Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Hal's tone was very humble, his eyes were lowered and he stared at the ground in front of his knees, his hands were pressed tightly behind his back, as if he had repeated this action thousands of times skillfully.

Everything seemed to go back to 12 years ago, his heart was clamoring because of this knowledge, he wanted to raise his head to see the appearance of that man, but almost instinctively lowered his eyes and dared not raise his head.

Obedient and docile, just like a big dog sitting at home and begging for mercy.

"Wow." Morgan couldn't help sighing, surprised by Lambert's unimaginable long-term influence and deterrence.

Wu Cong jumped into the interrogation room through the crack of the door, and neatly hid himself in Hotch's pocket.

No one spoke, even breathing subconsciously, for fear of disturbing anything.

Lambert leaned against the wall, stroking the gems inlaid on the cane, and lifted Hal's chin with the bottom of the cane. Hal subconsciously lowered his eyes so as not to meet him, and looked obediently at the small piece of land.

"Good boy." The corners of Lambert's lips curled slightly, and the tip of his stick lightly patted Hal's face twice. Hal couldn't see the expression on his face, but because of the slight uptick in his voice Jumping for joy, he suddenly realized how much he missed all of this, his heavy breathing and the red corners of his eyes showed his excitement.

"Oh." Lambert let out a sneer, "Is this exciting?" There was a bit of mockery and playfulness in his tone, as if the kneeling in front of him was not a living person but a The dog with the tail, the hard leather non-slip pad on the end of the cane brushed Hal's cheek, tapped his shoulder, and frivolously pressed against his crotch, teasing and playing aimlessly based on his mood.

Hal was completely excited, this kind of ups and downs made him completely unable to grasp the moodiness, he had no ability to resist and could only bow his head and play with it, he was like being stripped of his whole body armor and exposed to the sun, without any sense of security, No control whatsoever.

He has completely forgotten the protection he was clamoring for just now, and his mind is filled with longing. His chest rises and falls like a full bellows. From the end of his eyes, his eyes have been completely dyed red, distorted. The longing made him at a loss. He had been empty for too long, and once he was opened Pandora's box, it was like a tide and he couldn't extricate himself from it.

"Please...please..." he spoke intermittently, his voice hoarse, "Please..."

"Speak up." The tip of the stick tapped on his shoulder, and Lambert's voice was a bit indescribably low and seductive, "Whatever you want, speak up."

The people watching were undoubtedly surprised that he was able to mobilize Hal's emotions so quickly. With a few words and a slight change in tone, the other party had already entered a state of obedience.

But for Lambert, this is not a surprising thing. He just watched every change in Hal's face. Because of the plastic surgery, the other's face looked extremely stiff, and the expression he made looked distorted and hideous, but still familiar.

He has always been very clear about how to make others obey him, how to make people feel safe, and how to get the information he wants.

But his morality does not allow him to do such a thing easily.

Forget it, I'm dying anyway, and it's not a big deal to violate the bottom line once in a while.He closed his eyes and sighed softly, guiding Hal to answer his question.

"who are you?"

"Where are you?"

"Why did you come?"

Familiar questions made Hal feel like he was in that dark but inexplicably intimate room 12 years ago, with dark curtains hanging low, bright red roses outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and carpets on the floor Soft, he crouched at the man's feet, felt the hair being combed by his fingertips, and the welts on his body were painful and joyful, he didn't have to think about anything, he just needed to obey.

No concealment, no resistance.

The feeling was so good that when he was asked, "Where is Glenn Benson?", he said the answer almost without hesitation.

"So good." Lambert tapped his shoulder, and the next second raised his arm and hit Hal's lower body heavily with a stick.

Lambert was thrown to the ground by the cane amid Hal's uncontrollable screams, like he had dropped some disgusting garbage.

"You have made our past a shame." Lambert said flatly, holding on to the doorknob and walking out.

Hal screamed, but his eyes were fixed on Lambert's leaving back. He saw that figure hunched before closing the door, coughing heart-piercingly, but still seemed to be standing upright.

He looked at it like a believer looking up at a god.

According to the address given by Hal, the police found the unconscious victim Glenn, who was placed in a coffin, which was scheduled to be buried tomorrow.

The victim was on a business trip abroad so her husband didn't know he was close to losing his lover until he was rescued.

Lambert smiled and stood outside the hospital watching the panic-stricken man rushing into the hospital, without even noticing that he dropped one of his shoes in a hurry.

