Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The technique of summoning ghosts is ubiquitous in any country or culture. People believe in the existence of ghosts, and believe that through specific rituals, they can be recalled from the kingdom of the dead to answer questions for the living.

More powerful warlocks can even use ghosts for their own use. Behind the trick of spreading beans into soldiers and reclaiming mountains and seas, the abilities of these ghosts are indispensable.

Garcia found the date of birth of the suspect Rory Jerome in the hospital, just as Wu Cong requested, accurate to the second, but when Wu Cong took the time to calculate it, he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.

"You guessed right, there is indeed something wrong with the case." Wu Cong said with a smile, "This person is not dead yet."

"But the DNA comparison shows that he is Jerome." Hotch also frowned, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"I'm not going to make the low-level mistake of misjudging life and death." Wu Cong said helplessly, counting down the birth date in his hand, "Well, although he didn't die, the birth date is not your suspect's. He raised the paper in his hand, "Theoretically, this person should be in the UK now, and he is powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand."

"Someone changed his date of birth." Hotch reacted, the date of birth of the suspect in all the files Garcia found was the one in Wu Cong's hand, but if you look carefully, you can find inconsistencies in the files Some places - for example, it is clearly written a birthday in summer, but a birthday party is held in winter.

"What are you going to do now?" Wu Cong asked, paused for a few seconds, and he added, "If you can get that Jerome's blood or hair, I can also summon his soul back." He was really more interested The most important thing is why the person behind the scenes changed the date of birth of the deceased, as if they were sure that they would use the date of birth to make an article.

Hotch is not a person who sticks to the rules. He is a fool if he has a more convenient way to know the truth. After thinking about it for a while, he decisively went to the morgue to get a few drops of blood from a hair.

For Wu Cong's Taoism, even if it is restricted a lot now, summoning a Yin spirit is not a major event that needs to be mobilized. I just found a piece of Lin Ziqing who is good in geomantic omen and suitable for drawing formations. He added some by hand, and he brought all the things he needed. The more troublesome thing was to buy a few roosters and let them bleed.

Do it at night, of course.

"Magic circle?" Hotch, who was watching, was a little surprised when he saw Wu Cong dipped in chicken blood and drew a circular magic circle with complex stripes on the ground, "I thought you would use the oriental method."

"I want to snatch people from hell, and the Western method will be easier to use." Wu Cong explained, although it is true that the hells of all countries are now one family, and the slogans such as living together in the big garden of the earth are beautiful, and there are regional differences. It is still very large, and it is undoubtedly better to do as the Romans do for the sake of efficiency.

Reid watched the formation on the ground curiously. If he couldn't touch it, he would have gone to study it carefully. Triton muttered "I can also draw" unwillingly, but was completely ignored without any surprises. Even his own humans He couldn't get a single glance, so he had to squat aside and prepare things for later use.

Of course he can draw this kind of magic circle. Don't forget that one of his old friends is a lady witch with great powers. He has learned a lot of tricks from witches.

The formation is not big, probably not more than one meter in diameter, but there are many and complicated lines in it, and if you shake your hand a little, you will make a mistake. Even Wu Cong took more than half an hour to draw it completely.

The blood of the rooster soaked into the soil, presenting a strange and treacherous dark color, the strokes of which are connected together, wet and wet, glowing its original crimson under the moonlight, glistening and glistening, as if it was about to overflow.

The wizard's calculations were accurate, and the blood of the rooster was exhausted after drawing the magic circle. He took out a dagger and turned his head and asked, "Which one of you will come?" After thinking about it, he said, "It's best to be a Virgin."

He was asking about Hotch and Reid. Evocation requires sacrifice, which is usually the blood of living people. Obviously, he himself can't even qualify for living things. Although Triton is alive, he is not a human being. The two who meet the requirements The two looked at each other, and Reid silently reached out to take the knife, his ears flushed: "How much do you want?"

Well, the little doctor is still a virgin.

"A few drops are enough." Wu Cong asked him to drop the blood into a glass vial, and throw in some dry branches and weeds that were so dry that it was impossible to tell what kind of plant it was, and put it in the center of the magic circle. Kneeling on the ground and muttering words.

The strange thing is that his voice does not come from his mouth, but from a more internal place, which is formed by repeated echoes.

"What's he reading?" Reid asked Triton slyly.

While helping him hold the wound on his hand, Triton pricked up his ears and listened distractedly: "That's the mortuary text, the common language of the dead." To be precise, the mortuary text does not have a specific form of expression, it is purely a matter of putting the will into action. As for the voice, the mode of the funeral text of each deceased is different, but as long as you master the interpretation method, you can smoothly interpret the meaning. The biggest advantage of this is that you don't have to pay attention to language differences.

