Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Wu Cong seldom recalled the past, maybe he suppressed it for too long, tonight he was unexpectedly frank, after a few sips of beer, the corners of his eyes turned red and he seemed drunk, completely immersed in the past.

Qingzhu is really a very good girl, the little soft one is shorter than Dansha, with delicate features, likes to tie her hair into a small corner, and then tie it tightly with a red rope. She smiles shyly and shyly, doing well She cooks well, although she doesn't say it, but Wu Cong knows that she has been secretly fond of that nerdy student who lives at the foot of the mountain, so that scholar can't lift his shoulders, and no beasts have ever harassed him.

Shemale has different ways, she didn't think about the result, she just likes him so she wants to treat him better.

It's like she likes Dansha and Alang, so she makes delicious food for them every day.

At that time, Wu Cong's culinary skills were very poor, and he basically cooked the kitchen. He was a master who didn't distinguish between five grains and made pies. Besides, he had green bamboos, so he didn't need to cook by himself. He just sat at the table and waited. Just eat it.

After Qingzhu was gone, Wu Cong chased him for thousands of miles regardless of the cost. At that time, he was really crazy, his mind was only thinking about how to tear up that yellow-skinned child into tens of thousands of pieces.

Probably because he also knows that he has provoked someone who should not be provoked. Huang Pizi runs faster than anyone else. He has tried every method and used all tricks. If he can't avoid it, he will try to kill Wu Cong to avoid future troubles. You come and go A lot of fish in the pond were hurt by both sides.

Wu Cong has never seen Huang Pizi with such a strong desire to survive. His body is destroyed and his soul will desperately escape. He also refused to be caught without a fight.

In the same way, Huang Pizi Xu has never seen Wu Cong who is so obsessed with such obsession. The red cloud dyed half of the blue sky, even if the demons were born and the reputation was ruined, he was unwilling to let it go.

hate it?Hate, because of this man, everything he worked so hard for was ruined, and he lived like a maggot in the mud, how could he not hate.

But Wu Cong, how could he not hate, Dansha's soul was seriously injured and unconscious, and he couldn't wake up again after no accidents. Qingzhu left him with only a few clothes and a red hair rope. In between he has nothing.

Everything that was so beautiful was gone, and there were cracks everywhere on the originally perfect Dao Xin, so he couldn't get over the calamity of inner demons after joining the Dao.

But the only reason he had left was to know that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise he would one day completely turn into a monster who only knew how to kill. At that time, it might not just be a yellow-skinned child who suffered.

On the first day Wu Cong learned fortune-telling, he counted the day of his death. On the morning of that day, he saw that the red hair rope tied around his wrist was broken, and the hair rope belonging to the green bamboo was broken.

His brain, which has been filled with hatred for a long time, was rarely sober. He knew that this was his last sobriety. He resolutely took Dansha, who had been sleeping all this time, into the mausoleum that had been built many years ago, and covered his coffin with blood. Inscribed the most vicious curses.

The price is his life, and what he wants is Huang Pizi's soul flying away.

However, his Wu Xianguo blood untimely retained the last trace of yang energy in him, and also made the curse of not paying the full payment only halfway through.

Huang Pizi was not able to fly away as Wu Cong wished, but he was indeed in pain every day under the curse.

For the next thousand years, it has been looking for Wu Cong's tomb in order to relieve the painful curse that made it impossible to survive day and night, and then there was the matter of Tu Fuzi robbing the tomb and Wu Cong's corpse.

The curse was lifted, but the man who swore to destroy it with his own hands returned.

Almost without thinking about it, it smuggled and fled to the United States on the other side of the ocean. It didn't want to die, it still wanted to enjoy its life after getting rid of the curse.

Everything was the same as before, how many years it had escaped, Wu Cong had been looking for it for so many years.

Wu Cong's level of storytelling is far lower than that of reading stories. The stories are stinky and long, but Hotch listens carefully. explain in an understandable way.

Apparently, in the supernatural world in the era that Wu Cong told about, there was no mature government system to supervise, and there were no strong enough law enforcement agencies and strict laws to regulate behavior. All operations were based on the law of the jungle. Under this premise, Wu Cong's act of revenge was in line with the requirements of the social background at that time, and no one except Wu Cong himself could give him any justice for his loss.

Well, not to mention the supernatural world, this kind of behavior similar to revenge of blood relatives was not explicitly banned by the country in a legal way until the Renaissance in Europe.

Hotch tried to ask: "Are you in Qing... Bamboo..." He pronounced the name with difficulty, "Did you start learning to cook after she passed away?"

Wu Cong nodded: "It's a pity that the cooking is not as delicious as hers, especially when making the sauce. I don't know what ingredients she used. No matter how I try, I can't make her taste." He sighed, "Fortunately, Dansha doesn't remember what happened before, otherwise let me find Qingzhu's peach blossom sauce for her to eat."

He didn't seem to shy away from mentioning Qingzhu's death, and he had a smile on his face when he talked about it, as if thinking of something that made him feel very warm, "There used to be a big peach blossom forest in the place where we lived, In spring, Qingzhu would drag me and Dansha to pick peach blossoms, and then marinate them into peach blossom sauce. Her strength is weak, and she can only make three or four jars every year, and Dansha will eat them all secretly. A small bottle, and then coaxed Dansha to call her sister."

