Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

On the first day of the holiday, BAU was still immersed in the casual atmosphere of the holiday. Morgan laughed and showed off his cruise night to Reid. Reid said that his trip to the private library was also quite satisfying, and a large number of out-of-print copies were greatly enriched. In addition to his knowledge reserves, Triton somehow got a lot of old Doctor Who peripherals that he had been coveting for a long time, which made his days not in the library full of fun.

Rossi came with big bags and small bags to share a wave of European travel souvenirs, and JJ brought a big box of small biscuits that he baked at home.

Before they got really busy, they seized the time to talk about everything, and they talked about the latest FBI policy. They said that in order to relieve the excessive work pressure of some high-level executives, they were allowed to bring their pets into the office. —Of course, you can't run out of the office.

This policy has very strict regulations on the specific application conditions and other requirements, but this does not affect the daily pressure of FBI agents to submit applications.

These active detectives didn't know that this so-called welfare policy was a conspiracy to make a certain supervisor bring a certain old rice dumpling to work every day.

After seeing the forest ruins that Wu Cong created and hadn't had time to repair, this policy passed a resolution at an unprecedented speed and was officially written in the FBI's welfare system.

After reading the regulations, Emily couldn't help but sigh: "I want to bring my Sergio over too." Sergio is her cat, beautiful, lively and intelligent, so it can be said that she is the heart of her heart.

"Don't forget that the first condition is to have an independent office." Morgan laughed and said, "And pets are locked up during the office, your Sergio can't stand that kind of suffering."

Indeed, how could a cat owner who is used to coming and going freely in Emily's mansion be willing to endure the small activity area and scratch your face every minute, okay?

As for the rest of the BAU, Morgan has enough food for the whole family, and JJ has no time to take care of work and the baby in his womb. Obviously, he doesn't have time to raise another one, let alone Reid, who doesn't even want a baby in his family. Not to mention pets.

"If you really want to bring it, you can ask Rossi or Hotch if they would like to apply for you." Reid suggested with a smile, "Both of them meet the requirements."

Although the first version of the regulations was strict, it was not without loopholes. As long as Emily could persuade qualified people to help her apply, then it was still very likely to be approved.

JJ walked out of Hotch's office with the documents, and when he heard their chat, he interjected: "You don't need to count on Hotch, he has already applied."

And it was the first to be approved.

"What!!"

What responded to her was the quartet of the gossip squad (?).

That's right, the quartet, and they had Garcia, who had just stepped out of the office, terrified by the news.

The bustle outside passed into the office through the door without hindrance, and Hotch caught a glimpse of Rossi happily walking out of the office and running down the stairs to join in the gossip, and rubbed his forehead with his hand, feeling a splitting headache.

There was a "chirp - chirp" sound from the open drawer at his hand, the little white ball sneezed twice while shaking its fur, and chewed a pencil to vent its anger.

Obviously, what Hotch can hear can't be concealed by Wu Cong's especially outstanding hearing in his second form, and the occasional laughter outside seems to be challenging his usual good endurance.

"Crack."

The pencil in his mouth was broken in two, Wu Cong pulled the two pieces of pencil with his claws, picked the end of the pencil and bit it, forcing himself to focus on the ghost drawing symbol in front of him.

Dansha has recently begun to learn some necessary knowledge for ordinary people. Simple mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, poetry, poetry and poetry are all within her learning scope. She doesn't want to learn a high level, at least she can pass the domestic exam.

But judging from the current level, there is a long way to go...

Wu Cong yawned, and with a pencil in his mouth, he drew more than a dozen crosses in succession on the exercise book in front of him, very ruthless.

Hotch was buried in the ocean of documents all morning, piles pile after pile, and new files were sent over from time to time, which fully demonstrated how deceitful the workload of the BAU supervisor is.

And, the curiosity of the gossip squad is so strong.

A stack of documents can be split into three parts and replaced one by one, they are also amazing.

Hotch signed his name on the document with a blank face, and decided that since everyone was so free, they would write the report on the next case by themselves.

The Gossip Squad, who didn't know about the imminent disaster, gathered downstairs after delivering the documents one by one, discussing excitedly about the little cute thing hidden in the Hotch drawer.

"White."

"Fuzzy."

"Cute and lovely."

"Little Rabbit!"

I have long said that Wu Cong's current appearance looks useless except for being cute, but just for being cute, he is enough to instantly kill more than 90.00% of the cute creatures in the world, so it is no surprise that he has captured the entire world. The hearts of the women in the group.

