Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

"Trust me Angela, you'll like him." Dr. Hodgins said with a smile, holding his girlfriend in his arms.

"In your terms, is he a genius?" Angela asked, clapping her boyfriend's dishonest hand symbolically.

"Of course, absolute genius," Hodgins said, "as genius as I am."

Angela rolled her eyes at the boastful Hodgins, took out her mobile phone and Googled the Dr. Reid he was talking about—it was not difficult to find out, although the FBI information was top secret, but Reid was still an outstanding alumnus of Caltech.

"Wow!" Looking at the long list of degrees hanging under her name, Angela exclaimed in exclamation, "It's really..." She paused for a while before saying, "Amazing..."

"Chemistry, Mathematics, Doctor of Engineering, Bachelor of Psychology and Sociology, are you sure he is not a humanoid robot?"

"In fact, there is also a Bachelor of Philosophy." The sound that rang along with the knock on the door startled the two of them, but the next second Hodgins smiled and walked over and patted the person on the shoulder, "I remember your philosophy Didn't you finish your bachelor's degree?"

"Soon." Reid, who was holding the express box, replied with a smile, "I'm already preparing my thesis."

"Congratulations, little Einstein." Hodgins said as he took the delivery box from Reid. "This is it?"

"Yeah." Reid nodded, "Please check to see if you can find out where it was sent from."

Hodgins made an ok gesture, and happily put the express box on the experimental bench to check it. The energy was the same as when they gathered together in the laboratory to observe insects, and wholeheartedly excluded all other things.

"Here." Angela took a pair of gloves and handed them to Reid. "Take your time." She shrugged and stepped on her high heels and turned to leave. "Don't worry."

Reid looked at Angela, whose back was swaying and graceful, and Hodgins, whose eyes were shining brightly and talking to himself, and sighed silently.

God bless you, Hodgins.

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Reid was checking the express box, while Triton was writing the manuscript. The wind in late spring and early summer was very comfortable, coming slowly, blowing down the leaves of the sycamore by the pool, and falling on the water, causing layers of ripples.

The siren sat by the pool, with half of its fish tail submerged in the pool water, stirring up and down in the pool water. A low table was set up by the pool for him to write.

"The knight used to have a small mercenary team, although it was not big, it was very powerful, and it was once the rising star of hope in this continent.

He will always remember those days, those days of wandering in the barren wilderness together, fighting together, and laughing together, he has never been so happy, he treats every member of the regiment so sincerely.

So he never thought that the sharp knife that hurt him was stabbed from behind. After a happy celebration banquet, someone tampered with the carriage of a drunken knight and made him fall off the cliff in the middle of the night. No bones remained of him.

However, the knight survived. He fell into the river under the cliff and was lucky to be washed to another city far away from here.

He was seriously injured, and it took him a long time to barely recover. When he was able to leave, he chose to return to the city where his mercenary group was located without hesitation.

He was worried about archers with out-of-character, sloppy archers, mages who kept women in trouble, and even pharmacists with extreme low self-esteem.

However, everything has changed.

The pharmacist who murdered him was imprisoned, and he may have to spend the rest of his life in it. The remaining three, Gavin, the most lively archer, chose to go home and inherit his father's business, becoming calm and decent, and never The frivolousness of youth.

Ken, a fluffy, handsome and handsome mage with blond hair, opened a tavern, married the daughter of a tailor, and the couple had twin sons in harmony.

Peter, who was always reckless and practiced late archers, went to school to become a teacher, gnashing his teeth at a group of children every day, loving and hating him.

Yes, in the few years since the knight left, everyone had a new start and a new life. It seemed that he was the only one who remained in the past years, full of melancholy and nostalgia.

He is no longer needed, the knight thought.

So now that everything has been settled, since everyone has found their own direction, and since the past is already youthful and frivolous, why should he disturb their stable life, and why should he let the "rest in the ground" self reappear? Now in the world.

So, let's go, the knight who had nothing left packed his only luggage and left the city alone. "

The fingertips typing on the keyboard paused for a few seconds, Triton sighed softly, and the old butler standing behind him duly draped the blanket in his hand over his body, the soft wool fabric covered his body which was blown by the wind. With some cool skin, a cup of warm hot cocoa was placed by his hand.