Wu Cong said, the scene at that time seemed to be still vivid in his memory, he blinked to hide the hot flashes in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Hotch said, and at the same time made a simple assessment for Wu Cong in his heart. Facing the five stages of death, Wu Cong has probably reached the final stage of acceptance. He admitted his loss and understood the loss. Irreparable, can talk about those things calmly.

But in a certain aspect, Wu Cong still stays above the anger and can't extricate himself. Once he comes, he is the same as the family members of the victims who haven't received the justice they deserve. Rich psychologists don't know how to make him feel relieved. Second, years of fighting with the murderer has already turned this anger into a habit, a kind of obsession. Not only Wu Cong, but also believe that the other party is the same. The only thing in his mind is how to completely kill the other party.

Maybe Wu Cong himself didn't realize how terrible malice appeared on his face when he mentioned his enemies. Hotch was very aware of this expression, and this emotion meant that even Wu Cong could really I wished to make Huang Pizi lose his soul, but he couldn't quell that anger, and even fell into an even more unbalanced state because of losing his goal.

It is precisely because it is clear that I am more worried.

Hotch looked seriously into Wu Cong's eyes: "Although I still believe that personal grievances should not be placed above the law." After a pause, he continued, "But I will try my best to help you."

Whether it's searching for the dangerous monster that is obviously a great hazard to public safety, or Wu Cong's mentality that is trying to control but still begins to deviate from the normal track, he will do his best to help.

It is obvious that the person in front of him is just an ordinary human being, even if he has some special talents in some aspects, he is doomed to have no relationship with cultivation, but when he looks at you seriously and makes a promise to you, even a witch An old zongzi of Cong's level also felt that his heart, which had long since lost his senses, was contracting tightly, making his throat feel tight, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

So he opened the corner of his mouth and smiled, and threw the empty beer can in his hand into the trash can, "Go to bed early, it's getting late."

Hotch didn't force him to respond, just nodded and stood up and took off his coat, turned around to wash and get ready to sleep.

Wu Cong rubbed his forehead with a wry smile, and muttered, "It's true that the more you live, the more you go back."

How old is this Zongzi, and it is really embarrassing to think about it being bluffed by a young man to change the subject.

Dansha lying in his arms snorted a few times, turned over and clicked his mouth a few times, his expression had completely calmed down.

After turning off the lights, the room was pitch black. Hotch and Wu Cong were lying on one side of the bed. It was somewhat strange for two big men to sleep on the same bed, and it was even more strange to have a little girl in between, so both of them were a little stiff.

Wu Cong stared at the pitch-black air for a while, the darkness did not affect his vision at all: "Can't sleep?"

Hotch was also staring at the air in a daze with his eyes open, when he heard Wu Cong's question, he replied, "A little bit, did I bother you?" He also knew that Wu Cong's senses were better than humans, "I can go to the Get another room."

"No, I'm prone to insomnia at night." Wu Cong said, "You don't have anything to ask about today's matter?"

Hotch said, "About why you went after the hanged ghost? I guess it's because she has clues about who you're looking for, so you went to her."

"That's roughly the case." Wu Cong said.

"You probably didn't get the clues you wanted," Hotch said again, "otherwise it wouldn't be the reaction today."

Wu Cong laughed twice: "Indeed, instead of getting the clues I wanted, I was even more confused."

"Lina, the Hanged Man, after he was arrested, acted like he didn't know how to put psychological pressure on the victim, how to use the forums and things like that, and I thought it was very wrong," Hotch said.

However, he was prepared to seek answers from Wu Cong for such questions involving supernatural powers.

Wu Cong thought for a while, and repeated what the Hanged Ghost had told him earlier to Hotch, and then said: "Although she said so, the smell of yellow leather in the apartment is very strong, and such a strong breath can't just be passed on occasionally. letters, and those letters actually came from her own apartment."

The video data and other information all show that it is the hanged ghost herself, but she said that she has no knowledge. The yellow leather letters from her own apartment, and the comments on the forum that do not match her own speech habits, Hotch subconsciously thought of accompanying little Jack some time ago. Watching horror movies, "It's like being possessed by something."

Wu Cong was taken aback when he heard the words, "It's not impossible, Huang Pizi is good at charming the mind."

Thinking along this line of thought, everything seems to be logical. Since the yellow leather is attached to the body of the hanged ghost, its breath will naturally be heavy in the apartment. The hanged ghost is not such a smart character, as long as he is careful, he will not be discovered at all with the IQ of Huang Pizi who can hide from Wu Cong's pursuit until now.

Of course, the moment it realized that Wu Cong was approaching, it fled thousands of miles away for its life, and the hanged ghost it left behind bore all the blame in a daze.

"As for the hanged ghost being a little crazy..." Wu Cong explained, "I abolished her morality, which somewhat damaged her soul."

only……

Unexpectedly, he was able to possess the hanged ghost without anyone noticing, and Huang Pizi recovered better than expected in the days after the curse was lifted.