Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Although the speed of Wu Cong and his party has never been very fast, they cannot stand up to the US government's generous allocation of funds and materials to allocate the best aircraft and vehicles. BAU arrived in Pittsburgh quite a bit earlier.

"The fire scene has been contacted, and we can go there immediately." Blackwolf said.

"Are you going to drag your luggage over there?" Wu Cong glanced lazily at the detective, and silently moved to the side. As an old guy who crawled out of a grave, even if he didn't have to deal with those little guys who have no eyesight They seem to jump up when they see the yang energy, but it is not very comfortable to stand too close.

"...Then go to the hotel first." Blackwolf said, "Are you going to take her there?" He pointed to Dansha, who was lying in Wu Cong's arms, sleeping in the dark. I went to the scene.

Wu Cong smiled, swallowed the phrase "Taking her is more useful than taking you" for the sake of friendship between China and the United States, "How do I get to the hotel?"

Blackwolf, who also didn't know how to get to the hotel, was silent for a moment, and saw the car with the CIA mark outside wittily, "This way."

Dansha rubbed against Wu Cong's arms, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was dreaming.

And when Wu Cong and his group arrived at the hotel, the BAU team's plane had just landed. The police detective in charge of the case, Ronnie Baleman, had been waiting at the airport early. After months of not seeing this man, he became more and more haggard.

"I'm glad you guys came here so quickly." He shook Hotch's hand firmly, "To be honest, I'm really devastated right now."

One serial killer was caught, and another followed, and it's been a bad year for the city.

"If possible, I hope to talk to those family members immediately. We need to remind them of some things that need attention." Hotch said, clicking Emily to do this, the identity of a woman is more conducive to calming restless emotions , "Reid and Rossi go to the forensic, Morgan, you and I go to the body dump site, JJ will help you deal with the media, I think they must be very lively now."

"It's more than lively." Detective Baleman twitched the corners of his mouth. "It's a carnival."

"Carnival in Florence?" Rossi joked, driving to the police station with Reid, JJ, and Emily, while Hotch, Morgan, and Baleman rode in another car straight to the dump site—five The amusement park where a tragic fire broke out more than a month ago.

This amusement city, which used to be three stories high, was hard to get a ticket for the autumn ball every year. Now it has been burned down to nothing but ruins. The outer wall is still a small part, which has been repainted with bright colors. The inside is empty. After the fire, the citizens They voluntarily cleaned up the place, leaving only bunches of flowers and toys for memorial service, and there are many pictures of children on the ground, all of which belonged to the children who died here.

Almost half a year has passed, and it seems that the disaster has not passed. The media and serial killers are still like sharks smelling fishy, ​​refusing to let go of those hard-hit families. The nightmare still hasn't left.

"We should let JJ come here first." Morgan looked at the ruined walls a few steps away and the media lingering outside, and couldn't help frowning. "The attention of the media will only stimulate the murderer."

The strange corpse and the special symbolic place where the corpse was dumped. This time the murderer must be concerned by everyone. The media reports will only fuel his arrogance. Maybe he is already planning the next carnival.

Yes, a double orgy of murderers and the media.

"Baleman." The impatient policeman standing outside the door couldn't help his eyes light up when he saw Detective Baleman, and quickly walked down to help them raise the cordon.

"Thank you. This is Agent Hotch and Agent Morgan of the BAU. This is Victor, my partner." Baleman briefly introduced the two sides and asked, "Why are you standing outside?"

Victor twitched his face slightly when he heard this, "Two SSA (Senior Special Agents) just came with a little girl from the CIA and asked to investigate the scene."

"Confirmed?" Detective Baleman asked.

"I've confirmed it, the certificate is fine." Victor nodded.

The CIA and the FBI have always been at odds. Morgan and Hotch exchanged glances, and stepped forward to push open the closed door.

"..."

"..."

The so-called relative silence is probably the current situation. Agent Blackwolf, who was asked to "stand side by side" with a sleeping little girl in his arms, looked at Agent Hotch whom he hadn't seen for several years. He didn't know what to say for a while. what's good.

"Are you...?" Morgan asked suspiciously, "Detective Blackwolf from the Indian Reservation?"

"Not now." Blackwolf said lightly, and by the way, he held the little girl in his arms who was about to jump down, and pulled the suit jacket on her tighter. "Something happened."

Probably shortly after BAU came to the reserved area, he found that some changes had taken place in his body. The night of the full moon became more and more difficult. Unspeakable power was stirring in his blood, and the wizards in the tribe were happy. Tell him he awakened Apache's werewolf lineage, and introduced him to a vampire who lived for many years and helped them a lot - don't ask why they are not natural enemies, novelists' brains are not theirs able to grasp.

"So you're...CIA now?" Hotch asked, turning his gaze to another person in the room who was crouching on the ground with his back to them, wondering what he was doing, "You came here this time for this case too? "

"I..." Before Blackwolf could start speaking, he was interrupted directly.

