Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Since ancient times, there have been more or less supernatural stories about cats. In fact, these cute and fluffy creatures do have abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary humans. Now they are talking to Wu Cong on the window sill. This one, or the one that is remotely controlling the cat and talking to Wu Cong, is from the Nine-Tails Clan.

Cats are born in a hundred years and there is one more cat. Most of the old cats have extraordinary abilities. Although Wu Cong is not afraid of them, he has no intention of enmity with them.

"I'm sorry to disturb you." Cihuamao stepped back and bent its front legs, making a bowing posture, "It's just this matter, I think it's best to leave it to you."

"Come find me if you don't want to find me..." Wu Cong understood after a little thought, it was probably the one who ran out of the ghost picture and started to get restless and provoked these vengeful cats, "Well, it was originally My errand." He sighed and asked the cat for details.

It is also a coincidence that the owner of the remote control of the cat is also in Las Vegas, staying in a painter's studio.

Cats have an unexpected preference for artistic humans, perhaps because people who love art tend to have a stronger feeling.

Even more coincidentally, the case that JJ handed over to Hotch's desk early the next morning was also in Las Vegas.

When I opened the file, the photos that greeted my eyes had an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"I always feel like I've seen similar cases before." Morgan said as he carried his luggage onto the plane. "It must have happened before."

"About this question, I think I can answer you." Someone on the plane was already waiting for them, Lawrence Lambert, everything was connected together the moment he saw him, and the victim's appearance in the photo was impressively several years old It's a replica of the case they did before.

"I received this before, and I will contact you immediately." Lambert put his phone on the table, showing the new message he received - the dead man lying on the ground, with deep scars carved on his stomach with a knife .

"ForYou." Reid read out the text made up of scars, "This is not the same as it was a few years ago."

"The last time was MissYou." Lambert said flatly, "It's not alone." He paused and explained, "The one from a few years ago should not have come out yet."

Although he tried to transfer BAU away, he can check it himself. He lightly reminded BAU that his business is not so clean.

"I still have to see." Reid put the photos together with the photos from the case a few years ago, and frowned in thought.

"I know you have opinions on me." Lambert twitched the corners of his mouth, and stroked the emerald on the crutch in his hand, "But please believe my sincerity this time, a dying person is not so interested in playing tricks on you."

Morgan's mouth moved, and he stood with his chest folded and did not speak, as if refusing to communicate. He really had a deep resentment towards Lambert. The case was forced to let go after half of the investigation, and Lambert contributed a lot.

"Sorry." The head of BAU acted as a timely lubricant to ease the atmosphere, "He is not..."

Lambert shook his head: "It was true that I was involved in your transfer at that time, and it's normal to hate me." He didn't deny the fact, "But if I do it again, I will still do it...you guys checked too much Deep, many of my friends don't want you to see their side. Including those...the deceased, they have been trying their best to hide their side, which must never be made public."

"I remember when we were transferred..." JJ suddenly remembered the reaction of the media at that time, "Someone leaked the news."

"I really believe in your abilities, and I know that if you continue to investigate, you will definitely find the real murderer and not worry about me." Lambert nodded slightly, "But I must suppress the news at that time, and if I continue like this, after they die Everything will be destroyed.”

Back then, the victims were all first-class decent people on the surface. Whether it was work or life, it could be said that many people dreamed of having it. He was the only child in the family. Sudden death was a huge blow to parents and relatives. Well, once those niche hobbies that don't want to be known are dug out, you can guess how badly they will be scolded and how great the secondary damage will be.

Lambert transferred the BAU, suppressed the public opinion that was about to erupt, and silently dismissed the case. First, the reputation of the victims and their families were preserved, and then they lived in peace, and then began to secretly investigate the case in private.

Without the help of the police, he also has many ways to find out the truth of the case. He can also help the murderer book a permanent ward in the seriously ill area of ​​​​the mental hospital without being sent to prison.

In fact, think about it, maybe a prison is more comfortable than a mental hospital.

He gave the victim's family the address of the mental hospital, and if they were willing to visit, he would not stop them. From the beginning to the end, he completely suppressed the little secrets that could not be known.

"Of course, it's not very legal." Lambert pressed his hands on the crutches, "But if I really followed the law, my body should have no bones left."

He has always admitted what he has done very readily, but he has always been very clean at the end, never leaving any evidence that can be traced.

"The handwriting is indeed different." Reid said after comparing the knife marks on the victims of the two cases. "It should be said that these are completely the handwriting of two people, and there is no similarity."

"So this is an imitation case." Rossi opened the file and signaled that they were going to start work, and Lambert said with a wink that he was unwell and needed to rest, and sat at a position a little further away and began to doze off with headphones on.

He also really needs to rest, this dying body has already begun to issue warnings of being overwhelmed.

Wu Cong, who was hiding in Hotch's briefcase, sneaked out of the briefcase and climbed onto the shelf, taking advantage of no one else noticing him, and condescendingly sized up the person Song Xia had named.

Very well, it seems that the death date will not exceed this week, and it is very likely that he will die before the end of this case, and he must be ready to send his soul back to the country in time after his death.

"I ordered euthanasia." Lambert said suddenly, his voice was very soft, only his lips moved slightly, but he seemed sure that someone could hear him.

