Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

It rained heavily in the middle of the night, with lightning, thunder, and wind and rain. Reid was awakened by the thunder, and the lightning flashed his eyes white. Maybe it was because he slept too much yesterday. He was not tired, and the window didn't know anything. Time was blown away by the wind, and sporadic raindrops came in, soaking a small piece of curtain, and the wind was strong and weak, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Reid put on his clothes and got off the bed, pulled open the curtains and wanted to close the windows, but as soon as the curtains were opened, a small black shadow rushed in, smearing his face, which made Reid startled, subconsciously moved to the side He jumped a bit, the wound that hadn't healed was so painful that he gasped, propped up on the table, hopped on one leg and closed the window, then sat on the ground with a weak leg, holding a vase in his hand and cautiously staring at the fallen one. something on the carpet.

He couldn't see the exact shape without turning on the light, but he guessed it was a bat or a bird, and he was sitting still as if he had no strength at the moment, shrinking into a small black shadow on the carpet, Reid groped to lift the He took off his coat, calculated the distance for a while, and then threw the clothes over to cover the black shadow with the coat, but he really overestimated his explosive power, so he tried his best to throw only one that was as close as possible to the black shadow. Fortunately, the hood of the coat was thrown out with the force, and the black shadow who wanted to escape was caught upright.

Heck, this is exactly what I calculated. Reid took a breath and thought about it for a while to conceal the embarrassment of not being able to throw it away. He got up from the ground and covered his hood with his shirt, then hopped out on crutches, trying to find a box to put the unexpected visitor.

He remembered an empty filing box sitting in the great living room.

——At first, he thought that it was so late that there would be no one there, but when he opened the door of the large living room, he found that the light inside was still on, obviously someone was there.

Reid looked down at his pajamas and the thick coat he was wearing, and fell into a dilemma.

Go in, this look is by no means a dress that can meet people, it is too rude, don't go in, the door is open and it will be more embarrassing to go back, in desperation he can only pray that one of his colleagues is with him in the middle of the night Also can't sleep, get up, drink saliva and go for a walk, even if it's Hotch!

He was struggling when someone behind him called out, "Mr. Reid?"

Reid froze for a moment, turned around and found Noel Wright standing a few steps behind him, with a blanket on his arm, a flashlight in one hand and a A cup, the aroma of hot cocoa is coming out of it.

"Is there anything you can do?" Just by looking at Reid's attire, he knew why he stood at the door and refused to go in. "If there is anything I can do for you, just say it."

"Uh..." Reid hesitated for a moment, and said, "I came into my house... It should be a bird or a bat or something, so I want to get a box to put it in, the one in the living room Empty filing box."

"That's right." The smile on Noel Wright's face deepened, "I'll get it for you later." He said as he opened the door and walked in. With the expansion of his vision, Reid saw that it was the owner of the inn. Sitting in the living room, with half-closed eyes holding the radio in his arms, leaning on the couch half asleep.

Noel·Wright first walked over to put down the hot cocoa in his hand, lowered his head and said something in a low voice, and put the blanket on the old man while talking. Kick it down, looking like a tantrum.

Noel Wright was still smiling. He picked up the blanket and patted it on the cover to talk. It looked like he was coaxing a child rather than talking to an elder.

This time the blanket was not kicked off.

Then he walked to the bar and picked up a box from the floor, shook it at Reid, walked out lightly, and closed the door carefully.

"Recently, my uncle likes to rest in the living room at night, and he just goes to prepare breakfast in the morning." Noel Wright explained to Reid in a low voice, "I don't know why he can't sleep well in his room."

Reid nodded, and reached out to take the box from Noel Wright. Noel Wright raised his hand to hold the box and said with a smile: "Let me go and have a look together. I used to deal with this kind of things when I was young." , quite experienced.”

He went to the front desk to grab a medicine kit and went to his room with Reid.

The room was very quiet, the lump on the floor was sitting peacefully with its clothes on, Noel Wright turned on the light, asked Reid to hold the lid of the file box, and squatted down to carefully touch the edge of the bulge of the clothes , and then suddenly gathered the clothes upside down, picked them up and put them in the box, and called Reid to close the lid.

All of them were caught off guard and turned upside down, and the little thing inside really thrashed and struggled a few times.

"If you don't cover it, it may fly up." Noel Wright explained, "There are lights and cabinets in the room, and it will hurt you."

Reid pursed his lips, listened nervously to the silence in the box, and counted a few seconds before carefully opening the box. There was a small black thing lying on his shirt, which was so messed up by the rain that even his eyes were blind. Unable to open, the wings were shaking feebly.

"It's a bat." Noel Wright said. After putting on thick gloves, he picked up the little bat and inspected it carefully. Just rest for the night."

As he spoke, he touched the little bat's bald head, and the little one had an ugly and cute feeling, "Put it in my room, don't you have to get up early tomorrow?"

Without waiting for Reid to speak, he put the little bat back into the box and picked it up, "It's getting late and you should go to bed early." He walked out before the words fell.

