Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Hotch's premonition was not wrong, he was indeed on a cheating ship, not only lost his wonderful vacation, but also lost his working day.

"Relax, they will all see that something is wrong." Someone (?) next to his ear exhaled wet and cold breath, and his lazy tone made people's teeth itch, not to mention his current leisurely posture.

Wu Cong is now in the state of being out of his body, his translucent body under the sun flutters and is extremely light, just like those ghosts, humans cannot see him, only the spell blessed on Hotch allows him to see him in this state Wu Cong, relying on the fact that others can’t see him, from Monday to Friday when Hotch is working seriously in the office, Wu Cong is lying in the office reading a book or strolling around, and when Hotch is out of the office, he follows behind to watch the fun, beautiful It's called protecting the safety of those who work with him, but to put it bluntly, the old zongzi is boring.

Who made Dansha lose a scale? The little girl curled up crying and covered her scale-less forehead with the tip of her tail, and decided not to leave the bedroom door until the scales grew back, leaving Wu Cong alone to do nothing like an empty-nest old man Being bored, the consequence of being too bored is that the city gate caught fire and Hotch, an innocent fish in the pool, was affected.

Hotch looked at Wu Cong who was leaning against the wall reading a novel, and then recalled the tall buildings of documents piled up on his desk, his face tightened even more.

Everyone in the conference room glanced at Hotch. Recently, the director of BAU has taken some wrong medicine and his temper has become very strange. From time to time, it is like this. When there is nothing wrong, his face suddenly becomes very ugly and tense. He turned his face as if he was holding back something.

JJ has also seen Hotch talking to himself from a distance, with a very strange expression on his face.

These changes made BAU have to feel a little worried, thinking that maybe Hotch was a little unbearable due to the recent excessive pressure. During this period of time, I don’t know what’s going on with the CIA. He closed the curtains mysteriously and didn't know what he was talking about. After each chat, Hotch's expression was not very good-looking. In Morgan's words, that expression was almost like the expression of finding out that the girl is a man when he went to bed.

Thank goodness Hotch didn't hear his remarks, otherwise Morgan would have to receive some "education of love" from Hotch.

Among other things, handing over to Morgan himself the responsibility for the reports that should have been written by Morgan himself was enough to make the handsome Mr. Chocolate melt with pain.

"Hotch?" Reid called Hotch cautiously, "Are you okay?"

Hotch froze for a moment, then smiled: "It's nothing, let's continue."

What they are discussing is a case that was sent to JJ recently, which attracted her attention at the very beginning when it came into her hands—all the victims in this case committed suicide.

In Portland, six people have committed suicide in succession in the past three months, all of which were extremely painful and terrifying suicides by hanging.

"Why didn't they report it to us in the first place?" Rossi frowned. "Six consecutive months, this ratio is obviously abnormal."

"Those who died suffered a lot of frustration or grief some time before they died, and there were a lot of signs that are unique to suicides." JJ explained, "And they found this." She opened a video, "This is left by the third dead."

The young man in the video seems to be in his 20s, with many rings on his face and heavy smoky makeup. He seems to be in the wild. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks in a hoarse and desperate voice, "This world is against you. For me, there is only pain, and I can’t think of any other way to get rid of it except death, this is my last gift to you.” After speaking, he stood up, and as he walked away, more scenes appeared in the video, This is a very ordinary grove, the sky is not completely dark yet, it only looks warm.

The only thing that was unusual was the rope hanging from a tree. The young man moved a stool for his feet and put his head in the noose. "Farewell, my friends," he said, resolutely kicking over The stool under his feet.

The video faithfully recorded everything, struggling in pain, losing consciousness, dying completely, and finally being pecked by crows, beyond recognition.

JJ turned off the video: "The camera automatically uploaded the video to his blog, so at that time they handled the case as a suicide."

"Then why now...?" Morgan asked.

"The new police chief in Portland recently went through the past cases, and they found that there was something wrong with these cases." JJ said, "I mean the ropes."

Emily looked through the information, "All they used to commit suicide was a kind of white silk, which is what we usually call silk. The same blood stain was detected on three uncontaminated silks, and they did not belong to any of the victims."

"This is white silk." At some point, Wu Cong silently stood beside Hotch, leaned over and clicked on the recent photo of the silk, "The mountain-shaped twill bottom, the same color single-layer brocade flower pattern, it's not something that can be done." Any bargain you can get."

Hotch's heart moved, and he cast a questioning look at Wu Cong.

Wu Cong nodded, with a subtle look on his face: "I have to admit, your luck is really good." Not bad, he even wanted to go through the back door to join BAU.

Hotch sighed speechlessly, and said to the group who were discussing: "The plane departs in half an hour." After he finished speaking, he got up and walked out, Wu Cong followed behind with a smile, ignoring the door that Hotch directly closed, Da La It went through the wall.

