Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Since last week, there have been five shootings in New York in two weeks. The pressure on the entire neighborhood is unprecedented. The detective in charge of this case, Kate Joyner, personally called Hotch to ask for help. The detective was still in Scotland, England a few years ago. I met Hotch when I was working in the field, and the two have a very good personal relationship.

However, Agent Joyner can be described as a strong woman through and through, with a tough temper and a stern style, and she does her own way, which makes her not get along well with the local agents in New York.

Similarly, in the face of the BAU team she invited without authorization, the detectives Brustin and Cooper in charge of the case did not look very good.

Not to mention that this case puts Agent Joyner's supervisor position in jeopardy, and the No. 1 choice to replace her is Morgan.

It is conceivable how bumpy the road ahead for this case will be.

Compared with the stiff atmosphere in the FBI's New York office, Wu Cong and Dansha's were much happier. They received a warm welcome as soon as they got off the plane and opened the door. Ribbon, "What a nice welcome."

"I think so too." The man who sprayed Wu Cong with a ribbon on his head had a playful smile on his face, and raised his hand to lift up Dansha, "Xiao Dansha, do you miss your brother?"

"Yes!" Dansha thumped her arms and made a circle, "This--how do you think!"

"Then I have this-what-so-thinking!" The man held up the cinnabar and shook it, put her on his lap, took out snacks from his pocket and fed it to the little girl, "Today's hair is so beautiful, who is it?" Combed it for you?"

"Alang combed it." Dansha proudly showed off, "Alang also combed many other styles!"

Wu Cong calmly closed his eyes and meditated, refusing to accept someone's gaze of "I never thought you were this kind of zongzi", and said: "Your elder brother is delicate, don't mess around with Dansha, come here."

He purposely added an accent to the word "brother", but a certain person was so thick-skinned that he didn't care about this kind of sarcasm at all, and climbed up the pole, "Xiao Dansha will live with brother today, okay? Just like before."

Dansha tilted her head and thought about it, and the man pinched her little face again because of her cute appearance, "It's okay, I've slept so many times before, and I'll show you some tricks at night." He said with his fingertips A gleam of fire was ignited, and it turned into a bird with a slight flick, flapping its wings and flying around in the car.

Dansha clapped her hands excitedly and watched the firebirds flying around, and was moved by what the man said, so she stretched out her hand and tugged at the corner of Wu Cong's clothes, "Ah Lang...?"

The man also blinked and looked at Wu Cong: "Uncle...?"

Wu Cong stroked Dansha's hair, and forcibly carried his little girl out of the arms of a certain old Buxiu. He looked indifferently and didn't look at the way that certain old cucumber was painted with green paint, "No way."

The man sighed in disappointment, "You never objected when I was sleeping with Xiao Dansha before, and you would help us spread the quilt."

The corners of Wu Cong's mouth curled up slightly, "You used to be a bald chicken, but now you are still?"

"I'm 瑑鷟 (yuezhuo), 瑑鷟." The man mournfully corrected Wu Cong's wrong name.

"Well, it's not a bald chicken." Wu Cong sneered, "It's a bald duck."

A man is a divine bird called a bird, which belongs to a kind of phoenix, and symbolizes tenacity and unyielding quality. There is a saying in "Mandarin" that Zhou Zhixing also said that a bird sings in Qishan. It used to be considered noble and beautiful, but in recent years. The purple feathers that are often derided as gay purple.

Hmm... the original shape looks very similar to a wild goose.

Decades ago, Wu Cong had just crawled out of the grave with Dansha and lived in the dormitory. On the second day of his house, there was a bald duck that had just been seriously injured and Nirvana was dying. At that time, there was only Dansha left. There are two heads, one is to save the other, and the bald duck is very defensive against snake heads, so it is put in a room to observe the injuries.

Who would have thought that he would look like this after regaining his vitality, Wu Cong felt that he must have saved a fake bird.

It's hard to understand why the country would send him out as a permanent representative to foreign countries. Wouldn't it really cause international problems?