"He read some formulas, expressing that he is willing to use sacrifices in exchange for the temporary return of someone's soul, and promises to send him back on time."

When Wu Cong recited, the wind gradually picked up, and the winter in Hawaii was still [-] degrees, but the wind was so cold that Reid and Hotch, who were wearing coats, were both shuddered, and Triton was almost terrified by the breath. Blowing out a whole body of scales, the sea monster is very sensitive to all kinds of dark auras, he can clearly feel a hole opening in the air, linking to an unknown dark direction, and strands of delicious and abnormal aura gathered in the On the other side, they didn't dare to take a step too easily.

On the other side of the void is the world.

Triton could feel it, and Hotch could see the "Eye of the Storm" gathering above the circle, and a wraith with a head or a hand coming out of it and being pulled back.

Howling ghosts and howling wolves, the wind was blowing, they couldn't see or feel Reid who was still studying the magic circle at the same time, and somehow felt that it was good to know nothing.

After Wu Cong finished reading the last word, he stood up and threw the blood and hair into the abnormally hot flame. The flame instantly turned green and devoured everything thrown in.

In the next second, the "eye of the wind" swept down from mid-air and covered the fire, and the green light flickered unsteadily. Suddenly, at a certain moment, the fire went out, the wind stopped, everything returned to calm, and there was no light in the dark forest.

"Snapped--"

Wu Cong lit a candle, and when the candle was ignited, the candle sparkled and made a slight crackling sound.

Among the embers in the center of the circle, Hotch saw a ghost floating with blank eyes.

Rory Jerome, the suspect they're looking for.

There are many ways to interrogate, but unfortunately they don't have much time. To complete all the work before the embers on the ground are completely extinguished, the fastest way is undoubtedly...

Hotch walked over and stood where the ghost was, and at first glance it looked like their bodies overlapped.

Confused, Reid watched Hotch suddenly kneeling on the ground half-kneeling with his hands on his heart, feeling very uncomfortable, and realized that his supervisor still kept a lot of things from him.

But since Hotch didn't say anything, there's no need for him to get to the bottom of it. The little doctor blinked and turned his head to look at Triton.

In other words, he's still hiding from Hotch about Triton's inhumanity.

Hotch has no time for other people.

Scenes flashed in front of his eyes, very fast but extremely clear, and each picture had a corresponding memory in his consciousness. This was not his memory, but another man's memory.

When the man was a boy, he did not have a happy family, just like those families that were burned to death by him, they looked so harmonious and beautiful on the outside, but they were actually scarred inside.

Maybe his parents have been in love once, but his memory has never been there. Most of them are his father's lovers who seem to be revolving around, and his mother's wardrobe like a fashion week. No one remembers that they have a child who needs love. Slowly growing into the most terrifying appearance in the dark corner.

He likes firelight, the warm and warm firelight can always bring him the most primitive impulse of life, yes, sexual desire, only fire can bring him desire, even if he barely forms a family, it can't last long, and his wife will never understand him He is obsessed with flames and can't bear his strange personality.

Arson, destroy public facilities, go to prison again and again, and come out again and again, the prison is the best university, before he went in, he was just playing with the gas stove at home, after he went in, he has upgraded to the bigger and more Advanced hands.

He knows this is wrong, but once the valve of desire is opened, it is difficult to close. No matter what he sees, he will think of it after being burned by fire. Whenever he looks at his girlfriend, he can't restrain his fantasy The way she burned, he thought, would be beautiful.

That is a good girl, he is willing to try to be a normal person for her, open a restaurant, make money, get engaged, everything seems to be going in the right direction, he is about to have a family, and he also agreed to go back to the psychiatrist for a good talk talk.

However, the life that has just recovered is like a tower made of sand, destroyed by the rush of the sea, like a dream, when he wakes up he still has nothing, everything will leave him, only the flame, only when he Light the flame to feel that you have something.

In order to make a living, he applied for a job as a security guard. The salary was not high but it could support his daily life of drinking. Then one day, he saw a noisy family in the parking lot, and the man clamored to fire him. As if seeing a family that ruined his dream, the man twisted his face like this, growling to make him pay the price.

He felt anger, extreme anger, but at the same time felt despair, and even an inexplicable longing for death.

He went back and got very drunk, and when he woke up, his phone was on, showing a new email from nowhere.

——I know your troubles, do you want to talk?

Out of nowhere, he replied to the email.

……

Hotch tried his best to stay awake, trying to see something from the drunken stupor. The murderer was chatting with the other side of the email. From the perfunctory at the beginning to the excitement later, he became more and more sober and angry.

Then, he saw the person's name.

"M...Mo..." Hotch took a deep breath, shaking off the suffocating lethargy, and repeated the name of the person who sent the email.

"Professor Moriaty."