Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

What Wu Cong is looking for is a yellow weasel, which is the so-called weasel and weasel. According to traditional superstition, there are five immortals in animals, including Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu and Hui. "Huang Daxian" is considered to have the magical ability to charm the mind, endowed with various mysterious legends, and there are often statues of him enshrined in the Tianhou Palace in the old days.

In fact, Huangpizi is indeed easier than other animals to open up his wisdom and embark on the path of demon cultivation. He is full of changes, but he is often misled by his cleverness. He doesn't think about repentance, so although the entire ethnic group is large, there are very few people who are truly profound.

What Wu Cong is looking for is such a thousand-year-old yellow-skinned child who is extremely profound in Taoism, shrewd and cunning.

Well, it should be said to be the divine soul of a thousand-year-old yellow-skinned child who should have been whetted by karma in reincarnation 800 years ago.

For Wu Cong to persevere in looking for someone who would not let go even after death for so many years, either there is old love or old grudges, obviously Wu Cong cannot be the former.

In fact, they not only have old grudges, but to be precise, they should be old grudges.

An old enmity that has been worn down even for thousands of years.

At dawn, Wu Cong hadn't come back yet, Hotch ordered two breakfasts to be delivered to the room, one was his own and the other was Dansha's, the little girl still maintained the appearance of a little red snake, slowly wrapping around Hotch On the fingers, the round head rubbed against Hotch's fingertips, and Shinko let out a small hissing sound.

Looking at it this way, it's actually quite cute, Dansha's little black bean eyes look innocent and pitiful, Hotch touched her little head, and was licked by Dansha's Nobuko.

The consequence of Wu Cong's passive slack in work is that the little girl can only eat the breakfast provided by the hotel today. Hotch cut the sausage and bread into small pieces, so that Dansha can roll it up and eat it by himself. Although the taste is not as good as those made by Wu Cong, but Occasionally eating out food is still very fresh.

While Dansha was eating, Hotch quickly finished his breakfast, put on his coat and picked up his bag, and went out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to ask Dansha to pay attention to safety, just like those who have to leave their children alone because of busy work. Like stay-at-home parents.

Dansha swallowed a piece of bread crumbs whole, raised his head and stared at Hotch, the pitiful little black bean eyes made people feel distressed.

I don't know where Wu Cong went, Dansha is still so small.

Hotch thought so, opened the door and turned back, squatted down and looked at Dansha: "If you are good, I will take you to the office together."

Dansha's eyes lit up, she nodded impatiently, and spit out the letter with a hissing sound.

"Keep it in your pocket and never come out." Hotch said again.

Dansha nodded again, patted her tail on the table, landed on Hotch's hand hard, then crawled into his clothes pocket, poked out her small head and put it on the edge of the pocket, facing Hotch Blinked.

Hotch tidied up his pockets to make the cinnabar less obvious, and took out another piece of paper to leave a message for Wu Cong, before turning around and leaving the hotel to go to work in peace.

He turned on the computer and tried to find that forum. He couldn't remember the address of the forum clearly, but he still had an impression of how Luther found that forum. After several attempts, he successfully entered an anonymous forum. The forum used some special technology that he, a computer layman, could not understand. It was only open to Internet users in the Portland area. Hotch also borrowed the police station's computer to successfully open the forum.

The page of the forum is crude, probably because some template was directly applied, but it is not as deserted as Luther remembered. New replies and new posts are posted very quickly, and most posts are left with one click. If you write it out, the negative emotions in the entire forum are very heavy.

Hotch found the post from Luther. This post has been marked as a locked post by the administrator. Even if he found the post, he couldn't open it, let alone see what was written in it.

Hotch sent Garcia the address of the forum, asking her to see if she could find a way to view the content of the post, and asked her to check the forum to see if she could find traces of several other victims.

Garcia's response was unexpectedly fast, "I can tell you without looking it up, our victims have all posted in this forum." Her tone was a little surprised, "I really want to know how you found this The URL, I found it after staying up all night restoring all the computer information."

She said so, and without waiting for Hotch to answer her question, she continued on her own: "When I checked their computers, I found that their computers have been hacked and a lot of things have been deleted remotely, but It is impossible to completely delete something from the computer, so I, the smart and beautiful Princess Garcia, successfully restored them, and just now, I have sent you all the posts and replies they sent." Garcia There was a hint of complacency in his voice, and Hotch didn't hold back on his praise.

"Great job Garcia," he said, standing up and taking out the document Garcia sent from the fax machine.

