Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Chapter 77

Dr. Reid has been a little distressed recently, no, it should be said to be a little troubled, and it can even be said to be quite painful. Imagination can be so good, every night's dreams are not heavy, fragrant and colorful, in addition to the coral-colored seabed, there are column-style Greek temples, deep aquariums, etc., the only thing that is the same in all dreams is Triton They are all in the state of a fishtail, with the slippery fishtail rubbing against the bare skin, every time Reid can quickly disarm in extreme pleasure and vague shame.

I actually speak so harshly. Reid buried his face in the quilt and refused to recall more detailed dream content. These dreams made him always turn around in his mind when he faced Triton. Freeze somewhere to estimate the approximate value and compare it with the dream - it is almost ashamed to see the other party.

As for why none of the Tritons in the dream were in the mermaid state, he also had some doubts. He miraculously remained awake when he was dragged into the water, so he was sure that he saw the Triton with the mermaid body and the strange-looking man with his own eyes. The fight between ugly creatures, the fight between two kinds of creatures that do not conform to the general scientific laws.

This kind of creature does not exist in the world. It does not conform to the laws of genetics, but he just saw such a scene. This is definitely not good news for Dr. Reid, who has a genetic history of schizophrenia. Therefore, when he found himself forced to go on vacation, he didn't object, and stayed on the island peacefully to enjoy the leisurely time here.

He really needs a period of rest, not only physically but also mentally. The onset of sensory disturbances and hallucinations means that he may already have certain symptoms of schizophrenia. He needs to relax himself as much as possible Nerves are tense to see whether this situation is just an accident or has begun to deteriorate.

If it is just an accident, then he can be controlled through reasonable planning of work and rest schedule and some over-the-counter drugs, but if it has started to deteriorate, he needs more professional treatment. From the most pessimistic point of view, he is likely to have to Spend the rest of her life in a nursing home like his mother, and maybe cause countless troubles for others.

It sounded like hell. Reid sighed, got up from the pile of quilts, put on some clothes, and walked out of the bedroom with his slippers.

Today's sun is very good. In fact, this small island near the equator in the South Pacific seldom has bad weather. When he walked out, Reid was blinded by the sun and closed his eyes before he got used to it.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, handing Triton a basket of washed tomatoes.

"Some cheese." Triton was not polite, he took the tomatoes and cut them one by one and put them in the glass. He didn't forget to pinch one and put it in his mouth. "Would you like one?" He handed the other to Reid lips.

"Uh...thank you." Reid was stunned for a moment, and quickly put the cheese on his hand to free up his hand to put the small tomato into his mouth, "It's delicious." He said.

"Hmm." Triton retracted his hand and leaned over to kiss his cheek, smiling, "It's really delicious."

Reid froze for a few seconds, then decisively picked up the cheese and stuffed it to Triton, "Don't mess around!" He took a few steps back unconsciously, stammering.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Triton shrugged and turned his back to concentrate on handling the food on the counter.

For the convenience of cooking, he tied his long hair into a ponytail, and his home clothes were loose, so Reid could clearly see the bright blue scales growing behind Triton's ears, which formed a sharp contrast with the white nape of his neck. The backs of the ears were neatly arranged in a shape similar to gills, and they opened and closed slightly, and even the ears began to undergo some changes.

Reid forcibly suppressed the urge to scream, looked at the scales with bated breath, blinked, and blinked again, not only did the scales not disappear, even Triton's ears turned into spiny ears in front of his eyes Fins, translucent blue thin scales supported by indigo cartilage, vibrated sensitively in the air.

It's so real... Reid reached out out of nowhere to touch those ears that were as delicate as works of art, so real that they seemed real.

"Huh?" Sensing Reid approaching Triton, he turned his head and looked at him questioningly. The bright blue spot in front of his eyes disappeared in an instant. Reid stretched out his hand anxiously, but what his fingertips touched was the soft and smooth human skin. The body temperature is slightly cooler than that of ordinary people, but it is still far from being non-human.

"Is there something wrong?" Triton asked with a smile, seeing that Reid was still in a daze, he seemed to think that he was still sleepy, so he brought him a glass of juice that had already been made, and asked him to go to the living room outside to wake up and take a nap, left and right He wasn't doing much good by staying here, except for the bacon and eggs toast cups in the oven.

Reid sat in the living room with the juice in his hand for a while, and from time to time, he turned his head and glanced at the busy Triton, who was busy sticking sliced ​​strawberries cut into nice shapes on the wall of the glass, beating them into fine pieces The fruit puree was filled in layers, and the side face looked very good in the sun, and the long eyelashes trembled like a butterfly about to fly.

But just now, he clearly saw those bright blue scales, which were as delicate as gemstones, and Reid hugged his head and groaned, feeling his heart gradually cooling down.

There is nothing worse.

