Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The small town in Montana welcomed a few guests today. It is really a "small" town with a combined population of less than [-]. The police station also serves as a post office and an activity center for the elderly. It is never enough, and even their system was not connected to the federal system until last year, and they were able to perform some database comparison queries.

Hotch made an appointment with the sheriff of the small town. The tough sheriff hesitated for a moment after hearing his request, but finally nodded in agreement.

They dug up a grave in the cemetery, and the bones in the coffin were filled with rot. There was no forensic doctor in the town, and their only doctor took up the post. After the case was declared fruitless, he reassembled the bones bit by bit. When he got up, even though he had no skin and was eaten by wild beasts, he still hoped that the poor Wuming girl would look decent when he was buried, and it would save Wu Cong a lot of effort.

Wu Cong took out the human skin that had been carefully preserved all the way, spread it out a little bit, and then covered it on the bones.

There seems to be a breeze passing by.

The ghost floated aside and watched her coffin being resealed and buried back into the soil, and let out a sigh like a sob. Her bones were finally completed, and the guy who caused her couldn't bear to die, and her parents I already know where her bones are buried, and I am rushing here from England.

"Thank you." She said softly, reaching out to hug the two people who saved her soul.

She has no more nostalgia.

The hug from the ghost was a bit cold, but Hotch could feel the peaceful and relieved emotion in her heart. The streamer of stars rose from the toes of the ghost, and as soon as the breeze blew, they flew along the breeze to the sky.

Hotch raised his head and watched the light melt into the bright daylight, and suddenly felt tenderness in his heart, and all his hard work and torment, at this moment, blossomed into a tree full of heavy and fragrant flowers.

"My colleagues once asked me why I chose to do this job." Hotch said that he was a public prosecutor before entering BAU, and he was much better than BAU in terms of benefits and work intensity.

"I think it should be for this moment." It is the best relief for him that the perpetrator gets the punishment he deserves and the victim is relieved.

When he said this, his eyes were bright and soft, as if they were mixed with fine meteorites, burning with a scorching fire that made people tremble.

Wu Cong turned his head to look at him, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, his brows and eyes moved brightly.

"Let's go, go back."

The sun was shining and there were no clouds in the sky. It was another fine day.

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In a blink of an eye, everything returned to the usual rhythm. Hotch was still busy every day when he went out early and returned late. Wu Cong lazily stayed at home with nothing to do. Zongzi watched the long series of wizards together.

Recently, the plot has progressed to the two young and frivolous years of the first generation of the old devil and the white wizard, and some stories about Newton Scamander, the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", but not in detail, only briefly mentioned his life in New York After some stories, the camera was turned back to a generation of Dark Lords. After all, the focus of this series is still on the changes in the European wizarding world, especially the British wizarding world.

Dansha looked curiously at all kinds of strange little animals running around on the TV screen, his eyes were shining, and he yelled "Wow!" and "Ah!" from time to time, and sighed in frustration , "If only I were a little wizard..."

Wu Cong rubbed her soft hair, knowing that the little girl was greedy for those fun-looking and delicious animals.

It's a pity that they can't be raised. If ordinary small animals are fine, one or two of the animals raised by the wizard are extremely sensitive to the breath, and the cinnabar way is shallow, and there is no way to perfectly restrain the breath on the body. A little exposure is enough to scare those animals to death. Weak little thing, unless Dansha is willing to raise an ugly western pot-bellied dragon or a fierce griffin.

But not being able to raise it doesn't mean there is no other way, Dansha fawningly tugs on Wu Cong's clothes and shakes it, softly calling "A Lang" and rubbing it back and forth, so much that Wu Cong has no choice but to accept this errand.

Well, it's not the first time anyway.

Spread out the paper and adjust the ink, open the album of magical animals stuffed into the bookcase at some time, and ask Dansha to choose by himself, but the rules still need to be stated in advance, Niffler who will turn the house into a mess is not necessary Count on it, and Diricawl, who likes to teleport and scurry, won't work either. Dansha must choose a well-behaved little animal that won't turn around.

Dansha hesitated for a moment on the puff velvet. This kind of docile animal is very popular with children in the wizarding world. Recently, a special breed has been bred by crossbreeding, which changed its not-so-lovable scavenging nature. Eat pasture like a bunny.

But Purongrong didn't like to move very much, so Dansha had to give up regretfully, and then she fell in love with swallowtail dogs and invisible beasts. After reading the whole book several times, she finally made up her mind and chose a cat lizi.

"Are you sure?" Wu Cong asked.

