Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

No matter who it is, being forced to be separated during a passionate love is always an unhappy thing. Triton has only been separated from his own human being for just three days, and already feels that he is about to die in this European continent where the winter is about to fall.

In fact, it will not die.

However, the winter on land is really difficult for the Kraken. He has lived for so many years and has spent only a handful of winters on land. The cold wind will make him feel that his scales are about to be scraped off. The air pressure made his respiratory system uncomfortable, and the most important thing was that he didn't want to move when the temperature was low. He felt that even his plasma was about to freeze into ice, and he just wanted to sleep in the water every day.

No, no, it's not hibernation. Siren doesn't have a physiological mechanism for hibernation. He just doesn't like winter.

Ah, in this kind of weather, we should hug and kiss humans in a warm room.

Triton sighed with emotion, and slowly swung his tail and sank into the water again—there was a small but deep wound at the base of his fish tail, which seemed to have been injured for several days but showed no signs of healing. Blood oozes out from Silk, and it will take a few more days for the scars here to scab and heal, but new scales will not regenerate, only a scar that will never fade away will be left.

Of course, this scar was not caused by an injury, but when he removed the scales himself. It was the strongest scale on his fish tail, and it grew in the opposite direction to all the other scales. The tender meat is scooped out together.

Obviously, under normal circumstances, no one can do this except Siren himself.

The wound is no longer as painful as it was at the beginning, because of the newborn flesh arching upwards, there is a subtle itching, which disturbs Triton's mind. The removed scales have been properly cleaned and fixed on the workbench to wait for the siren to deal with.

It is also the most magnificent and bright scale on the Kraken's body. The phosphorescent light casts a piece of starlight, and the edges are round and smooth, which is completely different from the rest of the scales. Even the best pearls and jades are hard to match.

Holding a thin piece in the hand, the brilliance reflects like holding a handful of clear and flawless sea water in the palm of your hand.

Such a gorgeous color will fade quickly if it cannot be shaped in time, but it looks light and thin, no more than the size of a fingernail. In fact, its toughness and stability far exceed most substances in the world, and only rely on the special spirit of the sea monster itself. force to change its shape.

It's the beginning of October now, and the deadline is approaching. Triton spent two months drawing the blueprints in his mind, and he just waited for him to complete the shape of the scales as quickly as possible.

After the moon comes out, let's start working.

Thinking of this, he rolled his tail and rubbed the pearls inlaid on the wall of the swimming pool.

Ahhh, the wound is really itchy.

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The atmosphere in the police station on the other side is not very good today. The low air pressure comes from the stressed BAU team. This is the third day that Lillian Needham has disappeared. If you are unlucky, her body will be found today. And no matter how lucky she was, she didn't have another three days to wait for rescue.

In the past three days, the BAU team has received little or no information. Not every victim is related to the participants of campus bullying, and most of them are just ordinary students.

Therefore, BAU believes that they must have something to do with each other. They studied in different schools in different cities, with different grades, different genders, and different races. Garcia almost searched their information and found no relationship between them associated.

Not even their parents are related, they are in different social classes, and they have never even heard each other's names.

The investigation into the bar where Lillian Needham disappeared was also at a bottleneck. The party that day was extremely lively. There were [-] or [-] people who came, and many of them didn't know each other at all. When Lillian Needham disappeared, most people were so drunk that they couldn't even notice that even ten people were missing, let alone one.

A few suspicious objects were found in the surveillance video, but they were summoned to inquire and the suspicion was ruled out. Those gangsters just wanted to trade some marijuana at the party for petty theft.

Reid is flipping through Lillian Needham's diary. The little girl's diary is full of groans of adolescent girls, and she can't do without things like which boy is handsome and which girl is a whore. From time to time, a few pages are mixed with how he "learned" Frowning, Reid quickly scanned through the words of the unknown classmate, hoping to find some useful information.

He certainly doesn't like this kind of stuff at all, it's easy to recall his not-so-great high school, he can recite countless theoretical concepts related to it, but can never understand why anyone can learn from the pain of others Get happiness and satisfaction.

That would have been twisted.

He quickly flipped through the messy diary, and the lines of writing flashed across his eyes. Although the speed was very fast, he still keenly captured the key sentences——

"September 26th, Qing, today I had a big fight with that idiot D, he actually said that he wants to break up with me, it's really scary, I will be the one who got dumped first, I went to K to get revenge on him Well, that stupid big man on the football team listened to everything I said, and we stripped that guy D’s clothes and tied them to the goal all night, he should really thank me, at least I didn’t take off his underwear.”

