Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The slightly warm wind in the spring wakes up the earth that has been sleeping all winter, and the quiet and cold world returns to the hustle and bustle. Although I don’t want to admit it, the serial killers are always extra restless every spring, and the files are piled up on JJ’s desk. It's so tall that one can't help but wonder if one is already in hell just by looking at it.

"I think... um... I want to buy some..." On a street corner in New York, a young man wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap under the hood, who wanted to cover his entire face, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his voice intermittently Saying something, hesitantly rubbed his toes on the ground repeatedly.

In front of him is a black commercial vehicle, with an ordinary shape and an ordinary color, and it can blend into New York's rolling traffic with one kick of the accelerator. It's like a drop of water hidden in the ocean and hard to find.

The car window was slowly rolled down halfway, and the man sitting in the car squinted at the young man and smiled with his ragged yellow teeth. He spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and said with a rough voice: "Good luck!" , there are good products today." He turned around and picked up a paper bag from the back seat, "How much do you want?"

"No...that's not what I want..." The young man seemed nervous, he stammered, and stretched out his hand uncomfortably to tug at the neckline, "I need more... more..." He mumbled for a long time before Find the right adjective, "the stronger kind."

The man paused and asked, "How strong is it?"

The young man coughed twice to calm himself down, and said quickly: "I have an exam next week, but I still have a lot of materials to review. Someone told me that I can buy some from you..." He thought for a while , using a more neutral word - "auxiliary supplies."

"Someone..." The man glanced at the young man, subconsciously touched the position of the gun, and asked calmly, "He asked you to buy it from me?"

The young man nodded, and his body trembled unconsciously.

"What's his name?" the man asked.

"Felix Stephens." The young man replied.

The man's expression remained unchanged, but his fingers slowly rested on the safety of the gun, "Which school are you from?"

"Um... New York University." The young man replied, looking around anxiously, "Can you hurry up, I have classes later."

"I will hurry up." While speaking, the man has raised his hand and pointed the gun at the young man, "I will send you to hell sooner."

"Hey!" The young man stepped back a few steps in surprise and called out, "What do you want to do?!"

"Felix won't tell anyone about that." The man pointed his gun at the young man's head with sullen eyes. "In fact, he was the one who proposed our confidentiality agreement first."

"He's our first guest."

"And our most loyal keeper of secrets."

"How did you find me without a guide?"

"How did you know that?" The man asked questions one after another, his eyes were cold as if looking at a dead person, "Who are you? The police?"

"I..." The young man took another step back, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and his mind was running wildly thinking of ways to get rid of the predicament in front of him.

Calling for rescue directly can save him from the threat of life, but at the same time he has to bear the risk of being alarmed by it.

And if it is really a surprise, then the mastermind behind the scenes will immediately disappear and flee thousands of miles away, the truth may become an eternal secret, and the dead will never be redressed, this is something he does not want to see.

So he just took a deep breath and tried to say something to win the other person's trust - at gunpoint.

Really bad.

At this moment, the man's expression became more and more icy, and the gun was aimed at the center of his brow, and the safety lock was opened, making a "click" sound.

"who are you?"

Sent by the opponent?police? FBI?All kinds of speculations flashed through his mind, but the hand holding the gun was steady without trembling.

Whoever he was, he was just a dead man after the shot.

——At this critical moment, a chuckle came from behind the young man. Someone walked over slowly and wrapped him in his arms in an intimate gesture. When I fell back unsteadily, I felt as if my back had hit two groups of elastic softness.

He blushed a little, and tried his best to resist the urge to break free.

He couldn't see the man's face, but recognized his voice, at least... he was a friend, not an enemy.

"How did he mess with you, Jay?" The man's magnetic voice had a bit of classical and gorgeous tone, but in an instant, the man's ferocious expression turned into a full of smiles.

"I didn't know he belonged to you. I'm so sorry for offending you." The drug dealer named Jay dropped the gun in his hand, hurriedly opened the car door and ran down, nodding and bowing to be flattering.

The young man lowered his eyes to hide the momentary shock.

"I'm his 'referrer', give me the goods." The visitor said calmly.

Some tricky transactions are not for strangers. If you really want to buy, you must have a regular customer with you as a guarantee to avoid complications.

With a bitter face, Jay turned out a bag from under the car seat, took out a bag of powdery objects from it, and handed it to the young man, even daring not to accept the money.

"Take it well." Putting the bag in the hands of the still dazed young man, someone took him by the hand and led him away from here.

After walking through two intersections and turning into an empty alley, he let go of the young man's hand and turned around with a slight smile, "Long time no see, Dr. Reid."

Reid coughed twice and replied, "Long time no see, Mr. Triton"

"So what happened again, you're going to go undercover?" Triton asked, looking at Reid, who looked like he could take down with one hand.

In fact, Triton has seen his human for a long time. He has noticed Reid since he approached the car. He is dressed like a well-behaved student, with half-length brown hair hanging down his cheeks and beautiful eyes. Like a fluffy, fluffy toy dog ​​with no aggressive power, he couldn't take his eyes off at all——

Whether he pretended to be a lot of loopholes, whether he was nervous and anxious, whether he calmly thought about the countermeasures in the face of danger, or whether he tried his best to deal with the dilemma, he was very moved.

