Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The BAU team led by Hotch has always been one of the trump cards of the FBI. Today he and Rossi, the veteran of the BAU, were invited to Boston to participate in an anti-terrorism seminar, so Hotch went out earlier than usual today. There was still a thin layer of mist swaying in the sky, the sky was dyed with an ambiguous blue-black color, and the air was moist and fresh. He took a deep breath and felt that the sleepiness quickly dissipated in his body without a trace.

"Mr. Hotch, are you going to work?" Hotch looked up and saw the little girl from the landlady's family standing by the window, her long black hair was loose and she was smiling brightly. The landlady behind her was looking helpless Holding the comb up, trying to keep her from moving.

This scene is very warm and beautiful. Hotch smiled and waved to the little girl upstairs. The little girl also stood up excitedly and waved vigorously, saying loudly: "Mr. Hotch, work hard!"

When walking away, he could still hear Mr. Wu's voice upstairs. He was speaking in Chinese that he didn't understand. His tone seemed to be reprimanding something, but there was no anger, more of a kind of Helpless pampering, just like every father who is helpless with his little princess.

It was thanks to the father and daughter that he was able to break free from the quagmire of his broken marriage so quickly. The little girl who jumped up and down every day was like a little sun that could illuminate all the haze.

Now the little sun in Agent Hotch's heart is struggling to get Wu Cong to give up putting on that unattractive red headband for her.

"It's obviously very cute." Wu Cong scratched her cheek, and opened Dansha's jewelry box to let her choose.

Dansha looked at the jewelry box earnestly for a long time, thinking that the ruby ​​was beautiful for a while, and the sapphire was beautiful for a while.

Wu Cong smiled and watched her frowning and thinking hard, he was very rich both in life and after death, it is not an exaggeration to say that pearls are like earth and gold is like iron, but he has no hobby of burning money, the only pleasure is probably for his own family The little girl bought a few nice clothes and jewelry, after all, every girl's family has few decent outfits to look like.

The chirping of birds came from outside the window, and they stopped on the window sill and bowed their heads to peck at the rice on the plate.

It's a pity to throw away the rice that the dead souls enjoyed after Zhongyuan. It's better to feed the birds that come and go in this city, and it may bring some unexpected harvest at some point.

The wind is not strong, and the leaves are rustling. The trees outside the apartment are quite old, and some invisible "qi" can be seen in the swaying branches and leaves. In the next few hundred years, it is estimated that a few small ones will be born. There is a stream of wood, stone, sprites and monsters who practice Taoism.

There are a few willow trees planted on the only way Hotch goes to work. During the day, there is no gloomy atmosphere in Zhongyuan.

Hotch actually doesn't remember much about that night. He only thought that he had hallucinations under the high fever, but when he walked past those willow trees, he still subconsciously looked a few more times. For some reason, he always felt that the temperature around the willow trees was lower. It is several degrees lower than other places, which makes people feel a little chill from the bottom of their hearts.

He looked at the trees again, and they seemed to be no different from ordinary willow trees. As a fairly firm materialist, he didn't care too much about it, just thought it was some special plant phenomenon, and it would be fine if he stopped walking. Just skipped it.

Behind him, the wicker was still fluttering in the wind, and a willow leaf fell off and was blown onto the back collar of Hotch's suit, and disappeared into the fold of the collar without a sound.

In the room, Wu Cong looked up at the window thoughtfully, then lowered his head again. Dansha finally chose a red opal hairpin for Wu Cong to wear for himself, happily jumped off the chair and knocked on it. The lantern called his good friend Josh to wake up. As a little ghost Josh could only live in the lantern temporarily, Wu Cong drew a spell on the lantern so that he would not die so soon.

Wu Cong himself turned on the computer, and slowly searched for BAU's recent information. Josh was too young to tell where he came from, so he could only start with Hotch, who was hitchhiking by him——United States The government gave him very high authority so that he could find all the things he wanted in this room. Of course, it was not so convenient. He had to report layer by layer what he wanted, but in Wu After Cong demonstrated how to rely on deduction to get their security system, he obtained sufficient information authority.

Two and a half months ago, BAU solved a case in Pittsburgh. The murderer targeted the parents of children who died in a serious fire in Pittsburgh more than five months ago, and falsified the fact that they committed suicide. Josh was found in the list of victims—Josh Grant, who was only seven years old when he died, and was burned beyond recognition with several of his playmates.

