Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Lifting up a corpse requires the stimulation of the yang energy of a living person, just like Wu Cong. If there was no yang energy leaked in by the tomb robber when he opened the coffin, I am afraid he would not be able to recover his sanity so quickly. Looking at the condition of the dug up corpses, Although the process of complete transformation has not yet been completed, which is the so-called "passing two full moons", it is difficult to determine the extent to which they have evolved without actually looking at Wu Cong.

If the corpse hasn't been recovered yet, a piece of paper spell can solve the problem.

While flipping through the information, he made a phone call to Mianji and asked him to send someone there in advance. Although it was almost the end of the year, most of the old guys had gone back to China, and a few had dug a hole to hibernate and stayed behind. Those who are active in the United States are juniors, and at least it can be done by setting up an enchantment to evacuate the crowd.

In previous years, there was not such a shortage of manpower, but this year, Wu Cong and Song Yu were there, so they felt relieved to go back to celebrate the New Year.

Wu Cong was on the phone and checked the weather conditions at the destination. If it was what he said, the sun was shining brightly at noon, and the heat could melt the asphalt on the ground. Okay, but the sky didn’t work out, and now the destination is at midnight, and it’s raining continuously, and the crescent moon is hidden by the clouds, and the rainwater flows into the sewer, bringing the negative emotions that radiate from all over the human body to nourish the filthy “qi” "Rampant in the city, and then spawned all kinds of diseases and nightmares.

At zero point, Yin Qi is overflowing, and monsters are rampant.

It was raining heavily at night, and the plane landed slowly at Baltimore Airport after circling for a long time. A group of people hurriedly covered their heads with their clothes and ran into the car. The hair on the shoulders is already soaked, and the cold wind blows away the scarce warmth brought by the air conditioner in the car when the door is opened.

"It's really cold today, and it's raining heavily. I didn't expect you to come here so soon, but the hotel has been booked. Are you sure you don't want to take a rest?" The police chief Mauf, who was in charge of the case, came to pick them up. The man chattered nervously, his fingers twitching on the steering wheel and kept clicking, "There are already too many troubles, not only in the past few days, but also recently. The world is really not peaceful."

He is anxious.Hotch, who was sitting in the co-pilot, could see through his emotions at a glance, but considering the frequent serial murders in Baltimore these days, it is understandable.

The number of people who can be said to be good at criminal psychology profiling in the United States does not exceed three digits, and even fewer people can go out to work. In total, there are only three teams in BAU, BSU next door, and the recent shift to be in charge of overseas departments. Rich experience, the last one is not counted. Under normal circumstances, BAU and BSU are scattered all over the country and are busy with various cases. It can be said that it is unprecedented that the frequent serial murders hit a city like this.

"I heard that another corpse just arrived." Sheriff Mauf began to talk about the current situation without asking, "How many corpses are there already? They are still so young and they are good boys. How could he have the heart to do this?" Terrible thing, Jack's hair is almost falling out." Jack refers to Jack Crawford, the director of BSU, who is in charge of the serial murder case that happened in Baltimore earlier, "But I'm not much better, this is my first time. Handling such a horrific case once, even my brain is... Are serial killers so cruel?"

"That's why we're here." Hotch stopped Reid's imminent tirade with his eyes, and the young rookie sheriff was anxious enough, "We'll catch the killer."

"Of course, I have attended your short-term refresher courses, and you are really amazing, but it's so late that you really don't go back to rest first, and the corpse won't run away." Mauf turned back to the beginning The problem.

"Send us to the forensic examiner first," Hotch said. "Some of the evidence may disappear quickly."

But before that, they sent Reid to the hotel first. Since there was a high possibility of a fight, it was not suitable for him to wear the little doctor's pendant that required special care for the physical fitness test.

Sheriff Mauf just sent Wu Cong and Hotch outside the mortuary. He originally wanted to accompany him in, but Wu Cong stopped him with a smile, and with a flicker in his eyes, he told him to obediently obey the order and return to the car to wait. up.

"Take care of him." Wu Cong said softly, the air fluctuated a little undetectably, and the imperceptible barrier extended to Sheriff Mauf's car.

Although these young juniors are still too shallow to cope with the big scene, they have solid basic skills, and the enchantment effect they made is also very good.

Passing through the enchantment is like passing through an invisible water curtain. For a moment, it is like being in a vacuum and unable to breathe. When the footsteps settle down, you can see the black air spreading in front of you. There is a strange smell in the air, unlike It's the smell of rotting corpses, but it's more like the smell of rotten fruits or plants. The strong smell makes people almost lose their nose for a moment, and can't smell any other smells.

"It's so hot." Hotch tugged at his neckline. The mortuary, which was supposed to be very air-conditioned, was strangely hot. He felt sweat start to seep out after standing there for a few seconds. Humid, more like being in a sauna or something, humid but hot.

"Follow me, be careful." As soon as Wu Cong smelled the smell in the air, he knew that he was late. The corpse that should be picked up should have already been picked up, and the movement was not small. Even if it is not human, it still has some strange abilities Role.