Seeing that there was no movement after a while, he opened his eyes and looked directly in the direction of the shelf, "Why don't you come over, I can tell you the scheduled time."

After a while, the little white dumpling landed on his knee, and moved a few times rather uncomfortably.

A little skinny, not as good as Hotch's knees.

"Want to eat?" Lambert took out a piece of candy in his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it over. When facing the soft little ball, his tone became very gentle, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth became softer.

"How did you find me?" Wu Cong asked, his voice was also very low, and the BAU who was having a heated discussion not far away couldn't even notice the movement here.

"I can feel that I was a necromancer in the previous world." Lambert said, "You have the smell of death, the smell of death that is not the same as that of the undead. You are going to take me to hell ?"

Wu Cong nodded, "You are not afraid." Not only was he not afraid, he was even a little excited.

"I stole it all my life." Lambert smiled softly, "It's not a loss."

He is very open-minded. From his previous life to this life, he has lived longer than most people in the world. He has already experienced everything he wants to experience. To be honest, he really has nothing to miss.

"It's good to see what hell looks like." He stretched out his hand to Xiaobai Tuanzi to touch him, but he was knocked down in a second. Wu Cong shook his hair and warned him not to be careless with his eyes. Move hands and feet.

On the other side, the BAU agents who were discussing the case looked at each other, and looked at Hotch in unison.

That little white fluffy ball sitting on Lambert's lap, if you read it correctly, it should probably be the one Hotch raised...

Right.

Hotch rubbed his forehead, "It probably fell into the briefcase before leaving."

His explanation is very reasonable, such a small dumpling, even if it accidentally falls into the briefcase, it will not be noticed at all, not to mention that BAU always leaves the field as soon as possible, and there is no time to care about whether there is anything in the bag. There are more things that shouldn't be there.

"It's too late to send it back now." Morgan rubbed his chin and said.

Emily answered knowingly, "And we won't say it."

"It's so obedient and it won't run around." Garcia followed in the computer.

"But—" Reid realized what they wanted to say, and just as he opened his mouth to interject, Morgan took him into his arms, "We can give it to Diane, can't we, she likes small animals."

"I—" Reid tried to struggle a few times, and continued to be suppressed by Morgan. Whenever this happened, he would miss Triton who could save him from the fire.

"The case is over, let's take it back together." Rossi made the final decision, "The driver is not willing to make an extra trip just for the rabbit."

Hotch sighed helplessly, stood up and picked up the little dumpling from Lambert's lap.

"Sorry, I didn't expect it to follow."

Lambert looked at the cute and innocent little ball in Hotch's hand, coughed twice, and felt that he might have accidentally discovered some little secrets.

However, he is good at keeping secrets for others, and his mouth has always been so strict that it is reassuring, otherwise those people would not be so relieved to let him be the guide who entered the circle.

In the last period of time before arriving at the destination, Hotch confirmed his original testimony with Lambert. It was several years after the incident, and it was in that state at that time. It is hard to guarantee whether there are any lies or concealments.

"Are you sure you didn't have any relationship with them, I mean, physical relationship?" Morgan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Lambert shook his head, seeming to be used to other people's misunderstandings: "The key to the whole process is not sexual intercourse, it looks like I'm torturing him, but all my actions are within the scope of his permission, as long as he says Safe words, then everything will stop immediately, no matter how far it progresses, it will stop immediately, in fact, the initiative is not in my hands, I control him, and he controls the whole process."

"This should be a process that makes both parties comfortable. If one party feels that this is torture, then the line has been crossed."

"What they need is a sense of security and complete relaxation. It can also be said that it is a temporary escape, not sexual intercourse." When Lambert talked about this, his aura seemed different from before, showing An invisible sense of oppression, but not aggressive, just like water, people can't breathe without knowing it.

"Given the similarities between the two cases, it is reasonable to assume that the perpetrators in the two cases are related," Hotch said. "We need to talk to the perpetrators in that case."

"Then you'll have to make another trip." Lambert smiled. "He's in Baltimore."

This is a good place he has carefully selected, and it is guaranteed to make that person's hospital life rich and colorful.

By the way, there is also the Jerseyville Mental Hospital as an option, but unfortunately it was closed for rectification due to the homicide.

The author has something to say: The Jerseyville Mental Hospital is the place where a case in "The Sixth Sense of Crime" took place. I strongly recommend this drama to everyone. It is so good!

In fact, there was a stalk of this show in Siren. The little doctor and Siren went to a concert for the first time. The cellist they talked about was the girlfriend of the hero in a certain episode of The Sixth Sense of Crime. w

In fact, there are a few small easter eggs hidden in the sea monster, but unfortunately everyone didn't notice [

When Triton was locked up in a black cell in his early years, the prisoner next door was the Count of Monte Cristo, and the old couple and young wife at the Hollywood banquet who he teased and drank were the husband in LieToMe. The pair who still have an affair with the male protagonist [cover face]

Forget about the new pits I mentioned earlier, I chatted with the editor and opened up a brain hole I really like... From the martial arts, the brain hole opened up by watching the psychic battle, the psychic or something is simply amazing, Strong Amway to everyone, there is already cooked meat on station B