Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

I don’t know why it’s extraordinarily cold tonight, and the wind carries an ominous chill. After a few swishes, an owl flaps its wings and flies out of the forest.

Mrs. Cocker disappeared. I searched the entire campsite and couldn't find anyone. Mr. Cocker lost his position for a while and didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for Hotch and Clara who caught him in time, he even wanted to rush straight into the woods to find someone.

"It's not possible to go inside now." Hotch looked serious, "It's too dangerous."

"Yeah, calm down." Clara chimed in, "At least Mr. Hotch is more professional than you, you should listen to his opinion."

"But..." Mr. Cocker showed a hesitant expression on his face, "I'm worried that Ann might be given to her by someone else... She's very timid and never goes out alone at such a late hour."

"Can we see the situation first?" Clara held Mr. Cocker's hand. "I'm also worried about Ann, but the more reckless I am now, the more impossible it is to find her." The water was shining, he sniffed his nose slightly and turned his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

"Mr. Hotch?" Mr. Cocker looked at Hotch, with helplessness in his eyes that he didn't realize.

Faced with such a situation, how could Hotch stand by and do nothing? He sighed softly and said, "I'll go and bring the children here first, I don't feel at ease leaving them in the tent."

The two children are still fast asleep, they are both snoozing, not to mention they are adults who are so forced to be woken up, it is very uncomfortable, little Jack rubbed his eyes with displeasure, and Dansha was full of tears The eye sockets are spinning, and there will be a flood of gold in the next second.

"Need help?" Clara asked, "I'm pretty good at taking care of kids."

"It's okay." Hotch shook his head, put thick coats on the two children one by one, then hugged each of them and coaxed them softly, calming down their little emotions after getting up.

It's also a good thing they weren't any bears, otherwise he would have been tossed to death by the children's cries before he found Mrs. Cocker.

"Let me hug you, it's so inconvenient for you." Seeing Hotch preparing to survey the site, Clara hurried up and said.

Hotch turned slightly to avoid her outstretched hand, bent down and put the two children on the ground: "Would you go and play with Mr. Cocker for a while, he is very sad now." After speaking, he looked at the seemingly embarrassed Clara, "Can you go to the tent and get a flashlight for me, it's too dark to see clearly."

Clara's eyes lit up, she nodded hastily and said, "I have a high-power bright flashlight, bring it here." Before she finished speaking, she turned around and ran to her camp.

"I'm going to trouble you to take care of the children." Hotch led the two children to the dejected Mr. Cocker, knelt down and looked into his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Ms. Cocker is strong and brave, she will be fine. "

His tone was very firm, and his word-by-word manner gave people a strange sense of power and persuasion. Mr. Cocker's tense body relaxed slightly, and Dansha tilted his head and carefully held his hand, "Don't It's sad, it's okay."

Little Jack stood on tiptoe and patted Mr. Cocker's hand, and said in a childlike voice, "It's all right."

The lovely child always possesses the supernatural healing ability, and when he is watched by those big sparkling eyes, the power surges out from the bottom of his heart in an instant.

He can't fall down yet, he wants to get Ann back, they agreed to adopt a child together, and build a brand new future together.

Mr. Cocker took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were about to overflow his eyes.

He was much calmer than before.

Hotch seized this opportunity and said, "Now I'm going to take you back to the last time I saw your wife. You need to relax and listen to my voice instructions, OK?"

Mr. Cocker nodded, clenching his fists involuntarily.

"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, yes, where was the last time you saw her?"

"In the tent, we were laying around talking, talking about a lot of things, and we've never been more open with each other."

"Is the light on in the tent, what can you see?"

"No." Mr. Cocker shook his head, "There is no light on, Ann said the light would make her feel shy and speechless, it was too dark in the tent, I could only see the outline of some things, but nothing else. "

"Okay, focus on your hearing, not your eyes." Hotch took Mr. Cocker's hand to calm his panic, "What did you hear?"

"Ann has been talking to me and I can only hear her voice."

"No, you can hear it, but because human hearing is selective, your brain filters out those extra sounds." Hotch guided, "Now turn down Ann's voice, just like listening to music Turn off the sound, what can you hear?"

"Uh... the sound of leaves, the sound of wind, the sound of birds, and... and..." Mr. Cocker frowned, "I can't tell, it's the sound of some kind of stringed instrument, the sound is too soft for me to distinguish Not coming out, sometimes there is sometimes not, that kind of soft music like a lullaby."

"Okay, tell me next, can you meet Ann?" Hotch asked.

"Okay," said Mr. Cocker. "We held hands the whole time we talked."

"What does it feel like?"

"It was a bit cold. She hurt her body when she had a miscarriage before, so her hands couldn't get hot all the time, and her pajamas were fluffy and very warm." Mr. Cocker said, "Then I fell asleep. Before going to sleep, she seemed to be still Said something to me, but I can't remember, and when I woke up she was gone."

"Okay, now slowly open your eyes." Hotch said, leaving the two children to accompany Mr. Cocker, stood up and went to meet Clara, who was holding two large flashlights.

