Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

On the other side, BAU, who worked overtime all night, suddenly received an anonymous call, claiming news about the band's murder.

"What news do you have?" the operator asked before transferring the call to the BAU case.

"Where is the rock mecca of DC in 1968?" came the voice of the voice changer mixed with the voice of the airwaves, "Where is the nightly carnival?"

The phone was hung up before the voice finished.

"Garcia?" Hotch asked aloud.

"The call is too short and I can't lock the address of the call, but I think you need to listen to this." Garcia said, pressed a few times on the keyboard, and imported the recording into the separation software to separate the voice from the background sound .

"It's rock music." Morgan frowned. "He also talked about the 1968 DC rock mecca and total rave, maybe we're looking for a band gathering place or a concert venue?"

"A specific year, 1968." Emily said, "Garcia, look up the rock bands in DC in 1968?"

"Whoa, that's astronomical," Garcia exclaimed. "Young people in DC are a generation following trends."

"Cross-reference bands that were famous that year," Hotch said.

"Well... none of them became famous, and there are... [-] signed companies." Garcia said, "But these [-] companies failed to achieve anything, and they disbanded after a few years. You know, the cruel record market. .”

"Holy land..." JJ, who was muttering silently on the side, suddenly said, "Could it not be fame? It's a sacrifice?"

The all-night carnival every night is not necessarily for celebration, but it may also be for memorial service.

"OK, thoroughly investigate the band members who died that year..." Garcia tapped the keyboard quickly, "drug overdose, alcohol poisoning, car accident... god!" She dug out an old record stored in the computer, and she couldn't help but There was an exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.

"On July 1968, 7, when the lead singer of the Phoenix band was driving home in the middle of the night, the car malfunctioned and fell off a cliff. According to reports, the fire caused by the car accident burned for several days. The lead singer was completely charred and hard to identify. The investigation police found that it was his teammate, the keyboardist Philip Toland in the band, who put an ignition device in the car, causing the car to break down and fall off the cliff." Garcia quickly explained, "The band disbanded within a few months. They were signed to Victor Records, an offshoot of RCA, and are planning to release their latest record."

It can be said that it was the ultimate dream of rock bands at that time to hold out Elvis Presley's RCA branch Victor Records.

"I sent the restoration picture of the ignition device found by the police and the information of the band, you... oh, god..." Garcia's mood seemed a little unstable. In fact, everyone who saw the information she sent to BAU was slightly challenged. raised eyebrows.

——The handsome and decadent young man on the large poster is very similar to Mr. Triton, who they once arrested and rescued, who was inexplicably unlucky and always involved in the case.

In fact, if the differences in makeup and temperament are ignored, the degree of similarity will be even greater.

And the rebellious young man wearing the hat backwards behind him is the appearance of Mr. Gavin Emerson, the director of the concert, when he was young.

"Gavin Emerson is the drummer of the Phoenix band, and their lead singer is also named Triton, tell me I'm not living in any vampire novel." Garcia's tone was dreamy.

"Believe in science Garcia." Morgan teased, "It should be relatives or something, don't think too much." He flipped through the reconstruction picture of the ignition device that was sent along with the poster, and smacked his mouth, "It seems that we of inmates learn a lot in prison.”

The ignition device in the picture has almost the same structure as the one they found at the scene, but it is more sophisticated in some details, and the timing device has been transformed into a remote control device with the changes of the times.

"Aha, Prison University." Emily said mockingly, "The country is really a good place."

"I totally agree with you Emily!" Garcia said, "Phoenix was the number one rock band at the time, Triton died in 1968... Oh that's weird, well, after the lead singer died, there was a lot of commemoration of their practice area Those who lingered, and even dispatched the police to maintain order, but unfortunately there is basically nothing about them now.”

"Where do they practice?" Hotch asked.

"It has been sent." Garcia's voice was brisk and playful. After hanging up the phone, she curiously played the song about the Phoenix band that she finally found. , the bass guitar is just right, even if the sound quality of the live recording is poor with screaming noise, it does not detract from the beauty of this music.

