Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Although the rocket launcher was beyond Triton's expectations for the enemy's weapon reserves, it is impossible to say that it will be seriously injured to such an extent. The sea monster will always have some small means to protect itself, but that will inevitably destroy his human body. Exposure to artillery fire, after all, the Kraken's defensive skills can only be used against itself.

I, or a human being, don't need to think about multiple choice questions at all.

A private ambulance with an inconspicuous black shell roared all the way to the hospital. Trustworthy doctors and nursing staff were already on standby, and they were pushed into the operating room as soon as the car arrived.

Reid looked at the red light outside the operating room, heaved a sigh of relief, his legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

The waiting time was always extremely long. He slowly moved to the bench beside him and sat down, buried his head between his knees, and sighed.

The feelings that could have been gradually faded away are really not clear after being so disturbed.

And his thoughts on Triton were also tossed into a mess.

Up to now, the number of meetings can be counted on one hand, and we know very little about each other. The other party has deep roots in a place he doesn't know, and he hasn't even put a second foot in the door of friendship, no How can we continue with this kind of emotion?

Dr. Reid, whose understanding of love is still at the stage of books, fell into fear and confusion.

He was the only one in the empty corridor, with the wind blowing through the hall, the half-dry blood stains all over his body were wet and cold, which made him unable to bear a chill from the bottom of his heart.

"Da", "da", "da", the sound of high heels in the corridor tapped rhythmically on the ground, someone came slowly along the corridor, and finally stopped beside Reid.

The first thing that enters the perception is the sense of smell. The plant musk extracted from the yellow sedge is slightly cool and sweet, and the smog reveals the gloomy and coldness of the incense. The unique softness and warmth, the golden curly hair hanging on the chest, the lip color of red bean paste and rose match perfectly with a dark dress, leaning against the wall and looking down at Reid, his wise eyes seem to be able to see through all his thoughts.

"Hello." Reid stood up and held out his hand. He had seen this woman before, at the coffee shop where he had a showdown with Triton, but no one had seen her since the attack.

"Hello, Dr. Reid." The woman slightly raised the corners of her lips towards him, her smile was full of mature and elegant charm, "I've heard you famous for a long time."

She is very elegant and gentle, with a bit of maternal tolerance in her gestures, and she can easily win the trust of others.

"Thank you." Reid thanked, sat down distractedly, and turned his gaze back to the bright red light in front of the operating room, anxious and uneasy.

"He'll be fine." The woman said, gathering her skirt and sitting next to him. "There's an old saying in the East that a calamity will last a thousand years. Even if he falls into hell, he will crawl out."

Her tone was very firm, which comforted Reid's somewhat bewildered heart. He took a few deep breaths and leaned back in the chair, still feeling something heavy on his chest that made him unable to breathe.

He doesn't want to talk, but it doesn't mean that the other person doesn't want to talk. The young lady witch beside him smoothed the corners of her chiffon skirt slowly, and asked abruptly, "You have a headache, don't you know why?" I will start chasing you."

Reid was stunned for a moment before realizing who she was talking about, glanced at the closed door of the operating room, and replied in disbelief: "No...it's okay."

The smile in the woman's eyes deepened, "I hope that guy didn't use his business skills on you." There was a bit of ridicule in her tone, which caused Reid to ask unconsciously: "Why?"

"Because the so-called Triton is a siren." She giggled, "Using any means to kill the entire crew on the bottom of the sea, never knowing what satisfaction is, such a bad paranoia is really a headache, isn't it?"

"If you want to reject him, don't be too heartless." The witch's long eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her lips curled into a sly arc. "Otherwise, I will be dragged into the bottom of the sea and die together."

Thank you, I have relentlessly rejected it once and Triton does not refer to the sea monster but the messenger of the sea in ancient Greek mythology, the son of the king of the sea, Poseidon and the queen of the sea, Amphitrite, who is usually represented as a mermaid, etc... ...Reid began to wonder if the Triton he knew was the same person as the one she spoke of. The siren who appeared in front of him was always a gentle gentleman without any sharp edges, and had nothing to do with words such as unscrupulous, paranoid, and cruel.

To be honest, it was more like a big, fluffy domesticated obedient dog.

"However, once in a while, I have to forgive the man who is dazzled by his first love." The witch tilted her head with a smile and looked into his eyes. "After all, their traditions are not very good."

"To be precise, it's like a beast, giving gifts to show off its strength, without any technical content." She complained half-truthfully, "It's really hard to watch."

The experienced witch unscrupulously laughed at her good friend who was old-fashioned and bad at chasing people, so Reid couldn't help but argue for Triton, "Actually... there are still merits."

"For example?" The witch raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Hmm..." Is it an anonymous email that is as scary as a stalker?Or is it the bad luck of meeting each other at the scene of the crime every time?Or is it a stressful and guilt-intensive sacrifice to protect each other? After thinking for a while, Reid replied with difficulty, "He's very serious."

