Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The wind at the end of May was throbbing, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers flowing in the air. Dr. Reid, who works in the BAU department, rarely abandoned his knitted cardigan and shirt and changed into a more formal suit—— He has a rare meeting that is not an invitation from a colleague.

There was already a beauty named Xiangche waiting at the appointed place, but it was a pity that he was not very interested in Xiangche, and the gender of the beauty... seemed not quite right either.

Seeing that someone was already waiting from a distance, he quickly trotted two steps and stood still, "I've been waiting for a long time," he said.

"Not too long." In fact, Triton, who was overexcited and had been waiting for more than an hour, smiled and helped his humans tidy up the slightly messy tie, "If you come at three o'clock in the afternoon, I have been looking forward to it since the early morning. He whispered, turned and opened the car door before Reid could react, "Please."

The car he drove was not a ostentatious supercar, but a simple and stable silver-white Porsche, which was unremarkable except for the price, and it drove into the Quantico's traffic in a low-key manner.

"How did you sleep last night?" Triton asked while driving, "I see you came back very late."

It was already after nine o'clock when I decided to meet with Reid last night, the night outside the window was dark, and Reid could still faintly hear the lines of old movies, so I don't know what time he saw it.

"It's okay." Reid put his messenger bag on his lap habitually, and looked sideways at Triton, who was concentrating on driving. With a gentle smile, his gray-blue eyes reflected a lighter blue in the bright sunlight, like the stretch of glaciers not far below the surface of the Arctic Ocean.

He also noticed that Triton's hands had fair and slender fingers, well-defined but not exaggerated bones, and there was an inexplicable sexiness when holding the steering wheel.

Just like the clavicle exposed by the two shirt buttons, the smooth and powerful lines are indescribably provocative.

As if aware of his gaze, Triton turned his head and smiled softly at him, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Reid turned his head and looked intently at the receding traffic and scenery outside the car window, and tightened his grip on the shoulder strap of the messenger bag.

"Don't worry, I won't abduct you anywhere to sell you." Triton laughed, "It's just a concert."

"I know, the world tour of the Paris Orchestra." Reid said, raising a little interest, "I like the cellist Miranda very much, she is very skilled and full of emotion, especially Rachmaninoff's cello in G minor The sonata, the strong romantic color and dramatic effect in the whole work, she performed very perfectly, full of youthful vigor and vitality."

"And Dvořák's Cello Concerto in B minor, which she interpreted very well." Triton continued, "I like the bohemian folk style."

Reid has to admit that Triton is a person who is very good at chatting, and he has a wide range of knowledge and knowledge unexpectedly. He can chat a few words about music, and the topic extends to painting, sculpture and the like. When they talk about philosophy and the like Triton was also able to pick up on Reid's quick tirades when asked questions.

——Just kidding, the sea monster whose ancestral home is in the Aegean Sea, his ancestors watched the group of sages argue and think, and collided with the sparks of thought that were handed down to future generations.

They talked about music, they talked about painting, they had a little dispute on sculpture, and they reached a consensus on philosophy. Reid has not communicated with others so happily for a long time. No matter what he wants to say, Triton can pick up a few sentences , Even if it is something that he doesn’t understand, he can laugh and listen to his long-winded long speech, and add a few words of personal opinion appropriately, so that Reid, who is used to being directly interrupted by others, feels a sense of accomplishment that he has not seen for a long time.

It was the same sense of accomplishment as when he had guided the school basketball team to win the game and received surprised and respectful eyes from the group of players.

So even though he still has some doubts in his heart, his favor for Triton is still rising.

"There's no right or wrong philosophy, it's really interesting." He heard Triton chuckle, "Let's continue later, or we'll be late."

Only then did Reid realize that they had arrived at their destination, and the parking staff outside the car window were waiting for them to get out of the car. It was rare for him to feel a little bit reluctant to end the conversation.

After getting out of the car, Triton threw the car keys to the staff and asked him to park the car, leading Reid to his reserved box.

Well, they go through the VIP channel.

When the concert hall was built, he, to be precise, was still a wealthy British artist at that time and did not cheat his death. As a shareholder, he contributed part of the money and naturally enjoyed certain privileges, such as a reserved box So that he can just take people there when he knows there is a concert that Reid wants to see but can't buy tickets.

From this point alone, he felt that even if all kinds of fake death and changing identities did not cancel the maintenance fee that was regularly called to this concert hall, and it was worth it every year with inflation and the like.

