cry of a butterfly

"Yesenin said in the letter that when she had doubts about your behavior, she did some investigations, and found that all the doctors who had contact with you in the mental hospital at that time died strangely, including the dean of the Deer Tree Nursing Home, those people It seems that they all died of accidents, and even the police are helpless. But Yesenin thinks these accidents are too coincidental, almost like carefully compiled lies-her suspicion is not wrong, I think you are very evil at first sight."

"You thought I was very beautiful at first glance." Facing the accusation, Compo shrugged his shoulders very easily, with a disapproving smile on the bottom of his brown eyes and red lips, "I never advocated murder, it was too primitive, and There is no beauty. Maybe those people are just wrong, God gave them the opportunity to follow the light, but they choose to do the opposite."

"Yesenin also said in the letter that she didn't blame you for seducing Ye Yin, but you actually used hypnosis to induce Ye Yin's second personality. You turned that poor girl from a perfect top student into a cold and cruel girl. And full of hostility towards her own mother, and what's worse, she herself is completely unaware of this change."

"This is a misunderstanding," Compo still shook his head and said with a slight smile, "a person's brain presents such an intricate tree structure that even the deepest level of hypnosis can never go against one's will. It can only awaken the long-suppressed Subconscious, rather than forcing an idea that doesn't exist." He took out the cigar and put it in his mouth, and then took out the match.A faint flame rose up, and the lit cigar was held between his fingers. He was not in a hurry to extinguish the match, but instead lowered his eyes to stare at the twilight, "Ye Yin thought about murdering her when she was very young." Against her mother, that's why Yesenin died in the end."

Glancing at the rising flames, he hurriedly moved his eyes away. Rosseler put on a serious face and continued, "You are indeed easy to learn and smart, and you can induce deep hypnosis in a very short period of time. Just like the ignited match in your hand, the flame unexpectedly fixes the eyeballs of the person, allowing you to use the flickering light to fatigue the eyes of the hypnotized person."

"Hypnotists who use the 'fixed gaze method' often fail to catch fire." Compo shook his hand and extinguished the match, turned to face the other party, and suddenly smiled after a while, "I am a little puzzled, since you have always wanted to Why was Yesenin’s last letter never shown to the police when I was brought to justice?”

"That letter..." The old man was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes to avoid the other party's gaze, shook his head and sighed, "I burned it..."

"Most of the time, the effect of hypnosis will disappear as soon as you wake up," Compa leaned forward, shortening the distance between himself and Rosselle.His smile became vague and ambiguous, and his voice seemed deep and slow, "But sometimes it lasts for years, or even decades..."

"You want to say that you hypnotized me?" the old man yelled in disbelief. "When? How is it possible!"

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The hostess of the house came back soon, and Rosseler was surprised to find that Compo pretended not to speak in front of his wife Yesenin.

The middle-aged policeman was full of doubts, watching him communicate with the woman with a pen and paper, and suddenly saw him turn his face towards him - this beautiful young man blinked mischievously, and mouthed: our secret.

Mr. Detective, who was in trouble, stayed at his friend's house, and Yesenin gave him hypnotherapy.She told him that because he is a policeman, his subconscious mind is more vigilant and self-protective than ordinary people, so he can only reach the state between moderate hypnosis and deep hypnosis.

Every time Compa treats, he watches from the sidelines.He leaned on the sofa with his chin propped up, watching his wife's expressions and gestures without blinking; he listened to the language she spoke verbatim, like a serious and studious student.

After repeated several times, Rosseler's depressive symptoms were indeed greatly relieved.Every time he wakes up, he feels relaxed, as if he is in the clouds.This man, who was almost destroyed by pressure from all sides, gradually regained the long-awaited peace of mind, and a smile appeared on his resolute face with frowning brows.

The only, remaining problem was that he still couldn't get an erection.

For this reason, his friend advised him to find a professional sex therapist.He tried, not only with a sex therapist, but also with young, beautiful prostitutes.