On the other side, Triton absently put the fruit cup into the refrigerator while peeking at Reid's direction. He is not unaware of the depression of his human being these days, and he probably knows the reason, but he just doesn't know what to do for a while. How to comfort him, those unnatural resistances he saw in his eyes and kept in his heart, but he couldn't speak at all.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

Fearing that it would be irreparable if the last layer of window paper was broken, the sea monster was timid once in a while, and made a shrinking turtle once to comfort himself.

So I repeatedly typed the full belly of the manuscript and finally said nothing, only showing some traces sneakily in daily life, or one or two scales, or the flash of ear fins and fish tails, waiting for his human being to take the initiative to speak However, his human beings may or may not have noticed that every time they face the silent and pretending Reid, Triton feels fortunate for a while, and full of apprehension for a while.

What on earth is his human thinking...

The sea monster sighed deeply, worried about gains and losses and at a loss.

What about Reid?After staying here for a week, Reid wanted to leave the island, not because the environment here is bad, no one would dislike such a small island with pleasant scenery and mild climate, and it was not because Triton made him unhappy, the other party took care of himself With meticulous care, he gained a lot of weight as his leg injury healed, and sometimes he felt that he could squeeze out some soft fat on his stomach.

It's just that his "hallucinations" continued to increase and showed no signs of abating. He began to see scales popping out of Triton's ears frequently, and sometimes he would look at the other's legs when he was swimming in the water. He made a fish tail, so that gradually he almost believed that Triton was a mythical creature with a fish tail.

To make matters worse, he began to feel that he was being watched. Sometimes he would feel that there were two eyes staring at him in his sleep, which made him wake up in horror. Yesterday he almost shot a shot at the closet because he felt There was something horrible in the closet, but there was actually nothing in it but his clothes.

Delusions of persecution, hallucinations, sensory disturbances, thinking disturbances, he also sometimes has a headache during the day, buzzing in his ears and can't hear things clearly, he knows he is sick, what he needs now is not to curl up in a certain place and lie to himself Resting and pretending that he will be fine, what he needs is professional treatment and medicine, as well as guidance and advice from experts.

These are not available on the island.

At the same time, the guilt in his heart is also urging him to tell Triton everything. He knows very well that his evasive attitude these days has confused and disturbed the other party. He has no right to prevent the other party from knowing the truth. He has to make everything clear—his My mother is a schizophrenic patient, so no one knows better than him how bad a schizophrenic patient can make his life. Hallucinations and delusions will turn him into another terrible appearance. You can't leave people. Nursing homes are the most rational choice in many cases.

Should he be thankful that he has made a lot of long-term investments earlier, at least he doesn't have to worry about the source of income after losing his job in the FBI.

He made up his mind to confess everything to Triton, no matter what the other party chose, he would gladly accept it.

Reid chose to go to Triton in the afternoon. In the morning, Triton usually handles some official business or reads books in the study. Triton has a very good study, where Reid can freely choose those rare and well-preserved out-of-print books to read, no matter what time. The newly added soft sofa and warm-colored cushions in the study that do not match the overall classical style are specially prepared for him.

It was really comfortable. Reid could spend his time in the study from 09:30 in the morning until bed time, reading whatever he was interested in, while Triton started to deal with official business at [-]:[-] in the morning, hold a conference call or review some documents , He never asked Reid to avoid him, and Reid never asked him about any of his decisions. The two spent the whole morning in the study peacefully, with only the sound of pages being turned and Triton's occasional phone calls. Quiet and enjoyable.

So Reid is a bit reluctant to break this time to talk about some less beautiful things.

It was different in the afternoon. Usually Triton would be floating in the pool by the sea at this time and would not come up. His swimming skills are very good. It can be said that he is the best swimmer Reid has ever seen. He is really like a fish swimming in the water. Generally, the posture is smooth and full of beauty.

It's just that every time Reid sees a fish tail dragging behind Triton for a few seconds, so he still prefers to read in the study than to go to the pool to bask in the sun.

Sure enough, this time he saw Triton lazily swimming in the water dragging his tail, and that tail was hitting the water surface intermittently, looking very bored.

"Triton." He called out to Triton, and as a rule of thumb the hallucinations faded when Triton became aware of him.

"Huh?" Triton hesitated for a few seconds, finally gritted his teeth and flicked the fish's tail to change the direction, and swam to Reid, "What's wrong?"

"There's something wrong." Reid squatted down and glanced at Triton's tail several times, and found that the hallucination didn't show any signs of disappearing. He strengthened his belief and said straight to the point, "I want to go back."

"Go back?" Triton repeated in a strange tone with half-closed eyes, "You want to get out of here?"

His tone seemed to be suppressed, but Reid's attention had been on Triton's tail and he didn't realize it at all. He nodded and replied, "Well, I have something to do and I can't stay here."

Triton looked down at Reid, slowly showing a gentle smile, "I won't let you go."

His voice was as soft as sugar, and his eyes were lingering and stubborn.

"Never let you go."

His hands gripped Reid's shoulders tightly, as if he was about to drag him into the water in the next second.