Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Portland Hospital received a seriously injured female patient, a suspected survivor of a serial murder case. This news successfully dragged everyone in BAU out of bed who had just fallen asleep for less than an hour, got up in a daze and got dressed rush to the hospital.

"The patient just had a miscarriage, and she was very frightened. Although she is out of danger now, she is emotionally unstable, and the anesthetic has not completely expired. She will feel very confused and may commit self-harm. .” Before entering the ward for interrogation, the doctor briefly informed them of the patient’s condition.

"Thank you." Hotch nodded, pushed the door open and walked into the ward with JJ.

At this moment, Reid and Rossi are asking people around the hospital to see if anyone can provide clues about the person who sent Amy to the hospital-

The nurse only remembered that it was a black car. It was too dark to see the signboard. The car stopped at the door for a few seconds and then drove away, leaving behind a seriously injured woman and an unregistered bank card sufficient to pay for the operation.

"That's most likely the murderer." Reid looked serious. "At first he wanted to treat Amy as usual, but he found out that Amy was pregnant."

"It completely ruined his fantasy process, so he was in a state of disarray," Rossi said. "First he went into a rage, and he beat Amy so badly that she had a miscarriage, and then—"

"Then he felt remorse." Reid interjected, "This remorse made him leave Amy at the gate of the hospital. He wasn't afraid that Amy would be in danger if she survived."

"Because Amy didn't see him at all." Morgan hung up the phone call from JJ and walked over. "She just remembers going out with her boyfriend, and on the way back her boyfriend Joe started feeling dizzy and unwell, and parked the car. A roadside break, a man with a mask rushed up and started beating them, Amy said she was knocked out after she was pregnant."

"The blood on Amy's hand should be her boyfriend's. The doctor detected a large amount of flunitrazepam in it." Emily hurried over with the test report given by the doctor, "So he will feel dizzy."

"Flonazepam is a benzodiazepine sedative and hypnotic drug, but it is relatively stable. Flunitrazepam has a stronger sedative effect and a higher chance of side effects. It is not commonly used in clinical practice, and flunitrazepam Sedative and hypnotics such as diazepam can not only lull people to sleep, but also interfere with people's memory. They can interfere with the production of new memories, making people unable to remember what happened within a period of time after taking the medicine, which is the so-called "adaptation". Sexual oblivion. Reid nodded. "Did they drink before driving?" "

"It's true that her boyfriend had a little champagne to celebrate the arrival of the new baby," Morgan said. "She was pregnant so she had orange juice."

"That's right," Reid said. "Flonazepam is poorly soluble in water but soluble in ethanol. We need to look at the restaurant they're eating at."

"That is to say, the murderer drugged them so that they could not resist being kidnapped by him because of the drug on the way back." Rossi analyzed, "However, Amy was not drugged at all because she was pregnant, and the murderer knew that she After being pregnant, instead of killing her, she saved her."

"Motherhood worships, but she also tends to be violent." Reid frowned, "Perhaps it was not his lover who hurt him, but his mother, or divorce or abandonment, which left a very deep childhood shadow on him. After he finished speaking, he paused, and took out the mobile phone that vibrated twice to look through it.

Rossi continued his words: "Then his treatment of the male victim was not a projection of himself, but his father, or his partner who had been abandoned by his mother. His parents were separated in childhood, and his mother may have treated him It was very good but he still chose to abandon his father and him, leaving the two of them to depend on each other, which triggered a love-hate relationship in his heart."

"His father loved him and his mother very much, so after his parents separated, he regarded her as a weak person in the emotional world and protected him, which made him have a distorted hatred for his mother as his father's partner." Morgan analyzed that he also had the experience of losing a loved one, and he had a better understanding of the psychology of such murderers, "but when he realized that it was his mother as his mother, love took over again."

"The homicide that started in the last half month... Maybe something happened to his father?" Emily speculated, "Originally, love and hate are balanced, but when father is in an absolutely weak position, he will become a guardian, And love prevents him from dealing with the real stimulus, so these couples become objects to vent."

"Everyone." Reid, who had been looking down at his phone, suddenly said, "I seem to know the meaning of the clothes and the era."

He shakes his phone——

I've seen reports of the case, and while it's rude to say so, I have to admit, they were dressed up like a fairy tale.

From. Triton

"The first pair of victims were found in the woods, dressed in renaissance clothes, the period when the fairy tale "Snow White" began, female victims with black hair and red lips, pale from blood loss... "

"Skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as ebony, ohgod..." Emily murmured, "She was killed by a hunter in the forest."

"And the place where the second pair of victims were found, if you ignore the amusement park, is a castle. The period when the Rococo style was popular was also the time when "Beauty and the Beast" was created by Madame Beaumont."

"Because of a rose plant torn apart by wild beasts..." Rossi recalled the scars on the woman of the second pair of victims that looked like they had been bitten by dogs.

"We're looking for a fan of fairy tales," Reid said. "It's not the era that really matters to him, but the fairy tales that originated in that era."

When I was young, I thought I was living in a happy fairy tale, but when the dream was shattered, the cruel mother, weak father, and the sudden change of life told the child that the brave prince and the kind princess eventually turned into a confused king and a vicious queen.

That being the case, why not end it all before it begins?

Wouldn't it be nice to stop everything at "the prince and princess lived happily together."

