Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Hotch's injury is not particularly serious - if compared with Joyner, at least he has not been pushed into the operating room, right? However, for Wu Cong, acute hearing damage in his right ear and a piece of shrapnel stuck in his leg are absolutely serious. It wasn't a trivial matter, so he felt angry in his heart, but who was he angry with?This matter wasn't Hotch's fault, and his usual self-cultivation didn't allow him to vent his anger on Joyner or other injured people, so the anger became higher and higher, and it couldn't go away.

But the real anger was only a matter of those few minutes. Soon Wu Cong adjusted his mentality and forcibly suppressed the anger. He couldn't get angry, calm down, calm down.

Morgan and others who came later explained the general situation, and asked them to go to the underground parking lot to bring the murderer who was bound tightly back to the police station. Anyway, as a non-staff employee of the CIA, it is not too strange for him to appear here .

Then Wu Cong comforted Hotch, who was struggling to get out of bed to work when he noticed the profiling problem, and told him that the murderer had been dealt with, and the next thing he had to do was to have a good rest.

"Where's Kate?" Hotch asked.

"It's hard to die after taking my medicine." Wu Cong smiled and pushed Hotch back on the bed. He looked tall and thin and had no strength, but to be honest, which zongzi would lose to ordinary humans in strength, so Hotch Almost without any suspense, he was pushed back, pulled the quilt and covered him from head to toe, then Wu Cong stuffed a pill into his mouth with one hand and covered his eyes with one hand, humming a tune with vague lyrics, Soon Hotch lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

The whole series of movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water, and Jiao Dansha couldn't help shrinking back behind the curtain again, with teary eyes, she wanted to stay in the hospital instead of going back to the hotel with Wu Cong.

When A Lang gets angry, the surrounding atmosphere becomes very, very scary, and he dare not sleep at night QAQ

Fortunately, Wu Cong has never been the kind of person who would take anger at others, so although he was so scared that he didn't fall asleep all night, Dansha didn't have to worry about his own safety.

Early the next morning, Dansha was so sleepy that he yawned, and Wu Cong's complexion was not good.

"Ah Lang, should we take this back?" Dansha pointed to the plastic bottle on the table. After being imprisoned all night, the belly ghost inside seemed very weak, unable to move, as if dead Same.

In the plastic jar next to the plastic bottle, Xi Nang's eyes widened and he tried to wake it up, but it didn't work after several shots. A special ability of the spirit, which can move it to any place with dirt.

"That's not okay." Wu Cong picked up the plastic jar and shook it, his pouch was unbalanced and could only hold the little Miaomiao that had been spawned before to maintain balance, his face turned pale with fright.

Wu Cong saved his life because this thing was stupid. Even if he died, he would not know why he died. It would be a waste of effort to kill him. It would be better to keep it and use it to coax the children, but that's all, Wu Cong Cong will never give it even a second of freedom, and its choices in the future will be nothing more than the two in the pot in this square inch of land.

The never-ending life imprisonment may sometimes be more painful for Xi Nang than death directly.

Xi Nang realized that he couldn't escape, so Wu Cong added a layer of strict protection on the outside of the jar. For a mountain spirit like him who has profound knowledge but no offensive means, he can't escape no matter what.

Dansha stood on tiptoe and carried the jar containing belly ghosts from the table, "It seems to be dying soon."

The belly ghost snorted weakly, the voice was weak and miserable, even though it had an unattractive black mouse appearance, people couldn't help but feel pity for it.

Wu Cong smiled faintly: "We won't take it back."

So Wu Cong and Dan Sha went to the subway station again, where the young man was still playing the piano, and the black and white cat was lazily sleeping in the piano case, with a pile of colorful and fragmented tickets lying on its head.

"Maomao!" Dansha ran over and reached out to touch the cat. The cat opened its amber eyes, looked around, stood up, shook its fur, and ran away deftly.

"Maomao, don't run away!" Dansha hurriedly chased after him, "I've brought you a gift!"

Wu Cong followed unhurriedly, watching the cat parked on the wall of the alley, watching them condescendingly.

"Come down, Maomao!" Dansha took out the bottle containing the belly ghost from his bag and shook it vigorously, "Alang said you like eating this the most!"

Seeing the belly ghost in the bottle, the cat immediately puffed up its fur and let out a hoarse and mournful cry. It flicked its tail and the peacock spread its tail like nine long furry tails, and its amber eyes widened. Yes, even the fangs are bared.

Of course, this appearance is not because he likes to eat, but because he really has a grudge. The belly ghost in the bottle seems to have sensed the danger, the red light in his eyes flickered and squeaked non-stop, and he didn't look like he was dying at all.

"A Lang?" Dansha looked at Wu Cong begging for help, Wu Cong glanced at the cat on the wall, and threw the bottle in Dansha's hand over, "If you don't want to write a review, just put your tail away."

Seeing the flying bottle, the cat suddenly jumped up and bit it in its mouth. After landing firmly on the ground, without saying anything, the cat turned over, jumped up the wall and ran away.

Dansha looked at Wu Cong in confusion, but Wu Cong didn't speak, turned and left with Dansha.

It's almost time, if you don't leave, you will miss the plane.

Hotch also went back to Quantico on the same day. His current physical condition did not allow him to go back by plane, so Morgan took him for a ride.

