Psychological Control

At nine thirty, the electronic watch on the car showed the time.A black jeep drove into a remote neighborhood and stopped in front of a fence covered in spray-painted graffiti.In the small square inside the wall, there are figures swaying, indicating that a lively party is going on inside.

Mike turned off the car, put the car keys in his pocket, picked up the handcuffs on the back seat of the car and fastened them to the belt, then picked up the baton and pushed the brim of his hat, opened the car door and jumped out.

The sound of the "Tuk Tuk Tuk" batons hitting the iron door had no effect, and the noisy voices inside did not stop. People playing skateboards and smoking hookahs turned a blind eye to Mike, who was in police uniform.

A young man stepped out of the crowd, out of the shadows and smog, and the light was turned off to reveal my face, as if I was taken aback.

"Boy, someone reported that the party here is disturbing the people." Mike hit his palm with a baton with a cold face.

"What?...but...but there are no residents living around here at all! You must have made a mistake!" I panicked and was forced back a few steps by him, anxiously explaining.

Mike looked very cold hearted, he walked around me and opened the door and walked straight in. "Whether I made a mistake has nothing to do with me, I just need to clear the field now."

I lowered my head and walked in behind him with a dejected look on my face.The young people in the room were divided into two groups by Mike Moses.

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I showed a smile that didn't fit the obedient student when I opened the door just now.Then with the sound of the iron door being locked with a 'bang', the video officially ended, and the stage lights were turned on at the same time.

Under the two beams of light, I smiled wantonly, put my hands in my jeans pockets and slowly walked out from the left side of the stage.And Mike, brandishing his baton, came out across the stage from me, facing me.

This is a dance show with a story line, and it is also my idea to the owner of the dance troupe.Although this way of expression is no longer novel after a few years, it is still very unique and creative now.To attract the interest of audiences who don't know much about dance, only solid dance skills are not enough.

To make the show like a stage play, it is the most convenient and practical way to shoot the video and play it before the dance.The videos can be used repeatedly, and the dancers don't have to really learn from stage actors to perform these plots on the stage.

Fights in violent neighborhoods are already very tense, but now they are adapted into artistic fighting dances, which also increases the tension of the show.Immediately behind me was a group of male dancers in the video, all standing in the middle of the stage.

I gave the girls in the audience closest to me a wicked smile, and when they were all flushed with excitement, I stepped forward and made provocative gestures to Mike in police uniform.

The moment I raised my hand, fierce dance music sounded on the originally quiet stage.The click that opens the case is like a signal.

I shook my waist with the rhythm in front of Mike, and Mike also threw away his baton to choose his dancing skills under the attention of the audience.Then after a short beat, he made an angry look, rushed over and grabbed my hand, and we collaborated on a difficult aerial move as a symbol of my being thrown out.

I turned over on the ground, then shook hands with the baton that Mike threw on the ground, and moved down my body along my chest, my body dancing in undulating curves.

The audience off the stage cheered, and Mike and I walked in circles, exchanging our positions.Then I held the baton in my mouth, and with my hands free, I pulled down the zipper of my coat, revealing my pale skin under the coat.That's right, there is no bottoming T-shirt under the jacket.

In order to increase the attractiveness of my overly obedient clothes, and to avoid being inferior to Mike’s sensual police uniform, I took off my coat to show off my lean and graceful upper body muscles.

With the omnipotent jeans, when the stage lights hit my skin, it suddenly became brighter.Along with the rhythm of the background music, I threw my coat on the ground not far away.

Although the red-haired race was always cast aside and killed by people in the Middle Ages because of various religious legends, such as the so-called escape from hell, the hair was dyed the color of the flames of hell.But in this day and age, there are always people who are fascinated by their pale skin lacking melanin and their ginger hair flaming in the light.

Mike and I followed the order of rehearsal, and you came and went to show off your dancing skills.Mike, the golden sign of the dance company, has almost no dances that he can't learn, and he is proficient in everything.And the opening show of the dance fight he and I partnered with has become a must-have show for the dance troupe's dance fight night two years later.

At the end of the nearly 10-minute opening show, as Mike finished a dance move, I backed up again and again as if I was defeated, and fell to the ground.Then Mike and the male dancers who had been cheering around just now matched a few fighting dance moves, and made a few artistic lifts behind him, allowing them to make a few wonderful leaps with their strength.

Finally Mike walked slowly in front of me, looking down at me haughtily, his army boots stepping on my hand trying to reach the baton on the floor.My hands were locked behind him, and I was pulled up from the ground.Then he uncuffed the handcuffs from his waist, handcuffed them on my hands, and left the stage with my dejected head pressed down.

"Mike Mike Mike!!!" Finally, after the dance music faded out, the audience who couldn't hold their breath during the period screamed.

"Brian! Brian!!! You are the best!!!" The voices called our two names one after another, followed by a group dance of some other dancers, as the show closed.

The deafening screams of the girls and the atmosphere of excitement and jubilation made the whole club boil.Tonight's dance show officially started.

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After two hours of work, I broke out in a sweat.Walking out of the hot and busy backstage, the cool night air quickly cooled my sweat after dancing.

