Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

No matter what time it is, food and sea water are the best healing medicines for sea monsters, and Triton is no exception. When the body is weak, the hunger overflows from the soul, and every pore clamors for soaking in water. He even Difficult to control his scales and fish tail, so much so that he developed ear fins in the elevator.

His ward is located on the top floor of the hospital, almost monopolizing the entire floor. This is always the case in this world. The common beds downstairs are in short supply, but the upper floors have the leisure to open up super-large VIP wards for the privileged class, just because they can afford more. money.

However, Triton doesn't live in this ward. It is indeed equipped with a super-large fish tank and fresh sea water that can be changed 24 hours a day, but it is far from enough for a siren who is weak to his level.

This is why almost all sea monsters choose the location of the ceremony to be performed at sea. Only the vast and boundless sea can ensure that no matter what happens, they can be restored to their peak state as quickly as possible.

After confirming that the image of himself walking up the elevator and entering the ward was left on the hospital's surveillance, Triton pushed the door key stuffed in his pocket, and disappeared in the same place in an instant.

After his subordinate made up the "spare food" he was carrying and fainted, he also followed the apparition and left here.

And the bodyguards who witnessed all this acted as if they hadn't seen anything. They still guarded the place closely at three steps, one post, five steps and one post, as if there were people living inside.

Triton's destination was on the far sea, and the moment he fell into the water, he had resumed his siren posture. He tore off the clothes that were in the way and threw it aside, turned over and dived to a deeper place.

When his fish tail swayed in the sea, white foam was stirred up. If you look closely, you will find that the foam is steaming from his scales. This is a feature that only appears when the siren is extremely weak. Born in the foam, it will eventually return to the form of the foam, like a metal thrown into a strong acid, and nothing will remain in the end.

However, it will be many years before he returns to the embrace of the mother sea, and now he still enjoys the generosity and tenderness of the sea. Whenever the foam evaporates and the sea water brushes by, the dull scales will shine with a little brilliance, the strength and the pressure of the deep sea Hanging heavily on the limbs and bones together, slowly seeping in from every pore, supplementing the overdrawn vitality.

Strictly speaking, the siren's ritual is actually a one-way life force transfer contract. Humans who are dying or seriously ill will unconsciously drain a large amount of the sea monster's life force at once to repair themselves. That's why Triton is particularly weak. If Reid is in the body The ritual was carried out in a healthy state, and it was estimated that Triton, who had rested for a day and a half, would be able to bounce back to life.

Diving all the way into the deep sea where the sun doesn't shine in, it's like turning from day into night in an instant, only those grotesque creatures passing by his body with colorful lights, frightened by the coercion of the siren, dare not approach him at all.

Triton closed his eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Reid's ward was bustling with activity. The rest of the BAU members also came to visit their little doctor after finishing the finishing work of the case, and brought him some fruits and nuts. Garcia rushed up and gave him a big hug. , Crackling, scolding and rejoicing, Reid had to comfort her.

Although half of his sanity is still immersed in that muddle-headed kiss, he wished to go back in time and beat up the stupid and clumsy self.

How could the seasoned old drivers of BAU like him (not) fail to see the connotation, and exchanged a tacit look with each other. Except for Morgan who was still a little upset, the rest were all Already starting to think about what to give as a congratulatory gift.

Reid didn't expect that his acting skills, which didn't even reach the pass line, would be able to fool the savvy colleagues in the group, but he didn't make any special announcements, just sighed helplessly while chatting.

"Stop your fantasies, okay?" He silently pulled up the quilt a little to resist the sudden chill, expressing that he couldn't bear the frequent exchange of connotative eyes in the group, "Nothing happened to me and Triton."

"Nothing happened..." Emily dragged out the tone meaningfully, teasing him that he obviously didn't have 300 taels of silver here.

Reid's cheeks puffed up, and he couldn't help laughing at the sight of being poked in a sore foot speechless, even Hotch, who had always maintained a serious expression, curled his lips.

"Hello." They were chatting, someone knocked on the door and walked in, "It seems that you are recovering well, Mr. Reid, this is really great."

"Ah...Mr. Tom." Reid recognized him, "Hi." He paused, then asked, "Is Triton okay?"

"Sir is getting an injection." Mr. Tom, the old housekeeper, smiled even deeper, "Look at the report by the way." Seeing Reid showing a disapproving expression, he added, "After reading the report, he will go back to rest."

As he said this, he looked at the other people in the room, bowed slightly and smiled, "I haven't introduced myself yet, I am Mr. Triton's butler, just call me Tom."

The gray-haired butler has an old-fashioned gentlemanly aura in his gestures and gestures. When he smiles, the wrinkles on his face are squeezed together, looking very kind, but Rossi keenly feels a sense of familiarity from him, not a deliberate profile , but at the moment of seeing it, it was like seeing a few of his old friends, some old friends who ran counter to his development direction.

Seemingly aware of Rossi's scrutiny, the old housekeeper explained in a calm manner: "I have helped my husband with some business. After all, he misses work more than he works."

