"Bryan Moss, now 18 years old, has symptoms of rebellion personality disorder. He was sent back again in January after being cured and discharged from the hospital three years ago. The cause is self-perceived disorder. This time I hope that after confirming his condition, everyone will do decision."
In the serious conference room sat some well-dressed psychologists, all of them holding the file named Brian Moss. The file has a pale-skinned youth, ginger curly hair, and a calm and serene expression on his face.
"This time we spent two years to complete the personality reconstruction, and one year to confirm the treatment results. He passed the psychological test, deep hypnosis, or the community integration experiment. The experiment shows that his ability to integrate into society is now completely equivalent. For a normal person, he actually started to teach himself psychology, and we have reason to believe that he can control himself..."
"Three years ago, Brian Moss was deported for another illness, but since he came back, he has been very cooperative with the follow-up treatment, and it even makes people feel that the illness was just an accident. After all, he came here when he was four years old, It took 11 years to return to the population, and it is possible that the cognitive shock caused the disease at a time."
"In that case," the person sitting in the first place picked up the seal at hand and placed it under the document in his hand, "Brian Morse approved to be discharged from the hospital."
This is the case in mental hospitals. It is easy to send people in, but few of them can get out. After three years, Brian Moss was discharged from the hospital again, and the nurses and aunts in the hospital still celebrated. After all, in the depressed mental hospital, Brian, who loves to laugh and chat, is their sweetheart.
I am Brian Moss, but at the same time I am me, the inspirational young man who died at the hands of a lunatic on November 3, 2014. Today, the day I was discharged from the hospital was August 31, 2008.
On November 3, 2005, my consciousness awakened in this young man named Brian Moss. Bryan Moss had just been approved for discharge at the time, and the arrival of my consciousness disrupted my already chaotic self-perception, and I was sent back to this mental institution by the local hospital.
Contrary to what the experts thought, it only took me two days to rebuild my self-perception. I'm still me, except that I have the memory of a man named Brian Moss, and of course, I also occupied his body.
Twenty-three years as my own memory is very trivial but detailed, because of this powerful self-knowledge, I am very lucky not to be disturbed by the memory of Brian Moss and lose my personality.
After all, I changed from a yellow race to a white race at that time, and it was still a red-haired race that only accounted for 2% of the world's population, which had a considerable impact on me. If I could look through the psychiatrist's medical records, I would have found that for two days, I liked to stand in front of the mirror in the toilet for no reason, just looking at myself.
Brian Morse was admitted to a mental hospital at the age of four. In 1994, four-year-old Brian was found at the scene of a homicide with his younger brother, a year younger, by the Miami local police department.
They had been sitting in that hellish pool of blood for two days and three nights before the police found them, and the victim was their biological mother. Bryan and his younger brother witnessed how the gangsters chopped up their mother's body with a chainsaw, blood spattering everywhere and nothing but scarlet.
Brian's brother Dexter, a year younger than him, was adopted by Harry Morgan, the first police officer who found them, and Brian was sent to the mental hospital because he was diagnosed with a rebellious personality disorder when he was old enough to remember.
Brian's memory clearly remembered the scene of Dexter being carried away. So right after he was cleared to leave the hospital, he set out to investigate his younger brother, Dexter.
He is eager to meet his brother, only to find that Dexter seems to have no memory of him, and his always-steady belief collapses. Brian's personality was built on the belief that he wanted to see his relatives, so his mental state was on the verge of collapse again.
So, here I am.
If I say, Brian is in too much of a hurry. If he keeps looking, he'll see what he wants. Because of Brian's obsession, I continued his investigation of Dexter for the past three years.
Even if Dexter was adopted by Harry Morgan and grew up in a complete family, the scene he saw with his own eyes when he was three years old, although he can't recall it completely, still exists deeply in his subconscious. So, in fact, Dexter and Brian are very similar.
They are all potential criminals. It is said that poor people must have something to hate. Many criminals have committed crimes against other innocent people because they have been victims and have not received timely and correct psychological counseling to vent their dissatisfaction.
