Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Emily and JJ don't know how to describe their feelings at the moment. It's just that when they go out to ask a question, they come back and see their boss making out with someone else—a man. This feeling...

All in all it's not great.

"You...uh..." Emily stammered and pulled JJ back a few steps, not daring to look at Hotch's face, "We'll come back later..."

JJ also followed up and said: "I'm going to communicate with some media... don't bother me..." While saying that she retreated again and again, her eyes looked left and right, but she didn't go in the direction of Hotch.

Hotch knew the two of them must have misunderstood something, but before he opened his mouth to explain, they were running away like a dinosaur chasing after them.

Well, it looks like his "gossip" will be all over the group by tomorrow.

When he thought that he was about to face a storm of gossip, he couldn't help but feel his head ache, and even the ghosts around him, who exuded a chilly yin, looked much cuter in comparison.

"Sorry, I'll explain." Hotch sighed.

It doesn't matter whether Wu Cong misunderstands him or not, after all, Li Gui is more attractive to him.

"Interesting..." Wu Cong tried to reach out to touch Li Gui's body, but his hand passed through it. His fingertips turned lightly, and Li Gui's body formed a vortex. When he took his hand away, Li Gui's body It was back to normal again.

Hotch watched Wu Cong pull out his hand in amazement, and carefully reached out to touch the ghost. As expected, he saw his fingers penetrate into the ghost's body, just like dipping his hands in a basin of ice water in winter. Even the bones ached.

He shivered, not because of fear, but because of severe pain spreading from the bone marrow, every inch of skin was burning like hell, it seemed that something was pulling his skin down, blood vessels were broken, nerves were broken , he screamed uncontrollably and fell to the ground.

But when he retracted his hand, the pain disappeared. He clenched his fist, and there was nothing unusual in his hand.

"Are you okay?" Wu Cong stuck a Yang Talisman on Hotch's hand, and the thin piece of yellow paper disappeared as soon as it touched Hotch's skin, like a drop of water that naturally melted into the sea.

A warm current melted from the palm of his hand, driving away the chill in Hotch's body.

"It's okay..." Hotch rubbed his arms uncomfortably, the horrible pain that made life worse than death was still throbbing on his skin.

"You don't look like you're okay." He raised his hand and beat the ghost that was still trying to get closer, Wu Cong listened to Hotch's description of how he felt when he touched the ghost, and looked at Hotch who seemed to be a little bit unable to recover The eyes became a little subtle.

What a pity.He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if this kind of talent could be younger than 20 or [-] years old, he would definitely be defeated by those old ghosts.

——The ability similar to empathy like this is a very rare talent, and it belongs to the absolute cheat in the technique of controlling ghosts.

Of course, the premise is that you can see those ghosts and ghosts.

But Hotch is more concerned about the case at hand. He sorts out the materials at hand and introduces the case in detail to Wu Cong. Wu Cong circles around the ghost while listening.

"She" seems to be in her early twenties, with long and curly blond hair tied into a ponytail, her face is blue and white, but she can vaguely distinguish her pretty face, she is wearing a pink-purple skirt, and her eyes are The bloodshot eyes were filled with horror, and the eyeballs were rolled up.

Probably because she was beaten by Wu Cong once and knew the deterrent power of this person, she just stood motionless at the edge of the room, like a special sculpture.

Hotch remembered the face, and they made a sketch of the murderer based on Wallis' description, which was almost the same as the ghost.

"It's really interesting..." Wu Cong stroked Li Gui's body with his chin, to see how she twisted and recovered. It was different from ordinary Li Gui's reorganization. Every time "she" recovered, it would cause special energy fluctuations.

如果说寻常厉鬼的重组的公式属于0+1=1这种，那么她的重组就属于sin^2+cos^2=1，结果是一样的，过程则是完全的南辕北辙。

It was the first time he had encountered such a ghost, and he even thought of tying her back to study for a while instead of dissolving her grievances and letting her reincarnate.

As for cinnabar?The little girl was so hungry that she was so sad, and she didn't want to see the bloody photos of dead bodies that made her even more hungry, so she squatted sadly at the door of the conference room and twitched, pretending that she was a little mushroom that didn't need to eat.

"That's probably what happened," Hotch said, putting the last photo of the flayed body away.

"In other words... six men whose hearts were dug out." Wu Cong played with a pen, "Are you sure they were dug out with tools?"

"We found knives and saws that matched the wounds on the body," Hotch said.

"Wow." Wu Cong sighed, "females are really scary." The face is too big, and this time she encountered the Waterloo scorpion, she was really mad. The opponent hit to the point where even a human heart would have to be used.

