Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"Dear passengers and friends, boarding of flight MO248 to the United States is about to start..."

Hearing the sound of the broadcast, Wu Cong lowered his head and patted the little girl who was lying on his knees, sleeping in the dark, "Dansha, wake up, we should go."

The little girl lying on his lap looked to be only two or three years old, with a bulging bun face and arched around, "Sleepy... Alang, I don't want to go abroad anymore, I want to sleep..." She had big almond-shaped eyes The water in the middle of the water was overflowing, so pitiful, even Wu Cong, who knew her true identity, felt a little soft-hearted when he saw such a pair of eyes.

In other words, it was because he had raised this girl like a daughter since he was a child that he was particularly easy to soften his heart.

"Then I'll let Song Yu take care of you? I'll go by myself?" Wu Cong nodded Dansha's nose, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle. Song Jiao was his friend and was close to the Dansha clan, so he thought he would take good care of her.

Dan Sha shook her head vigorously, and put her arms around Wu Cong's neck, "I want to be with A Lang."

"Okay, okay." Wu Cong smiled and supported Dansha to hug her, and picked up the suitcase with the other hand, "Shall we go to sleep on the plane?"

Dansha nodded again, and muttered angrily: "Those Yankees are really useless, and I need Alang to help them clean up the mess."

The CIA agent who walked in front of them and pretended to be protective twitched his mouth, but finally buried his head and chose to pretend to be dumb.

After all, it's really their fault.

"Dansha, don't talk nonsense." Wu Cong muttered something verbally, and smiled helplessly in his heart. If it hadn't been for the fact that he couldn't clean up the situation this time, the country would not have approved him to go abroad. The person who tied the bell, so to speak, slept soundly in his mausoleum for thousands of years, and was inexplicably broken in by a group of tomb thieves, his body was aroused by Yang Qi, and a bunch of things were stolen to blame him.

It's his fault that among the stolen things was a picture of ghosts and monsters sealed with ghosts and ghosts, and it was looted by foreigners.

The foreigner didn't know the goods, so he tore up the painting and let the ghost inside out when he returned home. It's still his fault.

In the end, the people sent out by the Americans were too weak, not only did they fail to catch the ghost, but they also got in. It was all his fault that the entire team of dozens of people was there.

So angry, but keep smiling :)

Let him go abroad to solve the mess, okay, no problem, but those things that belonged to him in the American museum, if there is nothing left, they have to be returned to him!

That's right, it's that narrow-minded!

"What do you want to drink?" The agent sitting next to him asked cautiously. The plane that was disguised as a civilian was full of CIA elites. They belonged to a special department. Although they were under the name of the CIA Directly dispatched by the highest level, it specializes in dealing with things that should not be known to ordinary people.

——Although most people think that they are more likely to face the invasion of alien species such as aliens when they come in, but in the end they find that the alien species that have invaded the most are ghosts from ancient civilizations such as China, Egypt, and India Ghosts, spirits, monsters.

Most of them were brought in because of the rampant smuggling of cultural relics, and even if they were chased to the country of origin, they would be smeared every minute.

Especially the recent picture of ghosts and ghosts that was so broken that it couldn't be put back together. Hundreds of people have died on it so far, including several priests sent by China.

"Clear water is enough." Wu Cong replied softly, gently patted the cinnabar that had fallen into a coma again, but it was really hard for the girl, who had to follow him across the ocean when she was about to shed her skin run.

"Is she unwell? I have medicine here." The detective next to him brought him a glass of water and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Wu Cong said, unfastened Dansha's seat belt and hugged her into his arms, "Thank you for your concern."

He looked sideways out of the window, it was already midnight, the sky outside the window was as black as ink, and the clouds and smoke billowing below could be vaguely seen.

The [-]th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the Ghost Festival, and the gates of ghosts are wide open. No wonder there are so many ghosts hidden in the smoke, probably because there are still memories in the world and they don't want to leave.

Sending a message to the old friends who are busy driving the ghosts back to the underworld, it can be regarded as thanking the other party for turning a blind eye to not caring about him smuggling dangerous creatures out of the country by taking advantage of the most vulnerable time of the enchantment.

When dawn was approaching, the plane landed slowly on the runway.

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In the hospital, Hotch, the young supervisor of BAU, sneezed and rubbed his arms vigorously. He wondered if the air conditioner was turned on too much. Miss the most important moments in your life.

——His wife Haley is working hard for their child in the delivery room next door. He was kicked out when he planned to go in to accompany the delivery. .

