Psychological Control

In the noisy venue, the neon lights hit the stage, and the host turned away from behind the stage excitedly to report. The lights were all concentrated on him, and the stage was quiet, and the audience knew that the show tonight was finally about to begin.

However, compared with the orderly organization at the front desk, the back office is as chaotic as ever. The dancers checked their outfits to make sure their hair and clothes were decent, pressing each other's legs to warm up and move.

I nestled in a chair, away from the mess, wearing military boots on the dresser, and dullly pushed the officer's cap on my head. The leather pants worn today seem to be one size smaller. It is estimated that the dance company owner secretly changed one.

This is a fighting dance convention, and I am a part-time jazz dancer in a dance company. The commercial dance troupe usually picks up some TV shows, or dances with star concerts. The reason for participating in this fighting dance conference is also that the boss wants the dance group to win the championship and increase the popularity of the dance group.

And I want to use the dancing skills I learned with my friends for a while to earn some living expenses in the spare time.

Although the label of orphans sounds pitiful and dog-blooded, in the end I still got myself into a not too bad university, the Department of Psychology. Hold a scholarship sufficient to cover your tuition.

The competition started, and the participating hip-pop dancers came out in a row. The organizer invited the participants of this dance type to open the heat. Because my jazz dance was the first show after the opening, I also started to stand up and warm up.

A group of dancers in various costumes in front of the stage lit the atmosphere with intense dance music. I came out when the deafening music suddenly stopped. The military boots stepped on the stage with the sound effects of the accompaniment, and easily captured the audience's attention. The empty echo seemed to tighten the air in the scene.

This is the opening connection I designed, and I know exactly how to better capture the audience's attention. I don't know if it is because of one's life, so it is particularly necessary to observe and watch. I have special intuitions about changes in emotions and thoughts that people may unintentionally show in their faces and movements.

That's why I chose psychology as my college major. For most people, the psychology is difficult and obscure.

To accurately control people's psychology, and use proficient dance skills to stir up the senses of these audiences, I have been doing precise and powerful dance exercises countless times. Shaking my waist and hips. This is a fairly simple dance movement, trekking. However, it is very popular because of the inherent tension in the action.

I lift one hand high in the air, and the other hand pushes down from the jaw, and cooperates with the upper body to make forward and backward waves, and the lower jaw is raised to make an inhalation action, trying to stimulate everyone's senses. Jazz dance is a dynamic and diversified rhythmic dance. The steps combine the characteristics of rigidity and softness. At this time, the dance music also brought my own breathing.

Qi Lun's music sounded, and I swayed my body following the rhythm. Because jazz dance is a species that needs explosive power and dance strength, I sweat a lot after a while. The smaller black leather pants tightly wrapped my legs, and the clearly visible protrusions and muscle lines under the light provoked the minds of the visitors.

The crazy expressions of the women on the stage made me a little dizzy. Coupled with my sexual orientation as a male, and dancing to me who had already rehearsed thousands of times, it was really hard to be devoted to the show. My gaze was hiding under the brim gazing around boringly.

The dance music was nearing its end. When the atmosphere was overwhelmed, I threw off the hat above my head and caused another scream. Then the end of the song, with the faded music effect, I slowly lingered on the stage.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that if there was a substantial line of sight, the feeling of being stared at by a viper made my heart suddenly tighten.

I stopped the stinging action on the stage, turned to the front and stood up to look up, and searched the crowd below the stage for the sight that made me sweat cold, but found nothing.

Maybe I should go home earlier today instead of waiting until the end of this fighting dance match. I made up my mind and returned to the background. I said to the bosses of the dancers who were going to play after being encouraged. He was busy and sweaty, he agreed, and praised me for today ’s performance. Stuffed me a few encouraging "bonuses".

I raised a smile as usual, and said hello to the other dancers standing beside me who could n’t remember their names. Then I changed my stage costumes and hurriedly put on the clothes. Denominations are not too small for pocket money to leave.

The dance club requisitioned a famous club stage because the sponsor was the owner of this club. Therefore, the back door of the venue is connected to the less decent alleys, the smoke is smoky, and the drunk men and the men and women standing on the streets make me disgusted.

Pulling on the hood and heading down, I walked out of the alley towards the parking lot at the end of the street, where a second-hand small broken car I bought was parked. There were many voices in the alleys, but the wide streets were silent. People traveling at night were like mice crossing the street, lingering in dark corners, but afraid of dim lights.

I took a sigh of relief when I took out the car key. I was thinking that when I went back tonight to take a bath to wash off my tiredness, the window glass reflected a dark shadow. Before I turned around, sharp pain came from my back Straight into the brain, my eyes darkened and fell into a cold embrace.

Electricity, strikes, guns ... Which robber would bring such an advanced robbery tool with him? The first time I woke up was not to open my eyes, but to slow down my breathing, listening to the movement around me.

I felt my hands tied behind me, lying on the cold ground, and the ground felt like a surface made of iron sheet. I couldn't guess where I was, and there was still a pain in my lower back.

"Dangling", the sound of something being dropped. The gentle footsteps in the quiet space, the skin of my skin is exposed by the wind brought by this person's approach, and the goosebumps are lifted.

I felt his approach, very close, I could even feel that he faced me only a few centimeters away, the skin on his face could feel his breath, and then he stepped back suddenly, my neck was tight with his hands. Hold on.

"I know you are awake, open your eyes ..."

The hoarse voice seemed to be torn from plastic paper. Damn, is it the boss's enemy? They all say that such unscrupulous business grabs will definitely run into trouble! But why was it the last of me?

My hesitation for a second was regarded by the other party as resistance, and the hand around my neck was tightened, and I could not breathe and opened my eyes suddenly.

God! The man didn't cover his looks ...

