Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

After finishing the counter-terrorism seminar in Boston and helping to solve a murder case, Hotch and Rossi stayed in Boston for one night before returning to Quantico, while JJ was already waiting in Hotch's office.

"We might go to Pittsburgh," JJ said.

"The second serial killer in three months?" Hotch put down his bag and took the document handed over by JJ, and after a while his brows frowned, "Gather in the conference room in 10 minutes."

JJ nodded, turned and went out.

It was said to be 10 minutes, but in fact, all members of the BAU team were sitting in the conference room within 5 minutes.

"Pittsburgh again?!" Morgan raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue, "It's only been less than three months!"

"Looking down, you will be more 'surprised'." JJ shrugged, and finished distributing the materials in his hands.

"Wow..." Reid, who reads faster, has already flipped to the back, and can't help shouting, "This is really... amazing..."

"Fourteen kids died in the Shadyside entertainment complex fire in Pittsburgh five and a half months ago," JJ said.

"We all know this," Morgan said. "A tragic follow-up tragedy." Grieving parents who lost their children were targeted by serial killers, murdered one after another and faked suicide. "Peter Redding is still in prison It's closed."

Peter Redding was the murderer in the last case in Pittsburgh, and it was because of him that the BAU was invited there two and a half months ago.

"But it seems that someone's grief hasn't stopped." Emily curled her lips, "Poorguy."

"From a month ago to now, the Pittsburgh police have found three bodies." The photos on the scene showed three shriveled, mummified bodies. "Through DNA verification, they are all the fathers of the fire victims."

"Rachel Yule, Carl Bauer, and... Lucien Thoreau, I talked to him, he is a very strong man, he has been able to accept the fact that his son is not there." Hotch pulled out the photo of the last victim, "Here said he was ten at night. Finished work at one o'clock, but did not go home, and was found at the fire site at [-]:[-] am the next morning."

"Yule is similar. He didn't come home after get off work at 10:30, and his body was found in the fire at noon the next day." Rossi said, "Bauer went out to buy cigarettes at night and never came back."

"The same, the body was found where the fire broke out." JJ continued, "Since the first body was found, the police have stepped up patrols around there, but nothing has been gained."

"Then he must be very aware of police shift times," Morgan said. "It's not easy to hide from people with a dead body."

"I'd rather know how he did it." Reid frowned at the photo of the corpse, "It was less than twelve hours from the time the disappearance to the discovery of the corpse, but the corpse was almost completely dehydrated, with shriveled internal organs, they were like stayed in the pyramids for thousands of years."

"The man in charge of this case is Detective Ronnie Baleman, I think everyone should be familiar with it." Hotch said that Detective Baleman was in charge of their previous case. The parents of the children re-talk."

"Twice in a row, it must be very painful for them." JJ sighed, "I will let the media minimize the exposure."

At the same time, Wu Cong and Dan Sha were also packing their luggage. He didn't have many things, a few green bamboo talisman brushes he carried with him for a change of clothes, and the lantern with the little ghost Josh. After hesitating, he added dozens of paintings. The yin fire thunder talisman, the lion needs to fight the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that the hexagram of going out this time is not all smooth sailing.

After less than 5 minutes to settle his luggage, Wu Cong sat on a chair leisurely watching Dansha move things back and forth with his short legs——

First of all, clothes. You should bring two more beautiful skirts, and a few more matching accessories. You can’t miss any small leather shoes and sneakers. The most important thing is the plush dolls in the room. Without them, the little girl can be accompanied Can't sleep at night.

The box prepared by Wu Cong is very big, enough for Dansha to sleep on the bed, but no matter how big the box is, there is a limit. Wu Cong finally opened it when Dansha was trying to put No.15 dolls in it. He said, "Dansha, we'll only go for three days." So there's no need to bring the two-meter custom-made bear with you as if you were moving house.

Dansha hesitated for a moment, but obediently took out the stuffed dolls in the box one by one and spread them out on the ground. After squatting left and right and weighing them for a long time, she made up her mind to hold a fluffy bear doll and put it in the suitcase. Go back and forth and put the dolls you took out back into the room.

"Good boy." Wu Cong patted the head of the little girl who was lying on her lap begging for praise, picked her up with one hand, dragged the suitcase with the other hand and walked out the door. There was a piece of white paper on the door, writing " Out of the house for three days due to business, please contact me by phone", in case anyone comes looking for her in the past few days.