Although the method is a little bit off, you can feel how hard that person is, and he is so careful that he is a little touched. If Triton hadn't been so careful, he wouldn't have been entangled in the way he is now. .

"Seriously?" The witch repeated it and then burst out laughing, "You really are a match made in heaven." She stroked the hem of her skirt and stood up, thought for a while and then said, "Then it depends on how serious he is." For your sake, give him another chance." She smiled and winked at Reid, "Although there are many shortcomings, it's hard to find a good-looking and obedient boyfriend these days."

Reid rubbed his nose, and resorted to his ultimate weapon in embarrassment—he selectively ignored her words, and got up and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Triton doesn't like others to see her weak." The witch took out a lipstick from her small Chanel satchel, touched up her makeup, and turned away with a swaying posture. "I don't want to go to see God so early."

Was it his misunderstanding of Triton's image, or was she some misunderstanding of Triton's image? Confused, Reid tasted the vicious version of Triton in the witch's mouth, and found that he couldn't imagine it at all, so he obediently stopped his increasingly strange thoughts and sat back on the chair to wait for the operation to end.

Perhaps the conversation just now distracted him from his panic, but this time his mood calmed down a lot, and his sluggish brain began to function again.

He began to replay all the pictures related to Triton in his mind, and used his energy to study carefully, analyze and study in detail, and tried to make a subjective judgment when there was insufficient information at hand.

That's right, subjective judgments, love is to a certain extent a good impression completely from a subjective point of view, and the brain starts to produce hormones related to it due to subjective impressions, which in turn promotes the deepening of this good feeling. This process is repeated, and also It is the germination of love.

Phenylethylamine stimulates the heartbeat at first sight, dopamine brings the joy and satisfaction of love, norepinephrine dominates the blood pressure and heartbeat that rise during intimacy, and endorphins make love still bring peace after the frenzy Warmth, vasopressin controls loyalty and trust.

Yes, yes, he understands all these principles, and he can even tell you that when you eat chocolate and peas, your brain will also stimulate the production of similar hormones. If you want to experience the sweetness of love, he just needs to go downstairs and buy a box of chocolates or frozen peas That's enough, there's no need to be entangled in guessing the mind of another person you don't know very well here.

It's troublesome and strenuous, and it may take a lot of time to engage in meaningless physical and psychological exchanges. Why don't you come to a box of chocolates, and you don't need to bear any risks except fat.

That's right, that's it.The little doctor in his heart pushed his glasses solemnly, echoing his thoughts.

Falling in love is worse than buying a box of chocolates.

Then, Dr. Reid, who thought so, stayed by Triton's bedside all night dishonestly, absent from work without reason for the first time in his life, until Hotch's call came and he didn't realize that he didn't ask for leave, and racked his brains in embarrassment I found a reason to explain why I would stay out at night and be late for work, and even now I can't go back.

But thank God Triton didn't hurt the internal organs and spine. Except for excessive blood loss and a hole connected to the front and back of the body, there was nothing serious. Reid checked to make sure that the wound was not open, and the person was honestly in a coma and had no fever. Wearily leaning against the bed and yawning.

So when Triton woke up, he saw his human lying on the side of the hospital bed in a drowsy sleep, with a blanket draped over his body, dark circles under his eyes hanging down to his chin, and hair scattered and half-long on the bed sheet. The strands just landed on Triton's fingertips, and the slight itchiness made him hook his fingers. The curly brown hair was slender and clear in the sun, forming a lovely curl on the fingertips.

The injury in the waist and abdomen is still throbbing, and the steel pipe is strung directly from the back to the lower abdomen, and the injury that can be turned into a grilled fish is not a fun thing, even when Triton went to save people by himself. Thinking that his luck would be so bad, he could only barely let the steel pipe avoid the internal organs and spine. After all, he didn't want to be a dead or paralyzed fish.

However, such a genuine "accident" made up for the small loopholes in the original plan, and brought his human beings one step closer to the net he had carefully set up, and even surprised him a little by being so close, even the injuries on his body didn't hurt that much up.

Well, it's not uncommon to be chased by killer whales in the sea and almost lose your life. As long as the injury can't die, it's not a serious injury, and the bubbles in the sea can be slowed down for a year or so.

In contrast, his humans are more important.

He looked sideways at Reid's drowsy sleeping face. Reid was really sleepy. After several days of high-intensity work and a night of worrying all-night nursing, even at first he might just want to use his strength by the bedside to sleep. When I fell asleep, most of my body was already lying on the bed. Thanks to the wide enough beds in the VIP ward, it is more than enough to sleep two people. If it were the small beds in the ordinary ward, I am afraid that Triton would have been squeezed under the bed long ago. .

It's so cute.The siren unconsciously licked the corners of her lips lightly, her half-closed eyes flashed a strange color, covered by the shadow cast by her slender eyelashes, she couldn't see clearly.

The human beside the bed trembled twice and muttered something inexplicably, half-opening their eyes and waiting for the return of consciousness.

Ah, still sleepy...