Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Of course, men can't grow such majestic waves, especially a thin and powerful body like Triton who can't find half a piece of excess fat in his body.

Sensing Reid's gaze, Triton glanced down at his chest, and said with a smile, "It's just a silicone product, don't tell me you don't know what it is." He then adjusted the button that was stretched so tight that it was about to crack. Touch it, I think it feels pretty good."

Under normal circumstances, having to dress up as a woman because of losing a bet is unavoidably embarrassing for others to see. However, he behaved extraordinarily calmly and could make a few self-deprecating jokes. On the contrary, he unexpectedly showed a kind of Calm and free and easy charm.

And this calmness also affected Reid, who was a little bit embarrassed at first, and made him relax a lot instantly. He was able to face Triton, who was wearing women's clothing, with a more joking attitude, and sincerely praised: "You look good like this."

"I think so too." Triton winked at him with a playful smile, "Are you sure you really don't want to touch it?"

"..." Reid was silent for a few seconds, "No thanks."

"Hey, hey, you haven't met a girl yet, have you?" Triton put his arms around him and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you still have your first kiss?"

Hit the nail on the head.

Reid retorted angrily, "Of course I..."

"It doesn't count with Mom," Triton added.

"..." Reid recalled for a while, and said firmly, "Of course there was."

It was a case handled by BAU a year ago, the inexplicable kiss, the inexplicable illness and finally no contact, but Reid was particularly impressed by the inexplicable absence of the first kiss.

"I can't tell." Triton laughed, his long eyelashes flickering to cover up the dark light in his eyes, and then asked calmly, "With a girlfriend?"

Reid shook his head, "Then I can't remember the past." He looked up at Triton, "By the way, what are you doing here?"

This is a gathering place for street forces in New York, and words such as violence, poverty, drugs, etc. accompany it like a shadow, which is incompatible with Triton, who is wearing a haute couture suit with delicate makeup on the cuffs.

"For material." Triton laughed. "I haven't had a chance to introduce myself when we met last time. I'm a novelist."

As a sea monster with a long lifespan that can live for hundreds of thousands of years, it is undoubtedly not suitable for any work that requires publicity. Coupled with its own keen sense of music and art, painters and writers can stay at home openly and do not need Working with too many humans has become their best choice.

Anyway, what they need to care about in this world is the only human being.

Triton is a novelist. Before that, he was an artist. Before that, he wrote operas and composed music in Paris. In the eyes of everyone, he was a reclusive, temperamental ghost who rarely communicated with others. Decades later Disappearing without a trace would raise any concerns or suspicions.

Thanks to the blessings of having lived for so many years and reading too many bizarre stories in the world, the sales of his articles are not bad, but they are not too popular.

——Triton, who thought so, completely ignored those readers who were waiting in the pit for half a year and disappearing for half a year every day, screaming to burn books and abandon the pit, but every time a new book was released, they queued up all night to buy it.

And his own pseudonym, which is at the forefront of the best-selling list every year.

Reid also didn't want to delve into Triton's identity, after all, they were not that familiar, but asked: "Is the material collection going well?"

"It's not bad." Triton shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, and said with a smile, "I have two friends here, so I won't be kicked out by them."

"Heykid!" They were talking, when they heard someone rushing over from the alley.

"I'm fine Morgan," Reid said, "Mr. Triton helped me."

Morgan looked up just in time to meet Triton's eyes, and the two couldn't help but raise their eyebrows at the same time—oh, acquaintance.

Although Triton was finally proved innocent in the last incident, the bad feeling from the first meeting has been buried, so although I can't say anything bad, Morgan's impression of Triton...is not very good.

Especially when I met Triton in women's clothes this time, it didn't look normal.

As it happens, Triton doesn't like Morgan, who often hangs around Reid and seems to be very close to his (accent)human.

So, look at each other and hate each other.

Morgan gave Triton a symbolic nod of hello, then looked back at Reid, "Hotch told us to go back, someone is missing again."

Reid's originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious, and he nodded and looked at Triton, "Sorry, I have to take a step first."

Triton showed him a good-natured smile, smiled and waved the business card in his hand, "I will contact you if there is any news."

"When did you...?" Reid touched his empty pocket. He was very good at this kind of little magic, but he didn't find any clues at all, which made him even more surprised.

"It's boring to tell a secret." Triton stepped forward and hugged Reid, and whispered in his ear, "You also have to remember to call me." He said and slipped his business card into Reid's pocket. Shirt pocket.

Then he pushed Reid and laughed, "Come on, Agent Morgan can't wait."

But Reid couldn't see it. The moment he turned around, the soft smile on Triton's face sank, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes—the siren didn't like anything that would take away his human attention, But his humans seem to care about those humans killing each other, so he wisely didn't try to challenge his bottom line.

After being in human society for so many years, he can still understand some complex emotions of human beings.

So what to do next? Triton squinted his eyes and thought for a while, adjusted his clothes and hair, and walked out firmly on eight-centimeter stiletto heels.

