Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

After pulling the skirt to cover his body and coming out of the house, Triton got a soft blanket, a cup of hot cocoa, and several worried and pitying eyes, even Morgan looked at him softly, after all, he is now But isn't it the victim?

So the victim, Triton, sat obediently outside the ambulance, wrapped tightly in a blanket, sipping cocoa with his hands down, looking really pitiful.

You see, right now it's logical to catch his lovely humans.

"That... are you okay?" Reid stood a few steps away from him awkwardly. The tugging in the room just now was purely a conditioned reflex. After the tugging, he realized what he had done. Familiar with him, but just a few short exchanges have made him very clear about how self-respecting and self-respecting gentleman Triton is, and even words of reminders may hurt the other party's self-esteem, let alone being exposed so straightforwardly by himself.

In fact, Reid, who had a good impression of Triton, fell into the distress of interpersonal communication.

"It's good." Triton raised his eyebrows and smiled. He just borrowed the makeup remover that the nurse carried with him to clean his face of makeup and powder. His long black hair was a little messy, and his gray-blue eyes were still full of moisture. .

It was only then that Reid realized that he had a very aggressive face, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his lips had a three-point arc even when he was not smiling--a very sharp and cold arc, and his eyes were long and narrow. His gray-blue eyes seemed to be mixed with the darkness of the deep seabed. If he hadn't had a gentle aura and could not hold his eyebrows curved when he smiled, most people would be afraid to stay under those eyes.

"I'm fine," Triton said. "You don't have to worry so much."

"I know." Reid sighed softly, thinking he was considerate and didn't mention Triton's "sadness", just said, "If you have anything you want to talk about, you can come to me."

He is no longer a child who is ignorant of the world, and so many years of experience in handling cases has allowed him to accumulate a lot of understanding of the dark side of the world, so he is very clear about the meaning of the twisted eyes that the murderer looked at Triton.

And the meaning of that pair of underwear that was thrown on the ground.

"Anything is okay?" Triton raised his eyebrows and asked, his expression was somewhat meaningful, but it was difficult to find it for a while under the cover of his pale face and moist eyes.

"Anything is fine." Reid stepped forward and held Triton's hand, his eyes were sincere and firm, "Anytime, just call me."

To be honest, Triton is quite pitiful when you think about it carefully. How long ago has been involved in two cases, one is the suspect and the other is the victim, and this kind of thing happened, such a high frequency of incidents might change someone. I will be trembling all day long with PTSD for the rest of my life.

"Then it's a deal." Triton blinked and secretly made a V sign in his heart.

He knew that his humans must have misunderstood something. Although he didn't know exactly what the misunderstanding turned out to be, he still liked the results in terms of the results.

So there is no need to explain too clearly.

"I'll call you." Holding his human's warm and dry palm with his backhand, the sea monster smiled like a cat stealing fish.

……

Triton thought that the next time the two would see each other would be a long time later, in a romantic coffee shop or opera house, chatting about life ideals, poetry, drama, etc. An hour later, he was forcibly woken up by Reid's phone call after he had just fallen asleep in the hotel, and got up groggyly to meet his human beings.

Location, NYPD interrogation room.

"So... he wants to see me?" Triton asked. Emily and Reid sat across from Felix in the interrogation room separated by single-sided glass, repeating the same question in different ways—

Where did he keep the rest of the missing.

They've searched every property they could find that could be associated with Felix, but they haven't found the missing person.

However, Felix seemed to have completely recovered his composure before being arrested, crossing his legs in his sitting position, with a half-smile on his face as if he was watching a good show.

During the five-hour interrogation, not to mention Felix, even the BAU who came to the shift was exhausted, but Felix's mouth was like a clam shell, and he couldn't pry it open. There was only one answer, "Let Mr. Triton talk to me. .”

Seeing the passage of time, they had no choice but to try to contact Triton and ask him if he would come to help with the interrogation.

Hmm... Anyway, hearing the hesitant pleas from his humans on the phone, he would have done it without hesitation, even if it meant Triton flooded the city.

"Go in now?" Triton asked.

