Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

After all, Wu Cong still didn't find any trace of Huang Pizi in Portland, or he didn't have much hope at all. With Huang Pizi's character, he would never stay in any dangerous place, and would flee thousands of miles away at the slightest sign of trouble. .

After Dansha woke up the next day, she seemed to be in a much relieved mood, but she was still a little sleepy and lacked energy. She stayed in Wu Cong's arms and was unwilling to talk, whimpering and whimpering in a low voice.

She knew that she might have encountered bad things before, so she stayed in the tomb when she woke up. She could have left. Alang left her enough wealth to make her rich for thousands of years and a secret passage to leave , but she doesn't want to leave, she just wants to stay in this only place where she can feel at ease, she would rather bite herself to death in hunger and loneliness than follow the secret passage that Wu Cong deliberately left before his death Leaving the tomb, the years in the tomb are too long, she has forgotten many, many things, everything is like a long, long dream, she is very tired and hungry, sleeps and wakes up, and does not know her age.

One day when she woke up, all her memories were gone. She saw Wu Cong hugging her and coaxing her softly. That face was very familiar. Although she didn't know who the person in front of her was, she was full of attachment and tenderness. Like a tired bird returning to its nest, a fish entering an old abyss.

She had forgotten it, and she didn't want to think about it, because A Lang never wanted to bring up the past. She thought it must be a bad memory, and it was more sad than not eating the last bite of cake.

Dansha is a good girl, and Dansha can't make A Lang sad.

She hugged Wu Cong's neck and rubbed it, a cute smile appeared on her little face.

A Lang has worked very hard, she wants to be a good child.

Wu Cong rubbed Dansha's hair with a gentle expression: "Do you want to braid your hair today?"

Dansha nodded after thinking for a while, "I want the kind that weave them all together."

"Okay." Wu Cong turned Dansha back and let her sit on his lap, spread out the hairpins and pins at hand, and used a comb to smooth Dansha's hair.

Hotch still has to do the final finishing work of the case today, and now there are only the two of them in the hotel room, Dansha sits on Wu Cong's lap with his favorite Mr. Bear in his arms, watching his hair being braided in the mirror,

Wu Cong's hands are very flexible, and the soft hair is intertwined tamely between his fingers, and the four-strand braid gathers all the hair up, refreshing and cute.

Dansha turned her head and looked at the mirror for a while, then whispered: "The kind I want to braid, like a ball." She made a gesture, and Wu Cong understood it, and neatly braided the braid. Take it apart, and re-comb the cinnabar with a new hairstyle.

But Dansha seldom asks to put his hair up, so he did it a little more rustically than before, and after studying for a while, he managed to put all his hair up.

All the hair is divided into several strands and braided loosely, and then bundled into flower bud-like balls according to different steering wheels and fixed. The extra strands that were separated in advance are braided around the balls, and at the end use a beautiful small clip to clamp the end of the hair .

"Ah Lang." Dan Sha picked out a turquoise hair tie from the small hair ornament box, and looked at Wu Cong expectantly, "Help me tie the bow, please."

Wu Cong paused, and then said: "Okay." He took the hairband and wrapped it around the bun a few times, tied a bowknot at the end of the hair, leaving a long tail for dragging, and small pearls as embellishment.

He remembered that Dansha and Qingzhu always braided each other's hair at that time, with Dansha wearing a blue headband and Qingzhu wearing a red hair rope.

"Alang, is it good-looking?" Dansha raised his head and asked, his eyes were clear and flawless.

"Looks good, cinnabar is the best looking." Wu Cong flicked her head, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"When will Uncle Hotch come back?" Dansha asked again, "I don't know if I frightened him yesterday, but it wouldn't be good if I made him worry."

"He's fine." Wu Cong said, "Do you want to go and see him?"

"Can you?" Dansha's eyes lit up, "I want to take the biscuits!"

"Then do you want to change?" Wu Cong picked up Dansha, "You can wear that new little vest to go out today."

So Dansha wore a newly bought wine red vest, matched with a lace skirt of the same color and a white shirt, and carried the snack biscuits she had saved this month, lying in Wu Cong's arms to the police station.

To be honest, under normal circumstances, even if Dansha goes outside without shoes all day, her little white socks will not get much dust, after all, she is the one being hugged in more than 90.00% of the cases.

Seeing Wu Cong came Hotch didn't seem to be surprised at all. Don't you see that a sea monster next to him is so sticky and sticky that people can't see it. If the other side is BabyKid from BAU, he probably would have been put together by the unbearable Morgan. Throw it out of sight.

At least the little girl Dansha is cute and cute to heal her soul, instead of attacking this group of hard-working singles.

