Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

BAU was working overtime all night. Reid read with a book in his arms until he fell asleep, while Triton changed into a loose nightgown and leaned against the head of the bed to browse the chat room.

Hmm... the siren's internal chat room.

Well, although the sea monsters are indeed creatures that want to kill each other when they meet each other, they can still restrain their instincts and not kill each other when they can't see each other. The fish that have arrived, as the same kind of organisms, it is better to develop together and make progress together.

Just don't meet.

They exchanged all kinds of information in the chat room, sometimes complaining and cursing each other, and occasionally being entrusted by the same clan to buy some things to send over. In popular human terms, they seem to be called "purchasing agents".

No way, some local specialty products, such as the secret medicine of Indian priests from the United States, the magic products of British witches, and the talisman pills of Eastern ancestral priests, are all good things that you can never get in a foreign country.

However, the sea monsters are not so warm-hearted towards their fellows, and it took a long time before Yu took the initiative to post some latest news.

So Triton swiped the chat room for a long time, except for being fed into the head. The group of restless royal families in Europe seemed to have found the "key". There was nothing interesting outside, so he threw the computer aside without interest, stood up and walked out of the bedroom, took off his bathrobe and got into the clear swimming pool.

The swimming pool is clean sea water, the bottom of the pool is inlaid with shells and pearls, the bright moonlight is rippling on the open water, and the siren's fish tail is coated with a layer of gorgeous and bright luster.

Triton has maintained the human mimicry for too long, and it feels very comfortable to be released all at once. Soaking in the water and flicking the fish tail lightly, although it is not as good as in the sea, it is also a rare freedom on land.

He flicked his tail lazily and made small waves, his tail fin stirred up white foam, his flexible and beautiful body was stretched, and he was swimming in the water in a relaxed way, the water was slightly rippling under the mediation of the intake and drainage system Leaning over his body, he narrowed his eyes contentedly.

No matter how much they look like humans, sea monsters are creatures that are close to water after all. For them, a bed or something is far inferior to a huge swimming pool filled with sea water.

The moonlight was like water, the siren yawned, exhaled a long string of small bubbles, and fell into a deep sleep.

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Mr. Gavin Emerson, the person in charge of the concert, was still awake. He couldn't sleep. He always sleeps less when he gets old. After lying on the bed for a long time, he turned over and sat up, put on his glasses and put on his coat and walked out of the bedroom.

This is an ordinary one-person apartment in the city. He actually has the money to afford a better house, but what's the point?

He has no relatives and few friends. At this age, he is alone and has nothing but money. Instead of waiting to die in a big empty house, he prefers this small apartment. Although it is a bit old and cramped, it needs to be refurbished After that, it is still a satisfactory residence.

At least this kind of room won't make him feel lonely.

He leaned on crutches and sat on a soft recliner, covered his legs with a blanket with difficulty, turned on the TV, and the set disc started to play automatically.

The picture quality is terrible, and the shooting technique is also terrible. Because it is too old, it freezes from time to time, but he still enjoys watching it.

"HeyGavin! Smile!" In the camera, he is still so young, with his hat tilted and looking casual, sitting behind the drum kit and beating a few beats casually, with a smile on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the camera scanned the blond youth who was tuning the guitar and the brown-haired youth who hurried in with the bass. These two old guys walked ahead of him one by one in the past few years.

They are good people and God will love them.

Then, the camera moved to a young man sitting on a high stool and humming an unknown tune. He had soft and curly black long hair, gray-blue eyes, and his facial features were so beautiful that people couldn't take his eyes off him. He exuded a faint air of decadence. , Even through the blurred picture, people can feel the strong attraction.

"Triton! Look this way!" Hearing the voice of calling, the young man looked sideways at the camera, slightly raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "What are you doing again?"

The young man named Triton has a low and hoarse voice, and when he asks questions with a smile, he reveals a bit of sexuality and sexiness for no reason. Clean and refreshing, but as long as you sit there, even if you are dressed as a good kid in a white shirt and jeans, you will naturally be very decadent and arrogant.

Like his music, a masterpiece that only God could have made.

"Make a video, so that we can reminisce together when we get old hahaha." The person who filmed it smiled and replied, "Triton will sing a song?"

"Okay." Triton raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, hooked his foot on the high chair and spun around, put his hand on the stand microphone, and hummed a very difficult ballad from low to high.