Robbers who don't cover their looks are the most dangerous, because they didn't plan to leave the victims alive at the beginning, so they don't care if they are seen. This is the most basic knowledge of criminal psychology.

When I first learned about criminal psychology outside of class, I didn't want to be a police officer, it was just an interest. Because I majored in psychology, my ideal has always been to prove that I have become a psychologist with a good income. Who knows that this knowledge has come in handy first.

This middle-aged man has crazy eyes, cracked lips, beard and dross, gray hair is bald, and his body is a bit out of shape, but it can be seen that he used to go to the gym often.

Frustrated at middle age, he must be a successful person on weekdays. The brand of the watch on his hand cannot be bought by the average income crowd, and the style is new this year, which is worth tens of thousands of dollars. Wrinkled suit shirt, cuffs and traces of water, his body has the aroma of aromas that the club toilet has been using, **** it, he was watching me on the stage just now.

His left hand still had traces of the original ring, which seemed to be emotionally hurt, and his target group was me, who had originally entered the gym to maintain his figure ...

He is still a comrade.

"Cough ... cough ..." Seeing me open my eyes, the lunatic smiled with satisfaction and let go of my hand that choked me. I noticed that he didn't stop my mouth, I guess he must have taken me to a very remote place.

I glanced around indiscriminately, where I am now seems to be in a large truck or a container. Every piece of information I got from observation made me even more desperate, because it all showed that the target of this lunatic was not the boss, but me.

If it is for the benefit, I am confident that I can live safely until the rescue arrives through negotiations. But if this is a lunatic, I really have no confidence to escape from a mad man.

I remember the famous serial killer I saw in my newspaper at home a few days ago. The victims were young Asian boys, who had been forced to have **** with the murderer before death. The cause of death was suffocation. It is strange that every time The corpses had their tongues cut off ...

The police speculated that the killer was a comrade and an Asian. After all, serial killers are rare. But now, if I can go out alive, I will definitely rush to the police station and yell that you have mistaken the prisoner's profile.

Because even in the dark, I could clearly see the man's standard white silhouette. Thinking of the tragic death method written in black and white on the newspaper, I had the urge to commit suicide for the first time.

Suicide, early death and early birth. Anyway, I gave myself a good deal, and now waiting for me will not be a nightmare.

Most people never think that they will be miserable in those newspapers, just like me. I remember reading the newspaper at that time, and I guess maybe soon after this guy was caught, I would have another paper to write. Analyze recent cases, the professor's favorite subject.

I didn't expect that in the end I might become a paragraph in those papers, which is ironic enough.

His gloved hands, with the exception of the hand that just held my neck, held the sharp meat cleaver in the other hand, and it looked as if it had been brought out of the kitchen at home.

He looked at me with a smirk and smile, the blade dangling in front of me. If I hadn't read the newspaper, I might want to do my own smart speaking at this time. But I won't, because he might cut my tongue after I finish talking.

The madman's lover was an Asian man because his lover betrayed him. The lunatic cut off each victim's tongue because the tongue brought out lies.

I closed my mouth and looked at his bald head, acting like a wood. I don't want to show a panic or scared reaction, even if my heart has shrunk, it almost jumps out of my throat.

For such a vengeful serial killer, the more terrified the victim's response, the more excited they will be.

"Speak ... speak !!!" The lunatic was frightened by the silence. Perhaps he was the first time he saw the victim didn't ask for mercy, and the scene of no one talking made him feel out of control.

My cheek was cut open with a wound by his shaky blade, and I raised my eyebrows, and the tears that swelled out of my body could not bear. Damn ... Dead bodies have to be disfigured ...

Sure enough, when I saw my tears, the madman became more excited. He smirked with a knife and made a gesture on my face, staring intently at the wound I was scratched.

"Speak to me ... say you love me ..." The lunatic whispered in my ear. The hot and humid breath made my tears flow faster. I can't tell whether it was physical tears or tears from panic.

He buried his head on the side of my neck, and all I could see was his shoulder and the hand holding the knife swinging against my chest. If you really ca n’t escape ... it ’s better to try and rebel before you die…

No, that's too early to die.

I stared straight at the sharp blade and began to distract, then I slowly opened my mouth.

...

Is he dead?

The dim lights and shadows meet in front of me, and ghosts appear in my eyes.

Originally intended to irritate him with ironic words, make him lose his vigilance under the fury, and give me a chance to sneak attack on him to escape from heaven. But I still failed. This guy is not a pervert, ya is a lunatic. I may still have a chance to flicker with the pervert, and with a lunatic who cannot talk, how can I have a chance?

It is really worthless to use the life of such an outstanding inspirational young man to replace the life of a lunatic murderer. It's a pity that God can't help but I have no choice.

The hands holding the handle were trembling, because of suffocation and lack of oxygen, tinnitus appeared in my ears, the light and shadow in my eyes became more and more scattered, the blood of that madman on my body almost covered my whole body, and the warm blood gradually cooled ...

...

"Police have confirmed that the wrong profiling at the beginning caused the investigation direction to be wrong. The suspect and the last victim's bodies were discovered by the police three days after their death ..."

"Serial tongue serial killing was broken. Is this a loss of human nature or a loss of morality! Please see the details below ..."

...

I thought this was the end, what an inspirational life. An orphan, self-taught, admitted to college, first-class scholarship, graduating, promising future, but finally encounters a serial murderer blindly, heroically and murderer together, at the age of 23, became a newspaper A special report, a study of school subjects, the body was cremated and rested in the government cemetery to return to the dust.

However, before my consciousness fell into a deep sleep, I suddenly felt my body as if it had returned to the ground from the vacuum. The skin was clinging to the asphalt ground, which was scorched by the sun, and people began to say a few words in their ears.

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