Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Someone bought a knife in a thrift store. It had a narrow blade with a sharp edge and a beautiful engraving on the handle. The price tag was slightly more expensive than its table knife relatives. Brass is not gold, but the classic and unique shape has increased its value a lot.

He has been looking at it for a long time, and among the dozen or so shops, only this one is the one he likes the most.

Then before it was dark, he carefully polished it with a whetstone until he could easily cut through the thick cowhide, wrapped it in cotton cloth and stuffed it into his arms, pulled up his hood and walked into the crowded crowd of Hollywood.

He has weapons, he has hunting grounds, all he needs now are human sacrifices, his gods are not picky, but pure and flawless maidens are the best, their blood is fragrant and their souls are clean, and they cannot be more pleasing.

Where is he going to find such a girl? He walked around anxiously, his eyes wandering and falling on every woman he could see.

No no, this is too old.His eyes flicked to the woman across the street.

This doesn't work either.The woman walking in front of her was too slender.

what about this?No, no.He sighed and looked in another direction.

His time is running out, so act quickly.

Suddenly, he smelled a burst of fragrance, like orchid musk, with the sweetness and innocence unique to young girls, just like the book said, "like the unblooming roses and roses in the garden of the gods."

found it.

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Triton was having dinner with the BAU group. They watched a very wonderful opera. The ups and downs of love, hate, love and hatred, and the magnificence and heroism of each song made people feel excited. Until the dinner, Garcia was still talking about those beautiful and complicated operas with great interest. Dresses and jewelry, ready to add some classic gadgets in your cloakroom.

Like a cute little hat? Garcia said the heroine's veiled hat decorated with lace and white roses was so heart-warming.

So the girls chatted and made an appointment for a shopping mall carnival on the weekend, and they also made an appointment for Morgan to help carry the bags.

Of course, JJ will bring a bag carrier.

Therefore, JJ was teased by Emily for a few words, and of course she quickly counterattacked wittily.

The girls chatted happily, and the men left behind on the other side were not lonely. Triton is always good at adjusting the atmosphere, making the topic take care of everyone when there is no silence, and at the same time paying attention to whether his human cup is empty Now, how many French fries are left? Quickly pour drinks or order another order of French fries.

And this kind of reaction also made Morgan, who was quite wary of him, slightly eased his attitude.

They were talking about the case that BAU just concluded. The victims were all young actors struggling at the bottom of Hollywood. There are a large number of knife marks left after death to vent anger.

From this, BAU speculates that the murderer is a frustrated low-level actor. He is depressed in both life and work. He is introverted and shy. He may suffer from interpersonal communication barriers. He has accumulated a lot of pressure in his daily life and the trigger point may be lost. Easy to get roles.

"It's that case..." Triton thought for a while and said, "I heard from a director I know that the supporting role he found with great difficulty seems to be a victim of this case, so he had to delay the start for more than ten days. And almost lost the investment."

"And what happened to it?" Rossi asked. "He got another one?"

"Almost." Triton shrugged his shoulders, "He already had a second choice actor, if he hadn't been entangled in the compensation issue for two days, he might have started the job sooner, although it's a pity, but this may be your last I saw this girl on the big screen for the first time." He said lazily, "Hollywood doesn't like girls who are too ambitious."

"Wait, wait." Morgan interrupted him with a frown, "You said it was a girl?"

"That's right, the lead actress in Director Louise's latest film." Triton said, "Any questions?"

"What's her name? I mean the deceased." Rossi also realized that something was wrong, and asked with a frown.

"Well...I remember it was Lynn...Lynn·Antonia. It took almost ten years in Hollywood to get such a good role." Triton recalled the name that was casually mentioned by others when he was chatting from the depths of his memory. , "poor girl."

"No..." Reid muttered to himself, "There is no Lynn·Antonia."

"What's wrong?" Triton asked, "You're all so serious."

"There is no Lynn Antonia among our victims," ​​Reid said. "The only female victim is over [-] years old, and the role she just got is also the protagonist. When did you hear the news?"

"Hmm... about a month ago?" Triton said with a frown, "I remember I was preparing a manuscript for the editor at that time." He took out his phone and looked through the calendar, "It should be July [-]th, she probably Died on June [-]."

"A disfigured face with stab wounds?" Rossi asked.

"I'm not sure." Triton said, "But I heard that the body was destroyed badly, and the director took a lot of effort to suppress the news. I thought you guys knew about her."

"And since he's so sure of being one of the victims, I think he should be," he continued.

"In fact, the death date of the first victim we found was July [-]th, Lynn Antonia may have been buried before that." Reid suddenly stood up, "The first victim does not match our calculations .”

