Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The scenery on the small island is very good, otherwise Triton would not have bought it at a high price. Needless to say, the mountains and rivers are beautiful when the weather is sunny, and when it rains, the rain is light and soft, and there are few sudden showers. Don’t cage it. A veil of mystery.

When the unicorn walked halfway, he gave up and ran away. The islands on the left and right belonged to Triton, and he would not fail to know the way.

The scenery is very good, so even if it rains halfway, you won’t be angry. Triton folded a leaf that grows thickly on the top of the head as an umbrella. Reid couldn’t name the plant, but Triton said it was a kind of witches. The nectar after flowering is a good antidote.

The feet were not wet either. The rain was not heavy, and the thick green moss under the feet quickly absorbed the water, making it as soft as a wool carpet when stepped on.

And in this kind of rainy day, there are always some little guys who don’t come out on weekdays busy. Triton found a few squirrels flusteredly moving food storage between the trees. Nuts and pine nuts shuttled deftly between the bushes, passing by the leaves and branches from time to time, shaking off sporadic rainwater.

Obviously, these are not the little guys who are willing to get close to humans. They were scared by Triton's breath and ran away before Reid approached. .

"This..." Reid squatted down and looked at the pine nuts on the ground, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Naturally grown pine nuts are not so scattered and open mouths, which look more like they are sold in a shopping mall. Get that processed pet treat.

"Tom probably fed it." Triton smiled helplessly. "He likes this kind of small animal very much. He must have fed most of the forest."

But it's okay to feed it, and the old housekeeper who has to take care of a wayward fish doesn't have time to take care of another pet.

Reid nodded, and suddenly found a little squirrel poking its head behind a tree and looking at them. Its long and big tail was sticking up behind it, and its bright black eyes were staring straight at the pine nuts and squirrels scattered around them. Nuts, even those who can't see the expression of the squirrel can make up its salivating appearance.

Reid couldn't help smiling, stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, "Let's go." He said, "What's there?" He pointed in a random direction.

"Over there?" Triton looked in the direction of his finger, the trees over there were tall and sparse, and the gloomy but bright skylight shone through the gaps in the branches, reflecting beams of light spots on the ground. "I should bring some rice." He said as he walked over there, holding Reid's wrist. "It's raining now, so they shouldn't come out."

"They?" Reid thought about the details Triton mentioned, "Are they birds?"

"Almost." Triton led him around two small puddles, stepped on a natural bridge formed by fallen old trees, and crossed a rushing stream. On the other side of the stream was green grass and bushes. There is a clump of towering trees, lush and verdant. When you look up, you can’t see the top of the tree. Sometimes there are many unrealistic bird’s nests at the branch branches. The trunk may be stained with water, showing bright spots. .

Of course, these well-fed birds would not come out to wet their precious feathers on rainy days. They nestled in their nests one by one and let Triton take Reid through this small forest.

Passing through the woods, it opens up in front of the eyes, green grass spreads out on the ground, and red or yellow berries hang between the dark green leaves of low shrubs, and a few little rabbits are crouching under the shrubs, shaking Climbing the bushes and nibbling on the berries.

"The red ones are unripe, and the yellow ones are ripe." Triton said as he grabbed a few yellow berries from between the branches and wiped them and handed them to Reid. "Tom will use these to make jam, but more Sometimes witches will collect this as medicine."

"Hexenbiest? Not a wizard?" Reid keenly noticed the small difference in Triton's wording, and imitated Triton to remove the green stalk from the top of the berry, and pinched the small fruit between his fingers. The soft and slightly sour flesh emerges from the small opening at the top.

"Strictly speaking, they are two kinds of creatures, only the names are similar." Triton said, "Wizards are okay. If you encounter witches, be careful. They are more moody and like to hold grudges."

"Are there many of these creatures?" Reid asked. "I mean I've never heard of them before."

Triton chuckled, "Compared to humans, any race is just a minority." He stopped Reid's movement to touch the third berry, "Eating too many raw ones will cause stomach upset." He explained Cai went on to say, "Sometimes you have to admit that the government is better at covering up than confessing."

"Well, it's not too difficult to guess." Reid shrugged, "It seems that many unsolved cases in the archives come from this way."

"There will always be a few fools who don't have a brain." Triton said, "We usually prefer to solve problems internally. After all, there are always a few races that are more... traditional." He looked a little helpless, facing Reid Blinking, "Sometimes we have to respect tradition."