The 24-hour CIA agents have been waiting at the door for a long time. Although Wu Cong has high authority, he is usually followed by someone when he goes out. Three years is enough time for the US government to understand this seemingly unrestrained chicken. How lethal is the powerful man, let him go out for a walk alone, it is estimated that all the leaders will not be able to sleep at night.

Even if they are deceiving themselves and others for psychological comfort, let them know the whereabouts of this walking nuclear weapon.

There are not many people staying at the door of the house, and Wu Cong usually doesn't care about this kind of worry-free stalking. After living for so many years, he still doesn't want to go to the world for a little thing.

What's more, some people volunteered to do the fragmentary intelligence in the early stage and the aftermath in the later stage, and he was happy to be free.

For example, now, he can relax on the plane and listen to the detectives tell him that he has prepared a residence and identity for him in Pittsburgh, and the police station has also been arranged. He can go wherever he wants to investigate. The agents and the city) are responsible for the safety, they sent the best agents to follow Wu Cong closely, and they can ask him for any needs.

——Mr. John Blackwolf, a senior agent who has the ancestral lineage of werewolves and is the best hunter of the Indian Apache tribe, specially transferred from the American Supernatural Creatures and Phenomena Response Team, should barely be able to guarantee that he will be able to fight against Wu Cong and all kinds of ghosts survive.

Holding Wu Cong's arm, Dan Sha timidly stared at the middle-aged man who looked fierce and smelled like a lot of beast blood for a long time, and when the other party looked over, he resolutely buried his head in Wu Cong's clothes.

Hunters are the most annoying, and I will become my original form again QAQ

"Sorry." Wu Cong hugged Dansha on his knee and patted it, with a helpless expression, "Dansha is a little shy."

Detective Blackwolf shook his head with a serious expression, "It's okay." After he finished speaking, he felt that his tone seemed a little unfriendly, and added forcefully, "She's cute."

Wu Cong smiled, "Give me your hand."

Blackwolf raised his hand in puzzlement. His hand was big, with thick and powerful knuckles, and a thick callus on the palm.

Wu Cong held his wrist with one hand, bit the index finger of the other hand and squeezed lightly, a drop of blood gushed out from his fair fingertips—it was not bright red, but dark brown with a gloomy air. Pressing his index finger on Blackwolf's palm, he quickly drew a spell, and the dark brown blood spread around along the lines of the palm.

"Hiss—! What did you do!" Blackwolf gasped, feeling the pain in his palm as if it had been pressed against a soldering iron. He subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but found that it was loosely encircling his wrist. In fact, his hands were as firm as iron tongs, and no matter how hard he struggled, they did not loosen at all. Soon, he found that the dark brown marks on the palm were hidden under the skin, and the pain faded away like the tide, just like his hallucinating.

He clenched his fist, nothing unusual.

And Wu Cong has already talked about the arrangements after arriving in Pittsburgh, "I'm going to take a look at the entertainment city where the fire broke out first, and then the place where these people disappeared." He shook a few mummified corpses on his hands "Their yang energy has been sucked out."

Blackwolf frowned and looked at Wu Cong, still opening and closing his fists uncomfortably.

"To be honest, I don't think sending you here is a very good decision, and it can even be said to be the worst decision." Wu Cong sighed softly, "Although it is not sure what is causing trouble in Pittsburgh, but I know that you have an unparalleled attraction to that thing."

Yang Qi is a good thing for nourishing souls and ghosts. If the Yang Qi of an ordinary man is a candle, and the Yuan Yang of a virgin is an incandescent light bulb, then the one sitting next to me is simply a high-intensity searchlight. Didn't write on the face come and suck me four big words.

"I've temporarily covered the yang energy on your body. Don't enter churches or temples during this time, and don't go to places where the sun is shining at noon." Wu Cong warned, temporarily covering it with his own blood. Excess yang qi, but this rootless yin qi can easily be wiped away.

"That's right." He thought for a while and said again, "Remember to take some cold medicine, the resistance will be weakened when Yin Qi enters the body."

Blackwolf nodded speechlessly to show that he understood, and suddenly felt that something touched his hand, and lowered his head to find that the little girl lying in Wu Cong's arms was poking his arm unconsciously, and then quietly handed it over. candy.

Looking at the sweet smile on Dansha's face, he unconsciously softened his face, and smiled slightly.

At this time, the plane has begun to slowly prepare to land.