Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

It was already very late when BAU arrived, but no one went to the hotel to rest. They rushed to the police station as soon as they put their luggage away. The family members of the missing person had been waiting there for a long time, and all the materials they needed were collected and collected. Waiting for the review together, the bar where the party was held was also temporarily closed, leaving all the participants for the convenience of questioning.

In this case, time is life, and BAU and the police can only drink coffee and try their best to stay awake and continue to work.

By the way, the coffee brewed by the police station's coffee machine is terrible, almost as good as muddy water. I really don't know whether the refreshing effect comes from the coffee itself or its terrible taste.

Hotch took JJ and Reid to the police station for handover work to appease the mother of the missing person, while Emily, Rossi and Man went to the bar to be responsible for questioning and collecting evidence.

The parents of the missing person are celebrities in the community. His father is an accountant and his mother is a doctor. However, his father is not in the United States because of a business trip, and the earliest flight will arrive tomorrow, so only her mother is at the police station. and her mother's cousin.

Reid is not very good at comforting grieving family members, it should be said that he is very bad at it, but Hotch is busy handing over to the police, and JJ is entangled by the media, so he can only bite the bullet.

Miss Lillian Needham's mother, even though she was over forty years old, still had a slim figure with tight skin, chestnut curly hair casually, and uncontrollable panic and sadness in her eyes.

The woman who sat next to her and softly comforted her didn't look so beautiful. She was slightly fat with dark circles under her eyes, and her face was sallow and depressed. Even if she tried her best to cover it up with layers of cosmetics and expensive skirts, she still couldn't hide it. senescence.

Maybe she was beautiful when she was young, but the years are often crueler than human imagination, turning her beauty into dry bones without a trace.

Reid sighed inwardly, sat across from them and asked about Lillian Needham's situation in as gentle a tone as possible—she must be similar to the other victims in some way, so she was targeted by the murderer.

In Lillian Needham's mother's mouth, she is a very good girl. Although some young people are rebellious and hyperactive, it is not harmful. She has always performed well in the decathlon. The boyfriend of the main player of the football team broke up and is being hotly pursued by many boys.

She is the ideal daughter of every mother.

But her mother's cousin secretly found Reid and said that Lillian Needham had some bad records of school bullying, which she helped to settle. Lillian Needham's mother didn't know about these things.

"She seems to be very close to you?" Reid said. Generally speaking, the mother should be the one who knows the daughter's confidant or the one who solves the trouble, but Lillian Needham's aunt seems to know her better than her mother.

"My husband passed away very early, and we have no children." Lillian Needham's aunt, a woman named Wendy, stroked her hair from her ears with a sad expression, "Cheryl...is Lilian's mother. It’s been busy, so Lilian is almost like I raised her, I already think of her as my own.”

"...Sorry." Reid said softly, "We will do our best to rescue Lilian."

"I believe in you." Wendy smiled, turned and walked back to the reception room to comfort her cousin - one of the two must be stronger, if they both fall down, what will poor Lilian do.

She tried her best to straighten her back a little more, trying to hold back her tears.

……

"According to Lillian Needham's family, she should be a good student. She participated in school bullying a long time ago, but now she has changed her past. She will not participate in any related incidents and study hard. She hopes to receive an admission notice from Yale next year. ’ Hotch summed up the information Reid brought back.

"But that's not the case with the information I got from Lillian Needham's classmates." Man frowned, "drinking, smoking, blackmailing lower-grade students, although her grades are good but her personality is extremely bad, but because her suitors are rich and wealthy. No one dared to speak out about Shicai, so they could only support her."

"Polarized." Emily shrugged and looked at Rossi, "Which one do you believe?"

"Don't tell me you didn't lie to your mother," Rossi said. "We have to talk to her teacher."

Classmates may slander out of malice, and mother may be partial out of love, but in any case, the opinions that the teacher can get are always more pertinent.

Hotch glanced at the pointer that was already heading towards two o'clock, and thought about setting out tomorrow's tasks: "Tomorrow Reid, you and JJ will go to Lillian Needham's teacher, Emily, you and Garcia will check the surveillance video of the scene together , Dave, Man, we are going to talk to the family members of the previous victims, based on the conditions of the victims when they died, they may also have something to do with school bullying."