"Ready to make a small report?" He smiled and leaned against the desk, closed the book in his hand and tapped on the table, "Let them book a better hotel."

Hotch pretended not to hear him, and told the contact person on the other side of the phone that a dangerous person who needed to be watched all the time was going to Portland, listening to the enemy telling him to be careful not to be exposed In other words, looking at Wu Cong who eavesdropped openly and laughed so hard that no one could hear his voice, Hotch subtly felt a little fun from this embarrassing task.

That's right, embarrassment, the task of "monitoring Wu Cong's movements and reporting at any time" given to him by the higher-ups gave him the feeling of embarrassment, especially embarrassment. On the one hand, he was suspicious, but on the other hand he didn't care and even took this rare thing from time to time. For example, sometimes when there is no seasoning for cooking, Wu Cong would call him with a smile and say, "Remember to buy a bag of salt on the way home from work, or I will destroy the world." The one I met that day must be a fake high-level person.

This mental quality is also too bad.

Sensing that he was a little depressed, Wu Cong consoled (bu) very understandingly: "You just think of me as a nuclear weapon, isn't that more reasonable?" Running around the territory with nuclear weapons , it's no wonder that the higher-ups are not nervous.

Hotch hung up the phone and took out his luggage in the office, sorted out the documents and stuffed them into the briefcase. During this time, he didn't see how terrifying Wu Cong was, but he felt deeply how bad Wu Cong was in some aspects. , in this situation where the other party almost wrote "I know the inside story, come and ask me" on his face, the best way to deal with it is to pretend to be deaf and dumb and ignore him.

"Are you angry?" Wu Cong floated up and flew around Hotch, seeing that he was unmoved, he stretched out his hand to poke the other's tense side face, "Are you really angry?"

Hotch's eyes moved and he glanced at him lightly, then turned back to look ahead.

Is there anyone next to me? Why didn't I see it.

So until the second person got on the plane, Wu Cong harassed Hotch persistently, and Hotch fully demonstrated his determination to ask about official affairs while Morgan and Garcia were flirting with each other. After reading the details of the case, he turned his head to look out the window. scenery.

There was a bit of noise in my ears, probably birds chirping.

Wu Cong is very patient, Hotch ignores him, he entertains himself and doesn't feel bored, but the feeling of staying in the plane in a state of mind and soul is not very comfortable, iron can block yin and yang, even if the plane is not completely closed, it is not good Where to go, so when the plane took off, he floated out of the cabin.

"I'll go there first." He said, "It's too stuffy here."

The BAU team was discussing the case, and Hotch lowered his head and wrote down a note on his notes, without looking back.

Although there are obviously some supernatural elements in this case that cannot be said to the outside world, it does not mean that BAU's profile is meaningless, especially in this kind of case of ghosts - no matter how powerful ghosts are, they are still human beings when they are alive. There is something in common with all human beings.

The focus of the case is nothing more than how the murderer committed suicide willingly. As long as they find the modus operandi, they can find the murderer.

“Victims are vulnerable,” Rossi said, referring to the vulnerability of the heart. “Business failures, lovelorn deaths, loved ones have died, and they have one foot on the edge of a cliff. It will be forever."

"Traces of self-harm." Emily frowned. "The autopsy found that they began to show signs of self-harm about one year to three months before committing suicide, and the family members also confirmed this."

"When you're in extreme pain," Morgan says, "hurting yourself can give you short-term relief." Physical pain can temporarily numb mental pain, and that feeling is even more addictive than drugs.

"But the relief brought by self-harm is very short-lived, and each time is more painful." JJ closed his eyes and sighed softly, "They will soon want to be completely free once and for all."

"A facilitator?" Hotch speculates. "He seeks out vulnerable victims, encourages them to self-mutilate, triggers their inner desperation, and leads them to commit suicide."

"If he can do this, he must be proficient in psychology." Reid bit his lower lip lightly, "Being able to make the victim trust him and obey him."

Most serial killers are self-taught in psychology and can trick their victims into trusting him. Ted Bundy (school killer) can let women who meet for the first time get along with him defenselessly, but this killer is obviously better. His victim Those who died may still appreciate his thoughtfulness and tenderness.

In Portland, Wu Cong wobbled and landed from a height of [-] meters. The only advantage of traveling with the soul is that there is no limit to the sky and the earth, and it can reach thousands of miles in an instant.

There was already a person standing on the other side of the tarmac, Wu Cong floated a little closer, and felt an inexplicably familiar aura from him.

"Are you here to wait for someone too?" The man looked at Wu Cong.

Wu Cong nodded, he guessed who this person was.

This wonderful smell of fish and seawater is very similar to Song Yu's old salted fish.