"Go out if you want to reminisce about the old days, or shut up." Wu Cong stood up and took a few steps forward, pointing his fingertips on the brightly colored wall, perhaps to cover up the scorched marks behind his head, the paint surface It was very thick, and the tentacles were slightly cool. He wiped it lightly, and his fingertips were covered with a layer of white ash.

Blackwolf shrugged, "I'll stand outside for a while."

Hotch also intends to ask why he came here, so he also followed out with Morgan.

Wu Cong didn't pay attention to the movement behind him, he was looking down at Bai Hui in the middle, a little yin energy lingered on Bai Hui, stretched out a few small tentacles to touch Wu Cong's skin tentatively, and then seemed to be watching. When it came to the old hen's chicks, they sank happily under the white skin like jade.

The activity is very strong, it should be about a year old.

Wu Cong rubbed his fingertips to wipe off the white ash. This room is very yin, but the walls are more tainted than the ground, and the closer to the door, the heavier the yin—that is to say , There are ghosts coming in and out of the door from time to time.

As the saying goes, fish do not see water, humans do not see wind, and ghosts do not see land. It means that fish live in water, humans live in wind, that is, air, and ghosts live underground. They can move freely but cannot see the medium of their environment. In other media, it is difficult to be so comfortable.

Therefore, most of the ghosts in this world are willing to go underground instead of going through the door.

"Interesting." Wu Cong raised the corners of his lips with a bit of interest, and took out a handkerchief to wipe off the white ash that could not be rubbed off with his fingertips.

Outside the door, Blackwolf opened the file in his hand and showed it to Hotch and the others, "Are you also here for this case?"

"That's right," Hotch said. "This shouldn't be under the jurisdiction of the CIA."

"I hope it's not." Blackwolf twitched his lips and pulled out a few sheets of paper, "We have every reason to suspect that the murderer this time belongs to a terrorist organization in Egypt. He is extremely dangerous. Let us handle it."

Every year, there are dozens of terrorist organizations destined to disappear in the CIA's files, which are specially used to lie to these special operations teams.

Hotch took the information and quickly browsed it. According to the information, this is indeed an extremely dangerous terrorist. He caused dozens of tragedies in Europe and other parts of the United States, and at least hundreds of people died in his hands. In total, the CIA has been secretly hunting him down for three years.

Blackwolf looked at Hotch's expression that seemed to be convinced, and tried hard to think about how to make him go back. This time, he was dealing with something more terrifying than terrorists, and he didn't want to involve extra people At this moment, the little girl lying in his arms suddenly became agitated, clutching his clothes and crying uncomfortably, "Alang...Alang...where are you..."

She yelled in a very strange tone, and she couldn't tell where the words came from. She woke up after a few yells, raised her head and got out of the suit jacket covering her body, half-opened her eyes and looked around in a daze. look.

"Mr. Hotch..." She called Hotch in a childish voice, "Have you seen A Lang?"

The expression on Hotch's face froze from the second he saw Dansha. Since his landlord's little girl is here, the person inside...

He looked towards the door, just in time to see Wu Cong pushing the door out, and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw him, "What a coincidence."

"Hmm..." Hotch replied dryly, "I didn't even know you were from the CIA."

"It's just a favor once in a while." Wu Cong said lightly, and took Dansha who was outstretched for a hug, "I'm not an official worker."

The CIA of the United States will not ask for a member of Chinese nationality.

What's more, he is also one of the important representatives of the Democratic Party of Supernatural Beings and Ability Holders. Every National People's Congress must submit a bunch of unreliable people on behalf of those unreliable people, such as "suggesting to block several places headed by Mount Qingcheng." Tourist attractions, you guys are really going to be robbed by Yuanying, don't attack ordinary people" "Suggest to crack down on illegal licenses to become demons" and other unreliable proposals.

"And you didn't ask me." Wu Cong confidently put the blame on Hotch, and Wu Cong looked calm.

"You..." Hotch glanced at the three CIA agents who were said to be chasing terrorists, with disapproval on his face, "Take children to handle the case?"

Everyone present, you look at me, and I look at you.

……

This is fucking embarrassing.

"Come in and talk." Wu Cong motioned to the media outside the cordon, then turned and walked in the door. After confirming that all the people behind had entered, he turned around and smiled, all the whites of his eyes were covered in black, "Look at me .” His voice became erratic, like a bell, and it went straight into people’s brains.

Before he could speak, Dansha cleverly covered Blackwolf's head with his suit, and reminded him in a low voice, "Don't listen to anything, don't look at anything."

However, Blackwolf felt that he was hit by Wu Cong's voice in his mind for a while, and he couldn't see anything clearly with the colorful golden stars in front of his eyes. After hammering the hammer, one piece was shaken to pieces and the hammer was on the verge of falling. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the hotel, and the sun was already setting outside the window.

"This is..." He looked at the red sunset outside in confusion, "What's going on?"

He clearly remembered that he just got off the plane...