Looking sideways at Reid's expectant expression, Triton thought so.

The box is located at the best view point on the second floor, and the person in charge of the concert hall is always willing to please him who spends a lot of money every year to subsidize the repair and maintenance of the concert hall.

Melodious music was also played before the concert, most of which were classics from the early years, light and elegant, and naturally created a suitable atmosphere.

Take a seat and wait for the beginning. The opening is Johann Strauss Jr.'s "Emperor", and the low and noisy conversation stopped after the tune. The audience sat upright and listened carefully to the performance of the musicians.

Reid also interrupted the conversation with Triton, sat upright and stopped talking, and only turned his head to chat with him in a low voice during the intermission.

After the concert, it was already mid-moon. Triton watched the crowd below gradually leave, and suddenly said: "Want to have a late-night snack? There is a restaurant nearby that does a good apple pie."

Reid was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously rubbed his stomach. His home was far from the concert hall, and the concert was scheduled to start earlier, so he had dinner at four o'clock. To be honest, he was really hungry now.

After comparing the two-day-old cold bread in the refrigerator at home with the delicious hot apple pie in the restaurant, he replied decisively, "Okay."

"Then let's go." Triton stood up, "If you go late, you won't be able to eat."

The restaurant is not far away, and it takes only 5 minutes by car. It is not yet late at night, and there are still a few customers in the restaurant. She is a waiter, so she also has to entertain guests.

"Welcome!" Looking up, he saw Triton and Reid pushing the door in. The waiter greeted them, washed his hands at the sink and handed them the menu, "What do you want?"

While she was talking, she heard the bell ringing in the kitchen. She looked back and saw that there were two freshly baked pies in the window, and she said, "I'm sorry, I'll go over first, just call me if you need anything."

Reid nodded, looking down at the menu carefully.

Although Triton’s most recommended and most classic is apple pie, in fact, there are various kinds of choices, such as sweet ones such as chocolate, strawberries, bananas, salty ones such as beef, chicken, ham, and even weird ones such as lychee grilled fish. There are so many types to choose from.

"What flavor do you want?" Triton asked, "I recommend smoked ham and apple, both taste good."

"Hmm..." Reid frowned and thought for a while, he didn't have any preference between sweet and salty, but it's better not to eat too much at this late hour, "Apple."

"Then I'll have smoked ham." Triton said. If there are fruits and meat, he will choose meat. For thousands of years before they came to land, sea monsters were all carnivorous. Animals, and under normal circumstances even crustaceans such as shrimp and crab will not be put on the menu.

"An apple pie and a smoked ham pie." He rang the table bell to call the waiter. "And two lemon sodas."

"Okay, it will be delivered soon." The waiter took his order and turned to walk towards the kitchen. Reid also took this time to look at the restaurant.

The restaurant is not big, but there are five tables and a bar table around the service area, but the decoration is exquisite, the combination of beige and sky blue looks very comfortable, and you can smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. There is soothing jazz in the room, and a few guests are sitting sporadically, eating or reading newspapers, looking very leisurely.

"It's been a long wait." After a short wait, the waiter brought two plates of pie and two glasses of soda water with sliced ​​lemons floating in them.

Two pies, one apple pie, the sweet and sour smell of the apple came out when cut open, Reid took two bites, and couldn't help but stare at the smoked ham on Triton's plate.

It seems delicious... He couldn't stop thinking about it, this is a normal physiological reaction, he knew it very well, but he just couldn't control himself, and secreted it in the salty scent wafting from the opposite side. Lots of saliva.

"Gululu..." His stomach let out a hungry growl at this moment, and Reid quickly lowered his head and took two bites of apple pie to hide his longing eyes.

Of course, the apple pie is also delicious, the sweet and sour taste is just right, the outer crust is soft and delicious, and the slightly sour and appetizing raspberry sauce is poured on it, but...

I really want to eat smoked ham...

He swallowed his saliva as reservedly as possible, and began to eat bitterly.

"Is it so delicious, eating in such a hurry." Triton reached out to help Reid wipe the applesauce that smeared on his face. He was not very hungry, and the pie on the plate was basically not moved.

Reid was so frightened by his sudden movement that he coughed twice, slapped his chest with one hand and picked up the water glass with the other and took two sips before he let out a breath—he almost choked to death.

"It's so sweet." Triton licked the applesauce on his fingertips, and pointed to the smoked ham pie that he hadn't touched with a smile. "Do you want to try mine?"

"……want."