Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The murderer was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, and the staff sent by Mianzhu to find the child took out the blood of the Yi Kingdom from his body, and took it back to make alchemy or weapon refining, it was better than staying on this person and letting him go again Harm others.

At the same time, he didn't forget to find a good reason for Wu Cong's scars, so as not to ruin the views of those hard-working agents.

After catching the prisoner BAU, the work is basically over, and it will be just in time for the weekend when I go back. If the serial killers save face enough, maybe they can have a good rest day.

Wu Cong returned to Hotch's briefcase, and now he has a rather comfortable corner in the briefcase, with a soft handkerchief underneath, small bread and water, and it's quite comfortable to sleep on his stomach if he has nothing to do. Spacious, Wu Cong slept comfortably from the plane to his apartment, and he didn't even know when Hotch took him out of the briefcase and put him on the pillow.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Dansha's magnified face. He hadn't seen the little girl for a few days and seemed to have a rounder face than before, blinking her big eyes and showing a sweet smile to Wu Cong.

"Alang, you're awake!"

Facing the little girl's enthusiasm, Wu Cong, who had spoiled her for thousands of years, couldn't bear it any longer and turned his head to ignore it, so he could only nod with a straight face, "Are you slacking off in your studies these days?"

As soon as she opened her mouth to study, Dansha pursed her lips and moaned dissatisfiedly: "Yes—"

Wu Cong frowned, and continued: "Studying is just like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Now you are—" Before he finished speaking, Dansha interrupted him: "Uncle Hotch said that I will go and help him cook. Aaron, I will come to accompany you later!"

Before the voice of the last word landed, the little girl had already disappeared.

Wu Cong shook his ears, moved his body in satisfaction and buried himself in the quilt, leaving only a short ball tail exposed, shaking slightly from time to time.

The voices of Dansha and Hotch outside the door could not escape his ears. The little girl was called by Hotch to make small biscuits. She liked this kind of activity very much, and she could play with it for a long time if she was given a piece of dough.

Wu Cong lay down for a while and felt that his body was in good condition, so he jumped from the bed to the cabinet next to the bed, measured the distance from the cabinet, jumped onto the beam on the ceiling, and pushed open a small door with his small claws. The door, after drilling through it is my own study.

This small building is the only area where he can move a little more freely. Once he leaves here, he has to be bound to Hotch. He jumped from the ceiling, landed lightly on the top of the study cabinet, and looked down. A scene in the study.

A large part of the pictures of ghosts and monsters hanging on the wall are broken, and the colors on them have faded to the point that there is almost nothing left. Only some general outlines can be barely discerned, while others are newly painted with bright colors. Small pieces are scattered in all corners of the painting.

Some of the broken places were directly killed by him, such as painted skin, and some died naturally, such as some mountain spirits, who could not survive in this world with strong turbidity, and some of them were burned for thousands of years. Those who did their best to re-enter reincarnation, only three or four are still outside, and when the rest are caught, he will be freed from this matter, and he can return home with peace of mind and arrange all the matters. He died peacefully and went to hell.

There are three or four more.Wu Cong broke off his little paws, inexplicably unwilling to catch all those evil spirits back so quickly.

If he is captured, he will have to go back to the country. The government is not willing to let such an unstable weapon wander abroad casually.

At that time, it will be difficult to see Hotch abroad again.

Xiaobai Tuanzi sharpened his claws on the closet unhappily, and even had the idea of ​​leaving those evil spirits outside.

But he just thought about it, if he really wanted to stay abroad, he would be able to come up with a better way, and the way is all people come up with.

After struggling with himself for a few minutes, Wu Cong turned his head and jumped off the bookcase and landed on the desk. The most conspicuous thing on the desk was a piece of jade at the corner of the desk—it was a large piece of jade, in the shape of a column, with an octagonal hollow outside as a circle , the surface is carved with complex patterns, showing a light yellow color, with a hint of flocculent red mixed in it.

According to "Zhou Li", Cang Bi is used to worship the sky, and Huang Cong is used to worship the land. The cong in Wu Cong's name refers to this kind of ritual vessel. Zongzi's mental demons have not passed for more than 1000 years, and they have hurt the fundamentals and used them to nourish the soul.

Now one of the corners of this jade cong is missing, and it was used by Wu Cong as a decoration for a dagger, and later it melted into Hotch's body by accident. The protection of the small piece of jade cong prevented Hotch from being directly burned to ashes, but it also caused the jade cong to be completely fused into Hotch's soul and could not be taken out. Although it was only a small piece, it was enough to subtly change the human body. Wu Cong It is estimated that in a few days, Hotch will be able to awaken the yin and yang eyes by himself, instead of the selective visual effect he prescribes for him every time.

Hopefully Hotch won't be overwhelmed by the number of ghosts in the FBI building by then.

Thinking so in his heart, Wu Cong's tail twitched twice in anticipation.