But no matter how beautiful his face was, no matter how sexy his body was, no matter how those whores tried their best to curry favor with his genitals, he still couldn't get an erection.

When Yesenin was away, Rosseler had to share a room with her friend's remarried husband.During this short time together, he knew that this young man had a slight anorexia, was fond of red wine and very strong cigars, and had an extraordinary love for lily of the valley...

There was plenty of sunlight outside the window, and the young man was still lying on the bed and smoking a cigar.The misty eyes in the smoke looked at the man in front of the bed, and he asked, "You are a policeman... right?"

Rosselle nodded, and his eyes fell on the young man in front of him. His silk pajamas were half-opened and loosely put on his thin shoulders.Mr. Detective avoided his eyes unnaturally, coughed dryly and said, "I promised Yesenin, I will take you to the shooting range today."

"I want you to help me find someone... can you?"

"To whom? If you have information about that person, it's not a problem."

"Information..." Breathing out a puff of smoke, he raised his jaw and made an expression trying to remember, "He has black hair and a pair of very beautiful black eyes... he should be sixteen or seventeen years old now, and he is still reading middle school..."

"You should explain it in more detail. If there are only these, it will be difficult to find him in the vast crowd—"

"Forget it, forget about him...Maybe I should wait for him to grow up..." Covering his eyes with the back of his raised hand, Compo vetoed his own thoughts.Seemingly torn apart by the great pain, he couldn't help shaking his head, "Maybe I shouldn't have gone to him at all...Maybe he's already become such a mess, it's not worth my whole life for him..."

He acted as his shooting instructor, teaching him how to use various firearms.

The young man's comprehension is surprisingly high, and he can quickly master all the essentials of shooting, and the results on the target are astonishing.

Rosseler approached Compo from behind, helped his elbows and shoulders, and patiently adjusted his shooting posture—the two of them were very close, and he saw a section of his neck skin exposed from the collar of his shirt, which was as white as a glacier Ordinary; the extremely beautiful long light brown hair was casually tied behind his head, and a faint scent mixed with the smell of tobacco rushed into his nose.

"One more month of training, oh no, two weeks, and you will be able to participate in professional competitions!" Rosselle praised Compo's talent without hesitation, but suddenly stopped when he turned his face.Unable to explain it himself, he stretched out his hand and lightly stroked the light brown hair on the side of his cheek, and said with a dazed expression, "I think you should cut your long hair. If you don't see your height, but only see you face, people will think you are a girl."

"Leave you to me for the rest of the time." Taking the cane from the other party, the young man looked at the other party with slightly raised lips. "You taught me how to shoot, and I decided to return the gift to you."

The two men first went to a hypnotic praise in the theater.Under the suggestion of the hypnotist, a girl under hypnotism first took an onion as an apple and chewed it with relish; then put her hands on the flame of a candle, she did not feel hot, nor was she afraid. burn.

The audience exclaimed endlessly, some said it was too amazing, and some questioned that the men and women on stage were acting.

Seeing the young man beside him staring intently at the stage with a look of interest, Mr. Detective shook his head and said, "This is fake."

Compa turned his face around and looked straight at the other party.The light-colored eyeballs seem to be temporarily frozen, as if they will flow with his eyes at any time.

"When the man held the candle in front of the girl, the girl suddenly frowned. Although this reaction was fleeting and difficult to detect, it was a human instinct, just like always closing your eyes when you encounter a sudden strong light. She's afraid, she hasn't fully entered the hypnotic state." The man's self-confidence was greatly encouraged by the thirsty eyes, and he couldn't help saying boastfully, "I can tell you about the cases I solved before when I have time , you will know how to judge a person’s motivation and grasp a person’s psychological clues by relying on body movements and instant expressions. You will become so blind that nothing can be hidden from your eyes.”

"This sounds very interesting." The young man turned his eyes back to the stage, and smiled softly as if boasting, "We will become omnipotent heroes."