"It's almost summer now, Tom." Triton looked at the old butler with a helpless expression, and the fish tail flopped twice, causing a small wave.

The old butler named Tom smiled kindly, "But you need this." His tone was as brisk as a young man's, and his eyes were soft. He wore tortoiseshell monocular glasses, and his white hair was about shoulder length. Tie it back with a hair tie.

"I'm not a child anymore." Triton pushed the hot cocoa beside him in dissatisfaction, his disgust was beyond words, and even the tip of his beautiful tail curled up to announce his protest.

The old butler didn't speak, but just maintained a kind smile and looked at Triton until the siren took the hot cocoa and drank it with his mouth downcast.

"It's almost noon, I think you need some snacks?" said the old butler, although Triton protested "I'm not a kid, don't use this to me", but for the fresh tuna brought by the old butler The slices are still very satisfying.

The biggest advantage of going on land is that you can eat fish from the oceans all over the world without leaving home. Triton ate a piece, squinted his eyes and shook his tail. .

"How's the situation?" Triton asked.

"The things have already been delivered." The old housekeeper smiled and replied, "It seems that your gift is very surprising."

"Maybe you also settled for lunch by the way?" Triton raised his neck and sniffed lightly, "It smells so good."

"Nowadays, human beings are very delicate." The old butler replied with a smile, "I, an old man, can't hold it in a little bit." He licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and the sharp canine teeth came from his lips. Time passed by.

"...Forget it, just remember to erase the memory." Triton didn't bother to argue with his old butler who had been with him for hundreds of years. He himself often went out to hunt wild food, so he couldn't force vampires to eat vegetarian, right? It's not as good as the blood loss from blood donation, as long as it doesn't exceed the limit, otherwise he will have to find a new housekeeper, which is very troublesome.

"Follow your instructions." The old housekeeper bowed slightly, "Then I will take my leave first."

Triton stretched, refocusing on the half-written document in his hand.

The sun was just right, making the water warm, and the tail soaked in it was so comfortable that even the scales stretched out, swinging from side to side randomly, cutting water lines.

But in another place at this time, Triton was not in such a good mood.

The man who rented the small apartment gritted his teeth and looked at the album on the table, but there was a little unconscious fear on his face.

"Things that pretend to be ghosts!" He said cursingly, grabbed the album roughly and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but when he touched it, he flinched as if he had been scalded, took a step back, and continued to stare at the album .

Five different hands were clenched tightly on the pure black back cover, and he could almost recognize where his own hand was at a glance - the hand with the slender and slender fingers and the silver skull ring on the tail finger.

It was a hand that belonged to the person playing the piano at first sight.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering again, his gloved hands couldn't help shrinking into his sleeves, the huge handwritten "WE" on the album cover was like a slap on his face. Painful and crisp.

It shouldn't be WE... He murmured nervously, he had imagined countless times that the one on the album was ME, it should be me...

It should be me!

He suddenly became angry and swept all the things on the table to the ground, the cup and desk lamp album fell to the ground with a jingling and broken sound, and he yelled like crazy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"

The neighbor who was disturbed outside the thin wall poked his head out of the window and cursed at him, his words were vulgar and vicious, and his mouth was full of swear words.

It shouldn't be like this... He thought dazedly, he also used to live in a big villa in a rich area, he used to go in and out of famous cars, he wore expensive clothes and accessories, and he was surrounded by envious and loving eyes.

Why does it become like this...

he asked himself dazedly.

Then he remembered, those luxury houses and cars, those gorgeous clothes, everything, all came from that person.

Why is he so nice to me?Otherwise, I wouldn't be so desperate...

The man suddenly threw himself into the pile of debris and picked out the record, hugging it in his arms and crying loudly.

I'm the fire... the young man in high spirits in his memory sang so loudly, his white neck raised like a swan with folded neck, he closed his eyes and stood in the midsummer sun, the scorching sun was like fire, and he seemed to be fused with the fire One.

You're the fire...you're the fire, the fire of hope that burns in my heart that never goes out and never bows down, I know, I've always known.

The man cried until his tears flowed down his cheeks.

So why, are you leaving me?

So why, you didn't survive?

Triton... Triton...

He muttered this name, as if he was chanting the only belief in this life.

It's like thinking about the only one in this life...

hater.