Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The first thing BAU team members do when they return to Hollywood is to review the previous two cases. The case that brought BAU to Hollywood can be traced back to 20 years ago. The victims are all low-level Hollywood actors who just got a good chance. After they caught the murderer, they realized that someone behind him must be manipulating him to commit these cases. In the alley, it was the same knife that killed them all, and the murderer evolved from panic at the beginning to calmness the second time, and the speed of evolution was far beyond imagination.

Such murderers should usually commit crimes again soon after the passion for crime fades, but until they returned to Hollywood after dealing with the virus case in Maryland, they quietly did not show any victims again.

There has been no second victim for two weeks. BAU does not lack the energy and patience to study the case again. Unfortunately, the police in Hollywood do not have so much energy. The number of cases they receive every week is countless. However, Hollywood, as the representative place of the film industry, will not allow these poor working-class people the opportunity to spend too long on one case, so although it is a pity, I can only say sorry to the families of the few victims.

The media attention that was originally discussing this matter has long been diverted to the latest celebrity gossip. The homicide a few weeks ago is completely outdated news to them, and there is not even a piece of tofu on the page.

It's cruel, but that's reality.

Yes, these two cases were closed in such a hasty way. Although the authority of BAU is high, they were only invited to do consulting work here. Under the insistence of the police chief, even Hotch only won two more days. Investigation time.

Two days, two cases, this is not an easy task, BAU once again fell into the work of day and night, and Dr. Triton's phone.

The phone on the table flickered on, displaying an email from Triton.

— already asleep?good dream.

——>3

The email ended with a decently cute emoji, though Triton wondered if Reid, who was somehow out of touch with the times, would be able to read the emoji.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand it, he doesn't mind telling his own human beings the meaning of this expression.

The small alarm clock on the bedside table quietly moved towards 12:30 in the middle of the night.

At this time, little Dewey was walking alone on the unfamiliar streets of Hollywood. As a young master who had never even taken a taxi in his life, his knowledge of Hollywood definitely did not include this civilian-inhabited area. Looking around It is full of apartment buildings that look exactly the same, the street is not considered lively, but the eyes of a few passers-by are definitely not friendly to him.

Little Mr. Dewey put his head down and quickened his pace - anyway, let's go to the lively place first.

After all, apart from the airs he learned during filming, his fighting skills are not very good. Strictly speaking, it should be very poor.

However, although he was indeed walking towards a lively place, it was a pity that the lively direction was not right. A few minutes later, when he stepped on a puddle of sewage that exuded an unpleasant smell, he looked up and found that the surroundings were full of people. The malicious eyes, the pair of eyes that made his back feel cold in the dark night, he recalled that the remaining cash on his body could buy these little gangsters, and then realized tragically that besides the cards on his body, there were even Not a single coin.

Well, at this moment, the headlines of the next day's news were automatically printed in his mind - Abbott Dewey died tragically on the street, suspected of drug overdose.

No matter what his truth is, it must be how sensational and how to write it, especially since he also got rid of all the reporters behind him and didn't even have a proof after his death.

Now little Dewey is in a dilemma. He can't go forward. If he goes forward, he really doesn't even have a chance to run. It seems impossible to go back. Wearing a tailored suit and leather shoes, unless he suddenly Otherwise, if Bolt possessed his body, he would definitely not be able to run away from those punks who were staring at him.

He sighed in frustration, and actually began to pray that the group of gangsters would recognize the inconspicuous but five-figure watch on his wrist, otherwise he was afraid that he would really be beaten up by the gangsters who were so angry that they couldn't get the money .

At this time, the lights of the car were turned on from the deepest part of the road.

Well, the knight's rescue was just in time.

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Joa Murray is trying on her new clothes. Although it is getting closer now, it is reasonable for a woman to try on new clothes whenever she wants, not to mention the haute couture suits she ordered half a year in advance.

The red skirt is cut just right, and the woman in the mirror has a graceful figure. Although the brows and eyes have been stained with some traces of time, she is still elegant and dignified, with a frown and a smile full of charm, which does not lose the charm of her youth.

She was 19 years old that year. Although she was beautiful, she was only beautiful. She could only wear discounted goods from hypermarkets and take the bus to audition for small roles. The opportunities she finally got were easily taken away by other women, even if they Not as beautiful as her, not as talented as her, who has spent several years in Hollywood and is still just a low-level actor.

She was destined to get ahead, she has always believed in this, and she did succeed, because she is ruthless enough to get the role she wants no matter what.

So now she is as charming as she was when she was young, and has a solid position in the circle. She has played countless classic roles and is the dream lover of countless men. Do you want to give your all to a generous and successful man?