Brian clearly remembered the scene when his mother was dismembered, so he actually longed for the separated flesh and blood. Even when he grew up and tried his best to disguise himself in front of those psychiatrists, this desire often turned into a fantasy that existed in Brian's memory for me.
Dexter only remembered the blood red in his memory, but he still couldn't hold back the thirst for blood, like the thirst for the memory of the past. In my investigation of Dexter, it has been found more than once or twice that his neighbor's pet dog has gone missing.
I wonder if Dexter has started to attack people today? How would his responsible adoptive father, Sheriff Harry, treat an adopted son with a murderous desire.
I'm not like Brian, I'm sober, morbidly sober. I will not attack innocent people because of bloodthirsty and tyranny in my subconscious mind. I can control myself very well, just like I controlled the madman psychologically.
Before, I was not a sociopath. So after becoming Brian Moss, I also believe that I will have a way to control myself.
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The sunshine today is very good. After I was discharged from the hospital, I went to the bungalow assigned by the community and placed all my belongings, including a few ID documents, two books from a psychiatrist, a few pairs of changing underwear and a few pairs of socks, a backpack can easily keep in. Then I bought a newspaper and found a job recruitment page with a clear purpose.
The good thing about being an orphan is that you have the ability to support yourself.
I was wearing my only set of clothes other than the hospital gown, white short-sleeved light blue jeans and black Tom shoes, as simple and clean as an ordinary student living in an ivory tower.
According to the information on the job recruitment page in the newspaper, I came to a coffee shop closest to my residence and took a part-time job as a barista. The work is simple and easy, and the salary is not too low. Thanks to my struggles in my past life, I have mastered the life skills enough to support my expenses.
An afternoon of familiar work, the next day to work officially.
But even the social security subsidy and the money from this part-time job have only just covered my living expenses. The money will not allow me to restart my studies.
From blue-collar to white-collar, what separates them is the education and knowledge. And if you want to earn enough for a series of expenses such as book fees, exam registration fees, and even college tuition, it is not enough to just work as a simple waiter.
Maybe some commercial dance company needs a skilled jazz dancer
As early as a year ago, I began to plan the direction of my work after I came out. I'd better do my old job. Although I'm a little tired, I have practiced jazz dance to a professional level as a hobby, which can still bring me a more generous income than ordinary part-time jobs.
To this end, I also do a lot of recovery training on weekdays. But even if I had the right muscles back on my body and made up for Brian's thin, bamboo-like appearance, his naturally innocent-looking face has always made me very embarrassed.
For Brian, this overly elegant face, with the curls that looked shaggy in the sun, and a smile with the corners of his mouth precisely angled, was his strongest disguise.
But for me, it is too difficult to find a formal job in a commercial dance company with such an appearance. Just talking about Brian's usual temperament, no one thought he would be a dancer. Not to mention that he still looks so immature now. It is estimated that the owner of the dance company will think that he is just a beginner in dance.
From Brian, I can't find the maturity that I once deceived many people. It was the dance style that he was used to, but it was completely changed in order to match the impression of Brian.
If the genre I used to focus on was dangerously sexy, the dance moves were full of explosiveness and urgency. Then when I became Brian, there was only one direction I worked towards, the pleasure of sin. In the original strong and unrestrained jazz dance movements, the movements that are more inclined to female jazz dancers have developed, which are feminine and provocative.
Innocent angel faces combined with sexy dancing poses create a sense of guilt from customers who watch, and this guilt will make them addicted to it. I can only use the facts to prove my ability to the dance troupe boss.
At eight o'clock in the evening, after the sky darkened, the coffee shop closed early. I walked up to Miami's famous bar street. Generally, only some waiter jobs are listed on the recruitment page, and the commercial dance company, which rarely recruits people, can only be discovered by yourself.
I walked into a bar that seemed to be very prosperous under the scrutiny of those men and women. According to my understanding of commercial dance companies, in addition to taking some jobs as backup dancers for stars, they also held various events on weekdays. Kinds of fighting dance show to accumulate popularity. They like to have the dancers hand out flyers here and solicit customers for their own group dance show at the club.