Well, the bewildered and slightly surprised look when he found out that the person who helped him out was also very cute.

Reid didn't know what was going on in Triton's mind, but after thinking about it for a moment, he chose to tell the truth.

Triton seems to be very familiar with the underground forces in this area, maybe he can get more clues from him.

——In the beginning, a new type of drug appeared in the New York area. It only takes a small amount to maintain an amazing high state for hours. Although this type is not popular among addicts who pursue madness and illusion, it is unexpected It is very popular among students, especially those who are diligent and need to maintain their learning efficiency.

To be honest, this matter should be under the jurisdiction of the anti-narcotics team. However, several disappearance cases occurred one after another and brought it to the BAU's desk.

Several college students disappeared one after another on the eve of the exam, and they were all of the same type—students from different universities, with not necessarily good grades but extremely hardworking, very ambitious in their studies, and all from well-to-do middle-class families.

With the deepening of the investigation, they found that most of the victims lived a simple or even poor life. Some received thousands of dollars in pocket money from their parents every month, but they wore cheap goods from the Internet and lived in poverty. The cheapest apartment, you can't even afford to go out for a meal.

So where did that money go?

The drugs found in several students' rooms gave them the best answer. The supply of this new type of drug is scarce, and it usually costs five or six times the price of ordinary products. Of course, it is difficult for students who use this as coffee to afford it. For the rest of the expenses, I had to cut down on food and clothing to save money.

After all, it was a drug, and the taste of drug addiction was no joke.

More in-depth drug testing for this drug found that it contained a considerable proportion of prions.

A deadly virus that shouldn't exist in it.

They can't be sure how the virus got into the drug, but neither guess is too rosy for this question.

And they found out that a victim was researching the ingredients of this drug, which is undoubtedly a research that will lead to death.

Therefore, they list people related to drugs, especially their manufacturers, as key suspects.

Unfortunately, Jay, who was the only one who was found to be selling this kind of drug, was caught and refused to say anything. He refused to explain his purchase channels. He is an old fritter who has been in and out of police prisons all year round. Once he arrives, without evidence, no matter how unwilling the police are, they can only let him go.

In desperation, they had no choice but to let Reid, who looked more like a student and had never been seen by Jay, disguise himself and approach him as a buyer to see if he could get some information.

Although it was almost exposed, but under the cover of Triton, it can be regarded as a success... I guess.

Reid rubbed his nose, he knew that his acting skills were not very good, and he had performed beyond his standard today, so he simply skipped the topic and asked Triton if he knew anything about this drug.

It's a pity that Triton said that he just came here not long ago, and actually doesn't know much more than Reid, but he can help Reid ask his friends here about this.

A strong dragon does not overwhelm local snakes, and it is natural for locals to provide information with twice the result with half the effort.

After thanking Triton for his help and temporarily putting aside the major issues of life and death, Reid was able to focus on other things, such as...

"What are you wearing today..."

Halfway through the speech, he felt that his choice of words was a bit wrong, and quickly added: "I didn't mean anything else, but the last time we met you were... um..., so I was a little surprised. If you don't want to answer, just pretend you didn't hear it." gone."

"I don't have any strange hobbies, Dr. Reid." Seeing that Reid seemed to be planning to talk about science to show that he had no other intentions, Triton brushed the black hair that fell in front of his eyes, and explained with a low laugh, "It's just that I'm with other people. I just lost the bet, and I’m willing to accept the bet.”

200 years ago, Triton and his fellows in the east made a bet across the ocean, betting how many years their blood friends would sleep before waking up, and whoever lost would have to wear women's clothes for three days and go out.

His family guessed for 100 years, so he already lost a hundred years ago, and actually wore women's clothes for three days, and he, who guessed for 200 years, also declared defeat yesterday.

Their blood friend was too sleepy, so they made a new bet.

Triton gambled for 50 years, and his race gambled for 100 years. Whoever loses will wear women's clothes for three days.

It's very strange that a creature as keen on cannibalism as the sea monster can develop some friendship among the same race. This was definitely a deviant thing thousands of years ago, but as the sea monster gradually set foot on the land, there are more or less differences among the same race. Some communication - in the form of letters, as long as they don't meet each other, they can still restrain the nature of wanting to kill each other.

Triton chuckled lightly and raised his hand to lift Reid's chin, approaching him ambiguously and asking, "Am I so good-looking?"

...Actually, once this setting is accepted... Reid glanced at Triton's face with light makeup and softened facial contours, and nodded honestly.

The Kraken's body is not the kind of bulging muscle mass, but presents a dynamic and streamlined line. Wearing a simple indigo blue dress does not violate the sense of harmony. The slender waist and long legs are full of Queen's aura, black His long hair was curly and loose, and with his well-equipped and exquisite makeup without cutting corners, the shimmering flow was heroic and charming, showing a strange charm mixed between men and women.

God knows, he even has a pair of stiletto heels with a height of eight centimeters.

In short, as long as he doesn't speak, no one can think that he is a man.

Although he knew it was rude, Reid's eyes couldn't help but stay on Triton's tall and proud chest for a long, long time.

long long time...