Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The room is very dark, and the curtains are drawn so that there is no light. Not to mention the vampires' residence, the shading measures are absolutely first-class. Walking from the outside to the inside of the house is like stepping into the dark night from daytime.

But it is not completely dark. There are flickering light sources in the dark night, which come from the ground, walls, and even the ceiling. point.

Reid was lying quietly in the center of the room. His upper body was naked, and he was also painted with complicated lines, which happened to match the magic circle in the whole room. The silent "Qi" flowed into his body along the lines, and It flowed out along the lines, bringing out a trace of strange blood.

This is not a process to enjoy comfortably, even though Reid has lost consciousness, his brows are still frowned because of the pain of the power in his body being torn apart.

Wu Cong’s entire treatment process need not be repeated here. Any novel or movie about Xianxia on the street is much more exciting than it actually is. There are no complicated rituals or bloody sacrifices in the imagination. The only bright spot is probably It was only time for Wu Cong to paint the complex magic circles all over the room, and the rest of the time was just to repeat the process of sending spiritual power to the magic circles. A few of them didn't even bother to take a look, but a few who planned to go to university this year gathered around Hotch to consult a lot of information related to criminal psychology, and asked about the salary of government civil servants by the way.

The vegetarian and highly capable Cullen family has always been at the top of the government's recruitment list. Considering that the children in the family are more or less old enough to be independent, it is undoubtedly a good choice to have the government behind them.

Triton got in touch with his "old friends" to clean up the large number of vampire corpses he made on the spur of the moment, and deal with the tails. You have to be extra careful when you open the door so as not to accidentally bump into a haggard old salted fish.

On the morning of the third day, the brilliance of the formation in the room slowly dimmed. This time Wu Cong did not inject spiritual power into it, but a spell awakened the sleeping Reid, and then released Triton, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time. He came in to let the two of them have a good tenderness, and asked them to remember to check their bodies later. After that, he pushed the door very winkingly and went out, yawning, leaning against Hotch and closing his eyes for a nap.

——The rest of the people are relaxed, but he has to watch the magic circle around the clock and make corrections at any time to prevent any accidents. Even if the god's body does not rest for several years, there will be no problem, but he will still be very tired mentally want to rest.

It will take at least two hours for the two people in the left and right rooms to exchange feelings, so he will take a break for a while... Zzzzzz

Facts have proved that Wu Cong's prediction was very accurate. The two in the room did not do anything and still spent an hour and 48 minutes communicating emotionally. He opened his eyes when Reid pushed the door open, and he was a little bit rational. With messy hair and clothes ripped, it was impossible to see how he just lazily dozed off on the head of the FBI, as limp as a lazy cat.

Reid looks much better now than before, and even the inherited dark circles under his eyes are much lighter. Wu Cong took his hand and took a breath carefully to check his physical condition, although he was indeed trying to control it as much as possible. It is adjusted in a good direction, but he is actually not too sure about what state he can achieve.

"Most of the toxins have been removed." Wu Cong breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The rest will not have a great impact on him, mainly due to the occasional thirsty symptoms, but they are completely restrained, almost It's like when we crave a cake or something every now and then."

"There is also his lifespan." Wu Cong added, "Generally speaking, it will be prolonged by the influence of vampires, but generally speaking, it will not be as long as vampires. It will be about 1000 years if it lasts to death."

"One... thousand years..." The poor little doctor stammered and repeated what Wu Cong said, his face was so blank that it made people feel pity.

Hotch couldn't help secretly recalling the look on his face when he first knew he was immortal, and then gave Wu Cong a cold look.

on purpose?

Wu Cong looked back with an innocent face.

No.

Well, omitting their brow and eye lawsuits, the results of this unexpected turn of events are pretty good, and Triton is content to know that he can spend a long time in the future with humans, Reid I also don't want to worry about what will happen to Triton after I leave-at least it will be something that needs to be considered hundreds of years later.

I wanted to celebrate at first, but it’s a pity that work doesn’t wait for anyone. For this matter, Hotch and Reid took two days off. The main force of the two file processing is not there, and the accumulated files are enough for the BAU team to take turns calling. They went back quickly, already overwhelmed by the volume of documents.