Mike held the black suitcase of the stage props, which contained his stage costumes, and I wore his police cap crookedly and held my coat in the crook of my arm.

"The boss recently said that he will give you a raise again, do you know?" Mike's air pressure was a little low, he opened the door and threw the black suitcase back into the back seat, closed the back door forcefully, and sat back in the driver's seat to start the car. car.

I shrugged indifferently and stuffed the clothes in my hands into the trunk, and took out my regular clothes that were on Mike's car before, opened the back door and jumped into the back seat.

"Even so, I can't change my mind. Doesn't he know I'm leaving for college? I thought you told him." The jeans and the crooked police cap fell on the ground, and I didn't bother to pay attention, and then took off the only pair of underwear left on my body that was wet and uncomfortable with sweat.

Mike's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and he smiled at me without embarrassment.

I've been with Chippendale Dance Company for almost two years, ever since Mike brought me into the fight scene.At that time, the god of fate finally favored me once. I met Mike and successfully qualified for the Chippendale dance show, saving a lot of time.

I had planned that it would take longer to get the job.

That time, Mike persuaded the owner of the dance troupe to let me try on stage in the name of letting me be his opponent in the dance.And I seized this opportunity without hesitation and showed all I have learned over the years.

In the end, my strength and self-recommendation after stepping down impressed the dance troupe boss.Mike as my partner started to familiarize me with the work.

I was a worry-free intern, and Mike really had nothing to teach, so we ended up becoming friends.Mike is by far the only friend I've had since becoming Brian Moss.

Mike has been with the Chippendale Dance Company for five years, and what makes me wonder is that no matter how I try, I can't learn from him or from his mouth what his life was five years ago.It's as if he just came out of nowhere.

He can easily grasp the key points of women's psychology. Of course, what I said is directional. He seems to only know the mature women well.So the content of my chat with him will always involve various women.We have a tacit understanding and never talk about our previous lives. The meaning of friendship between gentlemen is as light as water is very in line with my requirements for friends.

"Mike," I said while putting on short sleeves and comfortable cotton trousers, "I've already planned to resign with the boss in advance, and I'm going to officially leave the job a week later."

Mike had already changed his clothes, he started the car's engine, and the hand that was about to shift the gear was paused because of my question.He paused before saying, "Isn't it still a month before the school starts? You know that Palo Alto is close to San Francisco, and there are many commercial dance companies there. If you need it, I know one of the dancers that is doing well." The boss of the group..."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, waved my hand and said, "No, I'm thinking about other ways to make money. It's hard to arrange my own time when working in the dance troupe, especially this year, the development of the dance troupe is getting better and better. For We rehearse according to the various requirements of our clients, and we often work overtime. Although every order is followed, the pay is good. But I have saved some savings in the past two years, so I don’t think about spending every day in the first year of college. The work schedule is so full."

Mike glanced at me in the rearview mirror, and something seemed to flash in his eyes, too fast for me to catch.

In fact, I don't have any dissatisfaction with this job, and the reason for resigning is naturally not because I was admitted to university.If I really wanted to continue working as a professional dancer on the side, Mike's proposal would work.I have other reasons.But resigning because you want to focus on your studies is a good excuse, no one can say anything wrong with me.

Everything was well planned by me.

Let me end the regrettable study plan in my previous life.I succeeded in getting admitted to Stanford University, which is famous for its psychology, relying on the knowledge that I have learned a long time ago and have not forgotten.

Have a successful savings plan.Now my savings, together with the scholarship I successfully applied for from the university, can already cover the expenses of my first two academic years at the university.

Dexter's observation experiment, in a way, went well.

Although things were a bit out of control, the obsession with Dexter that Brian left in my heart prevented me from judging more about what this younger brother did.

The cage in Dexter's heart was still too fragile.Because of the death of his adoptive mother, he could no longer contain the bloodthirsty beast.His first move was to avenge his adoptive mother.

Sergeant Harry, who doted on him very much and was selfish, did not report his adopted son.He even taught Dexter how to hide his traces and how to destroy evidence.

Sergeant Harry was originally an experienced policeman. His careful guidance after retirement allowed Dexter to learn how to eliminate evidence and blend into the crowd.

Although I don't agree with his decision to give up treatment for Dexter's psychological shadow, I also know that the crux of Dexter's heart is indeed something that Sheriff Harry cannot cure.The real key has always been in Brian's hands.

So, I can only blame myself for my academic incompetence.Now that even my own mental state is in a mess, how can I help Dexter.And I was also selfishly afraid that contacting Dexter in advance would cause Brian's personality, which I had been suppressing, to backfire.

The only thing that gave me some psychological comfort was the existence of Harry.The commandment given to Dexter by Sheriff Harry added a new shackle to Dexter's inner cage, allowing him to temporarily suppress the terrifying monster back.So I don't have to worry about it until Harry dies.

There was silence in the car, and I stopped thinking and looked out the window. "Are you driving towards where I live?" I found out that this road was not the road back to the rehearsal room of the dance troupe, so I asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's already that late. I'll return those two sets of clothes tomorrow and take you home first." Mike said, staring at the road and waving his hands back.