Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Hotch's little rabbit (didn't) made such a great contribution to this capture operation, so that people completely ignored the fact that Hotch's bringing the rabbit to the capture scene was completely inconsistent with the regulations.

At the beginning, the police did not find the murderer in the house. There was only a big wolf dog barking fiercely at them in the empty villa. The basement was full of horrible instruments of torture, where the investigators found the victim's watch. and tie fragments, and a large number of utensils stained with blood.

But there is no murderer.

The police searched the small villa all night, almost turned it upside down, and even those well-hidden secret rooms and mezzanines were found by Reid, Hotch and Morgan one by one after getting the initial architectural drawings come out.

As a veteran, their murderer worked with a group of mercenaries for several years. Perhaps out of an instinctive sense of insecurity, he built many mezzanines in his ordinary two-story villa, In the secret room and the secret passage, there is also a considerable amount of food and drinking water stored. If you use it sparingly, you can hide in the secret room for more than a month without leaving.

To be honest, if Hotch hadn't noticed a problem with the size and layout of the house when he entered the door, the police probably wouldn't have noticed those hidden buttons that were perfectly hidden.

However, there is no murderer in the secret path.

Under such conditions, they could only assume that the murderer had fled here, so they left a few people here to guard in case the murderer would come back, and they withdrew their troops and went back.

Hotch commanded the dispatchers to evacuate at the scene, hiding in his pocket Wu Cong has always been very honest, so honest that one wonders if the pinch of fur sticking out of his pocket before he left was just dazzled, and Reid, who couldn't hide his thoughts, repeated it over and over again. Look towards Hotch's pocket, hoping to see something from the slightly bulging arc.

Those who participated in the arrest evacuated the scene in batches in order. Suddenly, Hotch's pocket moved a few times, which was beyond everyone's expectations, and a fluffy little dumpling jumped out. Caught off guard on a forensics officer who was carrying evidence to the car, the forensics officer fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"Hello!" Morgan and the others were startled, and they hurried up to stop the tragedy that was about to happen, and to save the evidence that fell to the ground and scattered all over the place.

When they approached, they realized that the little rabbit was stepping on the mask of the forensics officer, and the face exposed under the mask was the murderer they were looking for.

Seeing that Morgan and the others had reacted, Wu Cong let go of his paws and turned to Hotch, wiped the dust off his paws on his trouser legs in distaste, and crawled back into his suit pocket.

Young people these days are so unreliable that they let the murderer get in with them.

Then the police found the unlucky forensics officer in a secret room that had been searched. He was almost killed by the murderer's surprise attack and almost died in the ambulance.

Presumably, the murderer attacked the single evidence-collecting personnel, put on his clothes and pretended to be collecting evidence at the scene, and deceived the police who wanted to search here, making them mistakenly think that this place has already been searched, using this blind spot to almost It really allowed him to escape capture successfully.

Fortunately, the god of luck is still on the side of justice, and let their magical bunny—don't laugh, this is really Garcia's new name for Wu Cong, replacing the previous marshmallow.

In this regard, Hotch just smiled.

Unknowingly, Wu Cong has accumulated enough jokes for Hotch to laugh at him till he grows old.

The magical bunny expressed that he was very angry, and lay down on Mr. Lambert's knee, pretending to be asleep, and refused to pay attention to the human being who helped and laughed at him.

Lambert rubbed his crutches and coughed a few times in a low voice. His cough was not good-looking. Anyone who is seriously ill will not cough well. His cheeks will be red and his veins will burst out. He is panting and bent over. He took off his clothes and relied entirely on the back of the chair to prevent him from falling down on the spot.

He coughed so frighteningly, but he looked quite calm, asked Hotch for a glass of water to calm down slowly, and even smiled and said sorry for the trouble.

Wu Cong silently jumped off his knees, raised his paws to his nose and sniffed, and in a rare disregard of his image, buried his head in the fur to sniff, shook the fur on his body, and pawed with a stiff face. Hotch's pant leg made him let his hand down, rubbing the fur on Hotch's hand hard.

What kind of ghost stayed on Lambert's body after I left? This kind of terrible smell, like a bedridden person, or a bedridden person who has no one to take care of and is about to die, sticks to the fur and washes it for a few minutes I can't clean it even after bathing a hundred times.

Temporarily using Hotch's aura to cover up that aura, Wu Cong felt that his whole body was a bit unwell, and spent the rest of the time lying limply in Hotch's pocket to recover blood.

The killer is caught, and the rest is the interrogation session, facing the professionally trained murderer Hopkin, they sent Hotch and Rossi's double insurance.

Hotch is one of the FBI's best interrogation negotiators, coupled with the experienced Rossi, it can be said that there is no difficulty they can't overcome.

Hopkin was calm, even a slight smile on his face as he sat in the interrogation room.

"Good day, gentlemen." His tone was light, as if he was greeting an old friend.

This is undoubtedly an extremely flattering tone, and the people who hear it will unconsciously have a good impression of him.

But Lambert didn't like his tone, and even his complexion immediately turned cold when he heard it.

"What's the matter?" Wu Cong quietly asked while standing on his shoulder, looking at his ugly face.

"Sasha loves saying hello that way," Lambert said. "He has an accent, and it's so cute when he says it."

