Psychological Control

Chapter 103

"But Brian, don't worry." After shattering the glass photo frame crazily, Abid turned around gracefully and said to me as if to comfort me: "Maybe he can't meet my requirements, but I believe You can definitely do it."

Then, before I could react, he approached me a few steps and stroked my left side of the face with one hand, and pressed the other hand on my shoulder. "You're so obedient, you won't let me down, right?" He squinted his eyes intoxicated, "You won't listen to that stinky bitch and get a perfect tattoo on your body... "

"She broke our agreement, but she acted nonchalantly afterwards! It was she who broke my perfection with her own hands!" Abid's hand on my shoulder became more and more forceful, which made me feel a dull pain in my bones. "How is it possible for angel wings to blend with red hair representing hell's fireworks? ... Her so-called contradictory beauty is just shit!"

After seeing that I couldn't help frowning because of the physical pain, he slowly let go of my shoulder.Then he said indifferently: "The mermaid shared in the eastern and western legends is a truly perfect combination. The temptation of deathly beauty lures sailors into the water and drags them into the abyss to become their food. This is the meaning of the red hair in Daughter of the Sea .”

"Come on, take off your clothes and lie down here, I'll help you remove the blemishes on your fishtail." Abed pulled me to a conspicuous white four-corner table in the center of the dressing room .The table happened to be a two-meter-long rectangular table, which was just right for a person to lie on.

Models take off their clothes in front of designers, which is the most basic thing encountered almost every day in this industry.That's why I don't want to continue modeling anymore, because every time I do an interview, I have to be naked in front of a room full of people I don't know.That feeling is really not that good.

I simply unbuttoned my jacket, took it off and folded it, then bent down to unbutton my shoes and pants, only wearing a pair of simple underwear.From the beginning to the end, Abid looked at me as if he was looking at a work of art, appraised and inspected, and finally he nodded in satisfaction after I jumped on the table and lifted my legs up and put it away .

In order for the effect of hair removal to last until the end of the shooting plan, Abed chose not to shave the hair, but to use wax to pull it out directly from the root.I stood up with my hands behind my upper body and watched him prepare tools, while analyzing and summarizing his performance just now in my heart.

Not quite lying down in front of him was one of those lines I couldn't cross.Because the animal is actually the most vulnerable and least vigilant when it lies down completely and exposes its abdomen.I couldn't control myself from completely ignoring the dangerous information conveyed by my sixth sense, so I had to maintain a half-up posture.

According to what Abid said just now, the previous agreement between him and Sofia must be to find a model that both of them are satisfied with, and then create at the same time.Everything went smoothly before, maybe a large part of the reason is that the models couldn't reach a level that made them feel close to satisfaction.

Until the last appearance of this red-haired model.People who lack a large amount of melanin and have pale skin and golden red hair are rare, because they are rare and have been disliked in the Middle Ages, so there are even fewer gingers that can satisfy their aesthetics.

Rare things are more expensive, and some people prefer pale-skinned redheads.Both Abed and Sophia were inspired to use this man as their muse.But things backfired. The more they invested in their possessiveness and perfectionism, the more they showed up. While competing for the model, the two sparked a series of conflicts.

Maybe that model is heterosexual or something, in short, he is more inclined to Sophia, and even tattooed on his body for the theme of Sophia's fallen angel, which is incompatible with Abid's theme.It was Abed's first experience of losing control, and it was unbearable.

That's why after what happened, he found me and planned to reopen this subject of photography.It's just that I really don't know what the final outcome of the model that was contested by two paranoid perfectionists was in the collision of the storm.

In such a risk-taking behavior, it seems that I am almost repeating the experience of the last model.But I think the only difference is that this time I showed a submissiveness in front of Abed that the previous model hadn't shown.In other words, I almost reversed the behavior of my previous unlucky guy.

This time I'm going to favor Abed, let's see what Sophia's reaction will be?If she was satisfied with the preference of getting the model before, would she ignore Abed's provocation this time?Still, because of her dominant character, she couldn't help but fight with the resentful Abid again.

And if after going back today, the investigation finds that the model has disappeared, this personal experiment is no longer just a research for my own subject.Maybe add that to the search for missing persons who don't know if they're dead, stupid vigilante behavior.

