Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

A gust of wind blew by, and there were only Wu Cong and Wu Cong on the empty tarmac, who looked rather desolate, and because of the silence, they showed an extremely condensed atmosphere.

There is still some time before BAU's plane arrives, so it's too strange to be in such a stalemate. Wu Cong took the lead and said, "Song Yu asked about you a few days ago."

Song Yu's family belongs to a very small number of races that are distributed all over the world. After all, the sea has always been connected. As the oldest fish in the group, he has always taken care of his fellow fish scattered all over the world.

Sea monsters, mermaids, mermaids, whatever you call them, these creatures with human bodies and fish tails have beautiful appearances and extraordinary abilities, except that they are extremely easy to fall in love with humans at first sight, so fierce that they don't resemble fairy tales at all. In recent years, the number of males has been overwhelming.

The one in front of me is called Triton, which is originally from the Aegean Sea, and its main activities are in the United States. It has a good temper and helped Song Yu deliver things to him a few times.

"Me?" Triton smiled and thought for a while, "It's been pretty good lately." Isn't it pretty good, looking at that slick and high-spirited appearance, he almost wrote the words "winner in life" on his face.

After thinking about it, Triton asked meaningfully, "How is he recently?"

"Honeymoon in Europe." Wu Cong replied, "He asked me to tell you not to go to Europe in the near future." Sea monsters have the genetic instinct of cannibalism, and it is easy to cause tragedy if they really bump into each other. If fish want to leave their territory and wander around, they have to report in advance.

Thinking about it this way, Wu Cong felt that it was good that there was only one old rice dumpling of his type in the world.

"That's the point." Triton had a complicated expression mixed with disgust, helplessness and envy, "If it weren't for the fact that the FBI doesn't have holidays... tsk..."

Wu Cong glanced at him, as if he had heard from Song Jiao that this little fish's partner was also an FBI agent, who was on call all year round, and his life was not ordinary.

Triton also took a few glances at Wu Cong. He had heard about the reason why Wu Cong went abroad. He heard from inside sources that he seemed to have found an assistant recently. In fact, it was a nail inserted by the government. It is not very clear who it is, but it seems to be the case. FBI agent.

Before that, he bet with Song Yu whether he was from the CIA or not, so he lost a limited edition sports car that had been discontinued for many years. The car looks great.

cut.

Two non-human beings who were not familiar with each other stood on the edge of the empty tarmac and chatted a few words without embarrassment. It is not difficult for two guys who have lived for many years to find some common topics. At the time, their relationship seemed to be very good.

Then?

Who would be willing to chat with the old immortal when the master is here? Triton Lai dawdles beside Reid, and Wu Cong automatically floats behind Hotch.

Hotch looked at Wu Cong with a smile on his face and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you know him?"

Wu Cong shook his head, "I know his family."

The word "kinship" made Hotch realize something, and looked back at Triton who was sticking to Reid: "Is he not human?"

The questioning tone expresses affirmative meaning. This Mr. Triton has always had many puzzling and strange things, but if he is not human, it is completely reasonable.

"Don't worry." Wu Cong said, "It's just a small fish in the sea, it's not dangerous."

Hotch glanced at Triton again, and the other party seemed to be aware of it, raised his head buried on Reid's shoulder, looked at Hotch and at Wu Cong behind Hotch, blinked at them and made a gesture of zipping his mouth .

This Mr. Wu is not a simple little character. Of course, he is not a rookie who can work him thousands of miles across the ocean. He will naturally lend a hand when needed, but most of the time he is honest. In fact, it is good to live with one's own human beings.

He's a married siren who keeps to himself.

The person in charge of this case is Detective Nick Burkhardt, a Grimm who has just awakened not long ago. The textbook Wu Cong gave Hotch has relevant records about this character. Grimm specializes in hunting various species collectively called Wesen. Many of the old traditions and habits of Weisen, who have the double appearance of humans and beasts, are still preserved, such as cannibalism, and revenge by blood relatives. However, they also have human identities, and often cause a lot of trouble.

Nick can't see Wu Cong. In fact, even Triton can't see Wu Cong's appearance clearly. It's just that the siren's keen instinct allows him to feel the terrifyingly strong Yin energy in Wu Cong. Unfortunately, Wu Cong's emotions Stable and less fluctuations make Yin Qi smell very bland and unappetizing.

The hotel that BAU stayed in this time was quite good, so that the Morgans couldn't help shouting that it was rare for their superiors to show kindness. Last time they came to Portland, they stayed in the standard rooms of the Express Hotel, and now they have replaced them with stars.

After receiving the key cards and putting away their luggage, Triton naturally followed Reid's room, and Wu Cong also floated into Hotch's room naturally. When Hotch turned around, he saw Wu Cong lying on the bed and occupying the entire bed , I was reading a novel that I didn’t know where it came from.

