Psychological Control

Chapter 4

"Brian, why do you want to come to America's Next Top Model?" Taylor asked this question after I finished walking the stage.

When Taylor asked this question, my eyes were blank for a moment, and then the smile on the corner of my mouth was restrained just right. "To live, ma'am. When I was four years old, my mother became the victim in a vicious case, and my brother and I witnessed this scene. My mother was the only relative I had, because of the mental illness I suffered at that time. Excited, I was sent to a mental nursing home, and since then I have lost news of my brother who was only three years old at the time..."

I didn't try to hide this personal information, because my past is not difficult to investigate.On the contrary, the tragic story will definitely cause a sensation after it is broadcast, and the best thing is that all of these are true.

"I really want to know if he's doing well...but I'm also afraid that he will remember what happened at that time..." I frowned with a sad face, "so saying it here is just to complete myself An obsession."

Seeing Taylor gasp and put his hand over his mouth, and the prickly eyes of the other waiting models in the room start to waver, I knew the story was working.

The story will not only make the audience have a deep impression on me, but also make the judges have a deep influence on me, and it will also reduce the hostility of other models who are also competitors.After all, a gentle boy who always treats others with a smile on his face doesn't seem so difficult to get along with, right?Even if it looks like a formidable enemy, there is no need to target him.

I know that after America's Next Top Model starts with the semifinals, all the models have to live under the same roof for almost a month.And the camera will also shoot the life clips of the models in the villa. In order to allow me to continue the attitude of being indifferent to the world and not appearing cowardly in the camera, I need to make my roommates before the war starts, Just leave me alone.

"Of course, this is what my psychiatrist told me. After these years of information, I don't remember much about the scene at that time. But after the treatment, I have passed the age of being adopted." My website The posture was very relaxed, with his hands folded between his legs, looking directly at the ground in front of the judges' desk, "Finally, I need a job to support myself. And my mother, left me this."

I raised my finger and pointed to my face, raised my face slightly to remove the shadows on my original face, and raised a smile that was neither salty nor weak.Some playful jokes broke the original heaviness and made me more optimistic.Repeating the tragic story repeatedly, people may be deeply impressed by the story, but at the same time, they will also label you with that story.

To capitalize on a story and not just be remembered for it, you also need to show your personality when it suits you.It's no use just emphasizing how you are so strong and describing how you got out of the shadows.Not as impressive as a well-placed joke.After all, men with a sense of humor are popular these days, aren't they?

Taylor originally had tears in his eyes, but he laughed when he heard this.Rob and Jonathan also took a deep breath and relaxed their shoulders.Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the models standing by the side of the room waiting, and they looked at me with gentle eyes.

"After I became independent, I worked several jobs every day, spent two years studying on my own, and finally got admitted to the Department of Psychology at Stanford University this year." When the tragic story stopped abruptly, I added an inspirational story. "I was really excited when I got the letter. But I knew that my savings wouldn't be enough to cover my college fees for a few years. The school starts in a month, so I want to try this opportunity in my last month. Do your best."

At the end of the story, the narrative of tens of seconds is still unfinished.The inspirational story seemed to impress the judges, and the waiting models began to whisper. Obviously, it is rare for a model to have a high degree of education, let alone a student from a world-renowned university.

I could feel that the lenses of the three cameras were focused on me except one that was aimed at the judges' table.My eyes started to turn red, and I was caught in the close-up shot of a camera.How to touch people's hearts with a smile with tears in it is my eternal subject.

After the re-selection, I am sure that I will enter the top 35 in the semi-finals.Because Jonathan specifically approached me for a private visit when I was about to leave.

It's the kind that talks to the camera in a quiet background.This method of personal narrative will also be used repeatedly in the subsequent shooting process.After all, the focus of America's Next Top Model is the details of life in the models' villas and personal narratives, in addition to the process of taking hard photos and the challenges of the models.

The personal character of each contestant will be reflected in the personal narrative. The contestants will be asked to express their evaluation of some conflicts in the villa, their self-feeling for a hard photo shoot, and so on.This is also one of the key points I focus on. Every personal narrative is a small test.How to make the audience remember what you said in just 1 minute or even tens of seconds, the content is very important.

After the personal interview was over, although the unified answer to the models was to go home and wait for the notification in a week, I knew that several models who had been pre-appointed had been notified in advance, and luckily I was also in this ranks.

Because I live in a hotel and don't go home.So I declined the so-called surprise response from the models when I received a notification call from Taylor himself at home.To achieve what they call a surprise reaction, the photographer will ask you to jump and scream excitedly in front of the camera, etc. Exaggerated acting skills are not suitable for the character I want to portray.

"Hi, Mike." I walked out of the studio and called Mike.

"The re-election is over? How do you feel?" Mike's voice seemed distorted in the noisy streets of New York.

"It's not bad, I'm done." With a book in my arms and a phone in my hand, I walked towards the nearest fast food restaurant. "They asked me to go back and wait for a week's notice. In fact, several pre-determined models have been notified in advance. Fortunately, I am also in the ranks."

"Haha, then I'll wait for your photo on the Internet." I felt strangely that Mike didn't seem to want to say more on the phone at this time, just like when I said that the re-election was in New York.

"Then you have to get more tickets for me." I joked with a smile, "Don't forget, if I live in that villa, I will have to be isolated from the world. A few minutes of phone calls every week, remember Keep your phone with you!"

New York is a modern metropolis, but it doesn't have the antique flavor that I like.So the first stop of my seven-day tour in New York came to Times Square in New York.A favorite place for tourists.

