Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Voyeur Theory

Voyeurism is fun. I think most of the things that break the law are very interesting. The things that the law prohibits everyone seem to have this quality, but these things often hurt others. But voyeurism is a wonderful crime that does no harm. If the other party feels nothing. Privacy is often brought up to talk about peeping and harming others, but the harm of being deprived of privacy will only be hurt when the person concerned discovers it; privacy is not like money, it will be less after it is stolen. Privacy is actually a constant value. Therefore, the voyeur has the responsibility to protect the person being voyeurized, so that the person being voyeured will never know that he has performed in front of another person all his life. In this way, privacy becomes a kind of sharing, and he will never be seen by anyone erosion.

So those guys who secretly filmed couples having sex in hotels, or secretly filmed ladies changing underwear in the dressing room, and then made them into CDs are really hateful. They sell other people's privacy without shame, and make those peeped nervous and ashamed. Those businessman thugs are the criminals who hurt people. If you think I'm making unreasonable words, I can't refute them sternly. After all, I don't want to show my privacy, or my private self, to anyone. If human beings are divided into two types, one is those who voyeurize others, and the other is those who are voyeurized, then I obviously want the former.

This is why I am still not married at the age of thirty-five. Marriage means that the body and spirit of the private self are destroyed, and a person is no longer complete from now on, and everything is distorted. I think that the result of no longer having dark corners to release energy is the cause of most domestic violence or derailment, and Lao Zhang is like this. On the day of the interview, Lao Zhang told me openly that he had a quirk since he was a child, that is, he liked to drink expired fresh milk. His habit has been distorted since he got married, because he felt so embarrassed that he even mentioned it to his wife. None of the courage.After holding back for a long time, one day the burly old Zhang finally couldn't restrain himself and beat his wife's nose into a steamed bun.

What is Lao Zhang's wife?She probably didn't mind Lao Zhang drinking expired milk at all. After the divorce, Lao Zhang still couldn't see through the fact that he needed to be alone, so in the next marriage, he just secretly hoarded expired milk under the bed to release his dark energy, but one day Lao Zhang's new wife found more than a dozen people under the bed. After throwing away bottles of expired milk, Lao Zhang went berserk again and knocked his new wife's jaw off. So Lao Zhang is alone now.He finally understood. "Mr. Landlord, you don't mind if I drink expired milk, ha." Lao Zhang laughed while eating.

"I don't mind. If my milk expires, I will keep it for you." I smiled. Since people need to be alone so much, and since they need privacy, I must respect my tenants. I will never sell the private behaviors I have peeped into CDs, nor will I steal them. I am obliged to help them keep their secrets, because these secrets do not belong to me in the first place. In this way, I can turn on the TV with peace of mind and see what these tenants are doing. "Hi." I sat in the living room on the first floor and greeted Mr. Wang who was about to send my daughter to the nursery. Mr. Wang nodded politely, opened the door and left with my daughter's schoolbag.

Mr. Wang is a quasi-terrorist on the verge of moral collapse, and only he and I know about this.Maybe before long, his daughter will know too. In the past half a month, I have been in front of the TV with Mr. Wang to put his daughter to bed, and then witnessed strange things happen.Under the quilt, Mr. Wang often stroked his daughter's thin long hair with one hand, took off his pants with the other, and picked up his dick. At first I couldn't believe it, so I zoomed in on the pinhole lens and saw that Mr. Wang's face was painful and hesitant, and his eyes staring at his daughter's delicate face were getting bigger and bigger. I don't know if he was in a moral struggle or about to cum up.

I thought, in my house lived a man whose humanity was struggling on the edge of a black hole, who was about to do something heinous. According to the ethics of voyeurism, I cannot call the police. I respect his secret. Then again, I am very interested in the process of Mr. Wang's degeneration into a beast. After all, this is not the most real side that can be understood by watching the series. I will sincerely stand in front of the TV to witness everything. After eating a simple breakfast at the dining table, I went upstairs to my room, turned on the TV, and watched Ms. Chen's embarrassment as she brushed her teeth and washed her face.

Ms. Chen combed her hair sleepily, while her tall and mighty boyfriend hugged her from behind, his firm penis playfully pressed against Ms. Chen's little ass, Ms. Chen laughed and cursed, and the man hugged Ms. Chen On the bed, ignoring Miss Chen's expression of begging for mercy by pointing at the clock, she simply made love hastily.After Ms. Chen reluctantly wiped her lower body with toilet paper, the man let go and took out a suit from the closet with a smile and put it on. The two hugged and kissed for a while before going out together. I really want to hear Ms. Chen's waking, but the pinhole camera doesn't have a microphone. Maybe I should upgrade someday.

Ms. Chen's secret is actually not her graceful figure and her alluring figure that can pose in almost all kinds of poses. I found out Ms. Chen's secret within a week, that is, she has two boyfriends, one tall and mighty, one He is a thin scholar. But Ms. Chen doesn't seem to regard this secret as a 100% secret. After all, she brought her two boyfriends in and out, and didn't deliberately cover it up in front of us. She probably expected us, the landlord and the tenants, to be grown-ups. Gobble your tongue in front of your two boyfriends. I switched the TV screen to the room of the dead-end college student.