And the dance troupe I wanted to apply for had no plans to recruit people for the time being. Even so, I don't want to pass up this opportunity. I have seriously investigated several well-known commercial dance troupes in this city, and the one I liked is the one with the best development potential.
Even if they are not short of people, or they don't like to recruit people randomly, and only accept recommendations from acquaintances, I am sure to find another way to enter this dance group.
My eyes roamed the bar, passing the women watching the autumn light, and I saw two dancers on the dance floor who were dancing frantically.
A relatively more mature handsome man, handing out fliers in the surrounding onlookers. From the dim lights of the ballroom, the words on the flyer can be vaguely seen, Chippendale Professional Dance Troupe Fight Show is exactly my goal.
I wouldn't go up and join this dance performance, which is obviously to enhance the effectiveness of publicity. It's more like a provocation than a conversation. I just watched the leisurely man handing out flyers from a distance.
At this time, he happened to hand the flyer to the two girls.
The two girls were very shy in the face of men, and it was very easy to analyze the psychology of the two girls. It's their first time to be hot, and they fantasize about being accosted, but when they really meet such a dangerously sexy man, they will shrink back. The unfamiliarity of the environment also makes it more difficult for them to accept this kind of sales method.
I took a gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals, and walked towards the man who distributed the flyers and the two girls.
"I...we...we still have friends waiting for us, so...don't go..." I heard one of the girls push back in a low voice.
"Hey, my girls. Since you still have friends, why don't you let them all come and see? Don't worry, Chippendale is a professional dance company that has danced for many big stars. It's a regular life." I walked up to the man and put it on the man's shoulder under the surprised gaze, and said to the girls as if they were familiar friends.
For this type of girl, being too prescriptive can make them nervous, and I know it's more useful to tell them about the formal safety of the show than to compliment them on how good the show is. many. Because they have long been attracted by the charm of the man in front of them.
The man looked at me playfully, opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but was silent for a while. I know he wants to see how things develop.
I still took out a few flyers from the man's hand with that innocent smile on my face, "How many of you, take this first. Why don't you arrange some programs at night during such a lively holiday? You can go back and discuss with your friends, Deciding whether to go or not, okay?"
The two girls glanced at each other with blushing faces, Nuonuo answered and took the flyers from my hands. "There are nine of us... Let's talk to them first..." Having said that, these two lambs who seemed to have strayed into the wolf pack supported each other and hurried away.
The man's eyes fell on me again. "Nice job, boy, it's half the battle to get a flyer into their hands in that situation."
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Mike and I stood on the corner of the street and watched a line of more than ten meters long at the door opposite. There were men and women, all young men and women dressed in well-dressed. It is particularly eye-catching under the illumination of the lanterns.
Mike was the man who handed out the flyers. God seems to finally feel guilty, this man named Mike Tatum is not just an ordinary dancer at the Chippendale club. It can be said that Mike is a veteran of this commercial dance troupe, a golden brand.
Caught big fish.
"Brian, I don't know if you're just curious about the profession of a professional dancer, or if you're just looking for a place to vent your excess energy. But I want to tell me that this job is not as easy as it looks. I I promised to take you in and let you participate in our dance show this time. But if you lose my face, be careful I kick your ass." Mike said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Of course, I can count on this job to support myself." I blinked and said with a smile, "I think you are also worried that in addition to female jazz dancers in the dance group, you can't find high-quality male jazz dancers. Bar."
Mike turned his head to look at me with a half-smile and said, "You guessed right. It seems that you are very confident in your own strength."
I smiled and said nothing.
This is not random guesswork. When targeting Chippendale, I already knew a little bit about every dancer in their company. Two of the most practical species in commercial backup dancers, hip-pop dancers, are mostly male. Jazz dancers, on the other hand, have only women in their troupe.
This made them embarrassed to insert a Hip-Pop dancer who was completely out of tune with the jazz dancers when they received some female singers wanting to cooperate with male dancers.
Originally, I just planned to make friends with a Chippendale dancer who distributes flyers, and then gradually induce him to recommend the owner of the dance company to get a job opportunity. And now, if I can show overwhelming strength in this intra-group dance, it will be the most convincing self-recommendation.