"Of course, I guarantee that these businesses will not violate the laws of any human country." He wrinkled his nose, "It's all troublesome businesses such as real estate. It's really inhumane to let an old man like me run around."

His explanation temporarily dispelled other people's suspicions about the Triton industry. In fact, he did not lie. The gray parts of Triton's business can all be settled in the world of Wesson and wizards. In the human kingdom, Triton pays taxes on time and is enthusiastic about charity. Serious businessman.

"Thank you for your hard work." Reid thought for a while and said.

"It's all right." The old butler waved his hands cheerfully, "I just came to see if you had dinner, it's getting late now."

That's right, now the sun is setting and the ground is warm and yellow outside the window. It can be seen that they have talked for a long time without paying attention to the time. Only when the old housekeeper talked about it did they realize that their stomachs were empty.

The old butler was keenly aware of this, and said with a smile: "If you don't mind, please try my craft together."

"Is it okay?" JJ asked, "Would it be too much trouble for you?"

"No, no, no trouble at all." The old butler waved his hand and opened the door to let the bodyguards waiting outside come in. Each of the bodyguards was carrying an oversized thermal bag with three or four layers of wooden food boxes inside. The food in the food box that came was still steaming, almost exactly the same as when it was just out of the pan.

The last bodyguard was carrying a foldable table, which was right next to Reid's bed for eating.

A total of more than a dozen dishes plus staple food and soup are enough for all BAU people to eat together.

After helping to set up the table and set the cutlery, the old butler said with a smile, "Then I will take my leave first."

"Huh? Are you not together?" Reid asked.

"I have to go back and look at my husband." The old butler had a helpless expression on his face, just like a worried adult with a child at home, "Thanks to you, he should be willing to go to bed earlier on time tonight."

Triton, who was sleeping in the deep sea, trembled behind his ears and released a long string of small bubbles, as if he had sneezed.

The seabed is peaceful and peaceful, the ward is full of joy, and the atmosphere in the crew is not bad.

Mr. Dewey replaced Walker Ruth, who caused trouble all day long, and everyone is naturally happy to see it. Although this gentleman's acting skills are really not good, after Triton sent out the new version of the script, the lack of acting skills was eliminated. A good enough script makes up for it.

And I have to admit that he is much better than Walker Ruth in terms of being a human being, and won the love of most actors within a few days.

Needless to say, actor No. [-] is an actor under Dewey's management company, and actor No. [-] has also received the favor from Dewey's father, especially when Dewey is about to return to the family business after filming the film. As soon as the news came out, more people were willing to form a good relationship with him. This is a reserve for future Hollywood predators.

Therefore, Joa Murray's lukewarm attitude towards little Dewey is very special.

But she is not very enthusiastic about anyone, so little Dewey put it down after a little bit of tangled up, not paying attention to the special treatment of the crew of the flower to him, after all, just adapting to the role now makes him overwhelmed, not to mention You also need to be familiar with the company you are about to enter. Mr. Dewey, who has inherited the family's slight workaholic characteristics, can't even spare half of his extra thoughts to pay attention to romantic affairs.

Life is not a romance novel, and the domineering president reserve doesn't have so much leisure time to pay attention to a woman who is indifferent to him and has no extra value.

And... the Mr. Triton at the reception seems to have awakened some strange instincts in him, realizing that he doesn't seem to be so...

straight.

Oh no no no It's not that he has any ambiguous thoughts about Mr. Triton, he just found that he not only likes blond women with thin waist, thin legs and big breasts, but also men with blond hair, blue eyes, thin waist, legs and big breasts .

Well, remove the big boobs.

From a distance, pretending to memorize the script, I watched the little actor practicing dancing until his body was drenched in sweat, outlining a shriveled figure with no flesh, and then he was scolded by the teacher because of his uncoordinated movements, like a little girl shivering in the cold wind Chicken cubs can be said to be the only fun in his busy days.

Greg·Davy was scolded bloody by the dance teacher six times this week, dejectedly holding his own script and walking back to the corner. Most of the supporting actors who played similar roles to him have finished their training, but he couldn't survive the dance because of life and death. Guan and had to accept special training.

Sitting silently by the wall and burying his head in the script, he sighed deeply. He could really kill two innocent girls just to get into the play, but for dancing, no matter how many people he killed, he couldn't solve it.

Let's continue training tonight.

He thought so.

"This dance is based on the quick-step waltz and samba. You need to use your waist to drive the whole body. You are too stiff."

A towel was suddenly placed on his head. He raised his head and saw a brown-haired young man bending over to hand him a bottle of water.

"Mr. Dewey..." He widened his eyes in surprise, and hurriedly took the bottle of water.

"Call me Abbott." Little Mr. Dewey sat down next to him, unscrewed a bottle of water and took a sip, "otherwise I would think you were calling me my father or my grandfather."

"Greg Davy, call it whatever you want." Greg Davy shrugged uncomfortably, rubbed his sweaty hair with a towel and sat aside.

"Nice to meet you, Grey." Little Mr. Dewey said with a smile, and sneaked closer to Greg Davy.

Hmm... Although the reality is not a romance novel, it seems that the industrious and clumsy Cinderella still attracted the prince's attention.