Reid silently swallowed the words "Then I'll trouble you." He closed the door and put his coat on the back of the chair, wrapped himself in the quilt and closed his eyes, trying to hypnotize himself to fall asleep quickly.

I have to get up early tomorrow.

Compared to Triton, he didn't sleep very well, and the siren's five senses are many times better than ordinary humans, which means that even the sound insulation of a five-star hotel is not as good for them. It doesn’t matter if it’s paper. Although he is indeed able to adapt to this environment and mix those sounds into background sounds and ignore them directly, it doesn’t mean that he can endure the “some kind” that has been ringing from next door since 10:30 until now ( Accent) sound good or not.

Unable to bear it any longer, Triton picked up the script on the table and walked out with a deadpan expression. While dialing the phone, he rang the doorbell next door.

I don't believe you can't soften up.The siren, who has been self-resolved for three centuries, thought darkly, pasting the script in his hand on the face of the man who came to open the door, "There is something that needs to be changed."

"Can't we do it tomorrow?" The man whose good work was interrupted impatiently brushed his sweaty hair back, suffocating his anger.

"Of course." Triton showed a very hateful smile in the eyes of the other party, "I just came to remind you that we will shoot the fight scene tomorrow, too much sex will make your legs weak, Mr. Dewey."

"That's nothing to bother you about." Little Dewey gritted his teeth to force the polite words out, restraining himself from closing the door instead of slamming it.

"Oh, that's right." Triton pressed against the door and added, "It's best not to leave marks above the collarbone in the future, it's a waste of powder."

"I see." Little Dewey took a deep breath, forced out a stiff smile, "Excuse me, do you have anything else?!"

"No more." Triton let go of his hands and patted his cuffs, and returned to the room happily.

Little Dewey closed the door, but despite his efforts to restrain himself, his hands were a little heavier. The door slammed on the door frame with a muffled "bang", and the person lying on the bed shivered drowsily, then shrank back into the quilt again. .

"It's okay." Little Dewey suppressed his anger and stroked his soft blond hair, which was less than a knuckle's length, and was messy and wet on his head. "Let's take a shower and then go to bed."

The person on the bed responded vaguely, softening his hands and feet to cooperate with being hugged. The direct consequence of not having him in the scene this week is that he can't get out of bed every day, his waist is sore and his legs are weak, and his hands shake when eating a spoon. I just want to fall asleep and sleep in the dark, so I don't care about the problem of taking a shower and cleaning up.

Anyway, Walker Ruth should have died in the bottle pile, and the rest can be whatever.

But little Dewey cared, even though he tossed a lot on the bed, he did all the cleanup and medication afterward properly, even if every time Walker Ruth threw the condom off his hand and cursed, "I'm not sick "If you want to do it or not", the number of times he shoots is also very small.

Rather than intense sex, he prefers that every time Walker Ruth is tossed unconsciously and softly at his mercy, only then will this man's eyes show a little different soft color, with a hint of cover-up Excellent fleeting nostalgia and dependence, not the kind of desolate and cold like post-war ruins, no matter what, there is no way to arouse any bright eyes on it, and it will not hurt if it is hurt, and it will not hurt if you are humiliated. It will be uncomfortable, accept all misfortunes as usual, and give up completely without any resistance.

When he was young, he was obsessed with this look, but when he grew up, he wanted to see flowers and green grass grow on the ruins.

Little Dewey not only likes blonde girls with big breasts, but also blonde men with big breasts.

Well, now we have to get rid of the big boobs.

Touching someone's chest that has lost any muscle for many years, Dewey has revised his own aesthetics.

When he was 14 years old, he pasted the poster of Walker Ruth on the wall, hoping that one day his eyes would be reflected in his own figure. Later, he forgot this goal, and only remembered that he had to work hard to hone his acting skills and become a Very good, very good actor.

Then he remembered the goal.

The 24-year-old Walker Ruth is now sleeping next to him, his body is covered with marks from the inside out, marking his aura, but there is still no him in those eyes, only a emptiness.

"Can't you be nice to your benefactor..." Little Dewey sighed deeply, put his arms around the slender body beside him and covered the quilt, kissed the corner of his eyes, and turned off the light.

The contracts are all signed, and the future will always be long.

The author has something to say: Sorry for the lateness, because the little goldfish at home that I used as the prototype of the Triton suddenly turned white at night, which scared me half to death and tears almost fell down. Fortunately, he was strong and survived. Come here, I'm in the mood to code

In fact, to be honest, I really like Walker Ruth’s decadent experience. If you don’t care about it, you won’t be knocked down. If you get used to it, it won’t hurt at all. Self-loathing and self-abandonment are very sick [laughs]

There is always a sense of contradiction between wanting to abuse him and wanting to save him

He and little Dewey are "that kind of" contractual relationship, do you understand, although little Dewey wants to become a regular, but...【Light a candle

Also, all the episodes are released after the main text is over, otherwise it may be a bit messy interspersed