Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Wu Cong woke up in the middle of the night, the night was the time when he was active, and a little sleep would be enough, but now he was very excited.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and a thin ray of moonlight slipped in through the gaps in the curtains, shining on the faces of the people around.

Hotch slept soundly, the sleeping man seemed a little less tense than when he was awake, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, wondering if he was having a sweet dream, unexpectedly showing a bit of childishness.

That's right, compared with Wu Cong's age, isn't it like a child is compared to an old man?

Thinking of this, Wu Cong, who had an old man mentality, moved a little uncomfortably, and got into the duvet silently.

It's not uncommon for the red luan to move at an older age. The marriages of cultivators are mostly shallow, and those who are unlucky are lonely and widowed for the rest of their lives. In this era when cultivating immortals is not about ascension, it is worthwhile to have a company to spend with them Good thing to rejoice.

But the one who got the marriage was an ordinary human who may not be as old as himself - even a man and a woman are not a problem. Back then, masculinity was considered elegant. He felt that the four big words "being old and disrespectful" weighed so heavily on his head that he couldn't lift his head up.

Thinking of this, Wu Cong couldn't help but burrowed into the quilt again, relying on the fact that he didn't need to breathe to completely turn into an ostrich, burying his head in the sand and refusing to look up.

To a certain extent, he no longer wants to go back to China. Although the verdict is a piece of waste paper once he returns to China, he can maintain whatever form he wants, but based on the experience of those old monsters who are not younger than himself, Hongluan Xing What is estimated to be able to see it.

Strictly speaking, according to the frequency of Xuanzong's astrological observations at night, it is estimated that the news of his red luan's star movement next week will spread to the ears of everyone who knows him in the north and south of the country.

Headache.

Wu Cong had a headache and unconsciously arched forward again, the tip of his nose bumped into something warm, he opened his eyes and raised his head to look around, only to realize that he had rubbed against Hotch at some point.

What I was facing... should be the arm.

Need to change direction quickly.He couldn't tell the direction under the quilt, even if he had night vision ability, it was useless. Wu Cong turned around and moved, but after a few moves, another "big mountain" appeared in front of him.

Good, avoiding the arm hitting the thigh.

Another angle, this time the belly.

He turned his head and touched his head to his chest.

Wu Cong looked around, and suddenly wanted to know how Hotch slept so that he couldn't escape.

It's like forming a circle.

In this regard, Hotch, who has always slept well and doesn't even mess with his hands, said that he does not take the blame.

After going around for a while, Wu Cong, who failed to get out of the quilt but almost woke Hotch up, sighed, rolled himself up and closed his eyes.

No matter, get some sleep first.

The above is why Hotch woke up to find a limp white dumpling in his arms.

Hotch didn't know anything about what happened at night, so he silently picked up Wu Cong, whose eyes were still closed, and put him on the pillow beside him, got up, changed his clothes, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and prepared to go out to handle the case.

Wu Cong on the pillow moved calmly, pretending that he was still awake, and was obediently caught by Hotch and put into the briefcase.

Well, today's briefcase is much looser than yesterday, and Hotch also put some bread and water for him so that he can live more comfortably.

Lying in the briefcase and feeling the slight shaking when walking, Wu Cong shook his hair, his claws neatly cut open the bag of the bun, and bit down.

It's not delicious, I really want to go back and cook by myself.

As soon as he mentioned cooking, he thought of Dansha. The little girl is now boarding with Mianjiu. No one cares about her and she doesn't have to study. She probably lives happily ever after.

The briefcase stopped, Wu Cong could hear the sound of Hotch greeting someone outside, it should be the BAU team members, then he was put on the chair, the smell of gasoline came in, and after a few seconds, the sound of the engine and Trembling, the car pulls out of the garage.

Wu Cong poked his head out of the briefcase to take a breath, and used his paws to scrape off the bread crumbs on his cheeks: "Good morning."

"Good morning," Hotch said with a smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"It's okay." Wu Cong shook his hair, trying to shake out the bread crumbs hidden in the fur, "This form is really inconvenient, and I always feel suffocated when I sleep at night."

"Can't it be restored?" Hotch asked, "I remember that the ruling I saw before said that it can't be restored without permission?" That is to say, it can be restored with permission.

"There are two seals on this thing." Wu Cong hooked the black leather rope around his neck with his claws, "It needs the permission of both the director of the special affairs processing center and my supervisor to untie it, and it is temporary. The statute of limitations is only three hours."

