MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 5

"Mr. Neil Caffrey, what wind blows you?" The man known as Brown quickly adjusted his expression, and he seemed excited and happy to want to delay time.

But to my surprise, this peacock around me turned out to be a famous figure. And I still have heard of his name. When I was in a sanitarium four years ago, I saw in the newspaper that the famous scammer Neil Cavery was arrested and brought to justice.

Neal Caffrey enjoyed the winnings and said happily, "I just heard that you seem to have started to study art again recently. Everyone has similar interests."

Just then, I glanced around and found a female clerk standing strangely at the checkout counter. Her slightly leaning forward body revealed her uneasy mood, similar to several men and women standing outside the store, all wearing a suit and leather shoes. They moved their bodies and wanted to pay attention to the situation on the side. .

"Oh, don't say that. How can I compare to you with my taste? If you ..." Brown exaggeratedly ashamed, and then pretended to suddenly think of the general, then the words turned around and said, "Look if we are here somehow Disturbing the quiet of the guests? Why not say something else? "

Neal Caffrey remained silent for a few seconds and then said blankly: "Brown, fbi suspects you are related to a recent art theft case, and hope you can go back with us to assist in the investigation."

I raised my eyebrows at the men and women in suits who were standing outside the shop, and walked in. It seems that I guessed right, they are Agent FBI.

"You're just suspicious, Mr. Caffery." To their surprise, this Brown didn't have the slightest struggle and wanted to escape *. Just raised his hand and said calmly.

Oh, no wonder he seemed so calm. I looked at the female clerk behind the checkout counter. After this group of people who were agents of FBI came into the shop, she quietly and unobtrusively left the sight of the dead corner and left the shop.

The new generation of counterfeiters, technical masters, has a wonderful artistic foundation ... I reflect on the description of Neil Caffrey I have seen before. Turning his head again, he looked at the man who was showing flowers, and could not help but help. Why on earth would I want to learn his deception style ...

Such a high-profile and smelly deceit is so careless. I already thought about how the peacock narcissistically cheated others' trust and disguised his identity when the screen was actually opened. His excessive self-confidence and self-confidence made it easy for him to let go of important clues when he helped fbi conduct a crime investigation.

In the noise of a vegetable market caused by fbi's arrest of Brown, I stood up and walked to the cash register where the woman was just now, and went through the book borrowing procedure with the book I wanted to read here.

Then I saw the name of the clerk who accepted the book on the book register. Also the name of the woman who sneaked away, Nora Brown. A surname of Mr. Brown who was arrested.

Detective Brown's fbi agent departed quickly, but I turned to look at Manny You reluctantly to follow, Neal Caffery who was about to leave. "Do you pay for coffee, sir?"

It's fun to make Neil Cavery, who hates paying himself the most, and always gets everything he wants by clever words. It's fun to pay for coffee here. Then as a reward for providing information to fbi, it will make me happy for a week.

My words made Neil Cavery come over with a black face, and he took some change and walked to me to look at the cash register. Then he asked, "Where is the clerk?"

"Maybe the turmoil just scared her away?" I blinked at him, "I don't know why he looked in a hurry, that ... Miss Nora Brown?"

Originally Neil Caffrey only had an impatient look. When he heard the name mentioned at the end of his sentence, he widened his eyes and turned to look at me. "Who are you ?! How did you know the name?" He stepped back cautiously.

"I'm just the customers who disturbed the book and disturbed me." I smiled innocently. "When I came over and saw the clerk was not there, I went through the book borrowing procedures myself. You can register See her name on the directory. "

Neal Caffrey froze, then quickly went to the register to check the truth of what I said. Then he frowned and took out his cell phone to make a call. "Our guesses are all wrong! Alana Brown did not split up with him, she was in this book five minutes ago!"

While Neal Caffrey was in a hurry to talk to the person on the phone, I turned around and walked out of the book. When Neil passed by, he and I deliberately laughed in his ear and said, "Never consider yourself the smartest person in the house. Be careful not to lose Jingzhou ..."

Although Neil Caffrey's deceptive style is not suitable for my personality, but his deception skills and language art have disguised me as a normal person in the crowd, or anonymity after he actually committed the crime one day The escape is very important knowledge.

If it can get his attention in this regard, it is estimated that it can be used as a hidden investment, and he will get online with him when he has a chance to meet him again in the future. As long as I can learn a hand or two from him, I also make money.

Neal Caffrey watched me leave anxiously, trying to stop me several times. I just turned back and smiled at him, and turned quickly without hesitation. After all, I don't know who the cat that can catch such a naughty mouse is, and it can actually train a cunning fox into a beagle, which is not what ordinary fbi can do.

