watch on the car showed the time. A black jeep drove into a remote neighborhood and stopped in front of a wall full of painted graffiti. In the small square in the wall, swaying figures show that a lively party is taking place inside.

Mike put the car out, put the car key in his pocket, picked up the handcuffs placed on the back of the car and copied it to the belt, then picked up the baton and pushed the brim, opened the door and jumped down.

The sound of the "Tuk Tuk Tuk" batons knocking on the door of the iron door had no effect. The noisy vocals inside did not stop. People playing on the skateboard and smoking hookah turned a blind eye to Mike in a police uniform.

A young man stepped out of the crowd. After coming out of the shadows and smoky lights, my face fell down and my face seemed to be startled.

"Boy, someone is reporting here to harass the people." Mike froze batons in his palms coldly.

"What? ... but ... but there are no residents living around us at all! You must be mistaken!" I panicked and forced him to take a few steps back, explaining anxiously.

Mike looked so cold-hearted that he pushed around the door and walked straight in. "I have nothing to do with it. I just clear the field right now."

I lowered my head and walked inwardly behind him in frustration. The young men in the room were divided into two groups by Mike Moses.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Along with the screams of the audience, the camera on the stage's large floor-to-wall screen suddenly turned in a direction and fell on my face.

I showed a smile that didn't match the look of a good student when I opened the door. Then with the sound effect of “呯” iron door locked, the video officially ended and the stage lights turned on at the same time.

Under the two beams, I smiled wantonly, slowly put out my hands on the left side of the stage with my hands in my jeans pockets. Mike waved his baton and walked face to face from the other side of the stage.

This is a dance show with a story line, and it is also my idea to the dance group owner. Although this expression is no longer new after a few years, it is still very unique. If you want to attract the interest of audiences who do n’t know much about dance, only solid dance skills are not enough.

Making the show like a stage play is the most convenient and practical way to shoot videos and play them before fighting. The videos can be used repeatedly, and the dancers do not really need to learn the stage actors, and perform these plots on the stage.

The fighting in the violent neighborhood was already very tense. Now it is adapted into artistic fighting dance, which has also increased the tension of the show. Behind me was a group of male dancers in the video, all standing in the middle of the stage.

I gave the girls in the stage closest to me a wicked smile, and when they were flushed with excitement, they stepped forward and made provocative moves against Mike in police uniform.

The moment I raised my hand, fierce dance music rang out on the quiet stage. The click that opened the box was like a signal.

I was in front of Mike, shaking my waist with the rhythm, and Mike threw away his baton to choose his dance skills under the attention of the audience. Then after a short period of time, he made an angry look, rushed over and pulled my hand, and we cooperated in a difficult vacant action as a symbol of being thrown out.

When I turned on the ground, I dropped Mike on the ground with a truncheon and shook hands, and moved down my body along my chest, and my body danced with undulating curves.

The audience under the stage cheered, Mike and I walked in circles and exchanged their positions. Then the baton was held in my mouth, and when I was empty, I pulled down the zipper of my coat, exposing the pale skin under my coat. Yes, there is no t-shirt under the coat.

In order to increase the appeal of my clothes that look too obedient, and to avoid being inferior to Mike's stimulating police uniform, I took off my coat and showed the thin and beautiful lines of the upper body. Muscles.

With the all-round jeans, while the stage light hits my skin, it suddenly shines. With the rhythm of the background music, I threw my coat on the ground not far away.

Although the red-haired race was in the Middle Ages, people were always cast aside and abused because of various religious legends, such as the color of the flames of **** that caused their hair to escape from hell. But nowadays, there are always people who are fascinated by their pale skin without melanin and flame-like **** hair under the light.

In the order of rehearsal, Mike and I showed you your dancing skills. The troupe's golden character, Mike, has almost no dance skills he can't learn, and is proficient in everything. The opening dance show of his partner and me has become a must-have show of the dance group's fighting dance night two years later.

Near the end of the opening show for almost ten minutes, with the end of a dance move by Mike, I made a defeated appearance and then backed down and fell to the ground. Then Mike and the male dancers who have been cheering around just now performed a few fighting dance moves, and several artistic holding moves behind him, let them make a few wonderful leap by leveraging.

Finally Mike walked slowly in front of me, looking down at me proudly, and the military boots stepped on my hand that I wanted to reach the baton on the floor. My hand was locked behind him and pulled up from the ground. Then he removed the handcuffs from his waist and put it on my hands. I was dejected from the stage.

"Mike Mike Mike !!!" After the dance music faded out, the audience who couldn't hold their breath during the period screamed.

"Brian! Brian !!! You are the best !!!" The voices calling our two names one after another, and then there will be a group dance of some other dancers as the end of this show.

The deafening screams and excited and jubilant atmosphere of the girls made the whole club boil. The dance show tonight has officially started.

...

After two hours of work, I was sweating. Out of the hot and busy background, the night air was slightly cold, and soon cooled my sweat after the dance.