The exaggeration was very effective, and the policeman, who had been depressed for a long time, suddenly felt an unprecedented boost of confidence.After the performance, Rosselle hurried to the backstage and gave the man who claimed to be the "Master of Hypnotism" a hard lesson, making him swear that he would never dare to cheat like this again.

Dusk surrounds the city, and fog surrounds the dusk.A middle-aged man followed a lame young man through the serpentine streets, and finally stopped in front of an underground club.

It's empty, dirty and dilapidated, it's not a place where upper-class people hang out.There are almost no eye-catching beautiful women in the club. The young girls all look green and dry, and some older ones are wearing heavy makeup and showing off their heads.Rosselle was quite surprised to find that this young man was very familiar with the prostitutes here.

In a dark room lit only by candles, Rosselle saw a very ugly black prostitute.Half of the face seemed to have been splashed with boiling oil, one eye was blind, and the corner of the mouth on the same side was turned out strangely.Although this woman had huge round breasts, a slender waist, and long, muscular legs, in the eyes of Mr. Detective, she was still disgustingly ugly.

Compo seemed to think she was very beautiful.

This man has an insight into beauty that is completely beyond the comprehension of the world. It is inherently weird and absurd.

The young man knelt down at the feet of a black woman who was not too young, grabbed her finger and put it on his lips to kiss her, then raised his pale face to her.

The black prostitute also bowed his face, and the two kissed.

Rosseler was taken aback, and immediately felt uncomfortable—as if seeing the most handsome prince in the world kissing a rotten cow.

"She will be happy when others give her money, but when those people are as poor as she is, she will serve them for free." The young man had already stood up, pointed at the ugly black prostitute, and stared at The man at the side smiled teasingly, "She is a kind woman, and she does a great job."

The black prostitute got up from the sofa, exchanged places with Compo knowingly, and walked to Rosselle.

Kneeling down, he quickly unbuttoned the pants of the man in front of him.Thin warm fingers took hold of the limp cock as she began to suck him.

A strong sense of disgust rose up in this man's body, but it disappeared with the other man's words.

"If you don't think she's beautiful enough, you don't have to look down at her," the young man embeds himself on the sofa at will, giving advice to the other party in a very sincere and serious tone, "You can look at me."

Rosselle raised her head irresistibly, letting her gaze point to that extremely beautiful man's face, pointing to his loose hair, light-colored eyes and red lips like petals...

"Relax," Compo lit the cigar he was biting in his mouth, and then slowly puffed out the mellow smoke, and said with a smile, "Your penis is like a curved spoon handle, and your expression is like a meditative Plato."

The woman did a really good job, and the man threw his head back and moaned, finally getting an erection.

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Rosseler still can't explain why he got rid of the mid-life crisis forever after that day, and soon became a criminal psychologist who made criminals fear.

Even he couldn't explain what ulterior motives he had in burning Yesenin's letter testifying against Compo.

The old man suddenly felt a headache attack, his hands and feet trembled violently, and the whole room was spinning.

"I should go." Compo got up to say goodbye, leaned on his cane in one hand, picked up the letter of recommendation on the table in the other, and said with a smile, "If I don't leave, you will die suddenly due to high blood pressure." He walked with a limp With dance-like steps, he bid farewell to the other party without looking back, "It's the same sentence, I told you at Yesenin's funeral, 'Be an omnipotent hero, we will never meet again. '"

"You should burn this letter in your hand, just like I burned Yesenin's letter back then!" Rosseler slumped on the chair and shouted at the leaving figure, " That lovely young man will wear out his energy and shine in the boring computer data sets. He will gradually sink into mediocrity, and stop holding on to your case and aggressively trying to find out the truth."

"But that's not what I want." He stopped in front of the door.

"Then you should know that there will always be a day when he will stand in front of you and pierce your heart with a bullet." The old man panted heavily and said emphatically, "You knew there would be such a day."

The corners of his lips raised gently, and the man who walked out the door smiled and said, "If there is such a day, I will say 'thank you' to him."