Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

A children's program, which made Hotch have a great misunderstanding of non-human aesthetics. It was not until a long time later that he realized that the object of that program was the Japanese hell. Ghost really has a friendly and motherly image, and the leading gymnastics dancer behind is Maki Momo, who plays the popular girl idol "Angel Huang Ying" in hell. It is said that the otaku in hell also contributed considerable ratings .

As for why Dansha is addicted to this show...

Can the female ghost sister in the title really not eat QAQ

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When Hotch came back from get off work one day, he saw a car parked outside the apartment door. Although it was an unfamiliar car and license plate, he knew the officer who was walking to the car.

I have dealt with them when working on a certain case before, and it can be regarded as one of the important roles of the CIA.

He should be here to find Wu Cong. Hotch still remembers that Wu Cong once said that he was half of the CIA's non-staff employee, and even if Wu Cong didn't mention Hotch, he could guess the specific responsibility.

Seeing his face, the officer's conversation with Wu Cong was not going well. Wu Cong stood outside the door to see him off, although he was smiling but his brows were slightly drawn together, showing a little impatience. Unhappy written on his face.

The officer seemed to want to say something else, Hotch thought for a while, then sped up the car a little and "accidentally" pressed the horn.

There was no need to do anything, the CIA chief, who had always been vigilant, got in the car and left immediately when he found someone coming.

Dan Sha poked his head out from behind Wu Cong, and made a face in the direction the car was leaving.

"Thank you." Wu Cong frowned.

"He took my spot," Hotch said.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Hotch." Smiling, Dansha took the initiative to help Hotch get his briefcase. That's right, it's not "Mr. Delicious" but "Uncle Delicious".

Seeing Dansha's courteous look, Wu Cong couldn't help laughing and cursing a few "heartless puppy legs", thinking of going back to wash, cook and braid this little girl after scolding, how sad it is.

Of course, Dansha's hospitality is also purposeful. The little girl really wants to know when Uncle Hotch's cute little brother Jack will come to play again. The days without playmates and only watching TV are really boring.

Hotch didn't ask what the CIA officer was doing just now, and Wu Cong didn't mention it, but before entering the door, he said that he might have to go out in the next few days, and told Hotch to remember to bring the tips he gave.

"Amulet?" Hotch asked.

Wu Cong blinked, "Guess?"

Hotch glanced at him and closed the door.

Wu Cong laughed lightly, and murmured something interesting.

In the apartment, Dansha is working hard to unravel a Nine Links, which is also one of the things Song Yu sent, saying that it is for Dansha to relieve boredom.

Although Wu Cong felt that this inextricable thing would only make his little girl more and more depressed.

Seeing that Wu Cong came back, Dan Sha happily gave Wu Cong the Jiulianhuan with only one untied Jiulianhuan in her hand, and asked A Lang to continue this impossible task for her, lying on Wu Cong's lap While watching the slender and slender fingers nimbly tossing the complex toy, he was playing with the red string on Wu Cong's wrist.

"Alang, I don't want to go." Dansha muttered, "I don't like that person just now." The smell is not good at all.

"I don't like it either." Wu Cong smiled, and put one free hand on Dansha's head to comb her hair gently. The little girl's hair is thin and soft, maybe because she was too hungry in her early years and was malnourished. Turning yellow, running cold fingertips across the hair, Dansha was quickly smoothed and half-closed his eyes, "Then why did Alang agree?"

Dansha's eyes, whose mind is still in the child stage, are clear and ignorant, no wonder they often call Taotie and they sigh that this child does not seem to be taught by Wu Cong at all.

"Although that person was annoying just now, you can't get angry just because he is annoying." Wu Cong said, and simply put Jiu Lianhuan aside and braided Dansha's hair, "It's like although the medicine is very bitter, but you still need it when you are sick. Taking medicine, isn't it?"

Dansha curled her lips, "Then, let's go there." After thinking about it, she emphasized, "Must make the medicine bitter!"

"Is it good to add ten catties of Coptis chinensis?" Wu Cong was kind (?).

"Well... twenty catties!"

In fact, I don’t blame Dansha for being so disgusted. This time it’s an extra task, and it has nothing to do with the ghost map. It’s just a big boss who wants to buy some oriental ancient relics, or a few local masters. I don’t know how many years ago the ancient cultural relics were smuggled out of ancient tombs. Who can be blamed for being recruited? Don’t you see that those Chinese ambassadors for special cultural exchanges in the United States (?) are all watching from the sidelines and preparing to watch the show?

Or later on, the boss really couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to take out his most precious antiquities as a reward, and those few just took a look at it, I mean the reward after taking a look, and then this business was sent In front of Wu Cong.

And Wu Cong was really interested in that reward...

It just so happens that the group of ghosts who escaped are still safe, so they should go out for a stroll.

"Go and pack your luggage." Wu Cong took out a clip to fix the braid on Dansha's head, "We're leaving tomorrow."

Dansha nodded, and went to the mirror to take a look at how her hair was combed. Seeing that it was a beautiful princess hairstyle, she dragged out the big suitcase and began to pack her things.

They usually don't go out for more than three days, so they don't have a lot of things to bring, but because the destination this time is New York, Wu Cong brought some extra things.

——Everyone has several friends, right?

When Hotch went out the next day, Wu Cong happened to be taking Dansha out as well. Dansha was sitting on the big suitcase, holding a transparent plastic jar in her arms and obediently waiting for Wu Cong to lock the door, because she behaved very well last night. After packing all the luggage of the two of them, Wu Cong released the bag to accompany her as a reward.

There is a shallow layer of soil in the big plastic jar. The sac is a mountain spirit. The earthy environment will make it more comfortable. Dansha also contributed a lot of his own snacks to put in the jar, holding the jar to watch. The sac lay on its stomach and slowly gnawed on a biscuit that was as tall as itself.

But I can only watch or play clapping games through the jar. If these two little guys with childlike hearts really play, then either you will die or I will die, and the cinnabar will be sucked dry if it is pulled away. Yang Qi, if the sac is pulled away by cinnabar, it will die on the spot, so it is better to use a layer of plastic to be safer.

"Good morning, Uncle Hotch." Dansha greeted obediently, and the pouch in the jar raised her face covered with biscuit crumbs and shouted twice in a milky voice.

"Good morning." Hotch bent down and touched Dansha's hair, "Are you going on a trip?"

"En!" Dansha nodded, "We're going to see Alang's friends!"

It's not to see a doctor for some annoying white-haired grandpa!

"Are you going on a trip too?" Wu Cong asked while looking at the suitcase that Hotch was carrying.

"Do you think I might have that vacation?" Hotch sighed resignedly. "A field trip."

And this time the call came directly to him, which was not a comfortable job.

Wu Cong suddenly reached out and patted Hotch's shoulder, "It will be very smooth."

"Thank you for your kind words." Hotch took out the kit bag stuffed in his pocket and shook it, "I hope everything goes well."

Wu Cong smiled even more, "Come on."