Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

It was dark and gloomy, and there was only one small window that was opened high in the narrow room, which could barely glimpse a ray of moonlight.

At first, a dim light was turned on in the room, but as the night deepened and light rain began to fall, the light seemed to be unable to bear the deadly atmosphere in the room. , and finally went out with a "snap".

Everything is dark.

At this time, only the singing echoed in the room uninterrupted, filling every corner of the room unsteadily, from far and near.

so warm...

The girl who was cold because of massive blood loss felt a kind of warmth overflowing from the bottom of her heart, and the fear gradually left her. She felt very relaxed and comfortable, like the autumn wheat field at her grandmother's house when she was a child, with the gentle breeze rustling, Every eye is golden.

In the darkness, she saw a pair of eyes, looking at her tenderly and compassionately.

do not be afraid……

She understood the words in those eyes, which were plain and soft, but brought her infinite strength.

Yes, I can definitely survive.

She believed so, and struggled to prevent her consciousness from sinking into the swamp of darkness and despair.

When a person's will to survive is extremely strong, her chances of surviving in desperation are much higher. Many times, human beings do not die of predicament, but of despair.

"What's your name?" Suddenly she heard someone ask her, "What's your name?"

"Setlla Clara..." she whispered.

"Then go to sleep, Setlla..." The voice was extremely gentle, "When you wake up, everything will be over."

"Sleep... Setlla..."

Sleeping... Looking into those gray-blue eyes, she relaxed into the sea.

Swimming fish, waves, and a brilliant bright blue.

sleep...

sleep...

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With the death of Marty Pino, the clues in BAU's hands were cut off again. They searched Marty Pino's home, and they had undoubtedly been preempted by others, and what was left to them was a mess.

"So, we're back where we started." Morgan sat on the table, his two thick eyebrows tangled together, and he couldn't stop turning a pen in his hand.

"Let's go through the case from the beginning to see if there is anything missing." Hotch said, he is undoubtedly the most calm one in the group, and he suppressed the gloomy atmosphere flowing in the group as soon as he opened his mouth.

"At present, there are five known missing persons. They are all hard-working college students in their 20s. At the same time, they all use the same drug to improve their study efficiency." JJ said first.

"Through the analysis of the drug, we found that its raw material is the body organs of a drug overdose. The maker is Marty Pino, a former forensic doctor of the New York Police Department, but he is not the murderer." Reid continued.

"But he must know something to be silenced by the killer," Morgan said. "He was shot at a long distance, and the people who did it were very professional."

"Professional killers." Emily said, "Before that, we found the bodies of the first missing persons. The murderers used them as purification tools for filtering drugs, injected them with a large amount of drugs to the limit of their bodies, and then killed them and took them out. Viscera produces poison."

"Everyone's body metabolism is different, so we can't easily deduce whether the victim died." Hotch said, looking at the case board, "but the time he left us is getting less and less."

"We don't know anything about how the victims disappeared." Morgan sighed, "No suspicious stalkers, no suspicious calls, nothing, they just walk around and poof, they're gone gone."

"Where did they go..." Reid looked thoughtfully at the surveillance photos on the case board, and muttered, "What if they were not kidnapped, but left voluntarily?" His voice gradually became louder, " Garcia, did the victim attend cram school?"

"The queen is casting her magic~~" Garcia's voice was still as energetic as ever, "30 days shorthand vocabulary, 10 minutes to learn mathematics, it is simply too many to count, oh, the tutoring business in New York is really booming."

"Cross-compare those who started classes in the evening in the last three months?"

"Let me see... there are twelve!"

"Remove those that are inaccessible and remote."

"Five! ohgod! Three of them are in the same building!"

"Who is the owner?"

"William Stephens, but the house is now in charge..." Garcia's voice suddenly rose an octave, "His son Felix Stephens! God!"

Felix Stephens was the first to go missing.

In other words, he is now the biggest suspect of the murderer.

"Garcia," Hotch said loudly.

"I know I'm looking, but he has no property to his name other than the apartment that was searched," Garcia exclaimed.

"Check his parents." Reid said, "What properties are under his parents' name?"

"Felix Stephens' mother died young, and his father's name is..." The sound of Garcia's typing on the keyboard almost reached their ears through the radio waves, "He has a warehouse and an apartment in Brooklyn, and the address is already sent."

"It's only two blocks from where Jay usually deals drugs!" Reid said, glancing at the address. "That's how they met."

They have always thought that Marty, who was in charge of drug production, was manipulating the team. Now it seems that he is just thrown out to attract attention. The appearance is deceiving.

……

While everyone in the BAU rushed out the door, Triton was cutting the rope in an awkward posture. He could maintain a siren state for a period of time on land. Bright blue scales appeared behind his ears, and his ears turned back into fins. The long legs under the short skirt turned back into fish tails, and they flicked back and forth restlessly to throw out the rope on the tip of the tail—a pair of black lace briefs were also thrown out together.

The most important thing is that his fingertips have returned to the sharpness of the siren, and the sharp nails that can tear shark skin rubbed back and forth on the rope tied to his wrist.

Just a small opening is enough, as long as there is a point of force, he is confident that the rope can still be broken.

One time, two times, three times, while cutting the rope, he became godlike. Speaking of which, the last time he cut the rope so hard was when he pretended to be dead and was thrown into the sea by the jailers more than 100 years ago. It took a long time to get it open, and in return he made the jailer boats capsize and swam for three days before returning to land.

But just being distracted like this made him ignore the footsteps outside the door, and he didn't feel it until he reached the door, so he quickly retracted the scales that came out of him, and put on an honest look.

