Just three days after the contract was signed, Abed's studio had scheduled all the crews who would be involved in the shoot. So before Dillon could hear back from his friends, I turned around in a blink of an eye and leaned in without fear of death.
After all, it is a formal job with a contract, and there are so many staff working together, such as lighting engineers and makeup artists, and various assistants. I don't think Abed would choose to do it at such a time, even if he had killed the red-haired model and wanted to continue to kill the next target.
Because in Abid's design concept, the background of this hard shot is outdoors, and it must be a place with plenty of natural light and clear lake water. So the final shooting location was set in Yosemite Falls, California, which is ranked sixth in the world with the highest drop of mountains and flowing water.
In order to avoid the endless crowd of tourists, all the photographers, including Abid, climbed the mountain road for several hours to the uppermost part of the waterfall, which is the position on the rock cliff. Equipment and sets of cosmetics, as well as fishtails and hair accessories that can't stand the bumps and shakes.
Arrived at the foot of the mountain at 9:00 in the morning, and then began to climb the mountain without a break. It was already 2:00 in the afternoon after the three poles of the sun when we arrived at the pre-researched shooting location. However, I couldn't start filming right away, except that the film crew had to prepare equipment and set up reflectors, because according to Abid's request, I had to wash the sweat and dirt off my body with the snow water that could freeze people to death.
When I finally suppressed the shivering movement I couldn't help but sat on the chair and waited for the makeup artist to apply my makeup, I looked at the color of my lips in the mirror, and it was as white as a dead person. As I let the makeup artist smear my face, out of the corner of my eye, I surveyed Abid who was making the final adjustments to the fishtail suit.
At this point, the makeup on her face was almost finished, and the hair stylist had begun to take out the hair piece I had suspected before from the box that Abed handed to her, and prepared to give it to me. hair straightened and attached.
Strangely, I thought that Abid would pay extra attention to the situation here at this time, and according to my current state, because I didn't get enough rest in the morning and spent too much energy on the road, and It looks particularly weak, and it should be more able to arouse Abed's sadism.
But Abid, who was engrossed in his work, didn't give any extra attention to discovering my state! This is a clear deviation from my previous psychological profile of a paranoid murderer.
If he really killed the previous red-haired male model, not to mention that the souvenirs of his last victim were displayed in public, just looking at my current state, even if I don't show obvious excitement, I don't care. Shouldn't have noticed it 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 too far-fetched. No matter how I looked at it, I felt that the only male model that was missed in Dillon's comprehensive information was the male model who happened to be smashed by him and had the same physical characteristics as me. He should have something to do with him.
After I finished putting on makeup, I put on the fishtail sleeve that completely restricted my own movement. After barely drinking a cup of hot coffee to warm up, I was picked up from the chair by Abid and put it in like a dolphin. in the stream. The stream at the source of the waterfall is only as deep as my chest in the deepest place. Except for the slightly turbulent water, the safety is still guaranteed.
For the rest of the afternoon, until the sunset sun was over, no one in the entire photography team was free, and they were all busy shooting. So naturally nothing happened as Dillon feared.
The only thing that made me feel hard was the shooting intensity. According to the requirements of Abed, a paranoid perfectionist, the model's swimming posture in the water should be kept perfect, and the lighting should be perfect for the photo and not all post-production adjustments. As a result, in order to adjust the reflector, the gaffer has to constantly change the shooting angle, and I have to stay there for a long time in one pose.
The most painful time is when the sun is at its most beautiful. I was so tossed by the action of raising the fish tail in the water that my waist and legs were sore, and I almost got cramps in the end. The whole person has to immerse in the icy water that is no different from snow water, and then gracefully leap out of the stream. Then there was a series of them, leaning on rocks against the cold wind, as depicted in fairy tales.
So by the end of the whole day of filming, I started to runny nose and dizziness because of the constant cold and sneezing. It's not that my physique is too bad, but that the physical fatigue of this day is beyond the tolerance limit of too many ordinary people.