"Auntie actually scolded me for this matter. She has done similar things before. It's really hypocritical."

"Forget it, she still has to deal with that idiot D."

Although the characters use code names, the relationship between the characters can be understood.

Aunt did it too... Reid muttered the sentence in the diary, and called Garcia's phone, "Garcia, help me find Lillian Needham's aunt, focusing on her high school days."

"Lillian Needham's aunt, Wendy Ramsden, was called Wendy Hopkin before she got married. She studied in a Las Vegas public high school in high school. She is a cheerleader. Her file looks quite satisfactory. She married a businessman a few years ago, and her husband died within a few months, leaving her a rich inheritance. The two of them have no children." Garcia quickly picked up the news that Reid wanted, "Speaking of Lasvi Garth Public High, Reid, that's not your—”

"That's right, it's my alma mater." Reid's face sank slightly, and he didn't continue the topic. "Check the parents and close relatives of the other victims and see if they have also participated in school violence."

"Okay, I checked and called you back." Garcia said.

Reid hung up the phone, sighing deeply.

The fact is not far from his guess. Garcia found out that although not all parents were involved, those who were close to the victim had been involved in school bullying incidents.

"It's not the victim that the murderer wants to take revenge on." Reid looked at the photos uploaded to the phone with a sinking face, "It's their elders." He stood up and walked to the reception room.

Lillian·Needham's parents and aunt Wendy lived in the police station for the past three days. Her mother shed tears every day and her father was also frowning. He has always regarded Lillian Needham as his own child, and now he bears no less pain than his biological parents.

"Ma'am." Reid called Wendy, "Can you come out, I have something to ask you."

"No problem." Wendy nodded, comfortingly patted the emotionally broken cousin beside her and walked out.

"I want to ask you..." Reid frowned and organized his words, "Have you received any similar threatening messages recently, either the obvious ones, or people you don't usually care about or who you haven't contacted for a long time Suddenly sent you a message about a funeral or something that made you sad." He paused, then continued, "For example, from your classmate."

"What do you mean...?" Wendy's face froze for a moment, "You mean the murderer was targeting me... I haven't had much contact with my classmates since I moved, and they won't..."

"I have this kind of suspicion at the moment." Reid was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm not talking about your friends." He unconsciously emphasized the word "friends," "I'm talking about the classmates who were once bullied by you, Have you heard from them?"

"Bullying?" Wendy took two steps back with a dry smile, "I didn't know you—"

"Wendy Hopkin." Reid called out her pre-marriage name, "We used to be in high school." His eyes were sharp and firm, piercing the softest part of people's hearts, "Maybe you have forgotten me, But I remember you...very clearly."

"Detective Reid, I think you must have made a mistake..." Wendy paled, clenched her fists to control her urge to turn around and run away, "I..."

"During your senior year in high school, you asked a boy to the football field, and then tied him...to the goal with your boyfriend, did you forget?" Reid clenched his fists, took a deep breath and slowly Spit out slowly, "Can you answer my question, Lilian is in danger now."

"I...you are..." Wendy's eyes widened, and from Reid's face, she could piece together the immature and panicked face in memory, and her face completely turned as pale as death, "I'm sorry...I...I'm really sorry... ..."

"I just want to know if you have received similar news." Reid tried to calm down his turbulent emotions, isn't it ridiculous, it is obviously the woman who left an indelible shadow on his youth, and at that time he thought that he would never be in this life. The face that would be forgotten, the two actually didn't know each other after many years, he felt uncomfortable on the one hand, and ridiculed on the other.

"I..." Wendy bit her lip, thought for a long time before stammering, "One, I received an email from an unfamiliar number, saying that there was going to be a funeral or something, I thought It was a mistake and I didn’t pay attention.”

"That's it!" Reid sent the number to Garcia to ask her to check the news, and hurried to the rest of the team to inform the discovery.

"That!" Wendy couldn't help calling him, and mumbled, "I know I did something terrible, I'm really sorry, very, very sorry." She couldn't help but took two steps forward, Reaching out to grab Reid's clothes.

Reid's footsteps paused, but he didn't say anything, he just walked away quickly.

He is just a mediocre mortal, so he can't be completely forgiving, can't tell her that those who hurt him can already laugh it off and don't care, all he can do is to prevent himself from becoming that kind of person, don't be Trapped in those memories with no escape.