Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Blackwolf sat on the bed trying to remember if he had lost a memory - it was not impossible, there used to be a wizard in their group, and when something happened, he could wipe out the other party's memory directly by waving that small stick.

Next door to him, Wu Cong and Dan Sha didn't have so much trouble. Wu Cong was lying on the bed reading a book, and Dan Sha was lying on the table curiously looking at the picture he had just drawn. This is a simplified version of the map of Pittsburgh. There are countless ink dots scattered on it. These ink dots are moving on the map like little ants, and some of them are dyed red like cinnabar, and they are now parked at the police station. position.

"Ah Lang, which one is Mr. Hotch?" Dansha carefully reached out and touched the moving ink dots on the map. There was a smooth piece under his palm, and the ink seemed to be completely integrated with the paper.

"The red one." Wu Cong raised his eyes and looked at the little girl who was having a good time, and then turned his attention back to the book. He was reading a book about the curse of the ancient Egyptian Pharaoh. Many of the statements in the book are pure nonsense from the perspective of professionals, but it is still very interesting to watch the excitement as an outsider.

"There are quite a few red ones." Dansha clasped a small black dot that was moving fast with both hands, watched it jump out from under his palm, and lay down on the table to chase after it.

"Which one do you think is the one?" Wu Cong put the book on his face, "I'll sleep and call me at ten o'clock at night. If you're hungry, go to the next door and find Uncle Blackwolf to take you to dinner."

It's been a long time since I drew this kind of map that can monitor the population movement of the entire city. It's really embarrassing for his old bone.

"Okay." Dansha replied absent-mindedly, stepping on the chair and lying on the table with most of her body, flapping her hands like a little frog to collect the ink dots on the picture, poking them secretly twice from time to time The few red dots that don't move, I think this one looks like Mr. Hotch, and that one also looks like Mr. Hotch, so I'm very entangled.

But the child's interest comes and goes quickly, and it didn't take long for her to lose interest. She climbed down from the stool and stomped hard on the carpet, dragged her little bear doll and the little rabbit slippers and ran to the next door to knock on the carpet. Door.

"Mr. Blackwolf, Mr. Blackwolf." The little girl's crisp voice was extremely penetrating, and it didn't take long for the fierce-looking Mr. Blackwolf to open the door.

"Is something wrong?" Blackwolf knelt down, trying to deal with the little girl clumsily.

"Mr. Blackwolf, are you hungry? Let's go eat." Dansha grabbed the bear doll tightly, opened her big watery eyes a little bit, and looked straight into Blackwolf's eyes.

"...Where is Mr. Wu?" Blackwolf asked.

"Alang fell asleep, we'll wake him up later." Dansha replied, tugging at Blackwolf's sleeve again, "Mr. Blackwolf, are you really not hungry?"

Blackwolf and her stared at each other for a few seconds, completely defeated without any surprise.

"What to eat?"

"Great burger! Coke! French fries!"

Sure enough, junk food is the true love of children.

Wu Cong's current state is not so much falling asleep, it's better to say that his spirit is out of his body. The spirit floated from the hotel to the police station. After looking around, he successfully found the BAU meeting room, lying on the ceiling silently. Listen to the BAU team analyze the case.

"Abandoning a body in the ruins of a fire is a very symbolic act in itself," Morgan said, "and it's highly offensive."

"The murderer killed the father of the child, but there were no injuries on the body, either before or after death," Hotch said. "It was not a very aggressive performance. The murderer did not seem to have any disgust for the father."

"And he mummified the body," Reid said. "Regardless of the process, mummification itself contains good wishes for the dead to go to the world of bliss."

"So the target of the attack is the mother?" Rossi flipped through the files. "After losing the child, she lost her husband. It's a double whammy."

"It's the father who dies. In the traditional sense, the father is the protector of the family." Emily frowned, and denied her own statement, "No, no, we generally prefer mothers to protect children." She said to herself for two After the sentence, he said, "Generally speaking, the mother is the protector of the child, while the father protects the whole family. If the murderer believes that the death of the child is due to the mother's failure to fulfill her duties, then he is likely to kill the father. torturing mother."

JJ bit his lower lip: "Because you didn't protect the child well, you will lose even the rest. This kind of thinking may come from an irresponsible mother."

"And a miserable and weak father," Hotch said.

While they were talking, a call came in, "Hey! Dear friends, the Almighty Witch greets you." The voice on the other end of the phone was light and lively, and Ms. Garcia, BAU's queen of information, brought them new news as always. clues.

"When I helped JJ sift through the Internet news, I found these few news, you listen to, 'A month ago I saw Rachel Yule at the door of the bar and ran over, yelling at Ann, and I didn't know about him until the next day Dead""Having worked overtime with Lucien Thoreau halfway out to smoke a cigarette, I suddenly heard him calling his son's name, I saw his son standing there at the door, it was really creepy" I looked it up, the first article Yule’s name should be Anna, his daughter’s name, and the person who posted the second post was Thoreau’s colleague, and they worked overtime together until late that day.” Garcia said, “I decided to put two more crosses in the house. That kind of news will keep me up at night."