"Little Dansha, you don't want to sleep with me when brother grows up?" the man asked.

Dansha lowered her head and gnawed a piece of biscuit, and looked seriously at the man with broad shoulders, thin waist, long legs and a body of water and yang, "Is it different from before?"

"That's right." Wu Cong said, "Now he is covered in miscellaneous hair and breathes fire, and he eats a lot."

Hearing that Dansha was struck by lightning, she stared at the man's handsome and dignified face for a long time, and sadly buried her face in Wu Cong's arms.

"Little Dansha..." The man poked Dansha, and the little girl twisted her body and let out a sob.

Wu Cong met the man's bewildered eyes, and the corners of his lips deepened a bit, "The way you looked before...it's delicious."

Even a bird like a bald-feathered duck who has undergone great changes just after Nirvana is not something that cinnabar can bite, not to mention that at that time cinnabar only had a snake head, which was swallowed in the front and then came out again. For her, it was hairless. The duckling looked like the duck that Wu Cong stewed from time to time. Dansha liked to bite around the naked and warm little duck in the middle of the night, feeling that even the wound on his body didn't hurt at all.

As for the man in front of me five or sixty years from now, who is said to have grown up, not only does not taste like duck, but also breathes fire, and is especially edible...

The little girl couldn't help crying even more sadly.

"Just send us to the hotel." Wu Cong patted Dansha's shoulder reassuringly, promising to buy her roast duck when he arrived at the hotel, and then coaxed her tears back.

"I want three." Dansha sniffled, thinking that only delicious food can soothe her sad heart.

"Okay." Wu Cong took out a piece of candy and fed it to Dansha, the smile on his face looked unusually hateful in the eyes of the man beside him.

"I really want to wear small shoes for you..." The man was full of resentment.

"You dare not." Wu Cong smiled calmly.

That's right, the man really didn't dare, although he was indeed a wild alien and Wu Cong was a thousand-year-old rice dumpling, that's right, but who stipulated that a thousand-year-old rice dumpling must not be able to beat them?

Let’s not mention how cheating Wu Cong’s Raoshizi Wu Xianguo blood is, nor how strong Wu Cong’s magic divination and spell skills are. Just thinking about his own life after death, he can’t easily offend this man who was brought forward by the underworld. A candidate for a senior official scheduled for a century.

The man calmed down and declared defeat, and honestly took out the information Wu Cong needed, "As soon as I saw this, I knew you would be interested, so I contacted you right away, those foreigners..." At the end he said I couldn't help curling my lips, obviously feeling sorry for the cultural relics looted by foreign countries.

"A lot of people have returned over the years, right?" Wu Cong said lightly, "Just take your time."

"But it's still uncomfortable to watch." The man shook his head and sighed. If he could hold back his breath, he wouldn't be the one who was struck by lightning because of killing mortals and almost didn't even survive Nirvana.

"Are you sure it's uncomfortable for you to look at?" Wu Cong picked up a photo. In the photo, the man was in the shape of bones, but his belly was as big as an October pregnancy. .

The man sneered, "It's self-inflicted, but it seems really pleasant."

"I have to make some preparations, tell them to prepare the reward tomorrow night, I don't accept credit." Wu Cong shook the photo and put it back in the file.

"Don't worry." The man who often dealt with such incidents said with a smile, "It's a pity for them to die."

Before getting out of the car, Wu Cong gave the man the bag hanging on the suitcase, "Your relative asked me to bring it for you, telling you to remember to eat well."

There were two hundred catties of bamboo in the bag. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, smelling the familiar fragrance. He suddenly realized that he had been abroad for so many years. He was silent for a few seconds and brewed his emotions. He lay down by the window facing Dansha He laughed and said, "Xiao Dansha, let's sleep together next time."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of talisman paper was pressed into the car by Wu Cong, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"A Lang?" Dan Sha looked up at Wu Cong in confusion.

"In the future, if you see this kind of meeting and want to sleep with you, you will turn into the original shape and bite him." Wu Cong taught, "They are all stinky hooligans."

Dansha nodded ignorantly, half understanding.