Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

On the afternoon of the day when the bag went back, Wu Cong threw it back into the picture of ghosts and ghosts. On the picture, a brightly colored and lifelike mountain spirit with the appearance of a child was added. He was half sideways sucking his fingers, and a ferocious grimace with blue face and fangs could be vaguely seen behind him. Want to break out of paper.

He is very good at the four items of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but strictly speaking, his paintings are undoubtedly the best.

Dansha felt a little lonely without a playmate. In the end, she simply turned into an arm-length python wrapped around her plush toy and dozed off. Fairy tales were played on the tape recorder for hypnosis. The little girl chanted about roast chicken, roast fish and roast duck. In her dream, she twisted and twisted, and when Wu Cong came to see her favorite bear doll, she had already been entangled so loosely that her head was about to fall off.

I had no choice but to replace the bear doll with another doll, and then throw it to a paper doll who is good at needlework to mend it. It must be mended before the little girl wakes up, so as not to flood Jinshan Temple again.

And Hotch still didn't have a good rest in the office. Although he didn't need to submit a lot of documents and materials, it was inevitable that he would be approached by some superiors who vaguely knew the inside story. Dealing with this group of people who have been in the officialdom for decades It is not an easy task to keep the water tight. After a day, my head buzzes like dozens of bees around my ears. Hotch frowned and couldn't understand why he couldn't bear it after a night of sleepless nights. Rossi laughed and teased him that he had entered old age ahead of schedule, but seeing that his face was really not very good, Rossi finally took the initiative to undertake part of his work and sent him back to rest early.

They just came back from the field work today, and there is usually no emergency that requires them to dispatch again, and they are just doing some routine paperwork, even if they are a little lazy and ask for leave, there is no problem.

So on that very rare day, Agent Hotch, the supervisor of the BAU team, asked for leave and left early. Before leaving, he casually mentioned to the team members the party that Rossi had proposed before, which received enthusiastic responses from everyone.

Even Garcia ran out of her "secret fortress", excitedly saying that she would definitely bake a perfect cake and bring it over - although the fat girl always sprinkled sweet syrup on the cake, but Everyone laughed and expressed anticipation.

The girls also took advantage of their sexuality to arrange a group outing, and recruited bag carriers Morgan and Reid.

Finally, after asking Rossi about work matters and asking them to contact him at any time for anything, Hotch drove back to the apartment with his bag.

It's only two o'clock in the afternoon, and the air at the end of August is still a bit dry and hot. Everything is warm, and when you reach out your hand, you will even have the illusion that you can hold a handful of sunshine. In this weather, the vision is unbelievably clean. Even the wind slowed down, the sound of the piano in the roadside cafe, the laughter of children on the street corner, the girl holding a balloon ran past the car while waiting for the red light, and the flying skirt drew a graceful arc.

Hotch leaned on the driver's seat and exhaled slowly, suddenly felt a little lazy from the cracks in his bones, like heavy lead weights hanging from head to toe, just wanted to just close his eyes and bathe in the warmth Sunshine, don't think about anything, just go to sleep.

But this is on the main road, it will be troublesome if he really falls asleep, and now he misses the soft bed in the apartment very much.

A few willow trees on the roadside were swinging their branches lazily, and some leaves fell on the grass, and they were blown past Hotch's car by the wind.

The car drove to the downstairs of the apartment building. In summer, the exterior wall of the three-story building was covered with green vines. In the small garden, there were a few big trees with lush branches and leaves that almost reached the windows on the third floor. There were a few birds. Children built nests among the branches and leaves. During this season, you can hear the chirping of cicadas, and occasionally a few wild cats will climb up the big trees to doze off.

There are not many residents in the apartment. Except for the landlord next door, only one on the third floor has been rented out, but according to the landlord, the tenant of that apartment was sent overseas half a year ago, so it has been vacant.

In short, besides the landlord and Danza, the only permanent residents in this apartment building are Hotch.

This does not mean that there are not many residents, but that there are only three.

When he entered the door, he ran into Wu Cong who was signing for a courier. The courier was wearing a black and white uniform and a peaked cap. Wu Cong handed him a banknote after receiving the courier. Hotch subconsciously glanced at it. I don't know where zero is the common currency.

"Mr. Hotch." Wu Cong stopped him, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"If a night of nightmares is a good thing, then I should sleep well." Hotch replied, rubbing his aching forehead.

"Your work pressure is too great, sometimes you need to relax properly." Wu Cong chuckled, and handed the express box in his hand to Dansha who ran out. The little girl cheered and ran into the room holding the box, and ran again Come back and say hello to Hotch.

"If you don't mind, come over for a cup of tea once in a while." Wu Cong invited with a smile, "Dansha will be very happy."

"Of course, me too," he added.

