Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Creatures like sea monsters, although they are cold-blooded and arrogant, lazy and indifferent to egoism, and their recipes are not very popular, but no human being can deny their charm. The deadly, dangerous and confusing attraction is enough to Let anyone willingly go crazy for it.

At midnight, someone quietly opened the door of Triton's room. He was wearing gloves so as not to leave more fingerprints. The room card to open the door was given to him by "Gideon", so he was not worried about being found out. trace.

He heard the sound of water rustling in the bathroom, and the people inside should be taking a bath, so he hesitated and didn't go in—although taking a bath is very conducive to his sneak attack, to a certain extent, he was ashamed to see Same-sex naked bodies.

So he decided to wait in the room for a while. When he saw that there was wine in the wine cabinet, he took out two glasses and poured some. Only a small light was turned on in the room. The warm orange light was dim and ambiguous.

According to what was supposed to happen tonight, this arrangement was just right, and for him, it was just right.

Before each action, he would spend some time with those people, eating together, chatting, observing their habits, imitating their accents, imagining that he could get rid of this annoying body and truly become those people.

But all failed, he was always the same, cowardly and unlovable him.

It doesn't matter.He whispered to himself that he had found the best option.

He looked around the room. This is one of the best suites in the best hotel in Miami. A night here would cost him half a month's salary, not to mention the wine he just took out of the wine cabinet. It fetches prices at auction like gold leaf in a bottle.

Wealthy, elegant, free, that handsome young man has everything he desires, how can a person live so freely and freely?Not embarrassed by his different sexual orientation, just like any man who likes women on the street, he declares his preference with his head high and proudly faces the world.

How nice it would be if I were him.He fantasized obsessively, getting rid of this bad reality, getting rid of this dirty self, and becoming another person completely, another perfect person who matched all his dreams.

The idea was so tempting that he couldn't wait to put it into practice.

The sound of water stopped.

He saw a silhouette flash in the lighted bathroom, and someone pushed the door open.

The slightly wet black hair was pulled back behind his head, highlighting the man's clean and three-dimensional facial features even more. The bathrobe half-hidden the strong and powerful body underneath. He didn't panic when he saw someone in the room, just lazy He tilted his head slightly, showing a slight smile.

"Welcome, Charlie." The siren's voice was full of water vapor, just like his pair of clear and clear pupils, one could not help but be dazed if he made a wrong eye.

"I'm here." Charles...let's call him Charles for now, took a deep breath, responded with a smile, and very naturally picked up the poured wine and handed it to Triton, "Have a drink?"

Triton raised his eyebrows, took the glass in his hand and shook it, "Whiskey without ice? Actually, a glass of red wine is more suitable today." He said so, but he also raised the glass to Charles, Take a sip.

Charles deliberately raised the glass a few seconds later than Triton, and watched Triton's every move without blinking, from the position of holding the glass with his fingertips to the casual posture of leaning against the low cabinet, he carefully memorized everything in his heart.

Elegance and calmness are brought out from the bones, but movements can be imitated and learned.

"Whiskey is more suitable for you...Gideon." He whispered the man's name, as if facing a lingering lover.

"Really?" Triton ignored the muffled laughter in the headset, and continued with a calm demeanor, "Then this is the best for you." He took out another bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, opened it and poured half a glass.

"Why?" Charles asked.

"Because..." Triton put the wine glass in his hand, leaned on the side of his neck and took a deep breath, "It's very strong..."

Perhaps it was because this scene reminded Charles of some bad memories. His breath became intense and mellow, as if the wine that had been cellared for many years was once unsealed, and the strong aroma was overflowing. Compared with Lao Shizi's "black pepper Steak" is more to Triton's taste.

He missed the once magnificent sea lanes, those rough sailors laughed and went through the storm, and there were always boxes of wine on the unlucky overturned ships, the better ones were like brandy whiskey, and the worse ones were like inferior duo Pine nuts or rum, the wall of the bottle burst under the high pressure of the rolling sea water, and the wine liquid mixed with the sea water, giving the siren passing by a warm aroma of wine.

"It smells so good..." The spiritual power that belongs to the siren envelops Charles' fragile and pitiful soul. These people with dark hearts are always like this. They seem to be indestructible, but most of their souls are vulnerable to a single blow. , in an attempt to bury the fact that he is strong outside but hard at work.

And in their fragile memories, there are often luscious and sweet delicacies hidden.

Triton actually doesn't like to devour the dark emotions buried in memory. Most of the food that has been stored for a long time inevitably bears the traces left by the years. The spirit of the sea monster couldn't digest those memories, so he could only chew and spit it out, and his mouth was full of scum from time to time.

It can be seen that he does not like the plant called sugar cane very much.

But there is no way, the sea monsters who came to land in the new century can get less and less food, not to mention wantonly devouring dying and desperate souls like before, now even swallowing some dying negative emotions Be careful not to accidentally overeat and send someone to the police station.

