Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Professor Moriaty, the name Hotch had heard before, from an Interpol friend, when they were investigating a transnational smuggling case, he knew the existence of this person for the first time.

In that case, Moriaty planned the entire case for their killer, just like Hotch is doing in this case now, taking care of all the planning from the early investigation to the later escape, a series of subtle and seamless techniques, and will himself Standing out, even if the killer is caught, Moriaty will not be brought to justice.

The difference is that in this case now, Moriaty's performance seems to be out of standard. Although it is disrespectful to the victims, the criminal plan provided by Moriaty to the murderer can be said to be almost crude. The speed with which BAU finds the murderer shows how flawed this case is.

This is not like Moriaty's usual style. Hotch recalled the smuggling case that once made the whole group rack their brains and couldn't do anything. Compared with this one, he felt that he had encountered a fake Moriaty.

Hotch can see that Moriaty and the murderer have very close text messages. He is like a spider who is good at weaving webs, sitting on the throne and watching the murderer unknowingly fall into the trap that has been dug, step by step At first, the small resentment was magnified, and the killing intent that was not there at the beginning was ignited, like a flame, clamoring to burn everything.

At the same time, the murderer trusted him more and more, depended on him more and more, and obeyed him with confidence.

Although the murderer didn't notice it, Hotch could sense Moriaty's slight impatience and impatience between the lines. He concealed these small emotions so shrewdly that most people would not notice it at all.

The case progressed step by step. The first family, the second family, and one family died in the raging fire. The murderer knew that there were survivors, but under Moriaty's persuasion, he gave up the idea of ​​​​killing the mouth and turned his target to the next one. a family.

It doesn't matter, as Professor Moriaty said, there is no flaw in his plan, a kid who doesn't know anything can't expose him, and if he rushes to silence him in a moment, it will be in the hands of the police.

Be calm, as long as you hold your breath, the police will never catch him.

With such confidence, he committed several more cases one after another. It was not until one day when he saw the news on TV that he realized that his case had attracted the attention of the FBI. The profile released by the BAU team and his experience Almost the same, he panicked and tried to ask his mentor for help.

Moriaty did not live up to his expectations, and planned a perfect escape plan for him-leave a suicide note, Moriaty will arrange a corpse for him to let him escape by feigning death, and then he will have a new identity and a new life in Europe start.

Moriaty had promised so, but he broke the contract.

There was no agreed corpse, nor agreed new identity, what was waiting for him at the agreed place was the quick and effective attack of the thugs, and he passed out in a coma.

he died.

He was disguised as hanged to death.

Flawless camouflage.

Except that the bodyguard deliberately put his mobile phone in the jacket pocket of the corpse, as if deliberately reminding him of something.

As far as Hotch could see, that was the end.

As if waking up from a long-term nightmare, with a splitting headache and cold sweat all over his body, his breathing changed uncontrollably, and he was gasping for air, trying to pour oxygen into his extremely hypoxic lungs, which could taste the smell of blood go.

Wu Cong supported his crumbling body in time: "Relax, take a deep breath."

He put his hands on the back of Hotch's heart, and slowly sorted out the yin and yang disordered aura of the other party due to the possession of yin spirits, secretly annoyed that he forgot to bring a few sugar balls to go out - no one would eat cinnabar without his side, and he hadn't had it for a long time I took it.

His aura can't lose too much, and the yin energy of the old rice dumpling is not lighter than that of a ghost. The imbalance of yin and yang can only be controlled and adjusted, and it is the limit.

Reid and Triton have left first, Europe is Triton's home field, and Moriaty, as a well-known criminal in the dark world, is naturally within his information range, so he took the initiative to leave early to contact his subordinates in Europe to see Is there any clue.

Anyway, it seems that they are useless to stay here, and they have to be super-large special flashing and brightening light bulbs, to endure the low pressure on Wu Cong, and they can't just hug and kiss their own humans.

The last sentence is the point.

What a scheming old salted fish.

But thanks to the good fortune of the pair gone, Hotch, who has not been possessed by Yin spirits for a long time, can't stand up this time because his legs are weak and he has no pills to supply, can accept the princess hug from Wu Cong with a sullen face.

Wu Cong looks slender, but when he gets close, he will find that his muscles are tight and powerful. It is not exaggerated but contains enough strength. Even the prototype cinnabar can be easily hugged, let alone Hotch, a human being.

The cinnabar that has been turned into a prototype is several heads taller than Hotch, so one can imagine how amazing the little girl's weight is.

Hotch tried his best to tighten his face and hoped that the night would be dark enough not to reveal his embarrassment. This was the first time in his life that he was held like this. The feeling of blushing and heartbeat in those love novel soap operas was completely absent, and he couldn't understand why there was. That kind of shyness only feels extremely insecure, and there is an illusion that you will fall at any time.

