Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The hospital is a very magical place, where birth and death, happiness and sorrow meet in the same place. For an international metropolis like New York, the hospital can be said to be the most common place to see foreign gods, from various gods. It is a god that symbolizes death and is busy leading the souls of the dead back to their own country.

In this era of economic globalization and population migration, the most troublesome ones are probably the underworld personnel who are in charge of reincarnation.

Wu Cong saw his patient in the intensive care unit of the hospital, an old man who was even more skinny than in the photo, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, he was expressionless, he waved his hands nervously, and uttered something from his mouth. Vague and unintelligible words.

The clothes could no longer cover his protruding stomach, and the veins twisted and twisted on his stomach. Such a stomach gave him great physical pressure, making it extremely difficult for him to even stand up.

Dan Sha held Wu Cong's neck and looked at the old man curiously, "Ghost." She pointed to the old man's belly curiously, as belly ghosts are rare, and this was the first time she saw someone possessed by belly ghosts.

"Yes, belly ghost." Wu Cong held the old man's wrist and penetrated some spiritual energy to protect his heart, "So you can't eat indiscriminately, you know?"

Dansha looked at the old man's pitiful appearance, and nodded hurriedly, she didn't want to be like this.

"Excuse me..." The man standing behind them couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with my father?" He is not close to his father, but he only knows that his father got sick because of some antique. At night, he dreamed that someone invited him to a meal. When he woke up, his stomach began to swell and he couldn't eat anything. He shouted that a demon was talking to him all day long, and he became unconscious after a while.

Wu Cong didn't answer him, looking at the boxes brought in by the bodyguards, the man quickly introduced: "These are all bought by my father recently." Some of the boxes contained porcelain, and some contained jade. There is nothing special about it, although it is full of dark air because it was dug out from an unknown tomb, but it will not attract belly ghosts.

Until Wu Cong saw a golden bead, the size of a child's fist, emitting a faint glow under the lamp, he knew that this should be the culprit.

He even dared to take money from the dead, so it's no wonder that ghosts came to his door.

But he didn't point it out on the spot, he just talked lightly about what was there and what wasn't there, frightened the man for a moment, turned his head and agreed to return all these cultural relics.

"Then my father..." The man looked at the old man who was lying on the hospital bed and had difficulty breathing. No matter how much dissatisfaction and hatred he had when he was young, he couldn't help thinking of him now. How could he bear to see him suffer again? Such torture.

"Don't worry." Wu Cong took the medicine refined yesterday and counted out five pills, and then asked the bodyguards nearby to help the old man to the toilet, and then brought a larger plastic basin.

The old man couldn't sit still sitting on the toilet, and he was supported by the bodyguards so that he could barely fall down. When his posture changed, his stomach looked even more scary, and the weight seemed to make a terrible sound.

The old man's complexion looked even more ugly, even a little frightened, subconsciously waving his hands to push the people around him away, and kept making "ho ho" sounds.

"Don't watch the excitement, go reincarnate quickly." Wu Cong reluctantly dispersed the ghosts gathered in the toilet. A person possessed by a ghost can hear many voices that should not be heard. Imagine being surrounded by noisy people day and night, as if you are in a busy city, but when you open your eyes, there is no one. It's too much to bear, not to mention the elderly who are not in good health.

Five baduchi balls, but the size of red bean, one by one for the old man, the old man's complexion changed after a few seconds, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were erratic, his face was slightly distorted because of the pain, and then he was in the room. There was a stench, and the dirty things fell into the toilet.

This process lasted for a long time, and the old man's stomach deflated little by little, revealing his pitifully emaciated body. People with ghosts in their bodies could not eat cold or heat. After all, he hadn't eaten for at least a month. The injection was hanged.

It took about ten minutes for the sound of excretion to stop, but the old man's face was more painful, his lips trembled, his eyes turned white, he opened his mouth desperately as if he was suffocated, and his hands and feet trembled convulsively. Not only that, even the bodyguards almost didn't hold him down.

Wu Cong took a few steps back to pick up the basin, and once again praised the great human invention of plastic.

Dansha stared at the old man intently, his eyes sparkling.

"Uh——cough cough cough cough!" The old man suddenly bent down and retched a few times, opened his mouth to the maximum, a black shadow took the opportunity to escape from his wide open mouth, and quickly moved towards the half-open door. He rushed around, Wu Cong threw and buckled the basin in his hand, which was a sure thing, but for some reason when he made the move, his heart shrank and his fingertips trembled, it was a little crooked and he couldn't buckle it, Dansha saw it He rushed out quickly, his legs turned into snake tails, slapped and flicked at the black shadow, and captured him neatly.

