Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Hotch called Garcia based on the information provided by Triton and asked her to check the surveillance video, and at the same time went out to inform the police who were in charge of questioning the audience to ask about the man in gray.

Reid and Triton were the only ones left in the room. They just recalled the not-so-good things again, and they both didn't know what to say. After talking dryly for a few words, they fell into silence.

A few minutes later, Triton sighed softly, and said, "I'll take you home, they should have finished their questions."

"No, I can go back by myself." Reid said, "It's not the last subway train yet."

"But I don't worry about you." Triton held Reid's hand tightly, his eyes were sincere and focused, "I just sent you downstairs, OK?"

The palm of the hand is still cool, Triton can't do anything to make his humans go to the last subway in the middle of the night, and they have to walk for more than ten minutes to get home.

Reid didn't say anything more, and nodded his head in agreement with Triton's proposal.

He was still a little depressed, perhaps because the gap from the warm and joyful concert to the tragic murder scene was too great, which made him unable to adjust for a while, and felt a kind of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that he is so fragile, but that his own participation in it makes him inevitably have empathy, no matter how difficult it is to stay out of the matter and think calmly, but he feels more emotions that belong to the case.

Triton went out and negotiated a few words with the police, and got permission to leave.

"Let's go." He pulled the sleepy Reid up from the chair. The human hands were still a little cold, which made him frown slightly. Before driving, he took out a blanket from the trunk and handed it to Reid.

"Thank you." Reid wrapped the blanket tightly in silence, and sat in the back seat with his head down, playing with himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Rest well, don't think too much." Triton comforted after thinking for a while, and turned on the radio in the car.

The orchestral music is erratic, silky, brilliant and magnificent, and the coloratura soprano mixed in it sings classical tunes in Italian, with a clear and powerful rhythm, giving people an inexplicable sense of power.

In this kind of music, Reid felt more and more tired, pinched the corner of the blanket tightly, and fell into a deep sleep on the back seat in a daze.

Triton glanced at the backseat and saw that Reid was sleeping soundly, so he slowed down the car slightly and drove more smoothly.

"I'm the fire..." he hummed softly, his voice was far more gorgeous and high-pitched than the dead lead singer, when he lowered his voice and hummed, those continuous notes across octaves were connected into an extremely enthusiastic tune, and the coherent chorus was not at all Need those tedious breaths of the lead singer.

This is the last song written by Triton, a rock singer, before his "death" decades ago. It was originally scheduled to be the most brilliant curtain call song. Therefore, no one can sing the extremely difficult song except Siren. Singing, but I don't want to end up with only one audition by accident.

"I'm the fire..." Triton was a little nostalgic. That kind of madness and fanaticism was probably the most persistent time he has ever been, so in the end, such a bad ending was actually somewhat regrettable.

At the end of the song, like the chants in the sanctuary, there are endless loops and interlacing, and it will be bright when it is about to go out. Even if the blue smoke still dissipates all the way in the sky, there are still clusters of sparks burning tenaciously.

The most desperate, but also the most hopeful.

I am the flame, the flame that never goes out, that never dies.

This is the word Triton once wrote on the sheet music, arrogant and justifiable.

That wonderful period of rebellion. Triton hummed, a smile curled up on his lips.

When he was about to reach Reid's house, he woke up Dr. Reid, who was sleeping soundly, and ensured that when the car stopped firmly, his human beings had basically regained their energy and could go upstairs and go home soberly.

"Go back and get some sleep, you don't look very refreshed." Triton laughed, watching his humans enter the building after nodding wearily.

The second floor of apartment 23, Capital Plaza, his human home.

Triton lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers. He leaned against the side of the car and looked up at the dark window. The smell of tobacco was lingering, mixed with a little coolness of mint. He was not addicted to cigarettes, but sometimes he lit one to make it Burning by himself, the choking smell will calm down the suppressed violence and desire in his heart.

It didn't take long for him to see the lights come on, a very warm orange light, and Reid walked past the window, leaving behind a fleeting black silhouette.

Triton stayed until the lights in the room went out, and then he felt burning pain between his fingers. He lowered his eyes and pressed out the cigarette butt that had burned to his fingertips, rubbed the reddish color on his index finger, pulled the corner of his mouth and stepped on the accelerator to leave .

Take your time and take your time.

The siren lacks nothing more than patience.