"Hiss..." The cold wax glue was smeared on my calf by Abid, and I couldn't help but cry out because of the stimulation of the temperature.My thoughts were interrupted, and the next second, he tore off the waxed paper, exposing a piece of smooth skin with severe pain.

...

Although the whole process of trying on makeup feels very weird, but at least Abed is a patient hunter and has no habit of making rash moves at the beginning.So after spending most of the day in his studio, grooming body hair, replacing the fishtail that restricted free movement, trying on makeup and changing and changing, I was finally able to get back to the hotel before dark.

"How is it? Did you satisfy your curiosity?" Dillon had already figured out my brain circuit at some point, and when he saw me coming back, he opened his mouth and asked directly.

I rubbed my nose in embarrassment and nodded at him. I said with a dry smile, "Help me check a person's whereabouts. I want to know if he is still alive and well recently."

"The model that the designer shared with his wife?" Dillon stretched his body and leaned on the bed, and seemed to know what I wanted to say in the second half of the sentence when he heard me.He raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to click on a dozen documents on the table in the corner of the room. "I don't know which one you're looking for, so look through it."

I was dumbfounded for a while and walked over to have a look, almost all of them were familiar faces, they were the models who had been watching in Abed's private dressing room all day. "You found them all? Just one day?"

"Of course." Dillon turned over and jumped up from the bed, walked behind me a few steps and locked me between his arms.I looked at the reflection of the two of us in the vanity mirror, and then Dillon's deep voice continued, "Otherwise why do you think I stayed with you in LA?"

I tried to use my hands to pull his clasped arms away from me, but to no avail, so I had to look for the red-haired figure in the pile of treatments with this heavy human sandbag.Flipping through the materials, Dillon also followed me through the pages and looked at the treatment he had obtained through an unknown channel for a day.

Then he said, "These models were ruined by that man and woman, and they were the type to sell them and count the money for human traffickers." He freed up a finger and pointed to a blond Germanic man I happened to find, "In Before being spotted by the couple, he was just a part-time model with an unstable income on the line of food and clothing."

"Now he is a frequent visitor to major shows, and frequently appears on the inside pages of various fashion magazines." Dillon continued: "It's a pity that his girlfriend who has been with him for seven years broke up with him. After leaving the couple, he became obsessed with this kind of thing that can numb his senses. It is reliable news that the parties he often goes to are basically not clean."

Not clean means that drugs are not banned at that party. It can be said that this person is almost destroyed, psychologically destroyed.It is even more difficult to bring people who are intoxicated in this kind of life back to the "ordinary and boring" life of ordinary people in their eyes.

"So what's going on with Arman and his wife?" Dillon's final tone was very serious, "And are you sure you want to continue to follow up with them? I should be able to tell you what you want to know."

I looked at the profile of the blond model under me, then picked it up and put it on another pile.Then I raised my head and looked into his eyes from the mirror, "Yes, I must continue to follow up." Seeing Dillon frowning and about to refute, I raised my hand to stop him from continuing to explain: "Because I want to know the most The person you gave me is not in the information you gave me."

That's right, among the dozens of profiles of models that Abed and Sofia had worked with before, there was no such thing as the red-haired man. "I want to know what is your criteria for finding these materials? Does the timeline start from the end of the studio contract with Abed, or from before they cooperated?"

Dillon's expression became serious, he let go of me and picked up the pile of materials and said: "What do you mean?... The timeline I checked started after those models released that their contract with Abed Studio ended, and now the models The models that Jieli and Abid have worked with are all here."

"But this is not all," I shook my head and said, "I went to that studio today and saw that Abid had photos of the models he worked with, all of which were framed and hung on the wall in his office. Among them were A model with red hair like me, he was very emotional when he mentioned this model. However, there is no information about that model in this file.”

"Vaped from the world, or just stopped being a model?" Dillon glanced sharply and walked quickly to his computer, "The information you gave is only a description of appearance. Now I will ask my friend to compare the missing persons For comparison, if there is any news, I will tell you immediately. But you promised me that I must be careful not to go too deep before the result comes out."

"Understood." I pressed my finger between my eyebrows and felt a little headache, "I hope it won't be a serial killer. I don't want to be involved in a case that can alarm the FBI again. If I am involved in a psychopath In the case, it’s no wonder that Rhett’s colleagues suspect that I have something to do with these people. It’s just that I myself suspect that there is something wrong with me.”