Pushing open the door of the study, Wu Cong walked around the room twice, making sure that no one else came in when he was away, and reinforced the defensive formation around the outside of the room. Hotch could just see the little white balls in the flower bed below in the kitchen. He looked like digging a hole with a small shovel, and then buried a stone in it. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth a little bit, and pressed his fist against his lips to cough twice, so as not to laugh out loud.

Wu Cong seemed to be aware of it, and looked up at the window on the second floor, then lowered his head and carefully pressed down the buried soil.

Of course, Hotch washed him clean of the last dirt.

Dansha, who was kicked out and not allowed to see, squatted at the door of the bathroom mournfully, muttering: "A Lang doesn't like me anymore." A small face was about to cry, sniffing his nose and tears rolling in his eyes, which made Wu Cong feel sad His body softened, and he stretched out his paw to pat Dansha's small head, and said helplessly, "Don't be sad, I don't dislike you."

"Alang won't eat with me anymore." Dansha complained.

That's because you will throw all the carrots you don't want into my rice bowl.Wu Cong slandered, but said in his mouth: "Then let's eat together today?"

Dansha nodded vigorously, and said again: "Ah Lang doesn't want to sleep with me anymore!"

That's because I don't want to be drooled by the drowsy boa constrictor opening its mouth in the middle of the night.Wu Cong thought about it, and finally compromised under Dansha's teary eyes, "Sleep together today."

"Ah Lang is the best!" Dansha happily rushed forward and kissed Wu Cong, then raised her head and tugged at Hotch's cuff, "Uncle Hotch, can we have pizza tonight?"

It's no big deal for a child to want something fresh. Hotch took out the pizza shop's take-out list from the drawer and let Dansha pick it out by himself, saving Wu Cong who was feeling uncomfortable being held by the little girl.

"I don't even have any clothes on." Wu Cong muttered in a low voice, lying peacefully in Hotch's palm, feeling that something would happen to him if he went on like this, and he had to talk to those in the underworld as soon as possible, no matter what. Try to get out of this deadly state.

Hotch stroked Wu Cong's soft fur, and scratched the extra soft hair on his chin. Wu Cong's body trembled comfortably before his brain could react. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes, almost turning from a lump to a puddle. up.

Hotch smoothed his hair for a while, then retracted his hand before Wu Cong's brain resumed to function and was too embarrassed to see anyone, and rummaged through a drawer to find a handkerchief.

"Hey!" Wu Cong, who was caught off guard and placed on the table with his stomach upside down, yelled, kicked his hind legs twice, and the strength that could knock the country out of the country with one leg was not even tickled by Hotch, and he was easily beaten Hold the two hind legs together.

"Wrap it for you." Hotch folded the handkerchief, wrapped Wu Cong from the stomach, tied a knot on the back, and arranged the position of the cloth again, "How about this?"

He took out his mobile phone and took a photo to show Wu Cong. In the photo, the fluffy little dumpling was wrapped in a light blue handkerchief, with only four legs and head exposed, and the corners of the handkerchief on the back were knotted The reason for it is tilted up, and at first glance it looks like a little baggage that can run.

Wu Cong looked at his tightly covered body with satisfaction: "Thank you."

Even if there is hair blocking it, it is still more at ease to have cloth on the body.

In this way, even if you are hugged and kissed by Dansha, you won't have a headache.

After dinner, Dansha went back to her apartment with Wu Cong in her arms. Without Wu Cong's help, the little girl's self-care ability improved rapidly. She neatly spread out the quilt, turned off the light on tiptoe, got into the quilt and patted Side: "Alang, come quickly!"

It was not much different from when Wu Cong took her to sleep before. Wu Cong helped Dansha tuck up the corner of the quilt, said good night, and turned off the small lamp beside the bed.

Dansha soon fell asleep, and Xiaotuanzi, who was holding a blue fur skin in her arms, slept soundly. She laughed from time to time and didn't know what kind of dream it was. She twisted and twisted on the bed and turned into her original shape after a while. , wrapped around Wu Cong in the middle.

But Wu Cong couldn't sleep, it was hard for him to say why but he really couldn't sleep now, and he always felt empty in his heart as if something was missing, and he felt a little restless for some reason, let alone drowsiness more and more sober.

After tossing and turning for a long time in the small space where the cinnabar plate came out, and avoiding the little girl's mouth unconsciously protruding over several times, Wu Cong randomly tore one out of her toys and stuffed it in as himself, and ran out quietly.

Ran across the living room, pushed open the study door, jumped onto the bookcase and climbed up to the ceiling with strength, pushed open the small door, Hotch seemed unable to sleep on the other side of the door, barely closed his eyes and frowned, as if he was not asleep .

The little white ball rolled down from the ceiling without a sound, landed on Hotch's bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, got in and rubbed it, and sighed softly.

Hotch felt the touch of the fluffy against his arm in a half-dream and half-awake, his frowning brows relaxed, he turned sideways and put his hand on the fluffy, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Cong, whose head was covered by Hotch's hand and unable to move, kicked his hind legs twice in frustration, and put restoring human form at the top of the to-do list.

This damned dumpling form!

Thinking like this, Wu Cong fell asleep amidst the overwhelming tiredness.