Snow White did not meet the seven dwarfs, was killed by a hunter in the forest, and slept with the prince, Beauty and the Beast also ended at the beginning, they had a rose, and a dance that never stopped in their sleep.

Only death can keep love alive.

Someone came home and saw his father lying on the bed in his best suit and leather shoes, with roses on the skirt of his suit and leather shoes, and his gray hair combed meticulously, as if he was going to a banquet.

But he was gone.

He couldn't bear to let the woman he loved the most in his life see him struggling to survive with a terminal illness, so he chose to end his life in a decent way behind his back.

Even if she never came to see him.

So those who were left behind were distraught, turned around and left the house.

Only death can keep love alive.

The shaky and mournful eyes became firm, and the car rushed up the street without hesitation by stepping on the gas pedal.

It's past midnight, before the morning sun shines, let him beat the costumed Cinderella back to its original shape with his own hands.

The villa on the outskirts of Portland is still brightly lit tonight. The owner of the villa, Mrs. Susan, is known for her brilliant investment vision and elegant taste for pleasure. A profligate party life, always surrounded by all kinds of young and handsome men.

Rich women are not short of compliments, even if those wives hate her humble background as a tailor, the snobbish snobbery who immediately divorced and swept away a lot of wealth when her husband is about to go bankrupt, and the absurd life of singing and singing every night, she has to face this absurd life. Smiling women with large sums of money in hand.

"People are already coming this way, do you need to call the police?" The man in the uniform of a waiter asked the young man standing in the corner in a low voice. No one knew when he came or who he was, but what? As for the relationship, he has a pretty face.

"Call, I'm afraid they won't be able to make it if it's too late." Triton leaned against the wall and shook the glass in his hand. Although the host of the banquet was so terrible that he turned off his appetite, the wine was not bad.

The siren sniffed the faint scent of wine in the cup, and quietly disappeared behind the curtains on the second floor.

Five minutes later, the human who committed many crimes will come here to kill his mother, and five and a half minutes later, the BAU team will come to the rescue.

He doesn't care about the cannibalism of human beings, and he has no interest in the complex and tangled inner world of the murderer, and he doesn't even have the appetite to taste it.

The only thing he cared about was his cute human being standing behind the team with a gun in a substandard pose.

Maybe it shouldn't be cute?The human aura watching him from behind the curtain frightened the murderer like a rainbow, coaxing and intimidating the murderer obediently disarmed the murderer, Triton raised his eyebrows, and suddenly wanted to kill him The impulse to hug those calm and wise eyes wantonly.

What to do, he seems to be a little bit unbearable...

Silently jumped down from the second floor to hang behind the departing police car, and the singing that humans couldn't hear frightened the young people who were about to move.

As for my own human beings, I still have to watch them myself to feel at ease.

In the villa left far behind him, the loyal servant of the Siren sighed, took off his tie, changed his clothes, and drove the limited-edition sports car in the garage back to the hotel.

I don't know when I can change my habit of leaving the car and running, sir...

After the prisoner was caught, the police station worked all night. Seeing that Reid was so tired that he was about to fall asleep standing up, Hotch asked him to go back to the hotel to rest first.

Whether interrogating prisoners or sorting out documents and materials, there is no shortage of him. BabyKid, who needs special entertainment all year round, should not stay up late and go to bed early.

Reid also knew what his current state was, so he didn't try to be too aggressive and got in the taxi that Officer Pogue called him.

"You look really bad, are the police so busy?" the taxi driver greeted.

Reid responded wearily, leaning against the car window with his bag in his arms, drowsy.

"Well, I wish you a good dream." The driver smiled and turned up the air conditioner a little.

"Goodnight, Dr. Reid."

Seeing Reid sleeping soundly in the back seat, the driver took off his peaked cap, revealing the delicate face of a siren.

Triton started the car and hummed the jazz of the early days. The sound was quiet, but it softened all the noises outside.

The taxi circled Portland again and again, running over the attackers in front, and turning the followers behind into fireworks. All the gunfire and blood.

The royal family didn't want to anger the Kraken, they just wanted to hold the human in their hands to contain him. The Kraken's obedience to human beings became his biggest weakness.

But what does it matter, he is willing to do so.

Triton showed a sweet and crazy smile, facing the hail of bullets and knocked over the cars in front of him.

It seems that compared to the bulletproof glass and special steel plate, the witch's special guardian defense magic circle is more useful.

……

Reid woke up in a chaotic shock, when he opened his eyes, he could only see darkness, with the smell of blood and gunpowder in his nostrils.

He was crushed under something, the taxi he was in probably overturned because of the smell of gasoline, and it was a very serious accident, but he was not injured at all.

Because someone protected him under his body, firmly blocking all the damage for him.

Something fell on the side of his neck and trickled down, it wasn't gasoline, and it wasn't raining, so it could only be blood. "Are you okay?" Reid asked, trying to move his body to see if he could Can't escape to get help.

But no, his leg got stuck.

"...Sorry." The hoarse voice that rang in his ears instantly blew the survival method that came out of his mind out of the sky.

"M...Mr.Tri...Triton?!" Reid stuttered, his brain went blank, and he was completely unable to respond to what happened. Why would someone who should be recuperating in the hospital appear here? !

"I brought you into this..." Triton's voice was broken, hoarse and weak, "I'm really sorry..."

"I just wanted...to see your..."