Psychological Control

Chapter 104

Only three days after the signing of the work contract, Abed's studio has arranged the schedules of all the staff who will participate in the shooting.So before Dillon could get an answer from his friend, I turned around and walked over without fear of death in the blink of an eye.

After all, it is a formal job with a contract, and there are so many staff working together, such as lighting and makeup artists, various assistants and so on.I think that even if Abid had killed the red-haired model before and had the heart to continue killing the next target, he would not choose to do it at this time.

Because in Abid's design concept, the background of this still shot is outdoors, and it must be a place with sufficient natural light and clear lake water.So the final shooting location was set at Yosemite Falls, California, which has the sixth highest drop in the world.

In order to avoid the endless stream of tourists, all the photographers, including Abed, climbed the mountain road for several hours to the top of the waterfall, which is the position on the rocky cliff, carrying heavy weights on their backs. Equipment and a set of cosmetics, as well as fishtail and hair accessories that cannot withstand bumps and shakes.

Arrived at the foot of the mountain at nine o'clock in the morning, and then began to climb the mountain non-stop. When we arrived at the pre-surveilled shooting location, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon after three poles in the sun.However, we can’t start shooting right away, except that the film crew needs to prepare equipment and set up reflectors, because according to Abid’s request, I have to wash off the sweat and mud on my body with the snow water that can freeze people to death.

When I finally suppressed the trembling from the cold and sat on the chair waiting for the makeup artist to apply the makeup, I looked at my lip color in the mirror, and it was as white as a dead person.While I let the makeup artist smear my face, I watched Abed out of the corner of my eye as he was making the final adjustments to the fishtail suit.

At this time, the makeup on the face has almost come to an end, and the hair stylist has already started to take out the hair piece that I suspected to be made of the hair that belonged to that model from the box that Abed handed over to her, and is going to give it to me. His hair was straightened and attached.

The strange thing is that I thought Abed would definitely pay extra attention to the situation here at this time, and according to my current state, because I didn’t get enough rest early and spent too much energy on the road, and It seemed particularly weak, and it should have aroused Abed's sadism even more.

However, Abid, who was fully absorbed in his work as soon as he put it into his work, did not pay extra attention to discover my state at all!Compared with my previous psychological profile of a paranoid murderer, there is an obvious deviation.

If he really killed the previous red-haired male model, not to mention that the souvenir of his last victim was displayed in public, even if he didn't show obvious excitement when he looked at my current state Shouldn't have noticed at all.

But if he really didn't kill the male model, and the red-haired male model just disappeared for some reason, it would be a bit too far-fetched.No matter how I look at it, I feel that the only male model who was missing from Dillon's all-inclusive information, or the male model who happened to be smashed by him, and has the same appearance characteristics as me, should be related to him.

After finishing my makeup, I put on the fishtail cover that completely restricted my own movement. After barely drinking a cup of hot coffee to warm myself up, I was picked up from the chair by Abid, and put it into the In the stream.The deepest part of the stream at the source of the waterfall is only up to my chest. Except for the slightly turbulent water flow, safety is still guaranteed.

For the rest of the afternoon of the day, until the end of the sunset, none of the staff of the entire photography team was free, and they were all busy with shooting.So of course nothing like what Dillon was worried about happened.

The only thing that makes me feel hard is the shooting intensity.According to the requirements of Abed, who is already regarded as a paranoid perfectionist, the model's swimming posture in the water must be kept perfect, and the perfect lighting cannot be completely adjusted in post-production.As a result, the lighting engineer had to keep changing the shooting angles in order to adjust the reflectors, and I had to stay in one position for a long time.

The most painful time was when the light was the most beautiful at sunset. I was tossed by the action of raising the fish's tail in the water, my waist was sore and my legs ached, and I almost had cramps in the end.The whole person has to be submerged in the ice-cold stream that is no different from snow water, and then gracefully jump out of it.Then there is a series of sitting on the rocks against the cold wind like in a fairy tale.

So at the end of the whole day of shooting, I started to have a runny nose and dizziness because I kept catching cold and sneezing.It's not that my physique is too poor, but that the physical fatigue of this day is beyond the tolerance limit of too many ordinary people.

