When the mass entertainment industry and the fashion industry did not pay attention, some videos made and uploaded by young people on the video website YouTube are rapidly becoming popular. Most of these videos are about beauty and fashion teaching, or they are self-made hilarious prank short films.
Once there are tens of thousands of main followers of the YouTube channel, the editor in charge of the YouTube channel will send a background message, inviting them to join the YouTube channel and sign a contract with the YouTube company. After signing the contract, the channel owner will get a share based on the click-through rate of the uploaded video. There are many channel owners with millions of followers who have even made YouTube video shooting their official job.
Channel owners on YouTube will also be divided into different types of channels based on the topics of the videos they upload. There are female channel owners of beauty and fashion, male channel owners of game commentary, pure travel video diary channel owners, and channel owners of original music or cover songs.
Among them, the easiest and easiest to gain popularity is the YouTube channel opened by those good-looking little fresh meat.
The videos they upload usually either record the events of the day and edit them into videos of less than ten minutes, or they develop a popular video theme on YouTube and shoot them.
These themes are usually of the type that show their sense of humor, such as extracting questions from fans in the comments and giving funny and personal answers, some hilarious little challenges, marshmallow challenges, one truth and two lies, etc. It's very simple, anyone can do it, but people are naturally more willing to pay attention to some eye-catching and humorous little fresh meat channel owners.
In addition, the meet-and-greet activities organized by YouTube and some partner companies or groups often have more than a few thousand people participating. Fans just want to sign a photo with famous channel owners on YouTube. There are no other special events, not unlike a small book signing.
So, I plan to create a YouTube channel by myself, shoot some of my daily life into a photography diary, and upload it once a week. It won't take me too much time, but it can guarantee the frequency of my appearance in the public eye. And the binding force of the contract will not be as high as that of the brokerage company of models and actors.
It not only satisfies young people who like to surf the Internet when they have nothing to do, spy on the daily life of celebrities, but also maintains the frequency of my face and name appearing in the eyes of fans.
Although the up-front investment is a bit high for me, such as the expenses of digital cameras and reflectors, it is also time-consuming when video editing is included. But if I can take advantage of America's Next Top Model to attract tens of thousands of followers on my YouTube homepage, and successfully sign a contract with YouTube, it will become an easy and time-free job.
For this purpose I bought a not too expensive digital camera for daily shooting.
On my way to the plane to San Francisco, I took my first selfie video with a camera. Take the camera here to take pictures, there to record. The journey was as leisurely as a trip, and I almost hypnotized myself to forget about Mike.
The so-called 'call me when you have a clue' business card that the detective left me at the time was thrown into the empty rented house. I don't think I'd want to have any contact with the FBI if I didn't have to.
In the FBI, where there are many capable people, I have been in a mental sanatorium for more than ten years. If I was locked in for that reason, I could basically be considered a potential criminal. If I can, I even hope that when I go to Stanford University, I can completely isolate my private life from the attention of the FBI.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I came out of the airport. Fortunately, the car rental company had already brought the car I rented in advance to the airport. Driving through Palo Alto, where Stanford University is located, can save me a lot of the hassle of changing cars.
I loaded my luggage into the car, turned on the GPS destination and directly selected the apartment I rented near the school. But within an hour, I parked the car downstairs in the rented apartment. This single studio with parking space is small but well-equipped with kitchen, toilet, bathroom and balcony.
I opened the door with the door key mailed to me by the landlord, and moved the luggage into the apartment one by one and was about to turn around and close the door, but I suddenly held my breath and froze.
A thin fishing line caught my neck at some point, and by the time I found it, it had tightened to the point where my skin felt sore.
"Hi, sweetheart Brian! Are you happy to see me high?" A familiar voice called from behind. Then there was a loud closing sound, "Bah".
I never thought I would capsize in the gutter so easily. He was simply hiding in the blind spot behind the door, and I was so nervous because of those damn FBI's pressing every step of the way, and then I came to a new city and suddenly relaxed and forgot I should check the house first. !
"Mai...or should I call you David Vincent?" I raised my hands to the sides of my head to show that I didn't mean to resist, and slowly straightened up and said.
"How about calling me Mike? My dear Brian just spoke on the phone not long ago, why is he so unfamiliar?" David's tone seemed to be the same man who used to run to my house for afternoon tea every afternoon, but my neck The tighter and tighter it even made me feel that the line was sunk into the flesh, but that's not what it told me.
"Mike, listen. I'm not being tracked or tapped by any FBI right now, and I'm not telling them anything about your whereabouts..." The pain in the neck made my head clear, and I found myself caught in a fishing line. The momentary panic and the killing intent in Brian's heart were also forcibly suppressed by me.
"Shh... Of course I know... Of course I know, Brian..." The fishing line pulled back hard on my neck and pulled out a deeper line of blood. In order not to have my throat cut like this, I could only follow David strength to let the body fall backwards.
I bumped into the arms of this man who was almost a head taller than me, and David even took advantage of the situation and wrapped the fishing line around my neck to make it easier for him to use force in a short distance.