And Wu Cong didn't wait for anyone. Just because he was absent from work for three days didn't mean that others didn't work anymore. The number of emails on his phone was about to explode, indicating the overtime hell he was about to usher in.

Suddenly, I really want to come back to life.

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A few days passed, Hotch was still busy with various cases, Wu Cong returned to his usual [-]-[-] routine after finishing the backlog of work, February [-] passed in a blink of an eye, After Dansha woke up from the hibernation that she could never wake up from, the apartment seemed to have entered spring from winter to March in an instant. Every day, she could hear the little girl's chirping and laughing noises, and the energy she had accumulated all winter was so noisy that Wu Cong also had a headache.

Fortunately, Dansha soon found a new object of torment.

It all started on an ordinary and ordinary night, that day was Friday, Hotch had just settled a case and was in the rest stage of submitting documents and adjusting his mental state. The [-]-year-old cub training class, so Wu Cong was very contented to toss with his lover Hu Tianhu for most of the night. When he fell asleep, Hotch could see the slight morning light through the curtains, and instantly felt his waist hurt even more.

When he fell asleep, everything was normal. Wu Cong half-closed his eyes and combed the human hair. He always had a subtle premonition tonight. It was not unknown, but his instinct told him that something was about to happen. It made him restless and difficult to sleep.

Before dawn, he received a message from Song Xia. Instead of sending a text message as usual, Baihe sent a jade slip, which contained a large amount of information, and the influx of information even cost Wu Cong Take a few seconds to react.

When the clock reached six o'clock, the aura in the air suddenly became disordered, like a terrible and endless earthquake, the leylines, the spiritual power network, everything was going through the process of breaking and reorganizing, and this process was super fast. It's almost imaginable, if Wu Cong hadn't been paying attention to the changes in aura, he might have ignored it if he made a mistake.

This is a change that has radiated the whole world. Everything in the world is changing silently. Although the sudden change makes the spiritual power in Wu Cong's body boil, it feels quite uncomfortable, but the understanding brought by the moment far exceeds that of dozens of people. Years or even hundreds of years of penance.

And Hotch, who was protected by the spiritual power shield that he opened subconsciously when he realized it, missed the changes made by the world's self-adjustment.

That's why he was so startled by the morning news on TV the next morning that he almost choked out the coffee he just drank.

What the hell is Iron Man, and Captain America? !

Isn't that the cartoon character he had when he was a kid, he remembers collecting Captain America comics, probably in elementary school, what was that dragged out of the sea on TV, movie promotion? !

Hotch turned his gaze to Wu Cong, who was not surprised at all and was sitting on the side drinking tea and smiling, his eyes clearly expressed his thoughts.

--explain.

Wu Cong put down the teacup in his hand, and explained: "The worlds overlap." As he spoke, he drew two lines in the air with spiritual power, "Each world line is independent but not completely parallel. As the development spreads, they will overlap like they do now." The two spiritual power lines under his hand stretched and intersected at a certain point, "In order to stabilize them, they will make certain changes to accept each other, and temporarily recombine into one world, just like now In this way, everyone in your world will think that the existence of those heroes is normal, and people in another world will think that vampires or monsters are normal."

"However, this is not permanent. The two world lines develop at their original pace, and will eventually separate forever." The intertwined lines of spiritual power spread in two directions. "

"You were also covered when I was practicing last night, so you were not affected."

"How long will it last?" Hotch asked.

"Not sure." Wu Cong said, "Looking at the speed of the world line, if it is fast, we may return to normal in the next second, if it is slow, it may be ten or twenty years."

While they were talking, they heard Dansha's brisk footsteps outside the door. It seemed that she had come back from the cub study class. Wu Cong raised her eyebrows hearing her footsteps and said with a smile: "It seems that this time she also brought a A lot came back."

It was indeed a lot of things, the little girl walked in carrying a man covered in black and blood with his head upright, put the man on the ground and said triumphantly: "Look, Ah Lang, I can hunt by myself! "

Wu Cong looked at the man on the ground with at least five or six broken bones and serious internal injuries, and felt that the beating was really light.

My fluffy little girl!