Psychological Control

Survivors of this quarter were filmed on a not too small island in the Republic of the Fiji Islands in the South Pacific. Close to the equator, the Fiji Islands have a tropical rain forest climate and abundant rainfall.

At this moment, I was on a small sailing boat. Under the control of the staff, the sailing boat took the wind to the beach that was getting closer and closer. Together with all the participants, three sailboats sailed on the sea, which also represented three tribes with different characteristics assigned in advance.

The boat was silent and we were not allowed to communicate with each other before the race. But at this time, it is also time for contestants to look at each other.

There are three men and three women including me on this sailing boat. Two blond beauties, a big wavy brunette, and three women are basically one type in my opinion. The chest was surging, and their hormones were desperately distributed to the men around them.

At first glance, she was endlessly loved in daily life, and was regarded as a type of nail in the eyes of other women. Such women may have a hand in dealing with straight men, but when they fall into the female-dominated number, they will be defeated.

I don't have to worry that they will form an alliance with each other, because their first choice in this case must be to use their charm to charm a man who has a physical advantage. And, when women of the same type meet, they will only be hostile to the other side, as if they were hitting a shirt on the street.

Men, on the other hand, are just the opposite. Most men confide in themselves when they meet another man of the same type. It's like the men who hit the shirt think that they like the same clothes as a tacit understanding.

Two men other than me, one of them is a Caucasian with the same black hair and blue-green eyes as Neil Caffrey, but it is different from Neal's advocating exquisite life, with a slight beard on his face, Very manly. The other is the most typical Nordic blond, with a tall nose.

But they all have the same characteristics and are physically strong. Strong and lean body, but the muscles will not protrude too much to become like strong men. Coupled with their tall height and handsome face, they must be the type of geeks on weekdays.

Seeing this, I finally couldn't help sighing. It seems that in the so-called beautiful tribe I belong to, all the participants should be models. Even if it's not a professional model, the crew is definitely selected according to the model's criteria.

Looking further down the sailing boat on the left, among the group of people who looked like nerds, I saw Red, who was quite out of date. Except for Spencer Reid, there are no more people under 35 in their group.

Rhett felt my eyes and looked at him calmly.

"Pretending not to know, trying to stay." When he saw me, I avoided the lens of the bow photographer, raised my hand to make a hair-streaking gesture to cover my face, and said with a lip.

As an FBI agent, I guess Rhett must have no difficulty reading the lip. Sure enough, he looked away and nodded slightly.

I will not continue to observe the participants of Rhett's tribe, because I know that he will find out the personality and profession of each person when the tribe introduces each other. Even if the other party tries to hide, it is impossible to hide the eyes of the bau writer. Even if Red is just a novice.

I didn't ask too much, even if his bau colleague didn't tell him the rules of the game, but I don't think Rhett would be stupid enough to tell him to take office in fbi on purpose, which would arouse the vigilance of other competitors in the tribe.

Although Rhett doesn't seem to have a good EQ, but he has an IQ of 187, it is impossible for him to dig a pit and jump for himself. Just as I couldn't possibly tell the other five members of the Beauty Tribe, I'm still a top student at Stanford University.

Turning my head, I looked at the ship on the right. One of the blondes sitting opposite me thought I was watching her and smiled slightly at me. I didn't plan to lose her face in the beginning and establish a potential enemy, so I subconsciously returned a smile.

In the corner of my eyes, I was looking at six people from the power tribe. Similarly, three men and three women, one of which was an Indian girl, had tattoos on one arm, and the gorgeous flower arms made her with a dirty braid and wheaten color, which was particularly impressive. But I think that she has a weakness that makes people think that they will be very strong.

Because her smile seemed so carefree, her eager challenge in her eyes easily dispelled the sense of experience she brought to her. It's like a teenager with naive thoughts and rebellion.

Another middle-aged woman, at first glance, can bear half the sky at home, and it is not easy to compromise with others. Maybe a mother of a single parent family. The child is at least a teenager, I guess in my heart. She may be from the southern United States and is taking care of a chewing farm every day. That's why her face looks weather-beaten, and skin care products are rarely used on weekdays.

The third frame is in the middle age group, about 20-something women in their early thirties. This woman must be a police officer, and my mind was tense suddenly, from the disgust of the police in Brian's memory. Maybe Harry, who was wearing a police uniform, took Dexter's back from his arms. This kind of stimulus made me actually have a kind of stress aversion to police.

Then there was the man of the power tribe. The side of a person caught my attention the moment I saw him. It was a knife-shaped side face, and the deep blue eyes under the protruding brow bone and the spray from the side of the boat easily made me shake.