"...I will." Hotch nodded, and took advantage of the good timing to invite Wu Cong and Dan Sha to the Saturday party. "My team members really want to meet you." He said, "If there is If you have time, please feel free to attend.”

Wu Cong readily accepted the invitation, and said with a smile that he would bring some Chinese specialty dim sum, "The ones from my hometown are absolutely authentic."

After sharing the same secret, the relationship between the two of them has been subtly drawn in, and they can chat for a few words in the afternoon when they are free.

"By the way, Mr. Hotch." Before entering the door, Wu Cong stretched out his hand and brushed Hotch's shoulder as if he suddenly remembered something, shaking a willow leaf between his fingers, the long and narrow willow leaf was green and dripping, "Outside the door Those willow trees are losing their leaves a lot recently."

"Thank you." Reluctantly patted his shoulder and thanked him, Hotch opened the door and walked into his room, closed the door, rubbed his face to refresh himself, took off his clothes and threw them into the washing machine and turned it on. He hurriedly took a shower and grabbed a T-shirt set from the closet, then fell directly on the bed and fell asleep.

After returning from Boston, he went directly to Pittsburgh. He didn't have time to go back to the apartment to pick up his luggage, so he only had two suits in rotation. This suit jacket was the one he wore to attend the anti-terrorism seminar in Boston. Fortunately, this case It didn't take too long, or he might have been left without clothes.

Even so, wearing the same outfit for two days in August weather was a real pain in the ass for him.

When he fell asleep, he seemed to hear the neighing of a horse, but he lost consciousness before he could get to the bottom of it.

He didn't know that right now, outside his window, the scarlet python was wrapping its tail around the balcony railing and spitting out something. The muscles under the scales seemed to spring up and attack in the next second. In the void, a mane and The black horse with its flaming tail neighed like a demonstration, and the traces of lightning could be seen faintly under its feet.

This is a demon called Nightmare, with the fire of hell burning on its mane, Wu Cong has only seen its name in the literature, most of the Nightmare is active in Europe, this kind of life in the void Demons are not very common, it can make humans fall into nightmares, and even die unconsciously in nightmares, human souls are no different from delicacies to it-this seems to be nonsense, all demon recipes must be human Delicious soul.

Nightmare also sensed the threat of the giant python on the opposite side, wandering around uneasily but reluctant to leave, kicking with her front hooves seemed quite impatient.

"Relax, relax, I have no intention of fighting with you." Wu Cong showed his empty hands, "I just want to make a deal, how about letting the human inside go?"

Letting the devil give up the food he likes is tantamount to dreaming. A trace of disdain flashed in Nightmare's crimson eyes. With a long hiss, he rushed forward and raised his front hoof to step heavily on Wu Cong. It didn't know why this human being could see to themselves, but humans are vulnerable to demons.

Wu Cong dodged lightly on his toes, dodging Nightmare's hoof attack, and landed on its back, "Young man, don't be so impatient, listen to me." His tone was very helpless, sounding like a family chatter Like a nagging grandpa.

Nightmare shook his head and lifted his upper body to throw Wu Cong off. In the void, the burning flames of his mane jumped up and down. If Wu Cong hadn't jumped down in time, he might have burned a piece of clothing up.

Wu Cong scratched his cheek and sighed helplessly, "It seems that there is no way to resolve it peacefully." The giant red python beside him tilted its head and turned into a little girl in red, smiling and hiding behind Wu Cong. grimacing at the nightmare.

Nightmare was furious, stomped her hooves and took a few steps back to gather enough strength, and rushed towards the two who seemed to have no attack power.

"Young man..." Wu Cong unhurriedly took out a piece of rice paper, unfolded it, shook it, raised his hand, "Go."

The rice paper gradually grew bigger in the air, but it also became thinner and thinner, and finally it was almost transparent. The nightmare didn't see it at all, and the castration didn't decrease and even accelerated a little, preparing to smash the paper directly. It can almost be called a barrier that does not exist.

Then--

Then there was no more, Wu Cong found a place to shrink the rice paper roll that was retracted to the size of A4 paper, turned his head and tied the apron and continued to stand in front of the table kneading dough, Dansha pulled a small ball to pinch the villain, for children Speaking of plasticine, it seems that the attraction of plasticine is far less than that of such a ball of dough. While kneading it, he secretly ate the bean paste stuffing mixed by Wu Cong. Wu Cong opened his eyes and closed his eyes and pretended not to see it.

On the rolled up rice paper, one can glimpse a black horse with a bright red mane like fire, with its head raised and neighing like no other.

If Wu Cong can remember, maybe he can add a stable or something to make it more comfortable, if he can't remember...

Well, some wax.

Hotch next door frowned and turned over, the brows gradually relaxed, showing a comfortable sleeping appearance.