"Alang?" Dan Sha called out to Wu Cong, who seemed to be a little dazed, and handed him the belly ghost on his tail. Her eyes were full of doubts. She had almost never seen Wu Cong miss, or in such a low-level place. "Are you OK?"

Wu Cong came back to his senses, shook his head and said it was all right, took Dansha's curled tail and shut it up, then wiped the little girl's tail carefully with a handkerchief, took off his coat and put it on her before calling her Transform back into legs.

Dan Sha smiled sheepishly, tightened Wu Cong's coat to cover her bare buttocks, picked up her shoes and trousers and put them on barefoot.

I was too anxious to transform just now, I didn't pay attention to the clothes =v=.

"We need to recuperate for a while, pay attention to rest." Wu Cong said to the old man's son.

Dan Sha grabbed Wu Cong's thigh, and looked at the belly ghost curiously.

It was a creature that looked very much like a mouse. It was covered in pitch black, and its two small eyes were strangely red, about the size of a normal human palm. The hair was so hard that it felt a little painful to the touch.

"Your reward." The man handed Wu Cong a box. He was not interested in antiques and the like since he was a child, so he didn't know the specific value of such things, but he knew that his father cherished it extremely, and even lost it I struggled with myself for a long time before I was willing to take it out at the cost of my life.

It was a large piece of jade, in the shape of a column, with an octagonal hollow outside and a circle, and the surface was carved with complex patterns. It was not the usual jade pendant's bluish-white color, but this piece of jade showed a light yellow color with a trace of The shape of red is mixed in it.

Wu Cong touched it lightly, nodded, "Thank you."

Exactly what he wanted.

But on the other hand, back to the day, Hotch and his party released a profile, Morgan and Joyner's disagreement on police deployment led to a rather fierce quarrel, but Joyner's insistence led to another victim being killed when the police were not Failed to appear in time, the murderer accelerated the speed of the attack.

After that, Garcia discovered that the murderer had hacked into her computer, the police were shot, and the suspect was shot dead on the spot. Then, they realized that the situation had developed to the most difficult state.

——Multiple trained unknown suspects can counter-surveillance and know every step of the FBI. They also have superiors, each level has a clear hierarchy, they are highly vigilant, and they are not afraid of death.

what does this mean?

Hotch will tell you that these are the hallmarks of terrorism.

It wasn't multiple suspects or a gang crime, they were facing a group of terrorists who had been planning for a long time and were preparing to commit a crime in New York.

The first wave is civilians, multiple tests to determine the response time of the police, followed by the second wave of emergency responders, police, doctors, firemen, etc., use guns instead of bombs, the target is smaller and less conspicuous, once When the police catch the shooter—like the one Emily faced, who would resist, who would fight, like those who commit police-assisted suicide (provoking the police to shoot them to death), the police will think that They've managed to kill the killer so they won't endanger their real headquarters.

Loyal followers go out to do the shooting job, make sure they are willing to kill or be killed for the action, and the real mastermind is hidden behind the scenes, similar to fighting with the gangsters.

Lo-fi, one of the most sophisticated means of planning terrorist activities.

Crazy, but smart, even BAU was fooled at first.

Re-analyzing the data and establishing a profile, time flies by in a busy environment, and the night outside the window is dark in the blink of an eye. Emily goes to the hospital to visit Detective Cooper, and at the same time explains the situation to Detective Brustin who is accompanying her. Rossi and Morgan report to the higher authorities respectively. Reid went to the police of the Port Authority. Once a terrorist attack really happened, all the entrances and exits in New York would be closed. People were like being trapped on an isolated island. Hotch and Joyner went to the mayor. JJ stayed in the office, before Hotch allowed her to go back to the hotel to tell William about the situation, and William was going back to New Orleans.

The October weather was quite cool at night, and Joyner shrank slightly from the wind. Although she also wore a coat, it was more decorative than practical.

Hotch took off his suit jacket and put it on Joyner, "How long has it been since you rested?"

Joyner smiled, "Where is the mood to rest before the case is over." After a pause, she continued, "We will solve this case."

"The golden signboard of Scotland Yard back then." Hotch laughed, "How could it not be possible?"

"Scotland Yard's current detective is not bad." Joyner pouted, "Greg Lestrade, that's not a simple young man." She couldn't help pulling the coat that Hotch put on her, and complained in a low voice. weird weather.

Even though the temperature was not low, the wind was inexplicably terribly cold.

The two walked in the direction of the car while chatting, and they had to hurry to the police station.

suddenly,

"boom------!!!"

A certain peace talisman in the kit flickered silently twice before turning into ashes.