Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Let's not mention Hotch's side for now, let's take a look at Wu Cong's situation.

He reacted the moment Wu Cong and Hotch were separated, but only had time to cover Hotch with a defensive spell, and landed in front of a gate in the blink of an eye.

The lantern outside the carved gate dangled slowly, and the word "Chong Er" on the plaque was strong and powerful, but with a bit of romantic and elegant air, Wu Cong stood still and waited, and the gate opened.

"A guest is coming!" The yellow-clothed girl who greeted her out the door had a melodious voice, her hair was adorned with pearls and hairpins, and her sash was fluttering.

"It's late at night and the road is long, can you take a nap here for a while?" Wu Cong smiled lightly and bowed slightly, "Please inform the owner of this place, both of you."

"Where is it so troublesome." The girl giggled, "My master is the most generous, guests are welcome to come in." She stretched out her hand and tugged on Wu Cong's sleeve, "I will be waiting for you with delicious food and wine."

Wu Cong obediently followed the girl into the gate, when he stepped through the gate, he looked back, the night behind him was thick and black mist filled the air.

"Where did the guests come from?" asked the girl on the left, "It looks like they have traveled a lot."

"It's not something worth mentioning." Wu Cong said with a smile, "You two don't seem to be from here either by the accent?"

"Of course not." The girl on the right replied, "We are...we are..." She frowned as she spoke, "Huh? Why can't I remember?"

"Perhaps it's because the girl was young when she left home." Wu Cong comforted, then asked about the master they were talking about, and walked outside the Chuihua Gate after chatting.

Vines carved out of emeralds covered the arch, and strings of hanging gem wisterias were used as door curtains. Two women in purple clothes greeted them with a smile, "It's hard work for the guests to come from afar."

Pass through the gate of hanging flowers, step on the path of sapphire, the vermilion bridge has nine twists and turns, and the small pavilion in the middle of the lake has wine and food. The young man sits at the table and toasts to him: "It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar. .”

Wu Cong sat down happily, and said to Yin: "I am very grateful for the hospitality."

The wine is good wine, the aged pear blossoms are white, the people are beauties, the water sleeves in the middle of the lake are light and the body is graceful, and the beauty is incomparable.

The young man didn't mention his name, and he was quite familiar with Danqing's affairs during the conversation, so it was a pleasant chat. After drinking for three rounds, Wu Cong covered his face and pretended to be drunk, and was sent to the room by several maidservants.

The room was very clean, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of sandalwood. He lay on the bed and let the maidservants take off his shoes, socks and coat for him, covered him with a quilt, and breathed steadily as if he was asleep.

The maids quietly left the room, closed the door, and left two guards at the door.

Wu Cong quietly closed his eyes, everything seemed to have stopped, quietly waiting for something to break the calm.

While it was peaceful here, it was not so calm outside the fantasy world. After Mycroft received the news that his identity card was being used, he immediately guessed that his restless brother Sherlock had started to be a demon again.

It's not incomprehensible when you think about it, Mycroft is busy with this supernatural event that is not suitable for his younger brother, and for the safe return of his loyal and lovely subordinate Moran, Moriaty has not planned any small troubles to add trouble to Sherlock for a long time , especially after being trapped in a hallucination for many days and still unable to law, and having to give up most of his life force to get out like those victims, consulting criminals who have not yet been able to get out of bed and walk have no time to add color to the daily life of consulting detectives.

The loss of these two principal informants, and the fact that the ordinary cases in the city were out of the reach of the consulting detectives, naturally left the clever mind frantically idle, constantly trying to find something to dispatch the desperate boring.

Now that Sherlock had already run in, Mycroft didn't think he was capable of dragging him out, so he could only sigh, worrying and choosing to believe.

Just like he always did.

Sherlock's cohabitant, former military doctor John Watson thought he must be crazy to follow Sherlock into this wilderness in the middle of the night, running around like headless chickens, God, they even broke into a police pull just now The cordon out used Mycroft's credentials that the consulting detective had stolen from somewhere.

But this is not the first time.

"Hey! Sherlock! Slow down!" John was running out of breath. They had been going around like this for nearly an hour, but nothing happened. "What are you looking for?"

"The entrance!" Sherlock said, "the entrance should be here! My reasoning can't be wrong!" He said as he dragged John forward, "You have to trust me John, you know your poor little brain -"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt that his hands were empty, and when he turned his head, there was no one behind him.

"John?! John?!"

Good military doctor John stood in front of the gate with a dazed expression on his face.

"Sherlock?"

Wu Cong was still lying there quietly, breathing steadily and turning over from time to time, looking completely asleep, silently counting the time in his heart.

Five minutes later, he felt a slight movement in the room, like the rustling of cloth falling on the ground, and then the quilt covering him was gently lifted, and a soft and smooth body slipped in from the foot of the bed .

The sweet and warm fragrance is tangy, the skin of the tentacles is smooth, and it crawls into Wu Cong's arms like a snake, drawing circles on Wu Cong's chest with a soft voice.