"That's all for today, go back and have a good rest."

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The night is already very deep, and the moonlight is quite gentle tonight, floating like silver sand falling to the ground, even though it is only a crescent moon at the beginning of the month, it is still very bright.

This kind of night is very suitable to be accompanied by red wine. The liquid in the crystal goblet is mellow and fragrant, and the bewitching red color complements the moonlight.

But Triton occasionally likes a slightly stronger wine, such as whiskey without ice, the color is crystal clear and the moonlight matches, and a light sip will directly rush into the mind's slight drunkenness.

Most importantly, tonight's extra meal was a bit clumsy, not worthy of the few bottles of red wine he had stored in his cellar.

On the contrary, the slightly cheap whiskey in the corner bar is just right with the meal.

Triton borrowed a guitar and a Lime, sat on a stool, hummed an unknown folk tune and plucked the strings.

There was no one in the bar, the lights were dim and desolate, and the door was open. I just don't know if there will be any customers today.

There is no accident at the beginning, and it is the hound monster. Although the taste is not bad, it is not an appetizing delicacy. Xi, fell to the ground one after another as if drunk.

Triton ate very reservedly, and kindly left half of his soul for them to stuff back. If he was rescued in time, he might be able to regain consciousness, but he would be either crazy or stupid for the rest of his life.

What followed after the vanguard was somewhat interesting. The scorpion beast is somewhat more advanced than the hound monster, maybe because it is poisonous, and the taste of the soul is also a bit numb. It didn't work, so still only ate half of it to taste.

The guitar sound passed through the microphone wire and then radiated from the loudspeaker, which was somewhat distorted. The siren sang with great interest all night, whether it was folk songs or jazz. Seeing people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead as spectators did not diminish his interest in the slightest.

Occasionally he would stop to take a sip of the wine at his feet, his gray-blue eyes filled with malicious interest.

Not enough...

He smiled inwardly.

Just like once on the sea, it is not enough to overturn the ship with the turbulent waves. Human beings are often cunning, cunning and amazingly patient. If they are not careful, some prey they get will fly away. Take a bite and even lose your life.

Take it easy.

He put down the empty wine glass, got up and walked through the mess, humming the tune of a love song softly.

The young man who defeated the strongest opponent and became the crown prince under his support was still too immature. He had indeed promised to do what he would do in the future, but now that the old king still controls most of the power, everything still needs to be done. endure.

Triton has no intention of making Europe his own. He just doesn't like being plotted against by others. It would be great if he could coexist peacefully. A pacifist leader.

Theoretically the best choice is undoubtedly the witch's baby son. Unfortunately, I don't know if it's because he worshiped the free and undisciplined sea monster too much when he was a child. Now Sean has no interest in returning to Europe and becoming a king. He prefers to cast it himself. Portland, therefore, declined Triton's proposal of "are you interested in going back to your hometown and becoming a king".

—Of course, he and his mother would be looking forward to it if they could appreciate the downfall of his ruthless king and vicious queen.

If it's a fairy tale, kids probably won't like it.

The insidious siren and the vicious illegitimate son designed to kill the prince, and when the old king was in grief, he secretly supported a puppet to defeat all the competitors and become the new crown prince. Although the old king angrily sent himself All the troops chased and killed the Kraken, but it only made the Kraken gain another half a catty, worrying about whether to exercise more so as not to gain weight and be disgusted by humans.

After a period of time, the old king will send almost all the people under his command, and he will fall ill because of "excessive worry", and the queen will also fall down because of repeated blows. A perfect answer sheet was handed over.

After that, when the prince completely replaced the role of the king, when the people no longer needed a king who was paralyzed on the bed and couldn't even speak, the king would follow the public opinion and "die of illness" on a certain day, the prince succeeded to the throne smoothly, and the sea monster sat on the throne. Take advantage of it.

During the whole process, the siren only needed to appear to attract attention when the prince made the king "fall ill", but in the end it got the most benefit.

Fairy tales like this, where bad guys get no retribution, are reality.

Triton edited a few emails for Reid, and fell asleep in the water until the bubbles blew out.

After singing all night, I was a little tired.