"Take it well, I can enjoy it when I get old and can't sing anymore." He said so.

The young man on the screen had picturesque eyebrows and slightly raised lips with a light expression, which seemed alienated or close. However, Mr. Emerson couldn't stand it anymore, and turned off the TV and covered his face with tears.

It was so beautiful at that time, who would have thought that this amazingly talented young man would never live to be old at all, who would have thought that a person who smiled and said that he wanted to reminisce with him when he was old could do such a thing, one died, One went to prison, and the remaining three will live in regret and memory for the rest of their lives.

The reason why the old man admired Greg so much was precisely because he saw the shadow of that person in him.

As it was getting brighter, the old man, who had been insomnia all night, took out his mobile phone and dialed a familiar number. He heard the same busy tone as before, and finally hung up automatically.

Then hit it again, and hit it again, and over and over again.

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Triton was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone, opened his eyes and swam to the edge of the pool, looked at the big mobile phone that lit up, and swam back with his eyes closed.

Every time he decides to withdraw and leave, he treats himself as if he is really dead, and never has any contact with anyone or anything before, even though sometimes this decision is extremely difficult.

——This is the self-protection strategy of the sea-monsters. Think about it, if one day his heart softens and others find out that he is not dead, his appearance will not change for decades. I am afraid that there will be no place for the Krakens to gain a foothold in the world.

All he could do was to secretly take care of those old people, keeping them well-fed and well-fed until they died.

Those old people left behind by the sea monster are in pain, and the sea monster who has to watch those old people leave, why not suffer?

It's just that I have to leave, I just have to say goodbye, it's just that the sea monster is a cold-blooded animal that loves itself even more.

Triton hummed a farewell song, from the lowest to the highest, ethereal and decisive.

He will not take the initiative to intervene in this case again, and he thinks, he already knows who did it.

His clan in the East told him that there is a saying in the East that a dog can't change it and eats shit.

He took it for granted.

The ringtone of the mobile phone is still ringing repeatedly, one after another, the monotonous ringtone of the early days mixed with the song of the siren, and it rang for a long time.

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On the other side, Reid was woken up by knocking on the door. He read a book last night and fell asleep on the bed without knowing when. In addition, he didn't set the alarm clock because he was on vacation today, so he got up and took a look. It was almost noon on the watch.

It was a courier who knocked on the door, and delivered an unpopular courier to Reid.

A package with no place of origin and no sender like the first two couriers.

Reid stared at the courier in silence for a while, and put the courier on the cabinet without even opening it, staying with its two seniors.

The smart Dr. Reid also has some headaches in the face of the current situation. Experience tells him that the consequences of acting rashly at such times are often tragic. Although he has doubts, if he guesses wrong, there is no doubt that the person who actually sent the item A huge irritant that could get Triton into trouble.

And if he guessed right, then based on the investigation of Triton's wealth background and understanding of his personality, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that Triton would not completely fight against his BAU companions because of this.

It is never a wise move for a rich, powerful and well-connected dignitary to easily confront him.

After thinking for a long time, Reid heaved a long sigh, shook his head and stopped worrying about this matter. He is not one of those unsuspecting victims, and it is better to wait and see what happens than to scare the snake.

However, it is still necessary to report to the team members.

"Another delivery?" Hotch frowned when he received his call.

"Well, this morning..." Reid looked up at his watch. "It was delivered at 48:[-]. I contacted an old friend who works in the laboratory to see if I can find any clues."

"I see," Hotch said. "Be safe on the road."

Reid replied a few words. He knew that what Hotch said was not paying attention to traffic safety, but telling him to be careful of being followed. Generally speaking, the evolution process of a crush's plot often starts from giving gifts, then to stalking, and when accumulated Only after he has gained enough self-confidence will he appear in the life of the person he has a crush on - but it usually ends in tragedy.

Because the lack of self-confidence will make this kind of people full of uncertainty and danger, any inadvertent actions may stimulate them, resulting in extreme violent tendencies.

They're not serial killers, but they're even scarier than serial killers in a way.

After a simple wash, Reid changed the nightgown on his body into out clothes, picked up the express box and prepared to go out.

At the same time, Dr. Reid's old friend Dr. Jack Hodgins is gossiping with his dear girlfriend Angela about an old friend who is about to visit.

Hmm, maybe it should be called a child in terms of age?