According to the fat girl, the hacker who hacked into the victim's computer and deleted the data was not very skilled, so she successfully retrieved more than 90.00% of the content.

Hotch convened the BAU team, Detective Nick and his partner Detective Hank, and each of them shared a part of the posts. Reid also specially gave the inexperienced Nick and Hank a quick lesson on how to identify the emotional components in the documents, and then several people buried themselves in it. Find any suspicious replies among those post replies.

Just like Hotch's dream, most of the posts are meaningless content, surrounded by people who are watching lively, and people who are psychologically dark and casually scolding. In such an anonymous forum that does not need to be responsible, you can see the most offensive people. Sex is also the darkest side.

They reviled the girl who was sexually harassed for being indecisive, mocked the bereaved rich businessman for being rich and unkind, or left their own jokes like watching a play, and recklessly sprinkled salt on the pain of the injured.

This is not only a good place to confide, but also a good place to vent, so those who post here want to confide, if they just want to find a tree hole to talk and then leave, that’s okay, if they want to get some advice , want to get some comfort, then the darkness of the human heart can drive people to a dead end.

But at this time, there is the only reply under the post that understands you to comfort you, so you can't just leave the post and leave, so when you receive comfort, you have to accept those abuse and humiliation at the same time, and even watch the people who comfort you Suffer the disaster of the fish in the pond.

Under such circumstances, only a slight push is needed, maybe just a small complaining message, maybe just a mocking emoticon, can push the person on the verge of collapse into the abyss.

From the beginning to the end, the murderer did nothing. He just comforted the people who were full of pain and eager to talk. What really killed the victim was the malice of the heart. He was innocent like a pure white lotus.

However, Hotch is still keenly aware of the sense of violation. He teaches interrogation at the FBI Academy and co-publishes related textbooks every year, so he is very familiar with the usage of certain sentences in the replies.

Inciting emotions, oppressing the psychological bottom line, and using both soft and hard tactics, he can conclude that at least two of the accounts that are swearing below belong to the murderer, and one person will play multiple roles to completely defeat the victim psychologically.

The accomplices are the bystanders who are successfully incited to make unthinking comments.

"Good cop bad cop." Reid concluded, the murderer used such a typical interrogation routine of carrots and sticks, while using abusive and domineering attitudes to inflict extreme pain on the psychologically fragile victims who were already at a low ebb. The great psychological pressure aggravates his sense of loneliness and separation, while the other side becomes the only safe haven he can rely on, giving him comfort and strength. The stronger the insult, the more he unconsciously relies on the only relying, Be more and more trusting, more and more obedient, and more and more regard it as the law of truth, even if you know it is wrong in your heart, you will still subconsciously excuse it, because in the hell of loneliness and hostility that was deliberately created, this is the only spider silk.

The time-consuming of this process varies according to the tolerance of each person. The older ones took nearly a year and a half from posting to committing suicide, while the younger ones couldn't hold it for a few months.

Of course, after searching the selected user names in the forum, Hotch and the others found several locked posts, and there were still some leftovers corresponding to the victims one by one, maybe it was not cleared up by the police a long time ago Suicide cases, or the family members did not call the police. Of course, they also found more posts that were not hooked. They retreated at once. The battle line was too long and the victim wanted to open it. The murderer obviously used this as a base to spread his net everywhere. Focus on fishing, don't avoid meat and vegetables at all, and you can get caught one by one.

Well, when Hotch and the others saw those few who solemnly thanked the murderer for their encouragement and allowed them to find the hope of life and start over, they felt a little relieved and happy, but also sighed and helpless.

In short, it is much more convenient to find the murderer if he has the ID of the murderer. Garcia is very proficient in the technology of checking the IP address based on the ID, and gave them an address within a few minutes.

The little red snake in Hotch's pocket struggled to poke his head out of the FBI's body armor, a little excited.

But some people are a little faster than the police.

In the small apartment that used to be exquisite and beautiful, now there is only a mess left. Wu Cong sat on the only surviving chair and watched the woman struggling in mid-air. It was the afternoon and the sun was just right. The expression was unclear, but it clearly reflected the twisted face of the woman.

It wasn't such a pretty face, but it was amiable. A white silk wrapped around her neck seemed to be alive. It was pulled up and tightened, but it was released before the woman was about to die.

"It can help you take home and change your soul." Wu Cong looked at the woman with a light expression, "You have seen her before."

"where is she?"