For example, little Dewey, the only heir of the Dewey family, is young, handsome and full of energy. He can be known to be active in bed at first glance. More importantly, he has no love experience. The difficulty of controlling him is much lower than controlling those playboys.

Regardless of whether the last thing is successful or not, she will go all out to remove all obstacles on the way at all costs - but she can't do it herself, she must pick herself up in it without leaving a trace.

Fortunately, she has found the best knife.

Taking off her clothes and changing into a comfortable nightgown, Joa Murray turned and walked out of the cloakroom. Her maid was waiting anxiously outside the door, telling her in a low voice that the guest she had just invited had fallen asleep.

"Let him have a good rest." She said with a smile, leaning against the door in a lazy posture, "Remember to lock the door for him."

"Yes, I see." The maid replied.

The night was deeper.

Walker Ruth smacked his lips, rolled up the quilt and fell into a dark sleep.

The hour hand of the clock on the wall slowly moved from one to two.

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Greg Davy sat on the ground dejectedly, stroking the knife on his knee with his fingertips trembling, the blood stained on the blade had turned into a dry dark brown, and some kind of special power was slowly penetrating into his body.

He thought of the girl struggling in the alley again, the fragrance of blood was overflowing, the soft and warm corpse was like a flower petal that had just fallen from a branch, too delicate to withstand a slight heavy touch, the kingdom of gods was surrounded by that fragrance Opened the door to him, let him overflow a kind of satisfaction and happiness from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe there was something broken in him that made him so attached to a woman's corpse, but what did it matter? Anyway, he had already done something, and there was no turning back.

He is about to pick the most delicate roses in the Kingdom of God, how can he stop here.

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In summer, the sun always comes early. Before five o’clock, the darkness began to show the color of dawn, and then it became brighter. At six o’clock, the sun and the alarm clock woke up the sleeping Dr. Reid.

He struggled to get up from the bed, with a mess of curly hair on his head, he pulled a piece of clothes from the stool to change, went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, raised his head and saw a wet dark circle under his eyes in the mirror The haggard face that hangs to the chin, the beard is unshaven, and he has forgotten how long he hasn't shaved, and the face is full of marks left by lack of sleep and overwork.

While brushing his teeth, he heard someone knock on the door.

"Room service." The person outside the door said, the voice was a little unclear through the door, "Mr. Triton ordered a breakfast for you."

Reid didn't doubt that he was there, he answered vaguely and waited a while, then hurriedly spit out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and ran out of the bathroom to open the door.

But the one standing behind the door was not the waiter, but Triton, who was pushing the dining car with a gentle smile on his face.

"Surprise!" Triton raised his eyebrows and smiled, and by the way, took a little look at the humans who woke up early in the morning and hadn't finished grooming. "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?" He leaned over and kissed Reid lightly on the cheek as he asked. , and pushed the dining cart into Reid's room like nothing was done.

Reid managed to recover his voice after a brief surprise, and stammered, "Why are you here?"

During his recuperation period, he had seen the number of documents that Triton had to process. Even if it was said that more than half of the fish was "overworked", it was still so much that it was about to overflow from the table, which fully proved the quality of a certain fish. Money doesn't fall from the sky.

"It's rare that work is free, so I came to see you." Triton said as he opened the breakfast on the dining car, "Jam or butter?" He picked up a piece of toast and asked.

"...Jam." Reid replied, suddenly realizing that he was wearing a crumpled shirt, his hair was uncombed and unshaven, his bare feet were pulling slippers, and the suit and leather shoes on the opposite side didn't even have any extra wrinkles Triton made a stark contrast, and couldn't help coughing twice uncomfortably, "I'll go wash up first."

As he spoke, he turned and walked into the bathroom, not forgetting to secretly rub and tug at the shirt that hadn't been changed for a few days and was no longer looking good.

In fact, his little sloppy human is also very cute. Triton touched his chin, his eyes circled around Reid's back, and skillfully spread a thick layer of jam on the sliced ​​bread and put it on the plate. Overflowing with the unique long-lasting aroma of tea,

"The work of BAU looks really busy." After finishing breakfast, Triton leaned against the door to admire his human shave, "Look at your smoky makeup."

He smiled and went up to wipe the shaving foam on Reid's cheeks. The intimacy was so natural and without any deliberation, so even Reid, who was not used to being too close to others, didn't have any resistance, just tilted his head and said: "Eat first, I have to make it for a while."

Wearing overnight clothes with a beard and having breakfast face to face with her boyfriend, even Reid, who has no experience in love and has a low EQ, knows that it is absolutely unacceptable.

Boy friend……

He chewed the word silently, his face flushed under the shaving foam.