Wu Cong asked Pittsburgh if there were any evil spirits in a divination, because it took a lot of time and energy to be abroad, but the hexagrams he solved were inexplicable. As for implicating the innocent.

For this reason, he looked at the broken picture on the wall and recalled for a long time exactly who Fang Sheng needed him to "be more careful" and even "implicate the innocent". To be honest, he didn't know what was sealed in this picture. Back then If you see someone doing anything wrong, seal it half dead and throw it in the picture, who will be idle and count one by one to see which one is which.

Really, it is possible for Dansha to remember, provided that she was not so hungry in the tomb that she ate her own head. Reshaping her body is no different from reincarnation. At least it will take 800 years for the third molting to recover a little memory of the past.

Facing the wall and pondering for half a day to no avail, instead, I remembered a lot of unbearable black history from my youthful and frivolous period, so I had to hold it down for now, took some cinnabar and prepared to draw hundreds of yin fire thunder talismans in advance for emergencies .

——This is why the country generally does not allow these old antiques who have lived for too long to go abroad. This group of old immortals who have lived longer than others often adhere to the principle of fisting first and then reasoning. It is said that peace is the most important thing and never do anything, but in fact, a disagreement is a killer move. Going abroad is too easy to cause international disputes.

For example, the large stack of yin fire and thunder talismans gradually formed in Wu Cong's pen, the fire drawn out is the real high-level fierce fire in the sea of ​​​​fire hell, and the soul is guaranteed to be scattered at the touch of a living soul. , mourning and blood flowing everywhere, it is estimated that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the country will have to explain why it is the first to use nuclear weapons.

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On the plane to Boston, Rossi unscrewed a bottle of drink, looked up and saw Hotch looking down at the seminar materials solemnly, and said with a smile: "Feel good recently?"

Hotch looked up at Rossi, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"It looks good." Rossi nodded knowingly, "Is Jack still used to it?"

"I talked to him." Mentioning his young son, Hotch's face softened a little, "He said he wanted me to go back and be with him often."

"It's a good thing for a child to stick to his father." Seeing that Hotch seems to have come out of the shadow of divorce, Rossi is also in a good mood, "I remember you live near the Capital Square now? It's pretty close to Reid's house." He said thoughtfully Winking at Hotch pointedly, "How's the condition?"

"Dave..." Hotch sighed, knowing what Rossi meant, "this is not exactly a housewarming."

"I know I know," Rossi said, "but everyone is worried, you have to take some action." Divorce is not a trivial matter, not to mention that Hotch's depression can be seen even if he has never studied psychology. The atmosphere here has been sluggish for a long time, and everyone is cautiously afraid of touching Hotch's minefield, "Worrying every day is not conducive to work." He believes that a party led by Hotch can effectively improve the current situation.

Hotch opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he lowered his head and flipped through a page of documents.

"How about this Saturday? I happen to have a good bottle of wine." Taking Hotch's silence as a default, Rossi made the arrangements on her own, "Garcia would be happy to bake us a cake."

"..." Hotch turned another page of information, "I have to ask my landlord first."

Rossi laughed: "Don't tell me you didn't plan to invite him, Garcia is very curious." After all, there are very few people in this world who can make the queen of computers lose her information.

"I'll invite him." As soon as Hotch heard Garcia, he knew that she must have secretly checked something behind his back, but he was not surprised at all that Wu Cong had a certain background, anyway, he is also the director of BAU, at least The ability to know people is still there, but that level of demeanor is not something ordinary people can have.

but……

Does the background of the landlord have anything to do with him?

"Whether he wants to come or not is not certain."

In the three months since they moved in, the two of them have spoken no more than 90.00 sentences in total, and [-]% of them are casual greetings after meeting. He doesn't even know the landlord's full name, just I know the other party's surname is Wu, a surname whose pronunciation is very friendly to foreigners.

"It's really a shy and introverted Oriental." Rossi said with a smile, "I once met a Chinese girl in Italy. She had a very cute smile and a sweet singing voice..."

As soon as Rossi began to reminisce about the past, Hotch immediately looked down at the documents with a stern face. He had no interest in the romantic affairs of old Italian men when they were young, and he was even less willing to speak.

So Rossi had no choice but to sigh that Hotch didn't understand the style, and honestly lowered his head to open his own file.