However, human food provides very little energy for them. Without additional supplements, Triton often has to eat five or six times the amount of normal people's meals to maintain basic consumption, and at least five meals a day.

Therefore, for the Sea-Monster who has never eaten his last meal and is always hungry, a serial killer full of dark memories is simply a large chicken leg. Real drumsticks are good.

"Be quiet..." Triton held down the dishonest prey under his palm, his hand was so strong, it was like iron clamps that hurt people's shoulders.

But Charles couldn't feel the pain, he just felt something was being pulled away from him, so vivid that he completely ignored the other, he couldn't help recalling those dark past, Sadness and resentment welled up in my heart that had been silent for a long time, just like every time I recalled it before, but this time, those hatreds, those helplessness, seemed to be sucked away from my body by something, like a vacuum cleaner. Dust off the floor.

The anger in his heart gradually dissipated, and he didn't know where his resentment went. His brain gradually went blank, and he numbly watched the past unfold in front of him.

That was his past, but why couldn't it stir up waves in his soul?Everything became empty and disorderly, he seemed to be in the void, with soft clouds under his feet, no fear, no happiness, just like an empty shell floating, when he realized this, he subconsciously felt panic , but soon, even the panic was taken away.

Some kind of emotion that was neither joy nor sorrow filled his heart, and he looked around blankly, weeping uncontrollably.

Now that it's over, who's to blame?Taking him as a prisoner management in an attempt to correct his "rebellious" prison guard father?Sad and helpless sister?Or the cowardly and crazy self?

He watched the tears wet the carpet, but he didn't know why he was crying.

After all, he never regretted what he did.

He heard "Gideon" softly said: "It's ok." But he couldn't understand what it meant, and he didn't realize what happened until his hands were handcuffed with cold handcuffs. He stood up numbly and stared numbly. staring at the person in front of him.

In fact, he didn't know if he was staring at that person, his eyes drifted and couldn't focus, maybe he was staring at the bustling night scene of Miami behind that person.

"My name is... Steven Fitzgerald..." he murmured, "I'magay."

Admit it, just admit it as simple as that, for some reason, those shackles that had been tightly entangled with him like a nightmare disappeared, everything became so easy, and all the pain became so beautiful, he His struggles, his helplessness, and his longing are all so ridiculous, you see, just say such a simple sentence, no matter what others think.

Charles, ah no, Steven, showed a trance smile, followed the police and left without any resistance.

"Are you okay?" Reid, who hurried over from the next door, supported Triton who was shaking and was about to fall in time, and asked nervously.

He said that Triton should not be used as a bait to break the psychological defense of the prisoners to obtain the places where the remaining victims were dumped. Even if there are three more victims whose whereabouts are unknown, it is not the turn of Triton, who has nothing to do with the police, to do so. Lure the enemy deep.

But thinking so, Triton is really good at persuading others, and every word is justified. In the end, even Hotch and Gideon raised the white flag and asked him to be alone in the room with the prisoner.

Well, Dr. Reid didn't know how much Triton's shameless hints of mental power played a role in this process.

"I'm fine." Triton's tone was limp and weak, and his body was so limp that he had to rely on Reid to support him so that he wouldn't fall to the ground. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in water. Lianyan made his already pretty face even more...undecent.

"Just a little...drunk." He licked the corners of his lips and chuckled softly, and pulled the bathrobe a little further, "Just let me sleep..."

Reid looked at Triton, who was dizzy and delirious, and glanced at the whiskey that he drank a total of two sips, but he still gave up the complicated task of exploring Triton's drinking capacity

Strictly speaking, Triton was indeed drunk, but it had nothing to do with those two sips of whiskey. The siren's drinking capacity was not so low. The main reason why he was so groggy was the emotions in the prisoner's dark memory. The effect of the fermentation is comparable to a large bottle of high-strength spirits, or the strongest tequila. God knows he can't stand that one the most, so he will end up completely drunk if he doesn't care about drinking it.

Fortunately, his wine quality wasn't too bad... Triton patted his full stomach contentedly, thinking in his heart that half a month's rations were available, and fell dizzy into his human arms.

Is this really okay? Reid sighed, and hugged...half-supported and half-hugged him and put him on the bed.

Well, the pause had nothing to do with the fact that the Triton was too heavy for Reid to lift.

"Kid?" Morgan, who was packing up his things and was about to leave, called back to him, "Do you need to call the medical staff?"

"No, he should be drunk." Reid said after checking Triton's condition, "You guys go first, I'll take care of it here."

Interrogating prisoners is one of his few things, both Hotch and Rossi are more experienced than him, not to mention he can't just throw away the people who have helped him a lot.

You said please Gideon?The former agent refused to take care of Triton, a brat who used his name without his consent to make the BAU a joke for half a year.