Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The sun on the seaside is very good today, and the position close to the water surface can feel the warmth of the sun penetrating the water surface and shining on the skin. The fish tail lightly flicks each scale and stretches happily, creating ripples in the water.

Triton saw the bright orange mark on the bottom of the water boat from a distance, and turned around and swam over.

It was a very small boat, only for one person. As he swam close, he noticed the hook with the bait dangling in the water, so he pulled a handful of the hook and turned around again before reeling in the rod. You Kai ran to the other side of the boat, stretched out his hands and climbed to the surface of the water.

"How's the harvest today?" He asked with a smile.

"Not very good." The old housekeeper on the boat replied, "I didn't catch any baits, let alone lost several baits."

"Okay, you have to be patient." Triton blinked, and a few tiny drops of water fell from his long eyelashes, "Is there anything you can do with me?"

"Mr. Renard's phone call, if you don't want to be hated by narrow-minded witches, it's better not to ignore it." The old housekeeper said with a smile. Today he wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and a Hawaiian-style pattern. wearing a black three-piece suit, sitting on the small plastic bench of the boat and fishing with a fishing rod.

"I don't believe Sean is a bad boy who complained to his mother." Having said that, Triton still picked up the phone on the boat, "You said so, Cap?"

"I always remember your help to us, UncleTriton." On the other end of the phone, Sean Renard, the new chief of the Portland Police Department, observed the BAU members outside who were sorting out the case materials and preparing to release the profile, and responded with a measured tone The sea monster asked casually.

Even in the United States, he and his mother were able to spend their childhood and youth in peace without being persecuted by the royal family. Even when they arrived in the United States, they still provided a lot of convenience, which is still unexplored. He never dared to be too indifferent to the fish behind him.

"The older you get, the less cute you are." Triton flicked his fishtail and changed his posture, leaning his back on the side of the boat, and sighed decently. How sweet it is, especially every time I fail in the exam..."

"Uncle Triton..." Captain Renard called him helplessly, reminding him not to keep digging up the old accounts from 800 years ago, but to know that a man over thirty does not want to be forced to recall that he failed Latin at the age of eight or nine Ask Triton to help him with the parent-teacher meeting—at that time, he thought Triton would become his stepfather.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Triton also knew that he would accept it as soon as he saw it. After teasing his friend's son who didn't look like a little angel when he was a child, he patted his tail and asked contentedly, "Is there anything you can do with me today?"

"The Hound appeared in Portland yesterday." Renard said seriously, "Not long after Mr. Reid arrived."

The king of Portland has always known his territory well.

Hearing this news, Triton's face darkened, "Can I think that... the royal family wants to attack my humans?"

"Although I don't want to speculate on my father and brother's thoughts like this, I think so." Renard said, he was trying to sow dissension and wanted to draw the Kraken, who has always been neutral and unhelpful, into his camp, and he only had Green's one. The hole cards weren't enough to tilt the balance of victory in his favor, but a siren?

That is enough to directly determine the outcome of this war.

"I really don't want to think that way, Sean." Triton's voice on the other end of the phone was cold, with a faint hint of gloom, "in view of the 'deep friendship' between me and your ancestors."

He didn't bother to care about the intricate and messy fight between the human Wesson and Green, but he never minded chopping off the claws that touched his bottom line.

"I'll keep a close eye on Mr. Reid," Renard said, "like a Grimm and a Blutbad?"

"Vegetarian werewolves and newly awakened Grimm?" Triton snorted. "You'd better pray that nothing happens to my humans from now on."

"I believe in their power," Renard said, "with all my heart."

"Then I hope you didn't choose the wrong person." Triton hung up the phone and threw it back on the boat. He leaned against the side of the boat for a while and then dived into the water.

"gone back."

"Follow your order, sir." The old butler replied with a smile, and made a call to ask the servants at the villa to pack their things. By the way, he notified Renard who had just hung up the phone to prepare for his Uncle Triton.

As for him?

Alas, an old man like him is not at all suitable for long-distance travel, and it is more suitable for those with old arms and legs to go fishing, rowing, and holding an umbrella to bask in the sun.

Of course, he would silently pray in his heart that Triton's trip would go well.

The fishing rod that was thrown out trembled, and he successfully picked up the first fish of the day with one hand.

What a beautiful day.

On the other hand, Renard hung up the phone and walked out of the office. After walking two steps, he noticed that the mobile phone in his pocket was vibrating, so he took it out to have a look, then stuffed it back, and nodded to Hotch, "Please start."

