Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Triton’s seaside villas have a very good view—especially the one in the sea, where large swaths of coral are colorful and meandering, and fishes of various colors shuttle among them. You can see flying birds passing by in the air, a black shadow lightly touches the water surface, and takes away a small unlucky fish. The fish panicked for a few seconds, but it was not a big deal, so they quickly returned to laziness attitude.

In the past few days, the fish have found new toys other than the coral bushes. The siren's long hair is soft and smooth. When they are scattered in the sea, they are always willing to swim back and forth in it, and sometimes they will gather around in groups. Walking around with the Triton, and even snuggling into the gaps in the stretched scales between the bright blue fish's tail, even the less ticklish siren had to swim with his tail for a while to get rid of these annoying little things.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Triton's voice fluctuated with the waves like singing in the sea. He leaned over and tapped the head of the little fish with its pointed tail that had been persistently biting his own. The scales shook and he threw it out. Fortunately, the Kraken's tail is still strong, leaving no marks.

The gills behind his ears fluttered twice, expelling a small string of air bubbles, slowly floating towards the surface of the sea, bursting before touching the sun, and melting into the sea water.

In summer, Triton doesn't swim too far, the distance he can swim back and forth is no more than a few tens of kilometers, and it doesn't take long to go back and forth.

In autumn and winter, most single sea monsters will choose to go back to the deep sea to spend, so spring and summer have become their social season. There are always greeting messages from all over the world in their mobile phones and computers, and there are a few owls from time to time Or golden eagles traveling across oceans to bring letters written in parchment and quills.

The ghost knows why those wizards still like these things that should be eliminated in the Middle Ages so much.

It was for this reason that he could not swim too far, so as not to miss any important news—if he frequently crossed the entire Atlantic Ocean to play in the far East like in autumn and winter, the old housekeeper would definitely become anemic with anger.

Triton was in a good mood because he'd just spoken to his humans on the phone a few hours earlier - though it was just a greeting call - so he let those daring fish take a break between his hair, On the bare back, there is also a little sea turtle who is tired from swimming not long after it has just hatched and entered the sea to rest.

After a few ten minutes, he heard the voice of the old steward at sea calling him. Vampires always have some special tricks, such as ultrasonic waves that can spread far away, and sea monsters always have some unusual small abilities, such as being able to hear sound waves that humans cannot hear. .

Triton flicked his tail to drive away the fishes that came up again, and swam slowly towards the surface of the sea.

The little turtle on his back flipped over and rolled twice on the soft sand on the bottom of the sea. Before he could react, he was entangled by the octopus that had been waiting for a long time. It became the hunter's meal in a few seconds. .

The sea monster's long fish tail draws elegant and beautiful waves, and the scales flicker, and the sharks swimming around here retreat one after another.

A guy who is too leisurely in the sea will be eaten.

This side of Kraken spends its days lazily, but that side of BAU is not very comfortable. When I opened my eyes early in the morning, I saw a freshly discovered corpse. It was still in the posture of a man and a woman side by side with their hands folded, as if lying peacefully on Potter's back. Lan is in the construction of the amusement park castle adventure project.

"Go in, the forensics personnel are still collecting evidence." Agent Pogue pushed away the reporters and crowds and led Reid and Morgan into the castle. He looked even more sad today, and the folds on his forehead could almost kill flies—— It's not his fault. The last time such a vicious case happened in Portland was several years ago. The pressure from the media and his superiors was enough to keep this man who was about to enter a midlife crisis awake at night.

His partner was investigating inside, but the flashing lights and questions of those reporters gave them more headaches than the weird corpse.

"This old castle is one of the theme projects of the amusement park. It is undergoing basic equipment maintenance. The body found by the worker who came to work early this morning is being recorded by the police." Detective Pogue said, "With The victim was the same as last time... You should be mentally prepared."

Two corpses were lying side by side in the center of the banquet hall on the second floor of the old castle. They were wearing classic dresses and looked extremely calm with their hands folded.

Reid squatted down and looked at the victim's clothes while muttering to himself: "linen drawers, scarves, vests, sleeves..." Then he looked at the clothes of the female victims, "lace ribbons, embroidery... lo Coco..." The more he talked about it, the tighter his frown became, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

"Hey, Kid?" Morgan patted him on the shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Reid glanced at him and stood up on his knees. "The era is wrong." He said, "Their clothes are a typical Rococo style, and this style will not become popular until the eighteenth century." .” And the clothes worn by the two victims above were still in the style of the Renaissance in the fifteenth century.

"According to the profile, the murderer should have a good understanding of the clothes of the classical period, and it is absolutely impossible to make such a mistake." Reid frowned and thought, "There must be something wrong."

"Maybe he doesn't know that well either?" Morgan said. "A lot of people who don't know enough will get it wrong."