Detective Joyner was successfully rescued from danger. Although it will take a long time to recuperate, it is very rare to be able to survive such a serious explosion, not to mention that it is like a miracle that all injuries Missing several vital parts of her body, a shrapnel was only a few centimeters away from her spine, and she was going to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

"It's as if something blocked her, and the impact she received was much smaller." The doctor said that theoretically, according to the intensity of the explosion at that time, she would definitely be injured much more seriously than this.

Hotch touched the empty suit pocket, suddenly realized something, and stopped at a dessert shop on the way back to the apartment, got out of the car and bought an apple pie.

Because of the injury, he had a fairly short vacation, and he could not continue to work until the doctor confirmed that his body had recovered enough to undertake field work.

It was just twelve o'clock at noon when we arrived at the apartment, and the sun was just right. A wild cat nimbly climbed up the big tree next to the window. The movement was agile and brisk, and the cat hid among the lush leaves with a wrong eye.

Carrying the bag upstairs, I bumped into Dansha and was squatting outside the door. The short and stubby little guy squatted next to the fire equipment box and would be ignored if he didn't pay attention. Seeing Hotch coming back, she was nervous and trotted away. Pulling the corner of Hotch's clothes, his eyes turned red instantly, "Ah Lang is angry..."

Originally, the anger was about to be completely suppressed, but when the annoying white-bearded grandpa called, Wu Cong's anger flared up again—if it wasn't for this person who insisted on collecting some smuggled antiques, how could he be betrayed? If you don't get entangled by ghosts, you won't be targeted by that damned terrorist organization to bomb the hospital, and you won't implicate your innocent tenants in injury.

That's his tenant!Not an ordinary passerby!

To a certain extent, Wu Cong, who is extremely defensive, is like a provocative cat. After the terrorists who have been arrested and brought to justice get the specific birth date one by one through internal information, the little paper figurines line up the entire desk in the study. The flickering is really spectacular, and visually, these people will spend the rest of their lives in a nightmare where the people they killed will come back to claim their lives.

The cultural relics dealers who smuggled cultural relics out of the country were angered by the old zongzi. They didn't even keep the old ones. From the intelligence personnel at the bottom to the leader at the top, none of them were left to the government for serious treatment. Wu Cong was already in Hell helped them book a lot of interesting itineraries, ensuring that they would have a "extremely wonderful" life from life to death.

And to a certain extent, a certain boss who can be said to be the culprit, although the person he saved is embarrassed to take revenge in person, but I believe that the cat of the Nine Lives clan will be happy to help him.

What if the vengeful and vengeful cat accidentally found out that the young man who feeds his cat canned food every day has a grudge with this boss?

Oh, that would be downright interesting.

Those who should take revenge took revenge, but Wu Cong still felt that there was a bit of anger that could not be vented, and it was blocked in his chest, which made him uncomfortable, which is the so-called anger between himself and himself.

Dansha was most afraid of this kind of situation. When he saw Wu Cong rolled up his sleeves, he immediately ran out. Hearing the clinking life and death inside, he refused to take half a step closer. Pack mushrooms on the outside.

"What's the matter?" Hotch picked up Dansha and shook it, the little girl seemed quite frightened.

Dansha sniffled, looked up at Hotch, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Uncle Hotch, have you eaten yet?" Before Hotch could reply, he continued, "Alang made so many delicious things, we can't finish them all. , you come over to eat together."

She definitely burst out with the fastest speaking speed and the highest level in her history. Wu Cong would probably be moved by her English improvement. She looked at Hotch with two big eyes blinking, and she felt so soft that she couldn't bear to reject her. any request.

Rao knew in advance that Wu Cong made "a lot of delicious food". Hotch was still taken aback by the table full of pots and pans as soon as he entered the door. Chicken, duck, fish, fried, steamed and fried dishes filled the table with no space at all. A dizzyingly rich aroma filled the room, and what all these dishes had in common was that none of them stayed true to form.

Either shredded or minced, the chicken must have been skinned and boned, and the fish must have been sliced ​​into pieces without a single thorn. In the kitchen, Wu Cong was pulling a duck out of its skin. When he came out, the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand was still stained with blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

"Uncle Hotch, let's eat quickly." Dansha tugged on Hotch's sleeve nervously, facing the table full of delicious food with a solemn and solemn expression, not at all happy to see the food.

Every time Wu Cong gets angry with himself, he will start cooking, and he cooks all the complicated Kung Fu dishes. The whole fish is deboned, the whole chicken is skinned, and the crab meat is picked out and stuffed into oranges. It is delicate and bloody, but the problem is The reason is that he doesn't pay much attention to his appetite, so he calmly returns to the cage after the fire has almost subsided, and then faces a large table of dishes that he has no interest in...

The anger is even greater.

"Is he alright?" Hotch looked worriedly at Wu Cong who was obviously not normal and asked in a low voice.

"Eat more Alang and you'll be fine." Dansha bowed left and right and her cheeks were bulging. Although it was super painful to eat at the end of each meal, it was really delicious.

"By the way!" She raised her head and said seriously to Hotch, "You must remember to boast that Alang's cooking is delicious!"

Usually as long as you finish eating what A Lang cooks and praise him for making it super delicious, A Lang will not be angry!

Hotch nodded in bewilderment, picked up his chopsticks and reached for the bright red and delicious boiled fish...