His breath was close to my ear, and the sound of vigorous breathing caused by the excitement of the senses sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't help shaking.
"You're not one of those pussies, you're still my good friend, not to mention that you have a soul as cold as mine! How could I just kill you like this?" David rubbed his nose at the hair behind my ear, and even rubbed his nose into the hair behind my ear. My earlobes are in my mouth.
disgusting... mike like this really makes me feel so disgusted...
This feeling of helplessness reminds me of the night I died. That damned perverted murderer did something similar, maybe everyone else is a pervert, and I'm a pervert
People are the knife and I am the fish, and I actually let myself return to this situation again! The feeling of self-loathing made my heart tighten, and Brian's bloodlust, which I had been forcibly suppressed, came back to my mind.
My hand firmly grasped David's arm that was pulling the fishing line, and my hand trembled uncontrollably, because I knew that my life was really so easily dragged into the other's hand, and I couldn't act rashly.
"So...what do you want, Mike?" I asked in a low, patient voice, trying to show him my obedience.
"I'm hungry, Brian. How about making me a late-night snack?" An unexpected question popped out of his mouth. I was stunned for a moment, and when the fishing line around my neck was about to tighten again, I hurriedly asked. Repeatedly agreed.
At this moment, I still have two loops of fishing line around my neck that might suffocate me to death.
"You don't plan to live here after you eat it, Mike." I asked casually while stirring the vegetables in the pot.
David, who was standing beside me holding the fishing line with one hand and put his hand in his pocket to watch me cook, gave me a meaningful look, and replied unexpectedly and logically, "Of course, it's possible that I know how to cook. Leaving a living Brian, under my control, secretly go to the police?"
I was choked, and the room was silent for a long time, except for the rustling sound of the vegetables being stir-fried.
"You think I'm going to cover up for you?" I poured the fried vegetables in the pot into the plate that David brought.
David shrugged and said innocently: "Of course, with your life in my hands, can you still call the police? And I sometimes think that having an extra assistant might be a good plan. If you want to learn how to hunt too, I'll teach you without hesitation, Brian." He smiled and winked at me.
What kind of assistant, what kind of hunting... Just a serial murderer who can't control his inner desires... How can I let myself follow my inner desires and fall into that kind of situation...
Obviously I'm not that kind of person.
I ate this supper without knowing the taste, the fishing line around my neck was untied by David, and I began to think about the way to escape. I regret it now, and regret that I avoided the FBI the day before. God knows David will come to me despite the danger of being caught.
There are countless ideas in my mind, but the success rate of any one is less than 30%.
"How did you know that I would live here and come here in advance?" After eating, I washed the dishes and asked the well-fed murderer sitting at the dining table behind me.
"Before the damn bastard was caught selling drugs, I went to your house to help you clean your mailbox. I found the key and detailed address mailed to you by your landlord. Of course, I did not hesitate to get a spare!" Wei's tone looked very happy.
Damn... No wonder I always felt that the envelope was so ragged and ragged that it had fallen into his hands. But now, apart from blaming himself for his carelessness, there is nothing else he can do.
Seeing that David seemed to have temporarily stopped thinking about killing me, I began to take the opportunity to try to return to the previous mode of getting along with him, and he was still pretending to be Mike in front of me. "Mike, since you want to stay at my house, I have to let you know that I came here to go to school, and you can't stop me from going to school. Otherwise, you might as well just kill me and throw my body here."
I said the last sentence in a tone that seemed indifferent, but my throat was dry and itchy. I touched my throat. The place where the fishing line was cut was not deep, and the bleeding had stopped, but the previous oozing still flowed down my neck.
David nodded indifferently, "Of course I'm going to let you go to school, motivated Brian. It's just that you'll have to be an accomplice with me until then. Stanford shouldn't start school until next week, isn't it? Is it?"
What he meant was that when my hands were as dirty as his, he would naturally not worry about me going to the police station to turn myself in. Well, of course I know David isn't stupid enough to just let me go to school.
"You don't have the same taste as mine, Mike! How can I have the pleasure of killing those women?" I tried to convince him with what I took for granted in his mind.
"Oh, it seems that I have wronged my little Brian." David looked at my fault and my fault, "then you will watch by my side and clean up the body together after the matter is over. Right. Now, how about putting this on as pajamas at home?"
I saw that he took out a white chiffon woman's nightdress from the backpack he was carrying and threw it on the table. The chest of the nightdress was stained with some blood, and it had turned dark at this time.
"This is your last victim's clothing?!" Before the feeling of being insulted came to my head, the disgusting words blurted out subconsciously.
I really don't know that he has a hobby of collecting victims' clothing in addition to collecting the ring finger bones of the victims.
"Heh..." David looked at my reaction with interest, "Of course. I saw the video you shot at that game, and it worked well. This is a quid pro quo for not letting you do it yourself, how about it? Just Just listen to me honestly at home."
You... pervert... This sentence circled around my mouth for several times, and I almost scolded it out. In the end I still didn't say it.
Because I didn't want him to feel like the other victims who fell into his hands and deepen his unrealistic desires. Thinking about the woman who died under his hands, this sentence can be said a lot.