Times Square in the evening already has a beautiful night view, with screens and neon lights flickering on tall buildings.Holding a cup of Mocha bought from a street coffee shop in my hand, I looked at the street with people coming and going.

"If you want to go shopping in the mall, that building over there is a shopping mall." In the coffee shop, the female student was blushing and pointing at the building.

I put on a proper smile and said, "Thanks, I'll see for myself. If you need to go to class, don't worry about me."

"Yes...Of course..." The female student pushed the glasses on her face nervously and said, "Then...then I'll go first! Goodbye, Mr. Brian..." A flash of death flashed across her face, and she walked around with her head down In the eyes of people looking at him, he lowered his head and ran away in a panic.Not far away were two friends who were waiting for her with excited faces.

Speaking of which, before I became Bryan, even if I could make women scream on stage, I was just a humble Asian student in my daily life.But Brian's charm is timeless, whether it's the profane sexiness brought about by jazz dance or the scorching fire in the sun.

I walked through the hustle and bustle of people into the shopping mall.Strolling in the mall, I finally randomly chose a book bar with a coffee shop function and walked in, planning to spend the afternoon here.The book bar is very quiet, and there are already many students and office workers who just got off work. I scanned the rows of bookshelves to find a book to read.

Criminology?

Oh, the word has haunted me since I turned into Brian.But according to the situation of my unlucky brother, maybe I should also need to learn about this knowledge in the future?Dexter was carefully taught by his adoptive father, Harry, but I didn't know anything about systematic criminology, except that I had studied criminal psychology by myself and studied a little bit.

I randomly found a seat in a corner and sat down. This should be an inconspicuous corner. I can see the whole bookstore clearly but it won't draw people's attention.But the strange thing is that after I sat down, several tables of girls around me looked in this direction frequently, and then whispered to each other.

I don't think it's because of me. No matter how good-looking Brian is, he won't attract such a large-scale attention casually.I turned my face and looked to my left, oh, I found the source.No wonder there are so many women sitting around this inconspicuous corner.

It was a handsome man, it should be said that he was too perfect.I looked at this man who was showing his charm as if he wanted to open his tail in the eyes of men and women around him.

A few strands of black hair, neither long nor short, fell on the forehead, while the rest was combed back in an orderly manner.What made him incompatible with this small book bar with a warm and idyllic style was the expensive and decent suit, without a single wrinkle, like a son from a famous family.

But his indescribable delicate facial features and that casual smile make people's first impression of him is that of a yuppie.He can easily deal with women, and his biggest weakness is also women.

I was surprised to find that I couldn't profile his psychology and past from his behavior and appearance. This man must be a master of deception.

My sizing also caught his attention. He glanced up and down at me as if examining something, and then he noticed the book on criminology that I put on the table.If I'm not mistaken, it's not like I'm just killing time.But that's none of my business.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing the same overalls as the other staff in the book bar came over with a cup of coffee and a pot of black tea in his hand. in front of the man.

"Ansi's painting 'The Whistleblower' was stolen by Gerald Brown in 1993. It took a full two weeks for the owner of the painting to discover that the painting had been stolen, as Brown had exchanged a rather finely crafted copy for the original. "The man who attracted the attention of all the women around him said suddenly when the black coffee was just placed in front of him.

Oh, am I going to be so lucky to see a big show?

The man put down the old newspaper in his hand. The date on it was 1993. The headline of the first page was this crime of art theft and counterfeiting. I rested my chin on my hands and squinted at the newspaper he put on the table in boredom. , that priceless artwork photo.The store has quite a collection.

Then I glanced down and saw a location-tracking anklet on the man's left ankle.Ah, it really is a big show!

People with tracking and positioning anklets on their feet can guess it by using their brains.Either a potential criminal being monitored, or a criminal caught by the FBI, because of his superb strength in the professional field, he was specially recruited as an FBI special consultant.

From this point of view, this peacock that emits hormones anytime and anywhere should be a fraudster and thief who is quite accomplished in imitation?It's so pitiful, to be caught by the police cat and have to sell his labor to catch his own kind of mice for freedom.

In a daze, I couldn't help laughing silently.This made the peacock next to me squint again.

Seeing me just looking at me curiously, he turned his face and continued to look at the middle-aged man who had just put down his coffee but was frozen there and said: "Brown parachuted onto the roof of Sabed Castle, avoiding all Siren. Some call it the perfect crime."

The perfect crime?There is no so-called perfection in this world, because as long as people do things, there will always be mistakes due to human negligence.Even if it was a small mistake... Sure enough, Peacock spoke again.

"But I don't think that's perfect, Brown." He rose to his feet, placing his hands on the frozen man's shoulders. "You miscalculated where you landed. As far as I know, you also landed on tiles and slipped, only to grab the railing on top of the castle and save yourself. Very unfashionable for that. "

Under the gaze of everyone around, the man whom I codenamed Peacock spread his hands with a natural expression and a smirk.Unfortunately, because I was sitting too close to him, I was also caught by Zunli's eyes. From this angle, I could even clearly see the curious look in those people's eyes.

"I'm sorry, customers, I've affected you because of personal reasons." The middle-aged man called Brown came back to his senses and squinted at the peacock.I noticed that the moment the man came back to his senses, he placed his right hand by his side, making a subtle rhythm with his fingers on his thigh little by little. Although his expression didn't change at all, I still noticed his subtle move.

He's sending Morse code!Who are you sending it to?