Probably like the FBI's special consultant system, you have to wear an ankle ring that can be restrained. Under special circumstances, the walking procedure can be temporarily unlocked, but it is not so easy to want permanent freedom.

According to the plan of the underworld, it is very likely that Wu Cong is going to wear it until he dies and then goes to work in the underworld.

Wearing it for a few days is called experiencing life, and wearing it for hundreds of years is torture. Wu Cong strongly suspects that the underworld wants to take this opportunity to make him make up his mind to die and go back sooner, so that he can be a cow and a horse for them all year round. Work, after all, the work in the underworld is far less than that of those serving prison sentences. The two-day holiday is going to be changed to a single-day off, because there is really no one to work.

The old zongzi who has been lying in the tomb for a thousand years said that he still needs time to make mental preparations.

Then he hung the name of the reserve for decades.

Not to mention right now, if Hongluan Xingdong's marriage line is still connected, if he dies casually, it may affect the widow and widow on the other side for several lifetimes, so he can't do things with heavy karma.

Hotch couldn't see Wu Cong's serious little rabbit face, but he was only thinking about the rules Wu Cong just said: "I am the supervisor, and who is the director of the Special Matters Processing Center?"

"Mianzi." Wu Cong replied, "I just burned off the hair on that kid's tail, and he is eager to see me laughing in a short time."

Do you still remember the tail feathers (tail feathers) that were burnt off by Wu Cong? As long as there is no bird that doesn’t care about its bright and beautiful feathers, the tail hair (it’s tail feathers) is the tip of the heart The treasure on the tip, even if the cinnabar is touched, it will be pecked. Wu Cong burned him into a bald-tailed duck. He didn't hold grudges for decades.

"..." Hotch has never seen the prototype of a raven, so he can't compare it, but he still understands the importance of bird feathers, so he can only reach out and touch Wu Cong's head comfortingly, and take a few grains of bread The crumbs brushed off.

Maybe Wu Cong should think about how to eat before he thinks about when to go to hell.

At the police station, Hotch exchanged opinions with other members of BAU. No one can just throw away the documents when they arrive at the hotel and go off work with peace of mind. Who doesn’t stare at the documents until their minds go blank and go to bed exhausted? He fell asleep without closing his eyes.

I won’t repeat the specific profile here, at most, because Moira’s autopsy results added some details, such as vegetarianism, and generally there are not many changes.

This is not a very special or strange case. All the traces of the murderer have similar precedents to follow. Even in the eyes of Hotch, who knows the murderer's special race, the difficulty of this case is not different from the difficulty of the usual cases. big.

As long as it is not a spirit like Xi Nang or Huapi that cannot be guessed according to human common sense, he will have the confidence to lead BAU to catch the murderer's little tail, and then follow the clues to find out all the secrets he does not want to be known.

After that, it's time for the queen of technology to show her talents.

Middle-aged man, medical-related work, divorced or widowed three years ago, child passed away at a young age, living alone, independent property, the information provided by BAU is beyond detailed, with the help of Garcia's powerful computer search ability, before noon They get the information they want.

Elroy Veblen, 44 years old this year, a surgeon, four years ago when he took his son out to play, his son fell into the water and drowned. Half a year later, his wife divorced him and went abroad—she was indeed a strong woman with a relationship with Moira and Pearl has the same dark hair and eyes. After the divorce, he has been living in a property in the suburbs. It is a very secluded place, and the surrounding residents are about 5 minutes away by car.

He drives a dark SUV and has been in good shape.

According to his credit card statement, since Moira disappeared three years ago, his food consumption and consumption of daily necessities have begun to increase, and he has bought a lot of dresses in the clothing store that his wife frequents, and many of them will not be used at all as a man. Items that arrived also showed up on his credit card statement, like tampons.

Before Moira disappeared, he bought chains used to tie the legs of livestock on many farms. Before Pearl disappeared, he filled the car with gas. Garcia found his car on the surveillance camera near the missing road-albeit with another false license plate.

Need more clarification?

Hotch changed into the bulletproof vest and secretly put the little white dumpling in the briefcase into his clothes while everyone was not paying attention, and walked out of the police station with the team members.

"The address has been sent," Garcia said. "Good luck!"

Wu Cong hid in Hotch's body armor, squeezed to the point of being flakes of fluff.