Especially those codes that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years and have not kept pace with the times but are regarded as treasures. Under the premise of not planning to carry out genocide, even the sea monsters can only choose to compromise.

"Tradition is indeed... very troublesome." Reid expressed his understanding. He has handled many cases related to religious beliefs, so he naturally knows how stubborn these so-called traditional things are. The murderer can still confidently claim his innocence, and what they do is just to maintain those traditions.

"Can you imagine how many races are still popular with honor killings and blood relative revenge?" Triton complained, "I can't count how many times I have dealt with Bauerschwein and Blutbad disputes. This innocent businessman is going to get involved in such a bloody thing."

"Nobody likes it," Reid said, "but someone has to do it, doesn't it?"

"So I admire you very much." Triton laughed, "Your hearts are upright and clean."

The work of the FBI can be said to be absolutely high-intensive, not to mention being on standby 24 hours a day, all year round, and facing the most cruel and unreasonable side in the world, whether it is work pressure or mental pressure. In terms of returns, the salary is a little higher than the average salary. If you are not good at financial management, it is estimated that it can almost meet the basic needs of life. At least as far as Triton knows, many FBI agents are living in a tight life. How much deposit.

"Your tone is like a hero movie in the 80s." Reid complained to hide his slightly heated ears, and had to admit that Triton is a fish that is very good at talking about love. It should be that he is very good at talking about himself. Every sentence that comes out is like a fish talking about love, with a sincere and affectionate tone, it is almost possible to write a crash course in love talking.

"Can you call Superman who will be there on time whenever you call?" Triton's smile deepened, "It's not impossible."

"No thanks," Reid said, "I'm not interested in making headlines just yet."

They chatted and walked aimlessly. The end point of the grassland was the stretch of coastline. The beach showed a darker earth color in the drizzle, and there were a few conch shells buried here and there. Triton used his feet After pulling the fine sand twice, a large light-colored conch came out, and it moved quickly as soon as its head emerged.

It turned out that there was a small hermit crab hidden under the big conch.

After walking on the rainy beach for a while, the rain stopped, and the two returned along the same road. The scattered water between the branches would still fall on the leaves supported by Triton, dripping from the edges along the veins of the leaves.

The air was exceptionally good after the rain and the first clear sky, and the cloudy clouds scattered and let some warm sunshine. On the way back, the grassland we saw shone with crystal brilliance like scattered gold pieces.

"The sun is out." Triton looked up at the sky, and led him to another path, which is probably the narrowest part of the creek, and he reached the opposite bank with just one step, and the moss under his feet was not very good. Let's go, there are many strangely colored fungi growing between the roots of the trees exposed to the ground, which are the raw materials used by some witches to make charm potions.

The trees on this road are much denser than when we came here, and the sunlight can only shine through the gaps. Fortunately, there are many insects and vines that can glow by themselves, so it is not too dark.

Likewise, most insects and vines Reid can't name them.

"Hodgins will be crazy with joy when he sees this place." He looked at the mysterious insects of various colors that had not been recorded in the bushes and said with emotion. For his old friend who is obsessed with insects, this place is definitely a paradise.

"Ordinary people can't touch these little guys casually," Triton said. "You don't want to go this way if I'm not here."

The breath of the sea monster deterred this group of carnivorous insects from making mistakes, but ordinary humans alone?

They'll give you plenty of reasons why they top the wizarding classification for the danger of magical animals.

Triton took Reid around several more dangerous areas twice and told him where he should never come alone, and which areas he could come and walk around without any danger. of that area.

After the rain stops, it will be much more lively here. There are chirping sounds from the bird's nests among the trees. Some birds sing melodiously and gracefully.

"The snapshot of the sun is coming." Triton pulled Reid and stood back a little, watching the sun shine through the gaps in the leaves and cast fine specks of light on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of the tree trunk rubbed by the sun flashed a bright glow, falling and fluttering from the tree trunk, like a brilliant golden snowflake.

No, those are not tree trunks, but butterflies. One side of the wings is brown similar to the tree trunk, and the other side is extremely beautiful gilt gold, plated with complicated and gorgeous lines, and the phosphor powder on the surface is reflected when the sun shines. The bright brilliance, the wings flutter the phosphor powder and fall, like a snowflake like a fairy tale falling out of thin air.

"I want to kiss you," Reid heard Triton say.

"I want to kiss you too." He replied with a smile.

Then there was a lingering and tender kiss, wishing that it would last forever.