His eyes seemed to inadvertently observe the small island in front of him, as if to perform a task. The thin, tight lips and tight chin lines gave him a feeling that the forbidden valley was inaccessible. soldier? My eyes fell on the scar left by a bullet hole in his left arm. Compared with active soldiers, he was more likely to be a professional soldier who had gone to the battlefield and retired due to injury.

Like the policewoman in her early thirties, she is located in the middle age group of the power tribe. It is neither as clever as a silver-haired middle-aged man with a gray beard sitting next to him, nor as a stout man sitting in front of a ship who does not have eye contact with people.

Well, all in all is my favorite type. It's not about speaking, it's a taciturn man.

"Dear viewers, welcome to the Dibarabalaji survivors! The contestants are now riding three sailboats to an uninhabited island in the Fiji Islands. This year's survivor competition will be here Hold! "Host Jeff stood up from the ship and said aloud to the aerial helicopter after an order from the director.

"From my left-hand side, there are the wisdom tribe, the beautiful tribe, and the power tribe in turn!" Jeff began to make the most traditional opening remarks of the survivors. Whether it was behind-the-scenes dubbing or shooting in front of the scene, Jeff opened the quarter and the tribe. The lines at the meeting were basically changed.

The photographers on the aerial plane started to control the camera, taking pictures of the participants' faces all the way. I guess they will tell each audience the occupation and characteristics of each contestant through behind-the-scenes dubbing during the final show editing.

When the camera was pointed at me, it was almost habitual for me to lean forward and let the sun hit my face fully. The corner of my mouth brought a smile that moved people, and even the limb movements posed a natural pose.

The models on the same boat, except for the female model, are only me, so dedicated. At this time, the other two models were getting closer and closer to the pristine island of the original rainforest, and grabbed their attention. The **** nature of men's bones and blood cannot be rejected.

The screen image that I want to create among the survivors is not to be too arrogant, but also to have a grasp of the overall situation. It can't be so out of place as it is in the national supermodel, and it can't be too long-sleeve.

Because it will make others unclear about my true character, Contrast Meng is not so useful. A person's personality contrast is too great. From isolation to calculation, it only makes people feel hypocritical.

As Jeff's opening remarks ended, the three sailing boats also reached the small island beach. With Jeff's mobilization, the participants each carried their own luggage, jumped off the sailboat, and waded towards the beach.

Honestly, I'm really puzzled by their mindless actions. Perhaps it was affected by the secretion of adrenal hormones. Didn't they think that the wet shoes would keep them warm in the middle of the night after wading ashore? What's more, when they are wearing soaked shoes and covered with sand, how can they have a good mood to build a shelter and light a fire?

Although the effect of the show is important and my screen image is also important, I cannot convince myself to jump into the sea like this anyway. Behind me, I silently took off the beach boots, rolled up my trousers, and carried my little backpack slowly to the water and walked to the end.

When everyone was standing on the beach, Jeff came over and held a red, yellow and blue turban in his hand, representing the three tribes. "Wisdom tribe, your representative color is yellow." As he threw the turban to Rhett's group, a man dressed in a little costume X grabbed the turban before Rhett reached out his hand.

You know, even if Red is wearing a tie and a suit shirt and a pony hung on a weekday, he has already put on t 裇 early here. This man was incompatible with everyone, wearing a brightly colored shirt, at first glance, he was a arrogant guy who liked to get the attention of others.

"Beauty tribe, your representative color is blue." Then Jeff threw to me a bundle of blue turbans, and the expression on my face did not change.

"Hi guys, my name is Brian, and I'm a model." I turned around and opened myself with a smile while introducing. "But I think there should be more than one model in our tribe?"

"Mario, although there are other jobs on weekdays, the model is also my part-time job." A man with dark hair and charming blue-green eyes first spoke.

"I'm Carmelita!" The blonde girl who had blinked with me on the boat looked at me and seduced me. "I know your name is Brian. This season's National Supermodel Contest You are one of my favorite male models. "

"Here is Jenny, I'm the cheerleader of the American ABC football team." Another blonde girl said quickly after Camerita finished speaking. Apparently she felt threatened by Camerita's presence and activity.

"Oh, I forgot to say it!" Camerita's smile on her face remained the same, adding proudly: "I'm the beauty queen of the United States last year."

"Anna. Nothing great, just a flat model." The brunette was more calm than Camerita and Jenny. With a **** smile on her face, she glanced at the three men in the tribe, including me, apparently planning something.

"I'm left, right?" Tied her headband with a cowboy-like blond boy around her neck, then looked up and said, "My name is Austin. I'm just a student for now!"