Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Oh, don't laugh, even the seemingly omniscient Dr. Reid will always have unfamiliar territory, such as popular fantasy novels, even if in fact it has become so popular that even politicians will quote a few words when they give speeches At the same time, it is necessary to allow the existence of a few people who cannot keep up with the trend.

But having said that, Reid was still silently ridiculed by everyone in the group. God knows that even Hotch silently turned his back to prevent him from seeing his expression. Puffing up his cheeks amidst a muffled laugh, he turned his head and continued to do geographic profiling on the map as if he hadn't heard anything.

By the way, I included "Knights" in my purchase list in my heart.

At the same time, Triton was being dragged by a group of idle event guests to splash around in the hotel's open-air swimming pool—these people were either company executives or programmers and engineers, a high-pressure working group, and the direct result of too much work pressure It’s just that once you relax, you start to let yourself go completely, and everyone leaves work and rushes into the hot sun of Miami.

Oh nice holiday.

In fact, it’s not busy. It’s more like a month. It’s too idle every day. Mr. Triton maintained his human state and swam in the water for two laps, then silently climbed ashore.

To be honest, there is no difference between a sea monster that cannot swim with a fish tail and a salted fish.

Wiping the water off his body, he absent-mindedly ignored the scorching gaze on himself—whether there were his human beings around anyway.

Triton has always been in good shape, with broad shoulders, slender waist and long legs. His muscles are smooth and powerful. Coupled with a handsome face, he can attract the admiration of not only women.

A certain fish who didn't care about his own charm put on his coat and sat on the bar by the pool, ordered a glass of wine from the wine list, and stared lazily with his chin propped up.

This kind of weather is really suitable for turning the scales in the warm fish tank, relaxing and stretching the hard scales that are tightly attached to the body, even thinking about it is very comfortable.

Fantasizing about the warm water brushing against the soft and sensitive skin under the scales, the siren's eyes are half-closed and the eyes are hazy, a layer of water vapor seems to be glistening in the gray-blue, a beautiful bitch face with pear blossoms and rain coming out of the swimming pool (Dense fog), no matter how you look at it, it seems to be seducing people.

Therefore, fish came to bite the bait soon, and the young man who came up from the pool behind him watched from a distance for a few seconds, then raised his leg and walked over.

"Is it always this hot in here?" he asked with a smile, pushing the drink in Triton's hand.

Triton casually pulled back his elegant mind, glanced at him and said, "Who knows, this is South Beach."

"Then I have to be careful." The young man who got the response immediately hit the snake with the stick, "The hot sun can kill people."

Triton still looked absent-minded, playing with the cherry on the wine glass, "Trust me, there are many worse ways to die than this."

"Of course, as a person with first-hand experience, I believe your point of view." The young man raised his eyebrows and chuckled, moved a little closer to Triton's direction, and lowered his voice, "I completely believe it."

"First-hand experience?" Triton tilted his head to look at him, there seemed to be some doubts in his eyes, and his clean eyes moved his heart.

"I'm a policeman from New Orleans." The young man replied, slowly putting his hand on Triton's, and they were getting closer now, and he could even smell the cool sea breeze on Siren's body.

"What about you?" He murmured, gently rubbing the fair skin beside his hand.

"I'm a writer." Triton bit off the cherry on his hand, with a slightly lazy look on his brows and eyes, "I have no fixed place and wander around."

"This sounds really romantic." The young man's gaze was fixed on the sea monster's slightly parted lips, and his cheeks flushed. "I have a story, maybe you would like to buy me a drink?"

Triton laughed, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, his brows and eyes were light, and he leaned over to sniff the side of his neck lightly, "Are all New Orleans police officers as sweet as you, Sir?"

Mr. Police from New Orleans is sweet, maybe Miss JJ from BAU can answer this question.

Officer William Lamontagne had just rushed from New Orleans to claim the body of his colleague. His colleague was getting married in August this year. If nothing else, it was up to him to inform his colleague's fiancée of the sad news.

Plus, he and JJ have been secretly in a relationship for a while.

Yes, a secret love affair, which also caused a little conflict between them to break out.

However, this does not hinder the progress of the BAU agents in the investigation.

They quickly found the last places where several victims were found, all of which were the most famous gay bars in Miami, which forced them to reconsider the characteristics of the victims.

"Paul Hayes told his wife that he was in Miami on business, but in fact he was in the gay bars in Miami."

"Daniel Brown comes here alone for vacation every year, and multiple witnesses claim to have seen him and different men in and out of the hotel."

"Charles Luvet falsely claimed he was rowing, but we now know that was not the case."

"Currently we still have four missing persons whose whereabouts are unknown. According to the investigation, two of them have come out of the closet. We believe that the murderer preyed on their travellers. He may provide them with help to gain trust."