The time became extraordinarily long at this time, although it was less than an hour since Haley was pushed in, he felt like a century had passed, the corridor was empty, and no one saw this young prospective Dad scratched his head and had no image.

"Are you okay?" Hotch heard someone ask, and then realized that at some point there was a woman standing next to her. She was petite and wore a khaki skirt, with a thick scarf around her neck. She looked uncomfortable. look.

"Are you all right?" the woman asked again. "Is your wife in there?"

Hotch nodded, maybe because he was accompanied, he felt less nervous, "She's been in for almost an hour."

"Then there's still a lot to wait for." The woman giggled, her English is not very good, Hotch speculates that she should be an immigrant from Asia, "It doesn't take long for a woman to have a baby, your wife is really nice Life, unlike the one in my family, who is about to give birth and still disappears." She said while touching her stomach, and slowly sat on the waiting chair.

Her belly was so big that it was scary, Hotch subconsciously helped her to prevent her from falling to the ground, and got a timid thank you from the woman.

"Your wife must be very happy..." The woman said softly, taking off her scarf and holding it in her hands. There was a trace of red thread on her neck, dancing up and down like a living thing, but Hotch was busy stretching He turned his head to listen to the movement in the delivery room, and paid no attention to her at all.

The woman didn't speak anymore, she lowered her head and patted her belly, a coquettish smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Hotchner?" The door of the delivery room opened suddenly, and the nurse came out in a hurry.

"I am." Hotch hastened to greet him.

"Your wife is more dangerous now, she may..." The nurse took a deep breath and finished the rest of the sentence. If it was possible, no one would tell this father who was looking forward to a new life that his wife and child were on the verge of life and death. This is even more cruel.

At the same time, she was also a little strange. This lady had been checked before entering the delivery room. Everything was normal and healthy, and there were almost no signs of dystocia, but for some reason, the baby was suddenly stuck in the middle of the birth canal 5 minutes ago and could not get up or down. Not going, it's almost like something is forcing the baby back.

"Please make sure...save Haley...they..." Hotch's voice trembled, leaning against the wall to barely stand still.

The door to the delivery room closed, and the poor man slid against the wall, his face buried in his knees, whimpering intermittently.

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"Stop." Wu Cong looked at the passing hospital for a moment, then suddenly yelled, before the car stopped, he hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

"Alang, the window." Dansha whispered while lying in Wu Cong's arms, she was still sleepy and yawned.

It was obviously too late to go up the stairs, so Wu Cong took a picture of the breath-holding talisman for himself, borrowed some strength from the window, and jumped onto the air conditioner on the fourth floor. The pregnant woman who was separated by the wall was obviously exhausted. The child in the stomach is dying.

There was a smell of blood and rancidity in the air. This smell was outside the delivery room again, and there was no other possibility except childbirth ghosts.

Wu Cong took out the talisman pen from his pocket, and hung it in the air to dot blood on the paper to make ink. The scarlet liquid twisted in the air like smoke, and gradually coated with a layer of white light as the talisman pen flowed. Lifting the tip of the pen when closing the pen, the formed talisman flowed into the air conditioner like smoke, and the blood stagnant in the air was instantly cleared.

Immediately afterwards, the window next door shattered, and a woman with a petite figure and a big belly jumped down. Her figure moved lightly with the wind, and her shadow could not be seen under the sky.

"Dansha." Wu Cong called out faintly, turned around and jumped down after the woman.

"Birthing ghosts are so unpalatable." The little girl wrinkled her nose with dissatisfaction, her eyes suddenly turned green, but the moment she got close to the woman, she suddenly turned into a red python, and opened her mouth to devour the evil ghost Exhausted.

She is about to shed her skin, eating more spirit-rich ghosts is good for her health.

"Go back and make you sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Wu Cong lightly landed on the ground, patted the little girl who was dallying in his arms and comforted him, "Three pans."

"Four dishes." Dansha bargained, "You still have to hug me to sleep at night."

"It's all up to you." Wu Cong smiled wryly, Dansha always fell asleep in the middle of the night and would turn back to his original body to wrap him tightly. It is really easy to break his ribs in the middle of the night, even though he is dead, But it still hurts.

While coaxing the little girl in his arms, he turned his head and looked back. The fourth floor was full of vitality. He thought that the pregnant woman had given birth safely, but the young father by the bed was probably a little frightened, so he wanted to take a good rest for a while. God.