The vital signs of the girl next to him have stabilized, and he is also full. After waiting for someone to come in, he can just break free from the rope and knock him unconscious and throw him to the police station. He can also chat with his human beings by the way.

Thinking of his human fluffy and soft brown hair and big eyes with a bit of water vapor, his heart was agitated like grass growing.

"FBI! Put the gun down!"

Well, he seemed to hear his human voice.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the bright light outside made him close his eyes subconsciously, thinking so in his heart.

Then he realized that it seemed that his own human had really come.

"Get out!" shouted the young man who held his head with a gun, looking a little annoyed.

Reid, who rushed into the door, took a quick look at the scene in the room under the not-so-bright light. The blood-stained girl on the table made his heart sink, but Triton, who was blocked by a gun, was in good condition. , although the bruises on his body were a bit embarrassing, they didn't look serious.

"Felix Stephens, put the gun down, let's have a good talk, okay?" He spread his hands and raised them, looking into the young man's eyes and asked.

"No! Get out!" the young man yelled, "Get out of here! Otherwise I'll kill him!"

As he spoke, he pressed the gun hard to Triton's temple and opened the safety.

"OK, ok." Seeing that the situation was not right, Reid took a few steps back decisively, raised his hands and said, "Let's go out now." As he spoke, he signaled the people around him to withdraw.

Morgan gave him a worried look, and Reid returned a reassuring look.

The murderer's mood is extremely unstable now, as long as the armed person is in this room, it will be a source of stimulation. Right now, it is best to withdraw and stabilize his mood before making any plans, so as not to kill him impulsively.

Relatively speaking, Reid, who doesn't look too threatening, would be a good candidate to let him relax and negotiate.

"Get out!" Felix yelled, and the muzzle of the gun kept hitting Triton's forehead, which made Triton feel a little uncomfortable.

However, he still lay on his stomach and did nothing. To be honest, he was a little bit happy listening to his human beings negotiating for him.

"You! Get out too!" Felix yelled, raising his chin.

"I'm not a policeman, I'm just here to talk to you." Reid raised his hands and slowly walked to a position some distance from the door, "Can we talk, about Marty, about Jay, about Drugs, I think you have a lot of stories to tell."

According to their research on the personality of Felix Stephens, this extreme narcissistic personality is absolutely irresistible to publicize his career, he will not only talk, but also talk.

"No, I don't want to say it." Unexpectedly, Felix rejected his proposal, looking at him without letting up his guard, "Now, get out."

"Listen, Felix, I mean no harm." Reid tried to persuade, "Why don't you let me go and see that girl, she doesn't seem to be doing well."

"She's dead!" Felix yelled. "Did you see it with your own eyes?" He leaned into Triton's ear and asked, "You saw with your own eyes how she lost her breath, how she died bit by bit."

"right?"

"Felix, calm down." Reid took the opportunity to take two steps forward, and couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he saw the girl's faint but gentle chest, "She's not dead yet, let me see her, okay?"

"No! She's dead!" Felix grabbed Triton and turned him to Reid. "Tell him she's dead!"

"She's dead." Triton said flatly, winking at Reid quietly, where Felix couldn't see, "I saw her die with my own eyes."

Unbelievable, Reid instantly understood what Triton meant, and took two steps forward, "She's really not dead."

We all know that when someone suddenly approaches, the prisoner's first reaction is by no means to shoot at the hostage, but to raise the gun to aim at the approaching person, especially a prisoner like Felix who has lost his reason.

"Don't come here!" Sure enough, Felix subconsciously aimed his gun at Reid.

The narcissistic personality is like this. When it is not exposed, he thinks he is the master of the world. Every plan is calm and rational, but once it is exposed that he is not so perfect, his rationality will completely collapse.

The moment he moved the gun away, Triton broke free from the rope and jumped up and knocked the gun out of Felix's hand, hitting the man's face with his fist at the same time. Reid swears, at that moment he heard the clear sound of bone shattering.

"Okay, let your people come in." Triton rubbed his wrists and stood up and walked a few steps. Except for a few scratches, the rest is in good condition.

"..." Before going out to call for someone, Reid silently walked over and pulled Triton's skirt that rolled up to his crotch, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin.

The downside of short skirts is that everything that should be exposed and what should not be exposed is accidentally exposed.

Reid glanced at the black cloth that had fallen by the table, refusing to think about what had happened.

The author has something to say: when Triton turns into a fishtail, everything on his legs will be taken off, including fat times, stockings, etc.

So what did the little doctor see after the skirt was rolled up, we all understand Wang

He was arrested on purpose in order to get full, after all, the orange candy is so delicious that he still wants to eat it [laughs]

Anyway, weak human beings can't bear his punch, and Wang can be killed in minutes

But I still haven't finished writing this case Wang [cover face

Keep working hard tomorrow

I can't finish writing, it's puppy dog

Tomorrow will be all analysis Wang

The sophomore was really tired every minute and wanted to take the dog. The homework that the freshman did not do, the sophomore returned all the homework [Manual goodbye, so if there is a half-shift or next-day change, please little angels don’t dislike me Wang QAQ

Going back to school tomorrow to recruit new things for the student union, the update will be late or only half an update, depending on whether I am tired or dead when I go back to the dormitory

The names of the people in this chapter are translated as follows

Triton-- Triton

Hotch--Hodge--【Criminal Minds】

Morgan--Morgan--【Criminal Minds】

Reid--Red--【Criminal Minds】

Garcia--Garcia--[Criminal Minds]

Gideon--Gideon--【Criminal Minds】

JJ--Xiaojie【The version I read was this translation--【Criminal Minds】

Marty·Pino--Marty.Pino【CSI New York S05E18】

Felix Stephens--Felix Stephens

No logo is the original character w