I don't want to confront fbi too early, then be investigated, and then treated as a potential offender on the grounds of psychological instability.

The week passed quickly, and I was unexpectedly notified of my formal entry into the semi-finals. I also knew from the newspaper the final result of the original and plagiarism. The New York Times reported on the follow-up of the theft at Ramsham Gallery. The case of Brown, who brought his daughter, was eventually cracked by fbi.

I packed up my luggage and picked up the plane for reimbursement of the airfare for the plane. The review of the National Supermodel Contest was in New York, but the official filming did take place in Los Angeles.

At the meeting point of the Los Angeles International Airport, there seemed to be only male models on the bus, and young men with hormones clamored for the girls in front of the camera. It seemed that the female models could only be seen at the official catwalk.

Everyone on the bus started introducing each other. The extroverted boys excited the atmosphere. I sat in the bus and watched the atmosphere become polarized. Extroverted boys gathered in the front seat with a camera, while introverted boys sat in the back seat with a smile and watched them roar.

Each person's personality is unique, and I look at everyone to judge their personality. A male model next to me said, "Hi, I'm Ashton. Are you Brian, right? ... I remember you, a student at the Stanford University Department of Psychology!"

He avoided the first half of my story and I was not surprised. I remember this male model Ashton, who was the model waiting at the time, listening to my full story in the room.

"Hello Ashton." I smiled and reached out to shake him. "I remember you, you were there at the time."

Ashton has a short black curly hair, which can be seen as a mix of black and white, but the skin has a Caucasian complexion, the outline is black, and the blue pupil gives an exotic atmosphere. , Unique temperament. He looks confident and outgoing.

It's just that his weakness is too feminine, which is very fatal when shooting hard photos with female models. He is a comrade, and it can be clearly seen from his actions.

"Wow, did you get into Stanford University? It's amazing." Another boy sitting in the front seat turned to talk. "Unlike me, learning just doesn't work! Hi, my name is Marvin." He reached out to me and Ashton.

Marvin had black, broken hair, and he looked mixed-race. Hispanic genes took the lead. There seemed to be a mixed race of brown, but fair skin. Marvin's cheekbones are high and the outline is deep, giving the appearance a high-fashion feel. Slightly imaginable, he can think that he will be the type that photographers like.

Marvin didn't like talking at first, but after getting familiar with it, you will feel comfortable chatting with him. He must have many siblings. If he lives in a big house, he can think that he will be the leader of men and children. During the conversation, he always mentioned the excitement of seeing female models. The introverted hormonal animal is referred to as suffocation, which should show strong lethality when photography is needed.

However, he also has a weakness. Even if his features are excellent in hard photos, when facing the catwalk, his temperament will be weakened and he cannot be astonished. Without fame, he may have a hard time getting a catwalk job from a designer.

Many people think that the impression of the model is very rigid, it is just a living shelf to show clothes. But in fact that's just because most famous models are quiet and giving the illusion at work.

Focusing on styling and how to display the product is the ability to pay attention to details. For the male model, I can almost predict that only introverted boys like car guards are most likely to go to the end.

Because most girls are inherently focused on details, but most boys are energetic. If they can't focus on their work and can't calm down when shooting, this will be the most unfavorable factor for them.

Before waiting for me to sit in the far corner of the guy who had always wanted to interject, but could only embarrassed and smiled, the brown-gold-haired man pulled into the conversation, and the bus had arrived.

This is an antique theater in downtown Los Angeles. I just hurriedly exchanged the name with the brown-gold-haired boy and got off the bus.

The boy's name is Chris. The standard Germanic appearance, narrow cheeks and raised eyes make him look very cold and bad when he doesn't smile. At the time of the second election, he also told a story of his own, but compared to my drama which resembles a reprint of the tragic world, his story only caused a sigh of disappointment from the audience.

He was a child of a single parent family. His mother apparently gave birth to him by accidental pregnancy, and she was not a competent mother. She did her duty to raise him, and abandoned him on his eighteenth birthday. No trace. Since then, Chris has been on the streets several times.

It can be imagined that when he was really distressed, the scene of his former fox friends and dog friends smashed together. His slightly embarrassing feeling when interacting with people presented his slenderness and tension in front of me. If he was in trouble in his interaction with people in the villa, it might affect his hard-shot shooting.

When I finished profile analysis with a new competitor, we followed the crowd into the backstage of the theater. Rows of dressing tables and clothes hanging in a row all illustrate that today's task will be a catwalk. I looked at the masks on each dressing table, and maybe a catwalk-themed show. 2k novel reading network