Wu Cong lay on Hotch's lap, and asked, "Did you raise any animals?" The aura that made him faint on the spot was really annoying, and it was a big issue related to whether he could transform back into a human form. There is no room for error.

"It can't be called raising, it doesn't like the litter I prepared for it very much." Lambert said, "It's a very big cat." He made a gesture of size, "It's orange and a little fat."

Listening to his description of the appearance, Wu Cong knew that he had found his second goal in Las Vegas this time.

"It smells of death," Lambert said with a smile, "very nice smell of death."

Unlike those ordinary people who suffer innocently without knowing it, Lambert is obviously the type who knew the other party was unusual and deliberately approached him to kill him.

"If you get too close, you will die." Wu Cong said.

"I'd die if I wasn't that close," Lambert said. "It's going to take three or five years off my life at most."

For those who have already lived enough, there is probably no difference between three to five years and three to five days.

"It wants to help you survive." Wu Cong looked at him, "You raised it for three years?"

"Three years? Almost." Lambert thought for a while, he was really the cat he picked up three years ago, with a strange and cold aura lingering around him, skinny and sharp eyes, "Do you know it?"

"It's a Jinhua cat."

Jinhua is a part of Zhejiang Province and is famous all over the world for its delicious Jinhua ham.According to legend, after three years of raising cats in the Jinhua area, they will give birth to spiritual wisdom. They will absorb the moonlight to practice at night, and hide in temples and Buddhist halls in deep mountains and valleys.

Jinhua cats sometimes lurk in ordinary people’s homes, and are the first to urinate in the buckets of that home. Once people drink the water in the buckets, they will lose sight of it, and become weaker and weaker until they finally die of illness.

Wu Cong had once caught a Jinhua cat, but strictly speaking it couldn't be called a catch. When he went there, the cat had already killed everyone who wanted to kill it, and he was squatting quietly waiting for Wu Cong to kill it.

It is a cat raised by the teacher of a private school in the Jinhua countryside. Although it still prides itself on being a wild cat most of the time, it will squint its eyes and doze off on the poor scholar's lap. Thinking about being successful in cultivation, he went back and took a look at that stupid scholar.

However, when it went back, what it saw was a piece of scorched earth.

The scholar died, and then it killed all the people who killed the scholar.

After that, Wu Cong sealed it into the map of ghosts and monsters.

Lambert thinks such a cat is very interesting, and he doesn't care much even if he dies because of it, but the cat cares about this strange human being who behaves like a scholar, and wants to save his life.

So it went to grab Nine-Tails' elixir.

The two cats were bitten and hurt both, but Jiuwei kept the medicine he finally bought from Shennong Valley.

Afterwards, it was attacked several times, so it had to ask Wu Cong for help.

On the night when the case was closed, Lambert welcomed the chubby orange cat again, still in the same arrogant manner, with the big cat dozing off on his lap.

Lambert babbled a lot while combing its fur, regardless of whether the cat was listening or not, what he said about Wu Cong and Hotch is unknown, but the cat seemed to have disappeared since that day.

"It's a secret." Lambert smiled relaxedly. Today was the day he was scheduled for euthanasia.

His body is exhausted, and if he persists like this, it will be nothing more than procrastinating. Instead of making himself so skinny and slumped on the bed, he would rather die when he can still deal with everything soberly. Decide how to leave with dignity.

He invited Hotch and Wu Cong to witness his departure with his friends and subordinates.

The medicine was pushed into the blood vessels, and the heart lost its beating bit by bit. The man half leaning on the recliner seemed to be trapped in a dream that would never wake up.

A cat ran into the room somehow, with a half-open rose in its mouth, jumped on the dead man's lap, closed its eyes, and gradually disappeared into the air.

No one in the room noticed the cat except Wu Cong and Hotch, as if they hadn't seen anything, they were surprised by the rose that fell on Lambert's lap after the cat disappeared.

Half-opened, stained with dew.

Wu Cong watched Lambert's soul floating out of his body, and Hotch saw it too. It was completely different from the physical appearance. Lambert in the soul state was thin and young, and his pale face was more like a dying patient than his seriously ill body. , the baggy black robe on his body was loose, and the veins on his wrists were exposed.

Others are alive and kicking after death, but this one is weaker than dead.

Before the priest opened his mouth to recite the scriptures, Wu Cong put his soul into a piece of jade to preserve it, in case the Western Hell suddenly became interested in such a fresh soul and rushed to snatch it.

Next, as long as he sends the person to Song Xia, his mission will be considered complete.

Shaking the hair on his body contentedly, Wu Cong is full of expectations for the life after regaining his human form.