Dansha swayed her calves and jumped out of Wu Cong's arms, "Uncle Hotch has worked hard." She tiptoed and put her favorite heart-shaped biscuit on Hotch's desk, squinting her eyes contentedly, being touched by Hotch Head, happily ran away and distributed his biscuits to the uncles and aunts in the police station, even the police chief Sean who was passing by was given a piece.

Wu Cong pulled up a chair and sat next to Hotch: "When do you plan to go there?" Of course he's fine and won't just run to the police station, this kind of upright yang energy gathering place is not suitable for old Zongzi.

"Now." Hotch said, before going to bed last night, he asked Wu Cong to come over today. The hanging ghost was abolished by Wu Cong, but the six white silks she used to kill people are still there. Hotch took a special look yesterday. , There were a few bloodstains showing signs of spreading, and he was worried that something would go wrong if they were left alone.

"Then let's go." Wu Cong also planned to make a quick decision, "You lead the way."

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The six white silks are lined up, and it can be seen that the blood stains on two of them have spread a lot. The black and red blood stains look wet, and there is also a faint smell of rancidity.

Wu Cong sorted out a few white silks, the three were not polluted, and the blood stains on them were not unusual, and the victims of the other three all committed suicide in the wild, one belonged to LutherFanny, and there was no problem with this one. The problem is that there are two remaining.

Wu Cong brushed the blood with his fingertips and raised it slightly, and two ghosts with blank expressions floated out of the white silk, and they disappeared after a short time under the sun, so fast that Hotch even wondered if he was delusional. .

"It's fine like this." Wu Cong wiped the blood stains on his hands, "This white silk has a little effect of imprisoning souls, and lonely souls who die in the wild have nowhere to go and are easily imprisoned. After the death, the lonely soul will run outside, and it is normal for the blood to spread."

If Luther hadn't followed Hotch by chance, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape.

"So they're...reincarnated?" Hotch asked.

"I've already said that people will go to hell first when they die." Wu Cong smiled, and put the white silk strips away, "Only after the merits and demerits have been judged can there be more, but their way of death is There are those who have a reduced sentence, and if you are lucky, you will have a good pregnancy in your next life."

For the dead, this is probably the best reward.

In the lobby of the police station, Danza's biscuits have been delivered to Nick and Hank who just came back from the field. Who wouldn't like a cute and well-behaved little girl, not to mention her smile is as sweet as honey.

Emily and the others worked absent-mindedly for a while, seeing that Hotch and Wu Cong hadn't returned yet, they exchanged glances and waved to Dansha with the same smile of grandma wolf: "Baby, here."

Dansha tilted her head to look at those uncles and aunts who were smiling strangely, then took two steps back in fear, and hugged the biscuit box in her arms tightly.

This was saved with great difficulty, and one piece per person could not be more.

Maybe they need a treat to lure wary critters. Emily and the others thought so, and their eyes wandered around the people present.

"Reid..."

Reid clutched his pockets tightly and looked nervous: "No."

"Okay Kid, don't you want to know?" Morgan said persuasively, "That's Hotch."

That's the gossip of their serious boss, the BAU members couldn't control their curiosity.

Reid wavered for a few seconds: "Then... just one piece."

So Emily took a handful of fruit candies and milk candies she took out from Reid, and lured a small animal cinnabar.

"You mean Uncle Hotch and A Lang?" Dansha repeated Emily's question inarticulately with a toffee in his mouth, "They have a very good relationship."

"How good is it?" Morgan rubbed his hands, his thick eyebrows were raised and his eyes were full of excitement. Although he regretted the behavior of asking such a question for a few seconds, but...

That's Hotch! ! !

This sentence was the voice of almost all the members of the gossip group, each of them held their breath and waited for the answer from Dansha, who was thinking hard. Even Triton, who had been watching from the sidelines, quietly raised his ears.

The relationship between Wu Cong and Hotch is "good". That's for sure. JJ and Emily have witnessed their suspected kissing scene in the conference room, but the extent of this "good" is still open to discussion. After all, no matter what Whether it was the last time we had a party at Hotch's apartment, or now, he and Wu Cong were not as close as expected.

In the words of the old driver Rossi, if the two of them are in love, then the love fire between Morgan and Garcia can melt the glaciers in the North Pole.

Dansha held her chin and thought for a long time, then she clapped her little hands and laughed: "A Lang and Uncle Hotch are just like me and little Jack!"

The relationship is very good!We often play together, eat together, and sometimes sleep together at night!

Danza and...Little Jack?The gossip group quickly recalled the scene of the two children they had seen getting along, and then substituted some Wu Cong and Hotch...

Several people trembled like a chain reaction, turned around and got into work with aspirations.

The only conscience left in BAU (not) Reid touched the ignorant cinnabar, and spontaneously felt a kind of enigmatic pride.

Look at him and say you can't ask.