Hotch looked around to confirm that the personnel were basically present and said: "The first thing to declare is that what we want to release is only a preliminary profile, and this profile will be revised at any time as the investigation progresses."

"The murderer we are looking for is a white male between the ages of 40 and [-]. He is calm, organized, not easily angered and can even be considered a very friendly person in daily life, which allows him to easily Gain the victim's trust and go in and out of the dump unnoticed."

Immediately afterwards, Rossi continued: "He should have a car to transport the corpses, not a very conspicuous and large truck, maybe an ordinary family car, and since he has imprisoned two pairs of victims at the same time for about ten days, He has at least two separate properties where he imprisoned his victims, he does not live in seclusion, but pays attention to those who live alone but buy a lot of food and daily necessities."

Emily said: "In fact, the murderer regards everything he does as a show, an art, and murder is just a means to achieve it. He carefully selects his victims, spends time with them, and satisfies some of his desires." Then killing them, grooming them, putting them in the right place, it's all part of his fantasy, so nothing can go wrong."

"He knows the culture of the classical period very well, at least he has a deep research on the costumes of that period. Pay attention to those who choose courses or degrees such as classical history. He is not necessarily a student, but he will be better than all students in this course. Try to focus."

"We think the murderer was engaged in a delicate and crafty job, gold and silver work, jewelry making, sculpture, etc., but he only had some information about clothing making, and he was not very good at needlework."

"Why?" A police officer asked, "How do you know?"

JJ replied: "Based on our research on the clothing on the victim, the clothing was made decades ago, and although we don't know how these clothes were handed down to the murderer, we tend to inherit them from his parents. It is also possible that his knowledge of making clothes came from his parents, so he could cut and modify the clothes to fit the size of the victim, but he could only stitch them with the simplest of stitches."

"Compared to these jewellery, their overall workmanship is very fine, and the age of their general formation is actually similar to that of clothing, but many repairs and decorations were completed recently, and the techniques used also require long-term professional learning."

Emily went on to say: "The case started in the last half month. Something must have stimulated him half a month ago. His lover may have left him on the eve of or after the wedding, which made him feel betrayal and despair of marriage. Something about the victim—like their relationship or impending marriage—became the trigger for him to risk discovery by imprisoning two pairs of victims at the same time, which we all know is difficult."

Hotch said: "This is a list of jewelry stores and handmade shops in Portland. Please be sure to ask these people carefully if they know someone similar to the description. Thank you."

He said that Emily and Rossi distributed the list. Of course, Renard also got one. He saw a lot of familiar names on it, all of them were Wesen (Wesen) who lived in Portland.

"Do you have any clues?" Rossi asked, noticing the slight change in Renard's expression at that moment.

"It's just a few acquaintances." Renard replied, "I'll call and ask later, maybe they know something."

"We plan to hold a press conference later to remind citizens to be vigilant," Hotch said. "I hope you can attend if you can."

Portland City's recognition of the police department is unexpectedly high, and the participation of the police chief will undoubtedly increase the public's attention to the case.

"No problem." Renard nodded, "Is there anything I need to emphasize?"

"Let the public pay attention to their travel safety, especially couples." Hotch said, "Although it is difficult for us to rule out the religious factors in the case based on the information from Reid from the scene, please try to downplay this as much as possible when speaking. I don't want to cause more panic."

"I see." Renard expressed his understanding. He and BAU had a great time cooperating. He completely delegated power to them and suppressed the dissatisfaction in the police station. On the one hand, there was certainly Reid's reason in it. He is well aware of the meaning, and on the other hand, considering the specialization in the art industry, BAU must be more professional in dealing with serial killers than his subordinates. Portland is already undercurrents, and the sooner this kind of incident is resolved, the better. Well, that group of restless Wesson and Green, who has just awakened, will make something happen to him at some point.

——If a certain Green who had just awakened in the distance felt something, his nose twitched several times, and he couldn't help but sneezed loudly.

Police Officer Pogue was startled by the sound of sneezing. When he turned around, he saw his colleague Nick squatting in the car not far from them. Out of love for his colleagues, he walked over and said something concerned, "Nick?! Why are you here? Where's Hank? Why isn't he with you?"

"..." Nick Burkhardt, a senior police officer of the Portland City Police Department and a novice green, greeted the curious gaze of a certain FBI doctor standing behind his colleague, and silently knocked his head on the steering wheel.

Can he say that he was entrusted by Police Chief Sean Renard to follow him 24 hours a day, ah, to protect this "key object of care"...