"Strictly speaking, ghosts are just a special kind of energy magnetic field, and they don't have reality—" Reid's long-winded discourse on popular science was picked up by Morgan just after the beginning, "Leave us alone, Kid, it is likely that they just appeared hallucinations, and we know a lot of drugs can do that."

"LSD (lysergic acid diethylamide), MDMA (methylenedioxymethamphetamine)..." Emily listed several common hallucinogens, "they are not very difficult to obtain drugs, but they all see the same thing , the children who died in the fire. It's not easy."

Rossi added, "It's almost impossible to tell the truth."

"It is also very difficult to get in and out of the dumping ground," Hotch said. "The police are on guard 24 hours a day, and there are a lot of media. It is impossible not to notice the abnormal phenomenon."

"For a corpse..." Reid frowned, "It is impossible to achieve that level of mummification within ten hours without relying on chemical dehydration, but the forensic doctor did not detect anything related to it in the corpse." chemical ingredients."

Garcia said: "If it's a vampire novel, maybe I can guess that he met a beautiful woman."

"And you're too pale to see the sun, right?" Emily laughed. "Be realistic, girl."

"This isn't Texas," Rossi echoed.

"Oh, you hard-hearted bastards," Garcia yelled, "my chocolate, tell me you still love me."

"Of course BabyGirl." Morgan laughed. "Who doesn't love Garcia, right Reid?"

"Huh?" Reid looked up, confused.

Hotch did not participate in the soothing conversation of the group members, but frowned and thought for a while, and said: "Garcia, continue to search for information related to the case, Morgan, go to that bar to see if you can get Surveillance footage, I'll go talk to Thoreau's colleagues, Garcia—"

Garcia immediately understood: "The address has already been sent."

Hotch continued: "Tonight we will patrol the ruins with the police, everyone cheer up, that's it."

He had already stood up and walked out of the conference room before the words finished, and Wu Cong followed closely behind him, perhaps sensing something, Hotch subconsciously turned his head and glanced to make sure there was nothing following him before continuing on.

I always feel cold on my back.With that in mind, he put on the suit jacket that was draped over his hands.

Wu Cong floated beside him calmly. He knew that his tenant was engaged in a profession called a profiler, but he had never had a deep and three-dimensional understanding. After all, psychological profiling has not yet developed in China. The decisive factor is still physical evidence.

He is very interested in this subject.

However, the rest of the BAU team seemed a little too noisy, and Mr. Tenant, who seemed more stable, was more to his liking.

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On the other side, Blackwolf took Dansha to finish dinner, and couldn't resist the little girl's pitiful eyes. He bought her cake and ice cream, and got a grateful cheek kiss. Dansha also gradually understood that this fierce-looking Uncle is actually a very nice person, so you don't have to worry about being arrested for skin cramps and guts for snakes.

The night gradually enveloped the city. There was silence in the hotel room, the curtains were not drawn, and the white lantern by the window stood quietly in the moonlight. The bright red cinnabar on it was like blood, with a strange and eerie feeling. color.

Suddenly, a small piece of candle in the lantern lit up, and a wisp of faint green smoke ignited, erratically outlining the immature appearance of a child.

It's Josh.

He floated around the room with a dazed expression, wandering around for a long time as if looking for something, until the short piece of candle was almost burnt out, and he returned to the lantern again.

puff.

The candle is extinguished.

There still seemed to be a sigh in the air, and it was hard to tell whether it was "Daddy" or "Mommy".

Wu Cong's body lying quietly on the bed was as silent as a precious ornament carved from jade, under the moonlight it was chilly to the bone.

Outside, Blackwolf and Dansha, one big and one young, have been wandering outside until after nine o'clock before returning to the hotel. If it weren't for Dansha still remembering to wake up Wu Cong at ten o'clock, maybe the two of them could hang out all night. maybe.

Wu Cong didn't know where his interest came from and followed Hotch for several hours, watching the other party questioning witnesses, orderly assigning tasks to his subordinates, reviewing and reading a lot of archives, and dealing with all kinds of troubles from the police station and superiors.

Just like a diligent mother hen, she created a case-handling environment for the chicks under her wings without any additional disturbance.

It wasn't until after [-] o'clock in the evening that Hotch opened his already cold dinner and was about to start eating, Wu Cong suddenly realized that he should go back, relying on Hotch not seeing him poked the other side's cold side to say goodbye, Wu Cong quietly walked out The window of the police station floated out, and before leaving, he secretly cast a small spell to warm his dear tenant's cold dinner a little.

Pittsburgh was brightly lit at night, and it was a bustling scene. The gorgeous lights penetrated Wu Cong's body and reflected colorful lights on his palm.

"Long time no see..." A faint sigh sounded from behind him, a pair of white and tender hands wrapped around his neck, ten fingers were dyed pink like peach petals, just look at these hands, She also knew that behind her must be a unparalleled beauty.

Wu Cong chuckled, "Long time no see."

The sound that rang in his ears was like birds singing in springs and mountains in empty valleys, and the light and elegant fragrance diffused, like orchids and musk deer.

"You lucky enemy... You know I miss you... My heart hurts..."

Wu Cong sighed, "Please respect yourself..."

"This lady."

In an instant, all the beauties and bones, like orchids and musk deer, turned into mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The rancid smell is overwhelming.