Wu Cong opened his eyes, facing a pair of watery eyes, the woman lying on top of him was extremely beautiful and gorgeous, her bright red lips were frivolous but not kitsch, and her light-white fingers painted with Danko Wu Cong's chest and cheeks were flushed.

She didn't speak, and she was already a very attractive stunner just by her body, her body was white under the quilt, and a layer of pink tulle had no superfluous effect except to refuse and welcome.

Wu Cong looked at her calmly, then turned his head and looked around the room. There was a blank picture scroll hanging on the wall. He remembered that it originally painted a lady admiring flowers. Only her back was drawn on the picture, but it still seemed So graceful.

The one lying on his body is probably the beauty in the painting.

Wu Cong moved his fingers and pinched a spell, and the woman on him who was still determined to ignite everywhere turned into a stream of light and returned to the scroll, still facing away from everyone, graceful and charming.

Standing up and sitting up, Wu Cong straightened his clothes and buttoned the coat that was about to be torn off. While observing the furnishings in the room, he recalled exactly what he had drawn back then.

There are not many things in the room. There is a small round table and a few chairs. There is a mirror at the height of a person in the corner. There is a wardrobe next to it. Then there is a bed and a low table. The windows are tightly closed. Candles were brightly lit.

It doesn't look any different.

Wu Cong finally set his sights on the brass mirror with a height of one person. I don’t know how long it has been since it was polished. Only a rough figure can be seen on it. The pattern on the outer frame is very unique. Wu Cong walked in. Some look at those lines.

Only a phantom was reflected in the mirror, Wu Cong stepped back slightly to stare at his own figure in the mirror, and suddenly put his hands on his shoulders.

What he touched was not the fabric of the clothes, but the cold and delicate skin.

Someone was sticking to his back, rubbing his soft chest against his back, stroking his body with slender hands, leaning against his ear and exhaling like blue, softly moaning continuously.

Wu Cong looked in the mirror, his figure was replaced by a slim figure, he couldn't see his face and figure clearly, but he could vaguely feel that it must be an extremely beautiful beauty.

The beauty in the painting, the beauty in the mirror, looking around the room, the candles and fireworks on the table seem to be flickering, a pair of bright eyes are slightly opened in the closet, and the disheveled woman on the bed covers her body with a quilt, smiling warmly Wan.

Even under the bed and between the curtains, there were a few more shadowy human figures.

They have slender figures and affectionate eyebrows and eyes. At first glance, they each have their own charms, but they are strikingly similar in detail.

Similar to one person.

The faint scent in the air became apparent.

It's not the smell of sandalwood, but a sweeter, hotter breath, like a lover's embrace, which makes people reluctant to let go.

There was that warm, ambiguous panting sound in the room, and everything carried an indescribable erotic meaning, as if the ten feet of soft red was like a dream, which made people unable to move away.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the wind outside the door blew away the aroma in the house. In an instant, time and space were reversed and returned to the beginning. The aroma of sandalwood, the pictures of beauties, and the candlelight swaying on the soft pillow on the high bed, nothing unusual.

The maidservant in Caiyi helped a man with dazed eyes come in and put him on the bed, turned around and went out. The next second the door closed, the bedding on the bed turned into a beauty, wrapping around his body like a snake.

The fragrance was strong, and the man lost his mind. In the mirror, in the painting, between the curtains, and in the fireworks, similar and identical beauties came out one after another, entangled with him endlessly.

Strangely, they all ignored Wu Cong's existence.

The new "guest" covered the breath of the old "guest", just like covering the old paint with new paint, and Wu Cong no longer existed in their eyes.

The new guest was not easy to get along with, his eyes quickly turned from bewildered to sober, he jumped up from the bed, and pushed away the woman who was entangled with him mercilessly, his eyes were sharp and clear .

He saw Wu Cong.

Those eyes looked at Wu Cong from top to bottom like X-rays.

"Where is this?" he asked. "Who are you? From Mycroft?"

His attitude was not very good, but Wu Cong didn't see any vigilance in those eyes.

When he looked at Wu Cong, Wu Cong was also looking at him.

They are both judging the other's danger and credibility.

"Wu Cong." Wu Cong introduced himself after a while, "Your brother entrusted me and my... supervisor to deal with this illusion."

"Sherlock." The man said, "Of course you were found by that fat man, and your... supervisor? Lover? Interesting relationship, he is also here, and he is willing to come with you just after the relationship is established. The place is really not easy, is he a policeman?" He shook his head while talking, "No, it's not a policeman, it's not the same as a policeman."

"You are from America."

"He's an FbI."

He repeated with some pride: "He's an FBI agent."

"Obvious."

"So?" Wu Cong raised his eyebrows, turned his head and continued to study the spells in this room.

He can be sure that this is not his painting.

But here are his paintings too.

At this time, Hotch was staring at the ex-military doctor who was pushed into the room, and the beauty covered in tulle in the bathtub added a bit of embarrassment.