"Wow! This is really exciting!" Garcia shook her body unconsciously to the beat, and was so stimulated by the lead singer's sudden high-pitched voice that she wanted to jump up from the chair on ten-centimeter high heels and perform a passionate impromptu dance on the spot. The speed of the code is several beats faster than before.

It can make people unknowingly follow the blood and want to vent their depression by shouting. This is probably the charm of rock and roll.

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The warehouse was silent, with no light. In the darkness, the man was sitting alone on the sofa, holding a crushed beer can in his hand, with a dazed and numb expression.

The music had stopped, everything returned to the original silence, and he heard someone walking towards him.

The closer you get, the stronger the choking and cold aroma, just like that one day that year, the band practiced late, and the rest of them fell asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night and walked to the warehouse following the sound of the guitar. At the top of the building, I saw the man holding the guitar and humming a tune without words. Many cigarette butts, tobacco and perfume were extinguished in the ashtray beside him. His back was submerged in the night with his sharpness and arrogance. Thin, diffuse singing is extremely gentle.

It was just a fleeting silhouette, but it was so gentle that it has been entwined in his nightmare for decades.

"It's all over." The sigh sounded like singing, and the footsteps stopped in front of him, submerging him in the sharp breath of tobacco, and he was lost and at a loss.

"Triton..." The man murmured the name in his memory, "This is impossible..."

"I'm already dead." The voice chuckled, trembling like violin strings in the darkness, "I will leave eventually."

"And you are destined to fester in the mud."

Jealousy is the original sin, and so is desire, so when sin swallows reason, a good card in hand can only be played and lost.

"Goodbye……"

"My former friend..."

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the man suddenly panicked, "Wait a minute!" He yelled and rushed forward, but only held a handful of tobacco-smelling air in his palm, and hit his forehead on the coffee table, which shook unsteadily After shaking, something fell from above and covered his whole body and face.

It's popcorn.The tip of the tongue tastes sweet and greasy, and the amount of sugar is just right, which is not at all like the jerry-building of street vendors.

I don’t know where I got the old-fashioned popcorn machine. After the practice, I guess whoever loses will be responsible for making popcorn. When the stove is turned on, there is a loud noise and laughter one after another, and the room is full of sweet fragrance.

Yes, they seem to have written a song together, praising the beauty of popcorn.

How did it end up like this?how could be?

The mind that had been muddled for decades, filled with jealousy and despair, finally regained its sobriety at this moment.

The man curled up in the darkness, tears streaming down his face silently.

Outside the door, the sound of a police car approaching.

"Let's go." Triton walked out of the warehouse through the side door. There was already a car waiting. He leaned on the back seat of the car and threw his coat aside. A bit tired and indifferent, exactly the same decadent and rebellious as the poster decades ago.

His driver has always been a smart person. Seeing that his master was not in a high mood, he didn't dare to say anything. He stepped on the accelerator and left here unobtrusively along the path behind the warehouse.

Where is the destination?The driver didn't know, but he just chose a road and drove it anyway.

The street lamps outside the window flashed past one by one, and the long eyelashes of the siren cast a small shadow under his eyes. After a long time, he sneered lazily, "Stupid human being."

The inexplicable admiration, the inexplicable jealousy, the inexplicable murderous intent, the inexplicable regret, even brought him to feel the discomfort rising from his heart, as if a needle had been stuck in his heart. It hurts, and it still hurts when I pull it out.

Geez, that's too bad.

Triton pulled the blanket beside him to his body, the soft blanket was still stained with his human smell, coffee, books, a little bit of blood, reflecting all the things his human had experienced.

He hugged the blanket tightly and leaned his head against the car window, and said, "Apartment 23, Capital Square."

I really want to meet his human...

The speeding car turned left at the next intersection and headed towards the city center along the main road.

Although the rarely depressed siren looks very bullying, it's a pity that his human beings are not at home at this time and can't see him. Only the dark window reflects his dark mood.

Gee.

So, where is Reid?

Well...he's still in the institute, obsessed with that mysterious delivery box with Hodgins.

——The fingerprints of the courier and Reid could not be found on the box, and the box was clean without leaving any traces. It was really challenging, okay?