Wu Cong shrank himself into the drawer, refusing to listen to the group of women outside discussing his round tail in a cheerful tone.

And the pink and tender three-petal mouth.

Don't want to hear it at all.

Seeing Wu Cong lying lazily in the corner of the drawer and not moving, Hotch thought he was bored, so he thought for a while and took out a novel from the cabinet and handed it to Wu Cong.

HeatWave?Wu Cong silently read the name of the novel, and looked up at Hotch with some doubts.

"Rossi gave it to me," Hotch explained. "He is good friends with the author of the book, and Mr. Castle often asks him questions."

Richard Castle, the author of this book, is one of the best-selling reasoning authors currently.

Wu Cong pressed his paws on the face of the grinning man on the title page, carefully retracting the tip of his paws and opening the book.

Xiaobai Tuanzi, who read the book seriously, didn't care about Hotch's failure to control the two pats on his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly because it was so comfortable to touch.

The biggest difference between the animal form and the human form is that in the animal form, he will obey his instincts more, for example, he will squint his eyes and rub the big hands that come up when he feels comfortable. This is a completely unconscious action. He even I flicked my tail and didn't notice it.

Hotch closed the Rabbit Habits search webpage that he had opened by touching fish, forcibly moved his eyes away from the shaking little ball, and at the same time began to seriously think about whether this decompression welfare policy would really slow down the efficiency of the entire FBI.

His cell phone rang, and it was Booth, fellow FBI agent, who had come to tell Hotch about the body Hotch had found while camping.

"There was something wrong with the equipment earlier, so it was delayed for a few days, um, don't worry." Booth's tone was very relaxed, "The identity and cause of death of the corpse you found have been confirmed, her name is Clara Buck, she died of a tiger The sudden attack, her family has come to collect her body."

Hotch thanked him with a frown, hung up the phone and asked, "Isn't Clara the one we met at the campsite...?"

"She is a ghost." Wu Cong replied, "Of course one must die first before becoming a ghost, including Mrs. Cocker."

At that time, Mrs. Cocker and Mr. Cocker went to the forest with Clara after a big fight. At that time, Mrs. Cocker should have been eaten by a tiger and turned into a newborn ghost, so things like disappearing in the middle of the night appeared.

"Really..." Hotch paused for a moment, without saying anything else, he stretched out his hand to stroke Wu Cong's hair.

"There's no end." Wu Cong moved his body to avoid Hotch's hand, his voice was full of helplessness, "I'm not wearing any clothes."

As soon as the words came out, he was stunned for a moment, and Hotch was also stunned for a moment, and then both of them coughed a few times in embarrassment, and went about their own business pretending to have nothing to do.

The batch of documents, the reading of books, both parties pretended that it was just an illusion.

After lunch - this time Hotch helped Wu Cong cut the steak into small pieces and put it on a toothpick. After Wu Cong finished eating, he only got some gravy on the fur next to his mouth, and he could wipe it off with a wet towel .

The first call in the afternoon came from John Michael, an old friend of Hotch's, the director of the FBI's New York Missing Persons Team. Just simply run away from home.

More than once, the disappearance case in their hands turned into a murder case as the investigation deepened, and then turned into a serial murder case, and was finally handed over to BAU for handling. Therefore, John joked more than once that Hotch was one of the people he least wanted to contact. , and Hotch also said that he did not want to receive any calls from John.

Because that often means that someone dies and a new case occurs.

A woman disappeared. On the way back to her hometown to visit her parents, she disappeared without a sound in the suburbs of New York. Her car drove out of the city, drove on the cross-city expressway, and never appeared again.

John investigated all the surveillance cameras that could be found on the entire road, and finally found the woman's car in a pond far away from the road, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

He found a few strands of rough hair in the car, and almost immediately, it awakened the memory that had been silent for a long time in his mind.

Three years ago, he took on a case where a woman disappeared on a road in the outskirts of New York. The car was found submerged in a pond. At that time, he found a few hairs in the car window, which were identified as some kind of ape hair.

He didn't find the woman that time, and he tried his best to find no more traces. Later, the woman's relatives moved and left New York and cut off contact with him, and gradually it became a case that no one mentioned anymore. unsolved case.

"I have a bad feeling about Hotch," John said, "a very, very bad feeling."

"I see." Hotch said after listening, "I'll take someone there as soon as possible."

After speaking, he transferred the call from JJ's office: "We have a case, and we will have a meeting in the conference room in 10 minutes."