Mike was holding the black suitcase of the stage props, which contained his stage costumes, and I crooked his police cap with my clothes jacket in his arms.

"The boss recently said that he would pay you for processing, do you know?" Mike's air pressure was a bit low. He opened the door and threw the black suitcase back to the back seat. Car.

I shrugged indifferently and shoved the clothes in my trunk into the trunk. Then I took out my regular clothes that had been placed on Mike's car and pulled the back seat door to jump into the back seat.

"Even so, I still can't change my mind. Does he still not know, I left to go to college? I thought you told him." I stooped down and took off the dusty roll on the stage. I was too lazy to drop jeans and a hooded police cap on the ground, and then took off the sweaty underwear that was damp and uncomfortable.

Mike's gaze was facing me in the rearview mirror, and he smiled at me without embarrassment.

It's been almost two years since I joined the Chippendale Dance Company, and that's when Mike brought me to the dance scene. The **** of fate finally visited me once, met Mike and successfully obtained the qualification of the Chippendale Dance Show, saving a lot of time.

I had planned that it would take longer to get the job.

That time, Mike persuaded the dance group owner to let me take the stage in the name of asking me to be his opponent in dancing. And I did not hesitate to seize this opportunity to show all I have learned for many years.

In the end, my strength and Mao's self-recommendation after stepping down moved the dance group owner. Mike began to familiarize me with work as my partner.

I'm a worry-free intern. In fact, Mike has nothing to teach, so in the end we became friends. Mike is by far the only friend I have made since becoming Brian Moss.

Mike has worked for the Chippendale Dance Company for five years, and it is strange to me that no matter how I tempted, I could not learn from him and his population about his life five years ago. As if he came out of nowhere.

He can easily grasp the main points of women's psychology. Of course, what I said is directional, and he seems to know only the mature women. So when I chat with him, there are always various women involved. We are very acquainted and never talk about our previous life. The meaning of a gentleman's friendship is as good as my request for friends.

"Mike," I put on short sleeves, and put on comfortable cotton pants, and said, "I have already planned to resign with the boss in advance, and I am officially leaving after one week."

Mike had already changed his clothes. He started the car's engine. The hand that was going to be in gear was because of my question. He paused before saying, "Isn't it a month before the school starts? You know Paranatu is close to San Francisco and there are many commercial dance troupes. If you need one, I know one of the well-developed dance The boss of the regiment ... "

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and waved my hand and said, "No, I think about other ways to make money. It is difficult to arrange time for the dance group, especially this year, the development of the dance group is getting better and better. Rehearsing according to the various requirements of customers, we still have to work overtime often. Although each order is followed, the pay is good. However, my savings have been saved for the past two years, so I do n’t consider putting in daily Work schedule is so full. "

Mike glanced at me from the rearview mirror, as if there were any thoughts in his eyes, too fast, I didn't grab it.

In fact, I have no dissatisfaction with this job, and the reason for resigning is naturally not because I got into college. If I really want to continue my part-time job as a professional dancer, Mike's proposal will work. I have other reasons. But resigning because you want to focus on your studies is a good excuse. No one can say that I am not.

Everything is well planned by me.

The school plan that made me regret my life. I succeeded in studying Stanford University, which is world-renowned in psychology, with the knowledge that I had already learned and had not forgotten.

Carry out a smooth money-saving plan. Now my savings, plus my successful scholarship from the university, can already cover the expenses of my first two academic years.

Dexter observed the experiment, and to some extent, it went well.

Although things were a little bit out of control, Brian's obsession with Dexter in my heart prevented me from judging the things this brother did.

Dexter's cage was still too fragile. Because the adoptive mother died, he could not hold the bloodthirsty beast again. His first shot was revenge for his adoptive mother.

Harry, who was very fond of him and had a little selfishness, did not report his adopted son. He even taught Dexter how to hide his traces and how to destroy the evidence.

Sheriff Harry was originally an experienced police officer. After his retirement, his careful guidance enabled Dexter to learn how to eliminate evidence and integrate into the crowd.

Although I don't agree with his decision to give up treatment on Dexter's psychological shadow, I also know that Dexter's internal problem is indeed beyond the treatment of Sheriff Harry. The real key has been in Brian's hand.

Therefore, I can only blame myself for not being academic. Now that I'm in a state of chaos, how can I help Dexter? And I'm also selfishly afraid. Contacting Dexter in advance will make Brian's personality that I've been suppressed back bite.

The only thing that gave me some psychological comfort was Harry's existence. The commandment given by Detective Harry to Dexter added a yoke to Dexter's inner cage, allowing him to temporarily suppress the terrible monster back. So I didn't have to worry about it until Harry died.

There was silence inside the car, and I stopped looking at the window. "You're heading where I live?" I asked, surprised to find that this was not the way back to the rehearsal room of the dance company.

"Yes, it's so late. I will return those two suits tomorrow and take you home first." Mike stared at the road and waved backwards. 2k novel reading network