"No...not right..." Reid paced back and forth and gritted his teeth, "It's hard for people with half-knowledge to do it so perfectly. Although the ages are different, there is nothing wrong with their clothes, accessories, and makeup, which requires a lot of information. People who don't understand will never put this on him." He pointed to the shoes on the man's feet, which were a pair of delicate high-heeled shoes, with colorful silk threads embroidered with complicated patterns on the shoes, and pearls sewn on the toe. The side is inlaid with gemstones. If you don't mention it, most people will probably recognize it as a pair of women's shoes.

In the eighteenth century, however, it was indeed a fashion among men.

"The murderer must be very familiar with these times..." Reid pondered, "These years must have meant something to him..."

"Reid," Morgan called out to him, "Look at this."

A rose fell from among the moved corpses, and it seemed to be showing signs of withering, but it was still a delicate rose. The bright red color fell on the corner of the silk skirt, complementing the pattern of silver embroidery.

They were also old clothes. The parts that didn't fit were simply cut and sewn together so that they matched the victim's figure just like a tailor-made dress.

According to Garcia's information, the deceased was also a loving couple. The two young people were excellent and young, and they were enthusiastically planning their future.

That's right, like the previous couple who died, they were getting married.

But neither the wedding planning company they were looking for nor the honeymoon they were planning had any intersection. One couple wanted a grand wedding in a church and then went to Europe for their honeymoon, while the other planned a warm wedding. For a country wedding, go to the snow country in the north to enjoy the natural scenery.

The thread is broken again.

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"welcome."

The business of this small shop on the street corner is not very good. There is only one order in ten days and a half month.

It's just that the hot hearts of young people are often not so easily quenched by cold water.

"Excuse me, is it possible to engrave rings here?" The young man who walked in the door shivered from the air-conditioning in the room, and asked while lying in front of the counter.

The boss who was working hard in front of the workbench raised his head, "What ring?"

"This is it." The young man took out the ring box that had been in his pocket for a long time and opened it. There were two rings inside. "Engrave your name on it, engrave 'Amy' on the men's ring, and 'Joe' on the women's ring."

"What about the font? What do you want?" the boss asked, but seeing the young man's expression, he knew that he hadn't considered such a thing at all, so he took out a large booklet and handed it to him, "Choose it yourself."

"Hmm... Let me see..." The young man opened the booklet, and spent a long time choosing one of the dazzling fonts on each page.

"Is this right?" The boss pondered for a moment, and quoted a fair price, "Pay half of the deposit first, and pick it up in three days."

The price was within the young man's budget, so he nodded readily and paid - the jewelry store where he bought the ring certainly provided engraving services, but the labor cost was already for the sparkling diamonds on the ring and the It's still too expensive for a young man whose partner's future love nest has exhausted his savings. Compared with this small gold and silver processing shop located on the corner of Portland Street, it is much more cost-effective.

The boss put on his glasses and handwritten a receipt and pick-up list to him. The young man put the receipt away with great care, and ran out of the shop excitedly, like a bird released from a cage.

During this period of time, he had to think carefully about how to make a beautiful marriage proposal to his beloved girl.

Really young isn't it?The boss curled up his lips, put the ring away and limped in with a cane. There was a young man working in the workshop inside. steamer.

"Do you have business?" The young man put down the spray gun and raised his head, wiped his sweat with the hem of his T-shirt and turned around to ask.

"Another young man who has been dazzled by love." The boss smiled and handed the ring to the young man, and said the customer's request, "Recently, there has been a lot of this kind of business, and the churches in Portland are in short supply."

"The priest will be happy if there is business." The young man also laughed, "I will do well, don't worry."

"Will I still worry about you?" the boss said, "But if you are willing to have a good relationship with the girl sometime, I will be really relieved."

"I don't have the heart to think about it at this time." The young man sighed, took off his gloves and supported the boss, "Go and rest first, I'll just watch the store for the rest of the day."

"All right, all right, I'll let you get acquainted with the business in advance." The boss smiled and pushed the young man's hand away, "I can still walk by myself, don't worry."

The young man rubbed his nose and watched the owner staggering out of the shop, a decent looking man at all times, wearing an old-fashioned three-piece suit, leather shoes polished to a shine, tortoiseshell glasses and gray hair. If you make a mistake, you have to straighten your back as much as possible to go out, even on crutches.

He was a prince when he was young, elegant and handsome, and he was still the same when he was old.

After the young man was stunned for a while, he went to the door and turned the "open" sign to the "closed" side, and returned to the lounge to continue his work.

The sign made of iron and a little bit of broken gold outside the door is shining in the sun, and the name of the store is morphed into a ring, enclosing a small crown.

——happily ever after.

Unfortunately, life is never a fairy tale.