"So..." Hotch sat opposite Wu Cong and looked at him seriously, "What exactly is the murderer?"

Wu Cong propped his head and smiled, "That's 'Painted Skin'."

"Painting... skin...?" Hotch jerkyly repeated the Chinese pronunciation of these two words, "Ghost?"

"Strictly speaking, it's a monster." Wu Cong took out a piece of paper and drew a dog-like animal, "It looks like a skinned dog. In this state, it is very Fragility, the sun or flames can kill it, so it will choose a woman, and then like this," Wu Cong clicked on the photo of the corpse, "peel off her skin and wrap it around himself, human breath It can completely protect its body, and even I can hardly distinguish it at a glance."

"What about the men? Why kill men?" Hotch asked, "Or after having sex with them."

"That's a piece of dead skin." Wu Cong said, "Painted skin has no yang energy on it, so the dead skin on it will shrink and rot, and the man's energy can slow down the rate of decay. As for why you want to kill...a man's heart But the deliciousness of Dabu, it was injured a few days ago, a serious fatal injury, and it needs to recover as quickly as possible."

Painted skin with skin is one of the most difficult monsters to catch. If it hadn’t been for this time when it secretly kicked the iron plate and was beaten to death by the scorpion spirit, it had to abandon the skin it was used to and go on a killing spree, as long as it wraps its body The human skin carefully restrains its breath, and when making love to a man, it does not greedily take out his heart, and if it does not use special means, Wu Cong might not be able to find it in this lifetime.

Although it is immoral, thank you to the unlucky owner of Scorpion Jing.

Wu Cong's description was not very vivid, and Hotch was not a character who was scared to death by a little ghost, so he just summarized Wu Cong's description on paper, and asked if there was any way to get the painted skin out .

"Six is ​​enough for it to breathe a sigh of relief." Wu Cong said, "So it won't come out to take risks during the day, if I say it, its first prey must be this person." He picked up Wallis "It's a shame not to eat the marked prey, but I'm not sure when it will strike. Huapi has always been good at patience."

He tried to calculate the position of the painted skin, but the lag caused by the incompatibility of the network equipment (?) made the progress desperately slow.

"What's more important than that is to tell the girls in the city to pay attention to safety and the police to step up patrols. After all, everyone knows about this skin now." Wu Cong said.

"You mean—!" Hotch was taken aback for a moment, then stood up abruptly and rushed out.

Now that this skin is well known, it is time to change it quickly.

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The human body is really beautiful, especially those delicate, sweet girls with soft eyes, each of them is so beautiful that it makes people tremble,

The only disadvantage is that it cannot be kept fresh, all the good things are fleeting, the living humans will grow old, and the dead humans will decay. No matter how many ways are tried, the beautiful skin on the body cannot keep its fresh appearance forever.

The mirror reflected a poor skin, with mottled scars, rough skin, and dull blond hair.

If it wasn't for that damned scorpion's bad deed, why would she have fallen to this point!

Her face was distorted, and she quickly smoothed out every wrinkled fine line in front of the mirror. All the energy collected during this period was used by her to heal her injuries, so she naturally didn't care about taking good care of this skin, or Well, this imperfect skin will be thrown away by her sooner or later, there is no need to take good care of it, as long as it can be used at this stage.

Now that she has recovered a lot of vitality, it is only a matter of time before she fully recovers, so it is time to hide.

This skin is now plastered all over the street, and the man who sealed himself into the drawing paper is in this country. She will never forget the fear of dying, and she needs a new skin.

A flawless skin that could allow her to hide in the sea of ​​people again.

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Hotch asked Garcia to cross-comparison the cases similar to the case they were investigating across the country, not limited to a single comparison of DNA. As expected, two skinned female corpses were found from three years ago to now , and five male corpses with missing hearts, all of them had sex before death without exception.

"How could I not have discovered this before!" Garcia exclaimed, her mood has stabilized a lot, and she is not so easy to collapse when faced with the same miserable corpse that was also skinned and died.

"Our attention is on the DNA, and the DNA collected from these corpses does not match this case," Hotch said, "help me inform Morgan that they are coming back."

As soon as Garcia hung up the phone, Wu Cong walked in holding the phone.

"I need an identity that can be involved in the case," he said. "The previous special counsel identity the CIA said could not be used."

"Special counsel for what?" Hotch asked.

Wu Cong thought for a while: "Overseas terrorist attacks are invaded by alien species."

To be reasonable, there is nothing wrong with it.