"The killer is still awaiting trial," Rossi said. "Looks like we're going to have to talk to him again."

"Then," Morgan raised his voice for the girls to look over, "Rossi, you and Emily can talk to the murderer again, Garcia, go back and call up all the information about Lynn Antonia's case, we need to know why she was missed Go, Reid, you go to re-examine Lynn Antonia's body with the forensic doctor, she is likely to expose more problems, JJ, you contact Hotch, he may have to come back."

"I need to contact the director." Morgan turned to Triton after simply assigning the task, "Can you provide his contact information?"

"No problem." Triton directly took out his mobile phone and sent the contact information to Morgan, "This is his mobile phone number, I will tell him about it later, but it happens to be the most important period for filming, so ..." He spread his hands helplessly, "It may take some effort to get something out of his mouth."

"Thank you." Morgan nodded and stood up, "It seems that our vacation has to end early."

"I'll send you guys there." Triton stood up, picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair and shrugged it on, "It just so happens that I have to prepare materials for tomorrow."

"Then... goodbye." Reid pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you today."

"I'm very happy today." Triton smiled and opened the door for him, "Don't work too late at night."

"I...try my best." Reid touched his nose and said not very confidently. With such an accident in the case, it is difficult for him to guarantee how much his workload will be today.

Triton waved his hand, watched the car go away, then turned around and straightened his clothes, yawned, and walked leisurely towards the hotel. It was almost time for the manuscript to be submitted this month, so he had to think about what to write .

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Well, let’s start with an uninteresting story. The main character is still a knight, that hapless knight wandering the world. His armor has been in disrepair for a long time, and the edges and corners are full of rust. He walks on the wilderness, which is too wide. , He walked for an unknown period of time and could not find anyone to shelter him temporarily. He was tired, hungry and exhausted, so he could only sit under a big dry tree to rest for a while.

At his feet was the skeleton of an unlucky traveler, and the empty eye sockets were like black holes trying to suck him in. The knight sat carefully away from the skeleton, and sat on the ground with a cloak cushion—he Only then did he notice that the dead tree was full of crows and vultures, eager to wait until the knight died to enjoy a delicious meal.

Along the way, the flesh of the traveler's corpse was eaten clean, and the shiny decorations on his body were picked up by crows and used as nesting materials. Only the white bones were left exposed to the wilderness, which became the decoration of this desolate wilderness.

Of course, there were also some gems and the like that were picked up by passing travelers as trophies. If they could make it to the next city alive, it would be considered a windfall.

The knight was not interested in these things, he just wrapped his cloak tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, little black bean is ready to rush down to have a bite at any time.

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It was not dark yet, someone lowered his hood and carefully followed the girl in front. His footsteps were not fast, and he only ensured that the girl was still in his sight. As he walked, he rubbed the knife in his arms and wrapped the blade The cotton cloth was half-wet with the sweat from his palms, he was always hesitant the first time, he stopped in a daze for a moment, but when the girl turned to the next corner, he suddenly regained his senses and followed closely. Stopping and walking was actually covered in cold sweat.

"Calm...Calm..." He swallowed and tried to persuade himself not to be too nervous, he told himself that he could do it, he was very good, just a little bit, just a little bit.

As they walked, the number of people gradually decreased, and the girl gradually turned into a remote alley. She was going to take a shortcut to go home, so he followed him more carefully. It was still dark, and there were always a few pedestrians passing by. The hood was drawn lower, and the knife in his hand was gripped tightly.

The girl turned to a narrow alley, which was a very small alley. There was no one there, no monitoring and no street lights, and the bustling market was on the other side of it. He took a deep breath, knowing that this might be his only chance today.

Fight!He gritted his teeth and pulled the knife out of his pocket, rushed over, closed his eyes, and stabbed the girl heavily in the back.

Blood spattered his hand, and he heard the girl's screams, which brought him back to his senses, hurriedly wrapped the knife and stuffed it back into his clothes, and left quickly along the way he came with his head down, before he even had time to check Asking how his "work" was, he shivered and wrapped himself in his coat and rushed forward without looking dull.

The blood was still sticky on his hands, and the slippery ones seemed to carry the heat from the girl's life force, which made him shiver. He slammed the door shut and buried himself in the quilt, " Hoho" sound.

Killing is not always as simple as imagined. The scene that has been rehearsed countless times in the mind, once it is intertwined with reality, it will only bring fear and nausea from the bottom of my heart.

He tried harder to cover his head with the quilt, and there were large patches of bright red in the darkness in front of his eyes.