"Is this okay?" She turned on the flashlight, and the bright white light illuminated the surroundings like daytime.

"Okay, no problem." Hotch took advantage of the light to walk around the outside of the tent, carefully observing the surrounding clues.

Although he is more professional in psychological profiling, on-site evidence collection is one of the compulsory courses for FBI agents, and judging the course of events through on-site traces is also an important part of psychological profiling.

"Aren't you going in to take a look?" Clara asked.

"There are no signs of forced entry here," Hotch said. "Mrs. Cocker left on her own."

"What?" Clara lost her voice, "How could Ann do this? Are you sure?"

"Look here." Hotch pointed to a small field outside the tent, where there were several pairs of shoe prints close together, stretching out several strings of footprints, disappearing into the grass.

"They put the shoes here. This is Mr. Cocker's shoe print. He came out in a hurry to put on his shoes, so it looks very messy, and Mrs. Cocker's shoes, which should have been here, are missing. First of all, if it is a kidnapping If the prisoner took her away, then there is no need to put shoes on her, which will only increase the chances of her escape. Secondly, Mrs. Cocker puts the shoes in a very neat place, and the extended footprints are even in depth and close in distance, and there are no other people nearby. footprints, which shows that she took her shoes on and walked away calmly."

"Then where are we going to find her?" Clara said anxiously, "It's so dark and it's not safe in the forest. What if something happens to her?"

Tears fell as she spoke, she bit her lower lip and sniffed vigorously, "It's all my fault for telling her how she dumped her boyfriend during the day, it's all my fault." She wiped her tears with her sleeve, "I'll go find her right away." She turned her head and wanted to run into the forest.

"Wait." Hotch grabbed her wrist, "Calm down, have you forgotten what you just said, even if you want to find it, you can't find it alone."

Hotch asked Mr. Cocker to check whether there was anything missing in the things they brought, so as to confirm whether Mrs. Cocker had brought enough supplies to support her life in the forest when she left. In terms of Mrs. Cocker's somewhat impulsive character, Hotch I was very worried that she would walk into the deep forest without bringing anything on impulse.

Mr. Cocker counted the supplies, missing several bottles of water, a lot of food, some clothes, a gun and bullets, which made him a little relieved. Mrs. Cocker can use a gun and uses it well, and she has a weapon next to her. It eased his worries a lot.

Clara seemed to remember that she was the one who made Mrs. Cocker leave in the middle of the night, sobbing softly as she sat on the side covering her face, muttering to herself if she hadn't told Mrs. Cocker how she had seduced his ex-boyfriend in the first place. Then decisively disappearing from the world and taking a lot of breakup fees, Mrs. Cocker will not do this.

Hearing what she said, Mr. Cocker's face was as pale as paper, with a hint of blue.

"I shouldn't have said it, she just couldn't think about it for a while..." Clara said, "We're going to find her, she's afraid of bugs on trees, she can't go far..."

If there were only three of them, they would be able to search around if they were well-prepared, but now they have two children, whether they bring the children or leave the children in the camp, it is undoubtedly uneasy , At least one person should be left in the camp to watch the children.

So which one to keep?

Hotch is the only one among them who has experience in field search and rescue. He must take it with him. Clara is emotionally unstable and staying here will not guarantee that she will not run into the forest by herself. Not to mention Mr. Cocker, the missing one is his wife. How can I stay in the camp and wait for the news...

The scene froze for a while.

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault..." Clara clutched her hair and wept nervously, she stood up suddenly and rushed into the forest while they weren't paying attention, and disappeared in the night in a blink of an eye middle.

Hotch stood up and hurriedly chased after him, only in time to say: "Help me take care of the child!"

Mr. Cocker looked at the two children dumbfounded, and then looked up at the forest where there was no one at all. He held back the hands of the two children and said with a forced smile, "Let's go to the tent to have a rest, shall we? You must be sleepy at this late hour."

Indeed, Little Jack and Dansha were already so sleepy that they couldn't help rubbing their eyes.

Mr. Cocker sent them back to the tent, and sat there watching the two children fall into a deep sleep, feeling as if a huge rock had been pressed against his heart, making him unable to breathe.

I don't know how long it has passed, and still no one came back. He took the flashlight left by Hotch in his hand, and the heavy and solid feel of the high-power flashlight made him feel at ease.

"Ben? Are you there?" In the second half of the night, when he was drowsy and half asleep, he heard someone calling his name outside the tent. He squinted his eyes and saw a slender figure of a woman reflected in the tent.

"Ben? Are you there? It's so dark outside, I'm scared." The voice was so familiar that he thought he was dreaming.

"Ann?" he asked tremblingly, "is that you?"

"It's me, it's me." The voice outside was mixed with tears, "I was wrong, I was really scared, let me in, okay, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Ann! You're back!" Mr. Cocker cheered up, threw away his flashlight and hurriedly stood up and unzipped the tent, "Are you all right?!"

The zipper was unzipped, and what was facing him was the cold muzzle of the gun.

In the distant mountains and forests, a tiger roared like thunder, splitting the silence of the night.

clap la la la-

Countless birds took off.