Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

To a certain extent, sea monsters are basically good at acting, and the change of temperament does not even require brewing emotions, and it is like a different fish in the blink of an eye.

"You smell of blood..." Triton said lightly, lowering his head slightly to sniff, "It's so sweet."

"This is the smell of offerings." Greg Davy subconsciously said, "This is the fragrance of roses from the Garden of God."

"Is that why it's so sweet?" Triton chuckled lightly, and the spirit of the moment they looked at each other invaded his soul.

It was more difficult than imagined, and Greg Davy's soul was unexpectedly tenacious, which made Triton look forward to the taste of "food" on him.

Maybe it will have a good taste.

The aura of the dead on Greg's body was still very strong. It should have been less than two hours after he killed someone, and the smell of rose water permeated his body, and it would disappear completely in about half an hour.

But enough.

Triton smiled and put Greg Davy's sluggish and fallen body aside with a smile. After eating the outermost "food", he cautiously probed a little inside. He hadn't had a good meal for a while. Now that I have the chance, I might as well eat a little more.

He saw Greg Davy's happy childhood, full of the taste of moldy cake so sweet to the throat, and then a bit bad boyhood, like bland sugar water, but it's not bad after a little sip, and finally the much-loved Mental illness tormented the youth who repeatedly struggled with himself, drinking and taking drugs in order to escape from reality, the memory was disordered, mad and disorderly, and the feasting and feasting were mixed with the sky and the sky, and it tasted like a carbonated drink, which crackled and exploded in the mouth.

Greg·Davy stared into Triton's eyes, blue-gray rendering more obscure shadows in the dim environment, he felt as if the misty and illusory song of the sea monster was really echoing in his ears, like the endless sea of ​​endless The waves hit the shore, and the reverberation filled his eardrums repeatedly, calling his name back and forth gently and warmly.

He naturally showed the kind of happy smile in the book, "like a devout seeing his god", and stretched out his hand to touch the corner of Triton's clothes.

In his eyes, everything has changed, here is no longer an empty parking lot, but a battlefield with blood in the wind, flags fluttering in front of his eyes, what he sees is no longer the writer in suits and ties, but the writer who Roaring West Wind, who was still wearing a silk robe on the battlefield, had a sneering and arrogant smile on his face, and his slender fingers were slightly red—the red of blood.

At this moment, he truly merged with the character in his fantasy.

Such a beautiful hand... He couldn't help thinking so obsessively, staring at the hand that the sea monster stretched out to him, until he felt the touch between his forehead - cold and painful.

He is really going to die... Greg Davy thought, a kind of sweet pain surged from the bottom of his heart, he is not afraid of death, he is with the character, and he will also return to the kingdom of God after death, he will be in the world Get eternity in the garden of God, and no longer be afraid of the troubles of the world.

He closed his eyes, really lost consciousness in a trance as if he had died, and saw the gate of the Kingdom of God open to him in the ignorance and darkness.

"You won't remember anything, right?" He heard the voice of the sea monster in his ear, and he nodded in response to the question in a trance, only to feel that everything had faded away, and his consciousness began to be confused. It's like returning to the period when I was addicted to drugs and alcohol, I can't remember anything, I can't think about anything, I can only lie on the ground in confusion, crying and laughing, feeling that my head is twisted together like a pot of paste .

Then something left him. This process was not uncomfortable, but a kind of relief. The struggle and anxiety that had oppressed him for a long time and made him nowhere to go suddenly disappeared. He had already escaped from the world. All kinds, the shackles are gone and reborn in the kingdom of heaven.

Greg·Davy let out a long sigh, as if he had handed over his soul.

"Good boy." Triton brushed his short blond hair with his fingertips, like a farmer brushing a harvested wheat field, with gentle eyes.

Sea monsters can't digest human memory, but they can delete a certain memory from human brains. It's not difficult, as long as you tear it off after eating and throw it away instead of sending it back to where it should be .

Throwing half of the dregs out when eating sugar cane is not a troublesome thing.

Then weave a little false memory to replace the lost memory and put it back. It doesn't need to be too detailed, the more detailed it is, the easier it is to be debunked.

When Greg·Davy came back to his senses, everything that happened in the parking lot would only be a blur in his brain, and he would only remember that his performance was greatly appreciated by Triton, and he successfully won the precious opportunity to star in.

He was an interesting human being, and Triton wished he had more fun for him.

The mental abnormality stems from the unfair treatment he received in his youth, but when those bullying and bullying failed to arouse his inner turmoil again, he was very much looking forward to how the trapped beast without shackles would react.

But before that, he decided to visit Dr. Reid who was still working hard.

The car turned on the lights and drove away slowly. The young man who was sitting on the ground stared numbly at the humming light tubes on the ceiling.

The next second, the lights went out.

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Theoretically, people who have nothing to do with the interrogation room and the autopsy room in the police station can’t just go in. Although Mr. Triton does have all-hands and eyes, and entering the police station is just a matter of a phone call, but he still carries it honestly. Waiting outside the police station with coffee, I also bought an ice cream with double chocolate sauce from the ice cream truck on the street to eat.