Go ahead and collect materials for his story this time.

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Reid and Morgan hurried back to the police station, where the latest victim was posted on the case board, a young, pretty, well-behaved blonde.

"Setlla Clara, 20 years old, a sophomore at New York University, she was supposed to take the math test in school yesterday, but she didn't show up until today." JJ said, "Her roommate felt something was wrong and notified the police."

"Are you sure she's not going out to play?" Morgan asked. "It's normal for a girl this age to have a night out."

"According to her roommate, Setlla has been preparing for this math test for two months, it is impossible not to take the test, and she is a typical good girl, although she is beautiful, she never goes out to date, and she leaves class every day Just studying in the dormitory or in the library, they lived together for two years and there was never a day when she would not come home at night, and it was even more impossible not to answer the phone or email." Emily said, "And we found in Setlla's bedroom this."

She picked up an evidence bag containing a small bag of white powder.

Reid took out a small paper package from his pocket, "I got this from Jay."

"Let the forensic department confirm that the ingredients in these two copies are consistent with the previous ones," Hotch said. "If the ingredients are consistent, we now have five victims."

"And a possible suspect." Emily turned to look at the case board.

There are photos of the five missing persons on the case board. They are about the age of youth, with different skin colors and different races. It is difficult to determine the specific preferences of the prisoners. It has been more than a month since the first victim disappeared. Yes, but so far they haven't found any bodies.

"All of them are low-risk targets, hard-working students who disappeared on the eve of the exam, and they all take drugs, and their grades have improved in a large or small way in the near future." Reid analyzed.

Next to the missing person is a photo of Jay and a blank photo with all the information they have received so far.

"We can give a profile," Hotch said.

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The exhaust fan on the wall was whirring, and several rays of light passed through the blades, casting the only bright color in the room.

"How is your story going?" A low-pitched laugh sounded in the dimness, and someone fumbled to press the light switch. With a "pop", the room was lit up with a warm yellow and dim light.

It was still daytime, but the room was as dark as if it was late at night. Even if the lights were turned on at this time, it was barely from midnight to dusk.

The twilight of trance.

Illuminated by the only bright color in this dusk, the siren is in a trance, almost unreal.

Triton occupies the only couch in the room. Although the room is small and dark, still in a cramped and damp basement, the decoration is exquisite. The leather sofa casts ambiguous colors under the warm light, and the siren's curly long hair bundles At the back of the head, the headband that binds the hair is extremely bright red, embroidered and bound with gold thread, and a round pearl is dropped at the end.

It was as white and round as his bare shoulders.

He had already taken off the undulating silicone products and threw them on the ground. The high-heeled shoes were tilted here and there, the jacket was lost somewhere, and the shirt was only buttoned with one button, hanging loosely on one shoulder. On the head, the smooth lines from the shoulders to the abdominal muscles are dazzlingly white under the light.The slender and straight legs overlapped casually, and the skirt was folded and the stockings revealed a touch of erotic black lace at the base of the thighs.

However, the Lord seemed ignorant of how attractive he was at the moment, so he responded vaguely and indifferently, his fingertips jumped rapidly on the keyboard, his eyes reflected the rows of words growing on the screen, and the force he pressed on the keys was not strong enough. More and more, not a bit of annoying knocking sound.

"Did you go out during the day? I heard from Jay that he saw you." The man who walked in moved a chair and sat next to the sofa. He didn't dare to look at Triton, since he looked at the sea monster when they first met His eyes made him almost lose his eyes forever.

But the bewitching sea monster still haunted him in his dreams, the eyes looking towards the ground were obsessed with madness and a little bit of fear, such complicated and confused emotions even distorted his young and handsome appearance.

"I'm not obliged to report my whereabouts to you." Triton didn't seem to notice it at all, and didn't even take his eyes off the computer, just said lightly, "If you're not satisfied, I can leave at any time."

"No." The man immediately vetoed the proposal, and said in a muffled voice after a while, "You can do whatever you want." After finishing speaking, he got up and went into another room, annoyed but still carefully closing the door, lest there should be any noise. Broke Triton's train of thought.

Triton stopped typing on the keyboard outside the door, and looked thoughtfully at the man's room.

It smells so good... He couldn't help but licked the corner of his lips.

Such a strong and sweet fear must come from what men call "small business".

Tsk, I'm a little hungry.

The author has something to say: I have fallen to the point of secretly coding in class, little angels don’t follow me QAQ

But I can do that today [sighs]

In this way, I have to prepare for bed. There are so many things to do. Waking up early every day is like a third year in high school [eyes dead

The names of the people in this chapter are translated as follows

Triton-- Triton

Hotch--Hodge--【Criminal Minds】

Morgan--Morgan--【Criminal Minds】

Reid--Red--【Criminal Minds】

Garcia--Garcia--[Criminal Minds]

Gideon--Gideon--【Criminal Minds】

JJ--Xiaojie【The version I read was this translation--【Criminal Minds】

Setlla·Clara——Stella. Clara

No logo is the original character w