"Assuming that the four missing persons met the same murderer, it is very likely that he has already identified his next target by now."

……

"Would you like another drink, Sir?" Triton pushed the wine glass, half propped up on the bar counter and stroked his long hair casually, which was half dry under the scorching sun and fell loosely on his shoulders.

"I like it when you call me that." The young man lifted a strand of Triton's long hair and kissed gently, "I'mCharles, CharlesLuvet."

"Charlie?" Triton tilted his head and called out, taking a sip of the wine in his glass, "Nice to meet you."

The sea monster's long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings to fly, and the slight slackness between the eyebrows and eyes was also unique. The young man seemed to be tempted and couldn't help but reach out and want to touch that fair cheek. Man draws away when he is about to meet.

"My companion is calling me." Triton gestured to a few people standing on the other side, including old and young, men and women, probably a tour group or something.

The young man let out a sigh of regret from his throat, and forced a smile: "Then... goodbye?"

"Goodbye." Triton winked at him, and stuffed a key card into his swimming trunks with a smile, "Enjoy your time!"

"..." The young man stroked the door card with his head down, staring at Triton's leaving back with dim eyes, "Goodbye..." he murmured, his accent was no longer that of New Orleans, but gradually changed to British pronunciation like Triton.

"goodbye……"

……

"Have a good chat?" Gideon asked, he went ashore after swimming in the water for a while, so he watched the whole process of Triton's "hooking up".

Although Triton's sexuality question was a bit unexpected, as a well-informed former chief profiler and senior FBI agent, he was surprised and quickly accepted the fact within three seconds.

"Hmm, it's quite interesting." Triton smiled and blinked, "It should be said...very interesting."

At this moment, there is no trace of fatigue on his face, and his face is full of interest.

Young man... Gideon sighed in his heart, but didn't say much, just reminded: "Be careful."

A one-night fling is not much of a problem without a regular partner, especially in this open country.

"I know I know." Triton shook the phone at him, "So I'm reporting to Mr. Police."

He smiled brightly like a cat stealing fish, and Dr. Reid's cell phone was connected on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?" Hearing the phone ring, Reid glanced at the caller ID, put down the pen that was doing geotagging and pressed the call button, "Mr. Triton?"

"Dr. Reid." Triton narrowed his eyes, pronouncing a polite address lingeringly, which attracted the attention of an experienced old profiler, "I just met a very interesting person."

"Huh?" Reid responded inexplicably, holding the phone in one hand and waiting for Triton's next message, and picked up the marker pen in the other to continue his work just now.

"You are so cold." Triton smiled lowly, "Can't you be more enthusiastic?"

Reid paused, sighed, "I'm working, Mr. Triton."

"I know." Triton ordered a glass of juice for himself, biting the straw and mumbled, "I'm helping you with your work."

"Mr. Triton, I'm very busy now, if nothing else..."

"OK! ok!" Triton rubbed his nose and sighed at his incomprehensible cuteness, and quickly changed the topic to the main topic, "I met a very interesting Mr. Police Officer, Officer Charles Luvet from New Orleans."

"What?!" Reid was taken aback, and immediately realized something, "Is he still with you now?!"

"It's gone." Triton looked at the bar with a straw in his mouth, and there was no one there. "But don't worry, he should come to me tonight."

There was a faint smell of food on the young man's body. Although it was very faint, it was almost exactly the same as yesterday's "Black Pepper Steak". The smell was very appetizing.

"It seems that he likes me very much." Triton said with a smile. The sea monster has a near-absolute attraction to humans with a dark side hidden in their hearts, and the longer they get along with them, the greater the dark side in their hearts. The stronger the force, the more irresistible it will be, until the final sinking is beyond redemption.

"Where are you now?" Reid's tone became serious.

"By the swimming pool of the hotel." Triton collapsed on the deck chair and laughed, "Maybe you should come here to enjoy the sun too, the sun here is really great."

"Wait for me over there, we'll be right over." Reid hurriedly finished the sentence, hung up the phone and rushed out of the office.

"I know where the prisoner is!"

After hanging up the phone, Triton shrugged his shoulders to Gideon, who had subtle eyes, and said helplessly: "As I said, my luck always seems to be a little bit bad."

Either he was regarded as a prisoner, or he was targeted by a prisoner. Although he had heard a lot of Triton's "great achievements" from BAU, Gideon was still amazed at Triton's magical luck. This kind of probability was rare in his many years of detective career. .

"Be careful." After thinking about it, Gideon could only tell Triton, "Especially your personal information."

"Don't worry." Triton gave him his trademark innocent and pitiful "Lamb of God" smile, and said, "I told him my name is Gideon."