The music on the return trip was no longer a classical opera, but a fierce and fanatical rock song, with heavy drums hitting the beat that Triton personally arranged.

Rows of passing street lamp shadows couldn't hide the siren's cold eyes.

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When Triton left, Reid was still awake. Although he had turned off the lights, he was still not tired. He lay on the sofa and listened to the cars going downstairs. After a while, he reached out and turned on the light on the small table. desk lamp.

He felt exhausted, but he didn't even feel sleepy.

After leaning upright for a while, he slowly sat up, removed the books piled on the coffee table, opened the messenger bag he carried with him, and poured out two small boxes.

Inside the black box was a watch, exactly the same as the one he lost in the sea. He thought he must have been rescued at that time, otherwise he would never have survived in that situation, and the person who rescued him , is the one who took his watch and sent a new one.

In the second box is a bracelet, which he once had someone appraise. It is a real rare antique. In the current market situation, it can be said that it is a treasure that cannot be bought with money. The letterhead that comes with it is beautiful and smooth. The curlicue and the letterhead on the first box are from the same hand.

——Dr. Reid, who has systematically studied handwriting identification, is very sure of his own judgment.

What made him more concerned was the content on the second letter—the light of my life, the fire of my desire, my sin, and my soul.

From the novel "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov, and Triton, in the case before he received the courier, quoted a sentence from the same novel - "I love You, I'm a monster, but I love you. I'm mean, brutal, blah, blah, blah. But I love you, I love you."

In the case of meeting again, the sentence in "Lolita" was still used-[I am still intoxicated in the paradise I chose, the sky of heaven is full of the color of hellfire-but it is still heaven. 】

Such a frequency is too much of a coincidence, just like the probability of Triton encountering the case.

Reid is not an idiot. He is one of the best FBI agents. He is best at finding all suspicious clues from the clues. While his favorability for Triton increases, he also puts Triton at the top of the list of suspects.

If there were no unexpected cases tonight, what Triton would have to face was the roundabout temptation from Reid.

After all, two strange couriers in succession gave Reid, who has been facing similar cases all year round, a particularly bad premonition.

After staring at the two boxes for a while, Reid sighed long, put them at the top of the cabinet, took a book from the bookshelf and walked into the bedroom.

The name of the book is printed in beautiful fonts on the hardcover book cover——

"Lolita".

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In comparison, the progress of BAU in the investigation on the other side is not so gratifying. Garcia checked all the surveillance videos and only captured a few shots of the man in gray clothes, but none of them had a face. He is indeed like Triton said. Wearing a hat like that, he could run with a slight limp, and the red pattern on the gray clothes was determined to be a bird after computer processing. Unfortunately, this style of clothes sold tens of millions of pieces this year. There is no way to check.

The interrogation of witnesses is also not optimistic. People who take drugs, have sex, drink alcohol, who will remember seeing a man in gray clothes, and members of TheFire band also said that they have never seen anyone similar to that man .

Worst of all, among the remaining witnesses, there was no one who wore gray clothes that fit the physical characteristics of the surveillance video.

So, their suspect just disappeared in situ.

That doesn't sound like a good idea.

Even if one victim is not enough for them to do victim research, no one wants to kill a few more people because of it.

Garcia has almost revealed the background of the lead singer. This young man named Greg Bach is as talented in music as his surname. The band he formed with his friend Carter Fred won the recognition of the industry soon after his debut and gradually became famous. , and it is precisely for this reason that Gavin Emerson, the person in charge of the concert, spent a lot of money to invite him to do the finale performance.

Greg is the lead singer, and Carter is the drummer. That's right, the drummer Triton said was not very skilled. To describe it with a world of difference.

And there was a gossip at one time that a large music company offered a generous contract condition, as long as Greg was willing to kick Carter out of the band.

Therefore, while investigating the man in gray, Carter was also on the BAU's suspicion list.

"Greg is an excellent young man. I am deeply sorry that this happened. I will work hard for you all." Gavin Emerson, the person in charge of the concert, bowed slightly to them. This old man is polite, elegant and gentle. , with gray hair combed meticulously, wearing tortoiseshell glasses, full of old-school gentleman style, calm and calm, only the reddish corners of the eyes reveal a little real emotion.

According to the people in the band, this old gentleman was also a member of a certain band before, and he had a good conversation with Greg at first sight. Now it seems that it is not a lie.