"You..." Hotch opened his mouth to ponder for a long time but couldn't think of what to say, so he just let it go.He looks serious, but he is actually very tolerant of others, as long as he doesn't touch the bottom line, he is quite easy to talk about.

"You really don't want to know what it is?" Wu Cong propped his head to watch Hotch pack his luggage, then reached out and poked his waist, "Still angry?"

Shensoul doesn't feel anything when it touches people. At most, it feels a little cold on the waist like Hotch. He paused, and asked with dignity: "What is it?"

He had a premonition that if he didn't follow Wu Cong's lead, there might be no peace until the case was over.

Wu Cong narrowed his eyes, like a big lion being well-furbed, "Guess?" Seeing that Hotch was silent, he couldn't help laughing a few times, "Okay, I won't tease you, this time the one you bumped into Probably hanged ghost." He said the word "hanged ghost" in Chinese, and then explained, "Dansha asked me, do you remember that hanged means hanged, and hanged ghost is also the so-called hanged ghost. Those who hang themselves because of injustice, after death, the grievances will not dissipate and cannot be reincarnated. They need to find a replacement. They hold the rope to hang themselves, and there are heavy blood stains on it. If someone volunteers to die for him, he will be free. , but if you use methods such as seduction and coercion, you will only be entangled in karma, and reincarnation is impossible to enter, but it is very likely to use it as a disaster for the world."

The rope on which the hanged ghost hanged himself is the condensation of resentment, which can evoke a person's deepest and painful memories and make them end their lives in despair.

Hotch remembered the habits of the hanged ghosts in his heart. Li ghosts are not like painted skins or sacs, which can live anywhere. They still have human instincts, especially like hung ghosts, which can be captured by humans Seeing the ghosts, it is difficult to refuse to find a human identity for himself.

Having an identity means being able to be found. When Wu Cong's divination is seriously delayed, BAU's profile can be said to be the most convenient and fast method.

After packing up, Hotch took the documents and left the hotel to go to the police station. Wu Cong did not follow him this time. He said that it was almost noon and he was going to float back to make lunch for Dansha. On the other hand, Triton also knew some inside information about the case. , so he babbled and told Reid over and over again, but I don’t know how Reid persuaded Triton to let this worried big brown candy stay in the hotel and play with himself instead of protecting him from the past .

Hotch and Reid, who lived next door, opened the door to see each other, thinking of a character in the room who was not suitable to be seen, and thinking of some inside information that had been decided to keep the team members secret so as not to involve innocent people, their eyes drifted guiltily at the same time After a while, the case was discussed very tacitly.

Work, work, focus on work.

This is the second time the BAU team has come to Portland this year. The local police have not forgotten how difficult cases they have helped solve. What's more, Police Chief Sean Renard has some friendship with Hotch, so the cooperation is quite good, basically All needs can be met, which makes the communication pressure on Hotch's side a lot less, as long as you can focus on the case.

The six victims came from different classes and ages, including males and females, but they all suffered great changes during their lifetimes and endured a lot of pressure. They belonged to the type of "it's not surprising even if they really committed suicide", the murderer Good at finding such people in the crowd, and then luring them to commit suicide step by step in the name of helping.

Hotch and Reid saw the six white silks between the exhibits, about [-] to [-] centimeters wide and nearly one meter long. Three of them were dirty for various reasons, and the lengths were exactly the same after each strip was unfolded. If you look closely, you can find that The texture pattern on it is also exactly the same, the only slight difference is the blood stains on it, the old and blackened blood stains are mottled.

Hotch stared at the bloodstains and thought for a long time, picked up one and held the two ends, and let it form a rope according to the creases on it, and the originally scattered bloodstains gathered together along the creases.

"This is..." Reid bent down and compared the location of the bloodstain, "Hotch, put this around my neck and see."

Hotch wrapped the white silk around Reid's neck, Reid held the white silk, looked down and adjusted his posture, and squatted down until the height was almost similar to hanging himself, "Look at this." He wrapped his head around and held the white silk with his hands Mid-range posture, "Just right."

His hand happened to hold the place where the bloodstains gathered, and it was a human instinct to grab the rope when he was suffocated. The bloodstains were different because everyone held different positions and the size of their hands.

It's a pity that the white silk material is so smooth that no fingerprints can be extracted to verify Reid's conjecture.

Hotch picked up the other one and wrapped it up, trying to hold it around his neck, obviously just hanging it, but for some reason he felt a little out of breath, as if someone had really strangled his neck.

In the hotel, Wu Cong, who was talking about going back to cook, played with the slightly hot copper coins at his fingertips, and raised the corners of his lips.