So when Reid ran out of the police station in a hurry, he saw Triton in a suit and leather shoes leaning against the side of the luxury car to lick ice cream, holding a large bag of coffee in the other hand, crossing his legs and leaning back slightly, the background It was a busy Hollywood street, and amidst the traffic, this man was as handsome as an advertisement picture. I don’t know how many girls couldn’t help but sneak a glance around to see if there were any hidden cameras when they passed by.

Of course, there is also a girl who knows the goods. She spotted the expensive watch on Triton's wrist, recognized the low-key and inconspicuous limited-edition luxury car and the tailor-made handmade suit, and secretly took out a few photos with her phone. Post blurred photos on social software to show off your amazing encounter.

It's just that because of the inexplicable aura around the sea monster, the men and women who want to strike up a conversation automatically avoid him for no reason, and form a small circle around him.

The next second after seeing this scene, Reid wanted to turn around and walk away, pretending that he didn't know him at all.

It's a pity that it was already too late, before he stepped back, Triton's built-in Reid radar had keenly detected his position, raised his eyes and looked straight in his direction, and the corners of his mouth curled up gently and softly. Some joyful smiles.

Not too extroverted but real enough to smile, enough to make people dizzy and uncontrollably beat faster.

The so-called seduction of men is probably the case.

Reid looked around, and bravely stepped forward against the eyes of a group of people who were about to pierce him, "I've been waiting for a long time." He said dryly.

"I just arrived." Triton ate the remaining ice cream in two or three bites, then took out a handkerchief from his trousers pocket and handed it to Reid, "It's because you worked hard and didn't have a good rest all day .”

"It's okay..." Reid took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked hesitantly, "Would you like to go in and have a sit down, I still have a little work to do and it may end later."

"It's not a good invitation to go to the police station." Triton smiled, "I just came to see you, not to disturb your work." He said and handed Reid the coffee in his hand, "For the whole team, in the evening Don't stay up too late, go to bed early."

"Didn't you say drinking coffee is bad for you?" Reid said.

"Just to bribe you to say something nice for me." Triton reached out and pinned Reid's hair falling from his forehead behind his ears, "I booked a takeaway from the hotel for you guys, and I'll arrive around six o'clock. Have a good meal, OK?"

"What if I don't agree?" Reid asked immediately, he didn't even realize that the intimacy of the conversation between him and Triton at this time, although not as sweet and greasy as couples, was by no means in the category of normal friends.

This is often the case, when one party clearly pursues the other party, but the other party does not refuse immediately and mercilessly, the atmosphere when they get along will be a little more ambiguous, which is not intentional , It's just that one is full of joy because of meeting but trembling, and the other is unconsciously tempting but walking on thin ice.

So ambiguous, but a little embarrassing.

Triton laughed and replied, "Then I will have to live in the police station every day to supervise you."

It was only then that Reid remembered that Triton was a rich man who could make the entire Dallas dignitaries bow their heads. It was probably only a matter of a phone call to get into the Hollywood police station. Extra burdens are immoral."

By saying this, his favorability towards Triton has also increased a little bit. It is really a good habit not to abuse the power in his hands if he can go in at any time or wait honestly outside.

"Okay, then go back to work." Triton said, "It's time for me to go back and deal with the pile of damn contracts." As he spoke, he slightly gestured to the passers-by who were faintly looking this way, "When you're done working about."

Reid nodded, "Then...bye?"

"Goodbye." Triton leaned forward and hugged him lightly, the strength was well controlled and he was close at the slightest touch, close but not offensive, so Reid was a little stunned before accepting the hug with a smile, "You don't want to work either It's too late." He said, and walked back to the police station with a big bag of coffee, looked back before entering the door, Triton was leaning against the side of the car, saw him turn around, smiled and waved, and made a gesture of cheering .

Reid smiled and waved his hand. The exhaustion from soaking in the autopsy room all day suddenly relaxed from his body. He let out a long sigh of relief, shook his head to shake Triton out of his head, and planned to share the coffee. Continue to work after dropping.

It's just that as soon as they entered the office door, they bumped into the gossip-faced Emily and Rossi, and Garcia laughed and teased.

"It's really good, and there is coffee." JJ has already taken the bag from Reid's hand very consciously and put it on the table, "Here, yours." She took out a cup and handed it to Reid.

"After all, we are family members." Emily smiled and took a glass, and by the way, looked at the logo of the glass in Reid's hand, and let out a meaningful "Oh—" with an indescribable tease at the end.

"Espresso with double sugar." Rossi drawled out the label on Reid's cup. "We're all American."

"You have to add sugar and milk yourself." JJ shook the few packets of brown sugar and the small can of milk at the bottom of the bag, "It really is family treatment."

"Hey! You guys..." Reid blushed a little from the teasing, his lips twitched and couldn't think of anything to say back.

"Looks like it's going to be a bumper year," Garcia laughed. "Our end-of-year party is going to be packed."

"Morgan must be very distressed about this," Emily said. "His BabyKid is no longer his BabyKid."

"So I decided to leave this cup of coffee for him, poor Morgan," Garcia said, "and one for Hotch, they'll be glad to see that when they come back from the scene."

In this way, the two cups of coffee were placed side by side on the cabinet, waiting silently, waiting.

Waiting for the two people surveying the scene to come back quickly.

If I don't come back, I will be cold!