And Hopkin, who has never been to Russia at all, unless he deliberately imitated, how could he wear such an accent that is very similar to the victim?

Hopkin didn't deny his crimes, and he said it with some complacency, not seeing his actions as crimes, but as a form of protection.

"I'm protecting him." He emphasized.

"Protect who?" Hotch asked next.

"Needless to say?" Hopkin seemed surprised by Hotch's bluntness, "Lawrence, of course." He called Lambert's Christian name affectionately, as if he was not just an ordinary member of Lambert's bodyguard team of hundreds of people. As close as he is, "If you knew what that bitch did to Lawrence, you'd want to kill him too." He said very rudely, "I have to protect him you know, he's so fragile , I must protect him."

Hopkin repeated over and over that everything he did was to protect Lambert, and his tone was firm and calm: "It's not just that bitch, whoever it is, I'll make him pay."

After a pause, he emphasized again: "No matter who it is."

This sentence caught Hotch's attention, and he glanced calmly at the one-way glass in the interrogation room, and Reid immediately understood what he meant.

"He not only killed Alexander, we may have other victims, otherwise we would not emphasize whoever it is." Reid said, "Hopkin said that he paid the price instead of killing, which means that the other party may still be alive now."

Morgan looked at Lambert: "Do you have any suspects?"

Lambert smiled wryly: "Sasha is the only one I've ever had feelings for."

"It doesn't have to be feelings." Emily said, "The other party may have done something that is considered betrayal, such as voluntarily leaving your side and falling into the arms of others."

Lambert frowned and thought about it, then made a call.

No one heard.

"Glenn Benson." He announced a name, "but it's been a long time ago, and I don't think there's anything, even blessing them."

At that time, they just took what they needed to relieve each other's pressure. When they left the room, they were nodding acquaintances. Of course, he was full of blessings for the other party to find true love. How much brains does it take to think that he has been betrayed?

Reid told Hotch the news in the interrogation room, and Hopkin laughed: "That's right, it's that stinky bitch, he still has the face to show up—"

"I ran into Glenn at a party the other day, with his husband," Lambert explained. "They're planning to adopt a baby."

No doubt Hopkin was in charge of his security that day as well.

"He has an extremely strong desire to protect you." Emily frowned, "Are you sure he was really recruited through normal channels?" Instead of being recruited by a scene of love at first sight when a hero in distress saves the beauty?

"It's a pretty normal process," Lambert said. "I didn't know I had this guy until he was on a shift with me."

At this time, Garcia's call also came in: "Hey everyone, guess what I found?"

"Don't torture me sweetheart," Morgan laughed. "Use your magic to save us."

"Okay, okay, don't be so anxious about my knight." Garcia laughed, "I checked the information of Brook Hopkin, our murderer, and guess what I found? Everything about him started ten years ago Yes, it was as if he didn't exist before this, but—how could you clever and beautiful computer queens be stumped by such a small trick? According to the initial information of this name, I tracked down a plastic surgery agency."

"Our BrookHopkin did dozens of things there, including puffing the nose, opening the corners of the eyes, plumping the lips, etc., which is equivalent to completely changing his face. When he was admitted to the hospital, his registered name was... Fabian—"

"Hal." Lambert completed the name, and his face was ugly like a dead man at this time, "FabianHal, we maintained a relationship for about three months, 12 years ago."

"At that time, I was not as...mature as I am now, and some bad things happened during that time. I didn't control my emotions, so that he misunderstood me, and finally his feelings for me went too far. It's over."

"And you?" Reid asked.

"Talk to him and end the relationship," Lambert replied. "He doesn't love me, it's just a self-righteous fantasy."

"Honestly, it's disgusting."

It's not a pleasant thing to force your imagination onto you, and Lambert has always been very clear about what he needs.

He feels even more sick now.

But for Hopkin, everything he does is for noble and beautiful love. In his mouth, Lambert is simply a delicate and soft white lotus who has to pretend to be strong to face the dangers of the world, and he is the strong and loyal one. A knight who fearlessly guards the white lotus, he is caught up in this dedicated self-satisfaction, and from it constructs a set of values ​​that are completely incomprehensible.

Negotiations stalled, with him refusing to say where the second victim was being held, arguing that was the man's punishment.

"Let me meet him," Hopkin said. "He must be very insecure without me around."

Hotch looked out questioningly, Lambert smiled and clenched his cane tightly, and said, "Then let him meet."

Hopkin looked extremely excited when he saw Lambert push the door open, he almost jumped out of his chair, and rushed towards Lambert in three steps two at a time: "You're all right, don't be afraid I'll—"

The unfinished words disappeared in Lambert's icy eyes. He was so ill that he couldn't even stand on crutches, but those eyes were still as sharp as cold blades just out of their sheaths.

The invisible and oppressive aura around him like water seemed to condense into biting ice in an instant, mixed with the violent wind and rain, making people unable to lift their heads.

"Kneel down."

His voice is also very cold.

Everything in the brain stopped, only this sentence echoed repeatedly in a blank space.

Almost reflexively, Hopkin—it should be Hal, lowered his head with his hands behind his back, and knelt in front of Lambert.

"Sir."