Dansha nodded, not forgetting to make an opinion: "For nothing!"

"Okay, for nothing." Wu Cong dipped a pen into the ink, and the things he used to coax the children didn't need to be very careful. A fluffy cat and raccoon jumped out of the paper with a flick of the ink, because Dansha wanted a white cat, and Wu Cong would not be too careful. I didn't draw the spots on the cat's body. After waiting for a few minutes, the ink on the paper was completely dry, and I added some peacock blue spots on the cat's eyes.

"I'll come, I'll come!" Dan Sha stood on tiptoe and blew on the paper puffing her cheeks. Wu Cong lifted the paper and shook it, and a little snow-white cat Lizi rolled down from the paper.

"Mi?" Maolizi tilted his head with an innocent face, and let out a small cry. His peacock blue eyes were moist and bright, and his snow-white long hair was fluffy and soft.

"Ah Lang is the best!" Dan Sha exclaimed in surprise and kissed Wu Cong on the cheek, picked up the confused cat and lizi and ran back to the room.

"Remember not to get in the water." Wu Cong reminded behind her, the little guy who draws casually can be turned into ink blobs if he gets in the water, even if he is not in the water, he will appear when he dies It will disappear in two or three days.

Enough is enough, it would be good if Dansha's interest lasts for more than five days.

When Hotch came back from work at night, he saw a cat squatting in the corridor and looking at him with its head tilted. The cat was squatting in the middle of the corridor, as if guarding the door. Its blue eyes looked at Hotch for a while and then blinked. After blinking, he stood up and yelled twice, then turned his head and entered the half-open door of Wu Cong's house.

When I turned around, I could see that the cat's tail had a bulbous tip and was covered with long fur, just like a lion's tail.

Hotch was stunned for a moment, then saw Wu Cong sticking his head out of the door, and greeted with a smile, "Are you back?"

Immediately afterwards, Dansha also ran out, "Mr. Hotch!" She held the cat in her arms, "Look! The cat that A Lang drew for me!" She tiptoed to hold the cat to Hotch, the cat He didn't dislike him, he raised his paw friendly and called Mimi twice.

"It's cute." Hotch rubbed the cat's neck, the long fur felt extra soft, the cat yawned and narrowed its eyes.

"Have you eaten yet?" Wu Cong leaned against the door and asked with a smile, Dansha happily ran back after getting the compliment and went to play games with Maolizi.

"I've eaten." Hotch replied while stuffing the chocolate Dansha gave him into his pocket, "Chinese takeaway."

Wu Cong raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure it's called Chinese food?" He still remembers the weird dishes he ate when he was too lazy to open fire and ran to a nearby Chinese restaurant to make a makeshift meal.

It can't be said that it is not delicious, but he is [-]% sure that Chinese food is definitely not like this.

Do as the Romans do, and of course the dishes in other countries have to change according to the tastes of other countries. Wu Cong understood why when he went abroad, half of the gifts from his old friends were food and drink and the other half were seasonings.

"American version of Chinese food." Having eaten at Wu Cong's Xiaozao, Hotch certainly knew how unauthentic the Chinese restaurants he often ordered were, so he added an adjective without changing his face, and smiled slightly.

Dansha ran out of the house again, stuffed the snacks he was clutching in his hands to Hotch, pursed his lips and ran away shyly, Wu Cong remembered that it was saved by Dansha in the afternoon with a face full of reluctance. I thought the little girl kept it because she wanted to steal it at night.

Even though it was just a piece of biscuit, Wu Cong felt a little bit sad that his daughter's elbows had grown and started to bend outwards.

"She is towards you." Heartbroken, and his tone was a little sour, Hotch looked at Wu Cong's sore face with a smile, broke the biscuit in his hand in half and handed half to Wu Cong.

Wu Cong ate all the biscuits unceremoniously.

"Hurry up, Ah Lang, the TV is about to start!" Dansha shouted from inside, "Hurry up!"

Wu Cong shrugged, "Then, good night."

"Good night." Hotch nodded and opened the door of his apartment.

Turn on the light, close the door, and it's quiet in an instant.

Across the wall, Wu Cong lay lazily on the sofa, a jug of wine was chilled in ice cubes, Dan Sha hugged Maolizi Gong Ah Gong into his arms, and stared at the TV with wide eyes.

On TV, a female ghost in white is slowly crawling out of an ancient well, and the soundtrack is eerie and has a special flavor.

Wu Cong took a sip of his wine, and patted the giggling little girl in his arms.