Also, my observational analysis of Abid doesn't show any tangible progress. Because Abid's performance today was far from what I expected. He looks more like the kind of person who is too indulging in work, because the pursuit of beauty is too harsh to the extreme, which makes him appear strange and nervous, but he is not the type who will kill by any means.
A day after filming, we were back in Los Angeles. While wringing my nose in the hotel, I told Dillon my suspicions that Abed did not kill. 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." He instead talked about the previous investigation, "It's not even just long red hair, it's just red hair or physical appearance. Similar ones were compared. We ruled out his use of a pseudonym while modeling and changing his hair color and appearance."
"The result?" I asked curiously. The friends in Dillon's mouth are actually his comrades who have been discharged from the army and switched to various public jobs and private bodyguard companies, so the accuracy and well-informedness of the information need not be questioned.
"There have been no missing reports of anyone matching his physical appearance and stature," Dillon replied, frowning and shaking his head.
"Maybe I just guessed wrong, he didn't disappear and just didn't continue to be active in the modeling industry?" I shrugged and said, "And we're just over-stressed? Being with Abid at work, and observing his usual The performance is not at all like the psychological profile of an ordinary murderer.”
"No, he is indeed missing." Who knew that Dillon quickly denied my guess with great certainty. "Looking at the CCTV footage from the building where Abed's studio is located, the male model did work with Abed. He was last seen at Abed's studio two months ago and a week later on all his social media Accounts are no longer updated."
"You also got the surveillance video of that building?!" In this paragraph of his words, the first point I caught was nothing else, but the basic issues for normal people. I widened my eyes and said in alarm, "Generally speaking, this is illegal, right? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with it?"
The expression on Dillon's face instantly stiffened. Obviously, when he was investigating these things, he never thought about whether it would be illegal. Perhaps it was because most of their actions in the army in the past had some gray highest authority and priority, so they naturally avoided those regulations.
"I got it from a friend who works in the company responsible for the security system of that building. He gave it without saying a word... There should be no problem..." Dillon's tone was uncertain for the first time.
Then he bounced his head to my forehead, his expression became serious again and said to me: "This is not the point, the point is that the model is indeed missing! It's just that he doesn't seem to have anyone close to him, so no one found him. You should not let your guard down so easily, knowing that your psychological analysis is not necessarily completely accurate, and everything must be factual.”
"Oh, come on. You are beginning to doubt my professional skills, just like a scholar meets a soldier." I rolled his eyes at him in dissatisfaction, "Then the current situation is that although I know the model's Name, and also know the news that he really disappeared, but that's all, isn't it?"
"This is the most detailed information I can get without actually breaking the law." Dillon looked at me helplessly, shook his head, and explained.
"If you want to further check the background and family members of the male model based on that name, as well as consumption records and call records, you have to enter the police station's internal database. 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 others at will."
"But I dare say that there are not a few police officers who do this secretly from ancient times to the present, to investigate the whereabouts of his wife and so on." I complained without hesitation as soon as he finished speaking, "But I know you just don't want to. Make it difficult for your friend, right. Well, no more explaining. I'll be at Abed's house in a couple of days and model Sophie Adam, and I'll try to catch him then."
"Are you sure?" Dillon showed a dead face again, "This time it's different from the job you signed a contract with. You went out to shoot with many other crew members, but this time you went to his house. You are alone."
"The clues are a mess right now. You told me to stop and get out now, just to make me tangled and distressed and die." I spread my hands and looked innocent, "If I really don't come back, remember to tell Dean. Kirst, if he really wants to break his ring because no one is looking at him."
"The first ones were Abed and Sophia." Almost in unison, Dillon and I said tacitly at the same time. Then there was an unrecognizable smile on his mouth, "And he will get my assistance, don't worry, your brother won't be caught."
It was just a joke, no one thought it would come true.