——Believe me, a very important reason for this illusion is that Wu Cong and Hotch are too similar in body shape, two big men who stand up straight and are about the same height, no matter how they do it, they can't do it in TV dramas. The feeling of being a little bird.

"Don't move." Wu Cong adjusted the position of his hands to support Hotch's knees. Hotch's head was very close to him, and he could feel the closeness of each other's breathing when he moved. something happened.

Hotch coughed twice, shivered with gratitude at the touch of Wu Cong's hand moving on his body, thought for a while and suggested, "Why don't you help me walk?"

"And then walked to dawn?" Wu Cong glanced at him, and based on Hotch's weak-legged pace just now, the speed of supporting him was less than one-tenth of that of walking with him. This time he chose The place is remote, and most of the distance is walking if you can't drive in. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is dawn.

Hotch silently recalled his pace just now, and silently cast his gaze forward.

Just think that you are in a car, and you can move by yourself without moving your legs.

Wu Cong also noticed his embarrassment, after thinking about it, he still swallowed the proposal of "how about we take a shortcut to go back", inexplicably, he liked the feeling of touching and hugging each other very much.

I believe that if Hotch is holding Wu Cong instead, he will also like this feeling very much.

It can also be said that although the relationship between these two has reached the point of mutual admiration, they are obviously not ready to fall in love with a man who is as strong as themselves. They both subconsciously regard themselves as the stronger party , Naturally, some twitches are unavoidable when getting along, but there is no other way to do this, we can only get in slowly, in order to finally reach a level that makes each other feel comfortable.

Hotch tried his best to ignore this discomfort, gathered his thoughts and began to discuss the clues he had just obtained.

that phone.

Only by prying into the memory of the ghost can we know that the mobile phone was not placed randomly but was placed there deliberately and waited to be discovered by others.

And the date of birth that had been deliberately changed seemed to be sure that someone would make a fuss about it.

It's strange.

Everything is arranged as if someone is testing something behind the scenes. The test object is the BAU team. The content of the test is unknown, but it can be guessed that it is related to those phenomena that are difficult to explain scientifically.

Even so, for the sake of the truth, Hotch can only step on the man's design and go down to retrieve the mobile phone that was placed in the evidence room to see what the mystery is.

Compared with his worries, Wu Cong is much calmer. This is a kind of calmness that stems from his confidence in his own strength. It's really nothing to be afraid of.

"Then go and check that phone." He said, "Although it won't be of much help in solving the case, I'm quite confident in fighting it." It's not that even a few mortals can't handle it.

His tone is very natural, not in the tone of talking about love. In fact, he is not very good at talking about love. For him, since they are together, it is a relationship of solidarity until death. Let the other party go It is natural to do what you want to do.

But suddenly, after hearing what he said, an urge to hug him and kiss him would arise spontaneously.

There was no one around, the moon was dark and the wind was high, Hotch obeyed his impulse honestly, embraced Wu Cong and exchanged a lingering kiss.

the third time.Wu Cong counted in his heart the number of times he was directly embraced and kissed by Hotch, thanks to the open character of foreigners and the restraint of Wu Cong's instinct, so far this number is still overwhelming, but this does not affect Wu Cong's succession Deepen the kiss, entangle, lick, bite and turn the guest.

the second time. Hotch counted the number of times he was kissed out of breath in his heart. Thanks to the talent of Lao Zongzi who does not need to breathe, so far he has no chance of making a comeback, but this does not stop him from trying and enjoying the beauty of the whole kiss process.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Wu Cong licked the corners of his lips. He didn't mind continuing, but considering the enthusiasm just now, if he continued, it would be too much to control.

Looking around, he was sure that he didn't want to have a show...so what.

Hotch didn't have such a scary scale yet, he blinked and changed the subject decisively.

Wu Cong's pace was fast, and it took less than half an hour to walk back to the parking place while chatting. The exhausted Hotch fell asleep in the car.

Early the next morning, Hotch retrieved the cell phone from the evidence room. The forensic personnel had checked it inside and out, but found no clues. All Moriaty-related emails were deleted. Like it never existed.

But on the premise of knowing that Moriaty does exist and knowing the sending mailbox, Hotch still found a leftover file fragment. After recovery, the general content is as follows——

Dear Mr. AaronHotchner, and Mr. CongWu, I hereby sincerely invite you to visit me in the UK. Please believe that I have no malicious intentions, and I will definitely make your trip worthwhile. It is really helpless to communicate in this way. Please forgive me.

Loyal, loving, Jim Moriaty.

Yes, this is an invitation letter, an invitation letter from that Professor Moriaty.