"Go in later," Hotch said, eyeing Triton cautiously, "try to induce him to reveal the location of the victim, if necessary..."

"I'll follow what he said." Triton said lightly, straightening his neckline, "I still know the basic theory of negotiation."

"Then it will be hard work for you." Hotch nodded, and continued, "Just come out when you feel that you can't bear it, don't hold on."

"Don't worry." Triton pinned the shattered hair that fell on his cheeks behind his ears, and squinted at Felix with indifferent eyes, "Crazy bastards don't scare me yet."

His attitude towards people is always a bit indifferent, and he also comes with a very hate-inducing mockery buff. Everyone in BAU has fully understood this point during the last interrogation, and they didn't pay much attention to his tone and words.

Being able to drive here in the early hours of the morning and willing to help them interrogate the prisoner as a victim, even if it doesn't sound very nice, he should actually be a good person.

Unknowingly, Triton's favorability in the hearts of BAU people has subtly increased by a small amount, and after successfully offsetting the adverse effects of the bad attitude of the previous interrogation, there is still a slight surplus.

Within a few words of their time, Reid and Emily had already basically completed the preparatory work - because they didn't know how much Triton's influence on Felix would be, and the necessary emotional foreshadowing would allow them to obtain more clues.

"You...thank you." Reid hesitated for a moment and thanked softly the moment he passed by.

Triton smiled and patted him on the shoulder, closing the interrogation room door.

"You want to see me?" He asked, sitting down and looking at the young man in front of him.

And Felix also stared at Triton with enthusiastic, no, it should be said that it was almost distorted eyes. After fulfilling the bet, the siren changed into men's clothing, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the simple light blue shirt. The smooth collarbone and half chest are exposed.

The fair and radiant skin was reflected in his eyes, like sparks splashing on his heart, making him even breathe with heat in an instant.

"Mr. Triton..." His tone was like a sigh, full of emotion and longing, "You are different..." He looked at Triton fascinated, like looking at his own god, "Seeing your first I knew right away that you were different."

"You never feared and shamed my crimes, nor marveled at my achievements."

"You are different..."

He murmured "You are different" repeatedly, with a trancelike and sincere expression like a pilgrim, who was completely different from the calm young man before. Triton also calmly faced his change, and asked in a calm tone: "Where are all the people you captured?"

Isn’t it perverted? Triton said that he has seen a lot in the past years. The food of the sea monster is the soul of fear and despair. Out of hunting instinct, those who are good at creating fear and despair are often distorted by the spirit of the sea monster unconsciously. If they are attracted by the field, the negative emotions they create will become the food of the sea monster—if the sea monster is in a good mood that day, after eating, it will save someone and tie up the murderer and throw it to the police station.

"Those people..." Felix muttered a few inaudible words, the fanaticism slowly faded from his face, and a very fake smile hung on his face again, "Mr. Triton, I remember you were a novelist."

Triton nodded, "That's right."

"That's great..." Felix sighed softly, "Can you tell me a story? No one has ever told a story for me."

Triton looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Okay, but in exchange, you have to tell me where you locked those people."

"They're locked up where the police can't find them," Felix said to himself. "Please tell me an interesting story. If I find it interesting, maybe a few of them will survive."

"Like the story of the farmer and the snake?" After a pause, he suggested.

"The farmer and the snake?" Triton stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly let out a breath, "Then, let's talk about the farmer and the snake." After finishing speaking, he organized his words and really started to tell the story.

"Once upon a time, a farmer saw a frozen snake in the cold winter. He couldn't bear it, so he put it on his chest to warm it. After a while, the snake woke up from its deadness and bit the farmer."

"But don't worry, it's just a non-venomous snake. The farmer was hurt for a while, so he left it in the field and let it go."

"Where am I going?" The snake was thinking, he was still a little dazed when he woke up from hibernation, but soon he woke up from hibernation, and made up his mind - he slowly straightened his long body, After hissing for a while, he spread his legs and walked towards the direction of the city."

"That's right, the legs, this is not an ordinary snake, but a dark wizard awakened from hibernation."

"At the same time, the knights are trekking in the direction of the city."

"People in the city don't know that their disaster is coming."