Moreover, my observation and analysis of Abed did not have any tangible progress improvement.Because Abed's performance today is very different from my expectations.He looks more like the kind who is too indulging in work, because the pursuit of beauty is too harsh to the extreme, so he looks weird and nervous, but he is not the type who will kill people by any means.

One day after filming, we were back in Los Angeles.While twisting my nose in the hotel, I told Dillon my suspicion that Abed hadn't killed anyone.His face was full of doubts, but he didn't immediately refute my words.

"My friend compared the model you mentioned with all the missing persons in recent months." Instead, he talked about the investigation he conducted before, "It's not even just long red hair, or only red hair or appearance. Similar comparisons were also made. We ruled out his use of a pseudonym while modeling and changes in hair color and physical features."

"The result?" I asked curiously.The friends Dillon mentioned were actually his comrades who had retired from the army and switched to various public jobs and private bodyguard companies, so there is no need to question the accuracy and well-informedness of the news.

"I haven't found any missing reports of people who sufficiently match his description of appearance and figure." Dillon replied with a frown and shook his head.

"Maybe I'm just guessing wrong, he hasn't disappeared but just stopped being active in the modeling industry?" I shrugged and said, "And we are just overly nervous? Getting along with Abid at work, and observing his usual behavior The performance is not like the general psychological profile of a murderer at all.”

"No, he is indeed missing." Unexpectedly, Dillon quickly and definitely denied my guess. "According to the surveillance video of the building where Abed's studio is located, the male model has indeed cooperated with Abed. The last time he appeared in Abed's studio was two months ago, and all his social media a week later Accounts are no longer updated."

"You also got the surveillance video of that building?!" In this passage of his words, the first thing I grasped was nothing else, but a basic problem for normal people.I widened my eyes and said in surprise, "Generally speaking, this is illegal, right? Are you sure there is no problem?"

The expression on Dillon's face froze for a moment. Obviously, when he was investigating these things, he never thought about whether it would be illegal.Maybe it's because most of their actions in the army in the past carried some gray highest authority and priority, so they naturally avoided those regulations.

"I asked my friend who works in the company responsible for the security system of that building to get it. He gave it to me without saying anything... There should be no problem..." Dillon's tone was uncertain for the first time.

Then he reacted with a brain bounce on my forehead, his expression became serious again and he said to me: "That's not the point, the point is that the model is indeed missing! It's just that he doesn't seem to have anyone close, so no one found him You should not let your guard down so easily, you must know that your psychoanalysis may not be completely accurate, everything must be based on facts.”

"Oh, come on. You are beginning to doubt my professional skills, just like a scholar meeting a soldier." I rolled my eyes at him unconvinced, "Then the current situation is that although I know the model's name, and the news that he really disappeared, but that’s all, right?”

"This is the most detailed information I can get without really breaking the law." Dillon looked at me helplessly and shook his head, then explained.

"If you want to further find out the background and family members of the male model based on that name, and even the consumption records and call records, you have to enter the internal database of the police station. To do that, you need to apply for permission in advance, not everyone who works in the police station People can use those permissions like Google to investigate other people at will.”

"But I dare say that there are not a few policemen who have been doing this secretly since ancient times, and investigate the whereabouts of their wives." I complained without hesitation as soon as his voice fell, "But I know you just don't want to Make it difficult for your friend. Well, no need to explain any more. I will go to Abed's house in two days to model Sophie Adam, and then I will try to play him off."

"Are you sure?" Dillon showed a dead face again, "This time it's different from the job you signed the contract with. You went out to shoot with many other staff members, but this time going to his house is just You are alone."

"The current clues are a mess of twine. You told me to stop and withdraw now, just to make me entangled in distress and die." I spread my hands with an innocent face, "If I really am gone forever, remember to tell De Kester, if he really wants to relapse because no one is looking at him and he can't help itching."

"The first ones to look for are Abed and Sophia." Almost in unison, Dillon and I said tacitly at the same time.Then he raised an unrecognizable smile at the corner of his mouth, "And he will get my assistance, don't worry your brother will not be caught."

It was just a joke, and no one thought it would come true.