The college student didn't sleep all night. He wore headphones and stared at the computer screen fighting and killing all night. Now of course he was asleep.He only goes out to school on Wednesday and Thursday, but he often skips class indifferently because of his day and night. Peeping at this college student during the day is not interesting at all, and it is not very interesting at night. He is either fighting with someone he doesn't know with a virtual machine gun, or he is masturbating.The room I rented to him was also arranged like a kennel, with instant noodles all over the floor and toilet paper wrapped in semen. The college student would clean it up only when it was really impossible to dodge the garbage on the floor.

So I switched the TV screen to the room of the two gay men. At this time, one had already gone out, and the other was sitting on the bed and lifting dumbbells for exercise. Those two homosexuals are normal beyond my expectation. They usually have sex like ordinary men and women, but their positions are slightly different. They didn't let me see the sexual skills that are too superb or both shit and shit. Besides, they often just hug Sleeping and kissing without doing anything, just like your average straight couple.It seems I'm right to be unbiased, and voyeurism can always learn something inadvertently. Of the two gay men, the older one is called Guo Li, who teaches physics at Tunghai University nearby, and the young guy is called Linghu Qiubai.I asked Linghu about the origin of his name, and he said it was because his father was a fan of Jin Yong's novels. The couple didn't always spend the night together, they each had their own home back home, which was just their cheap hotel, their love nest.It's just that Linghu spends more time, while Guo Li spends less time. I switched the camera to the young girl who lived downstairs. She was still sleeping. I looked at my watch. She would sleep for about one and a half to two hours. Ten thirty is the time when she wakes up most often. The young woman's name is Zhang Yingru, she is a full-time writer, I guess she must not be a very marketable writer, otherwise she wouldn't live here. Yingru often writes with a notebook computer in bed. There are several magazines and various books piled up on the coffee table next to the bed. She spends hours typing on the keyboard, only getting up to go to the toilet or make coffee, eat Order small biscuits, and will go out to eat something decent at dinner time, and sometimes come back with some snacks and new books and magazines in hand. After nine o'clock in the evening, Yingru stopped writing. She focused on reading books piled up like a hill. She often finished a book in two days, and would use colored pens to mark lines. I don't know if she really loves reading or must collect and write. Information, no matter what it is, I admire this reading habit.She is a girl with a simple life. So spying on Yingru is also a very boring thing. At most, I have learned various techniques for making coffee. I yawned and turned off the TV. Lao Zhang went out while everyone was still sound asleep. He wanted to take the school's small track and field team to the playground.If I switch the screen to his room at this time, I will see the monotonous furnishings and expired milk all over the floor. He was really liberated, completely. I know that Lao Zhang also has a hobby of voyeurism, but he never mentioned it to me, he only dared to mention the expired milk. Human nature. Lao Zhang's voyeurism is reflected in the surreptitious discs in the CD drive in his room and the high-magnification binoculars he keeps in the closet. Every day before Lao Zhang comes back from get off work to take a shower, he has to watch a candid CD, which contains everything, including exciting real candid and fake candid.After nightfall, Lao Zhang would open the windows, set up a telescope, and use the scientific spirit of studying the moon's surface to spy on nearby residents for sexual activities without closing the curtains. Yes, although Lao Zhang and I are quite speculative, they are still different after all. What I want to spy on is a variety of interesting self-performances, but Lao Zhang's voyeurism is advertised as pornographic long live, which is not to say that I am superior to Lao Zhang, but that the emphasis on interesting diversity is much less. I turned off the TV and lay in bed not knowing what to do. Maybe I should bring in a new batch of tenants every six months, or even every three months, leaving only the more interesting ones. I close my eyes and think of two movies about voyeurism. One is "Silver Prey". By peeping at the heroine's daily life, the hero understands the heroine's interests and behavior patterns very well. After that, the hero creates another image of himself, and arranges various coincidences to make the heroine fall in love with her involuntarily. he. Maybe I should imitate this outstanding young man and see if there is a chance to make love to Ms. Chen a few times, or let the innocent Yingru fall in love with me. Another movie is "The Truman Show". I have watched this classic movie several times. The hero in it is really pitiful, but his pitifulness is not that he unconsciously contributed his interesting life, but that he finally revealed the secret by himself and walked in front of the audience who already knew everything about his life.The most interesting thing about this movie is that the director in that movie single-handedly arranged Truman's life, house, car, wife, daily necessities, and dreams.It's so clever. I lay lazily on the bed, thinking about the lives of the tenants downstairs. In fact, everyone is really destined, living under the same roof is not a fate that can be said to live, maybe we will get along with each other for many years, except for that corrupt college student. Perhaps, they are the alternative family members in my life. I smiled, I actually have very few relatives, otherwise my uncle's house would not be my turn.Every time I think of this, I can't help but wonder how many catties I have in this life. I have never been abroad, I have no formal job, I have not finished college, and I haven’t had a New Year’s Eve dinner for several years. I didn't realize my dream. Of course I can't realize my dream. How many people can be directors? What's more, I just love to watch movies, and the director is just an "oral dream" that I casually mention and answer when someone asks me. I stared blankly at the black TV screen and suddenly had a strange inspiration. Perhaps, I can consider these tenants as my close family. or. Or actors. But I am no longer a silent audience, but a talented director.