Raising his hand to add a few protective spells to Hotch, Wu Cong stepped forward cautiously. He is currently unable to determine how many corpses there are, and the preliminary judgment will not be less than two.

The hallway is eerily quiet, the pale light illuminates the pale walls, and the blue door is also illuminated by this light, making it look like white. There is black air in the air that makes people more and more tired as they walk, it's as if nothing really happened here.

Hotch touched the pendant on his neck, the small pendant was emitting a steady burst of coolness, which made him feel better.

The shadows became extremely obvious under the bright light, and Hotch looked down at the shadows that were about to join together.

For the environment that is too bright for ordinary people, both he and Wu Cong seem to be surrounded by a layer of black fog, and they can't see the front clearly. They must find the person who recovered the corpse as soon as possible and clean it up, otherwise it will be troublesome It's big.

Wu Cong stood in front of the first door, and exchanged glances with Hotch, "There are two living people." He whispered, Hotch nodded and leaned against the door, and drew out the dagger at his waist—compared to the normal bullet The gun, the reforged dagger is more lethal.

After confirming that Hotch was ready, Wu Cong hung his palm in the air in front of the door and pushed lightly. The door that should have been locked clicked twice, and a small crack opened silently. When the door opened, he slammed Dodge, "bang -" a gunshot, the bullet fired from the door passed the metal door frame and hit the wall, sparking a series of small sparks.

The talisman pen landed on the hand and swiped lightly, the spiritual energy scattered into the room like a thread, and quickly controlled the situation. At the same time, there was a muffled sound, and a large cloud of black energy gushed out.

Hotch's dagger sliced ​​through the black air, eliciting several extremely shrill hisses, and disappeared on the ground in the blink of an eye.

A few seconds later, Wu Cong confirmed that there was no problem for the time being, grabbed Hotch's sleeve and walked into the room first.

There were two people in the room, standing back to back in stiff postures, and Hotch recognized one of them immediately.

"Graham?" Hotch looked at the man with slightly curly hair and a bit of a beard. "WilliamGraham?"

"You are..." William stared at Hotch for a few seconds before realizing, "Hotch! Long time no see."

His suddenly lively tone caught the attention of another man next to him, "Why don't you introduce me, Will?"

This person's tone is soothing but persuasive, the kind of magnetic voice that easily wins the trust of others.

"This is Aaron Hotchner, Director of the BAU. I used to take classes with him at the FBI Academy." William said, "Hotch, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter, my current psychological evaluation doctor."

"Hello." Hotch shook hands with Hannibal, and introduced Wu Cong behind him, "Wu is very good at dealing with this kind of situation."

Wu Cong nodded, his eyes swept across the room, and he held the green bamboo talisman between his fingers, ready to go.

"Is this the case?" Hannibal asked. "We did encounter something not...normal just now."

They were originally here to inspect the newly delivered corpse, but when they entered, they found that something was wrong. The room was terribly stuffy, and there was a strange smell. After opening the door, the corpse that should have been on the dissecting table They were gone, and the forensic doctor was nowhere to be seen.

Immediately afterwards, the door was closed suddenly, and the knife on the tool table flew into the air and shot at them. If they hadn't reacted quickly, there should be only two corpses that were stabbed like hedgehogs.

"Have we encountered...a ghost?" William asked softly, the overly good imagination not only acted on empathy, but also made him inexplicably cold at this time, and he couldn't help shivering.

"It would be great if it was a ghost." Wu Cong opened the freezers where the corpses were stored one by one. "We're dealing with something much smarter than ghosts."

empty.

empty.

Still empty.

The freezer where the body should have been kept was empty.

Kicking up a scalpel from the ground and throwing it at William, Wu Cong drew a defensive and purifying spell on the door with a pen, "Hold the knife well, guns won't work against them."

The freezer is empty, which means that some of the corpses recovered have basically transformed into human beings, possessing a certain IQ, and they chose a more important thing than eating these two big living people - making companions .

The corpse poison on the human body can manipulate corpses. Count how many corpses there are in this mortuary, and you can imagine the mountain of corpses they will have to deal with later.

But this is not what Wu Cong is most worried about.

"Be careful!" Pulling William who was standing beside him, Wu Cong flicked the talisman brush through the air, making a crackling sound, the air twisted, a gray shadow rose from the ground, and let out a mournful roar Voice.

Wu Cong's face became serious.

He felt right on the plane just now. The golden masks on the heads of those corpses were all genuine ancient Egyptian priests' powerful curses.

As soon as the fingertips were turned, the bright light shone like the sun, and Wu Cong raised his voice: "Pay attention to your shadows!"

Before he finished speaking, Hannibal saw his own shadow shake violently, separated into a group of invisible shapes and rushed forward, suddenly covering the position of his shadow's head firmly.

Empathized, he couldn't breathe any air, his eyes were shrouded in black air, he couldn't see or hear anything.

The Wu Cong Fu pen picked up the "Qi" covering Hannibal's head, approached him and lowered his voice, "You'd better hold the knife in your clothes, otherwise it's hard for me to guarantee you can go out."

Hannibal's face remained unchanged, and he subconsciously clenched the scalpel in his pocket.

A scalpel that just produced a "lamb".