Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Hotch didn't know how long he had been in a coma, maybe it was a day, maybe it was several days, when he woke up he was so weak that he couldn't even move his fingers.

The sun shines in through the curtains, which is a rare good weather in winter. The snow has not yet melted, and the silver is covered with sunlight, making it even brighter.

The room was very warm, and the quilt was very warm. He stared blankly at the dragons and phoenixes carved on the ceiling. It took him a long time to realize where he was, and recalled what happened before he passed out.

Then it was the sense of smell that slowly recovered. He could smell the food, but he couldn't tell what it was. It was so fragrant that people subconsciously began to salivate, and his stomach kept making noises.

"Drink a little." Wu Cong carefully helped Hotch up, holding a small bowl of water in his hand, a small bowl of clear water, without any impurities, and he couldn't even feel the flow of water in his mouth, as if The entrance transpired and turned into gas flowing into the body, nourishing the dry limbs and bones.

Hotch clearly felt the recovery of his body, and his weakness receded quickly. He tried to clench his fist. Although he still didn't have much strength, it was better than the situation where he was struggling to even blink.

"How is it?" Wu Cong asked, his eyes were full of concern that couldn't be hidden.

"Much better." Hotch replied, his voice hoarse, and he couldn't help frowning and coughing twice, "Where's there?"

"Triton transferred the BAU away from there." Wu Cong replied, "It's better for them not to interfere in this matter. The danger is too great. It is difficult for us to guarantee their safety if they get involved rashly."

Hotch nodded, and asked about the ins and outs of the case.

In the final analysis, the root of the disaster is Song Yu's troublesome Zhaoshijing. The murderer stole the Zhaoshijing and the case started to happen. The victims were disposed of and buried one by one according to the most traditional method, hoping that they could transform from human to human as in the legend. Gods, and the murderer compares himself to Pharaoh, son of the sun god, who presides over the incarnations of these gods.

"How is this possible?" Hotch was surprised by the murderer's whimsy coming from nowhere. "They're just corpses."

"Theoretically, it is possible." Wu Cong took out a pen and paper and drew a simple magic circle to demonstrate. When Hotch was in a coma, he didn't just cook. He was also studying those carved in the victim's tomb. Symbols, although the spell system is different, but the spells in the world are familiar to all, not to mention that the underworld is rarely willing to give him some connections so that he can get a lot of spell books of the ancient Egyptian gods-it is good that the country was destroyed, but trust Thanks to the various ancient Egyptian-related movies that have been popular recently, those ancient Egyptian gods are still alive and well.

Wu Cong was very good at these things. He took the information at hand and studied it on the spot for a few days, and he deduced the operation method of the magic circle. It is not a very complicated thing, but it has evolved completely differently because of the different gods. The form, the final effect is almost equivalent to the three-way nesting of the Yin-gathering array catalytic array plus the special nature of the spirit beast recognition master array, Wu Cong can also create it himself.

"However, there is a fatal shortcoming in this." Wu Cong pointed at the position of the dotted eyes and said, "In this way, the people in the formation will only recognize the dead as the main ones."

Just like its original purpose, this kind of formation is generally used in tombs. The owner of the tomb is the natural owner, and the people who are buried will naturally submit to him, serving him as wholeheartedly as they did in life. he.

For example, Wu Cong lives downstairs, an old ghost who has been floating in the world for thousands of years. He drives a barbecue stall, and none of the guys who run around the store are alive. They are all from his tomb. The subordinates brought out from here are only open after twelve o'clock at night.

The taste is quite good, Taotie often takes his president to patronize his business.

Now that there is no owner of the tomb, it is done so hastily, and all the zombies that are produced are ownerless. The person who made them can't make them recognize the owner, and the person who buried them must be a higher status than them. They have long since had more powerful dead people - or the same type of Yin-type monsters, to control these human beings.

Hotch frowned, with a serious expression on his face. Now the question they are facing is, does the murderer know about this? A murderer who can master that kind of high-level and difficult ancient Egyptian curse, Hotch doesn't think the other party will not know such a fatal flaw, But the other party still did this, which means that he must have a way to overcome it.

For example, suicide.

As long as he transforms himself into a zombie, the humans will automatically recognize him as the master.

"If he commits suicide, who will bury him?" Wu Cong narrowed his eyes, exposing the dead body to the wilderness is not a good choice, it will be faster than turning into a zombie and getting dizzy in the sun.

Hotch and Wu Cong looked at each other, and said in unison: "He has helpers."

A helper capable of burying a murderer after his death.

Next, it is enough to follow this line to visit those special shops. The ancient Egyptians attached great importance to the afterlife, so they built tombs with great momentum. Many materials are only sold in certain specific shops. The hereditary store owners are more savvy than each other. They know who they can't mess with, especially those monks who come from the ancient east with young faces but may be older than their grandparents.

Wu Cong refused to go out when Hotch was not recovering, so Song Yu had to go out to find out the news. Before leaving, he didn't forget to search for a few more spells and simple array maps from him, and armed his own humans to the teeth.

Song Yu was worried about putting Zhao Changle here with Wu Cong. The situation was unclear at the moment, and he couldn't trust anyone. He couldn't be at ease without his own human beings by his side.

Zhao Changle honestly put on a lot of amulets, and the pile of amulets in his pocket were all extremely lethal. When needed, he just tore them open and threw them out. There is also a small piece of black tortoise shell sewn on it, and thanks to his good looks, he forcibly resisted this strangely colored body, and after a closer look, he actually accepted such a wonderful setting.

The two of Song Yu went out, Wu Cong simply changed the main activity place to the bedroom, moved an old stove from the storage room and lit it, put a small pot on it, and slowly used the chicken soup that he had cooked earlier To cook porridge, the rice was crushed and soaked in warm water the day before, and the chicken soup quickly became thick when it was rolled. It is said to be chicken soup, but it is not very greasy. There are only scattered oily flowers floating on it, and the seasoning is also very light , is suitable for taking good care of the body.

The porridge was cooking on the stove, and it was still early to see the time. Wu Cong took a book from the study and leaned against the bed to read. Hotch fell asleep at some point, and his energy was exhausted. After waking up for a short time Soon he was drowsy and couldn't open his eyes. Feeling the familiar atmosphere around him, Hotch subconsciously moved towards Wu Cong. Wu Cong patted him on the back lightly, with a gentle expression that he didn't know.

The little red snake wrapped around his hand dazedly, crawled off his hand and wrapped around Hotch's wrist, hooked its tail in Wu Cong's palm, and fell asleep peacefully again.

Wu Cong laughed dumbfoundedly, nodded Little Red Snake's head and muttered something in a low voice, and then started to read the book in his hand again.

He has not closed his eyes and rested for several days. He doesn't really need rest. Meditation can also restore energy when he is tired. Under the current situation, he can't relax for a second.

Triton on the BAU got some connections and swapped them with the BSU, asking them to investigate the ogre that the BSU hadn't caught, and the BSU was all transferred overseas. Their overseas team encountered some troubles and needed support.

Therefore, including William, who was still suffering from the sequelae of the amnesia spell, the whole group was packed and sent to the UK, and Dr. Hannibal had to stay to help BAU.

Triton felt that this case should keep his lovely human beings busy and peaceful, and the subordinates who received his death order would also protect Reid so that he would not commit suicide casually and take risks alone.

The case left by the BSU is very difficult, so no matter how worried the BAU is that they will be temporarily seconded by the CIA to send their supervisors to the Middle East, they can only temporarily hold back their temper and focus on the case in front of them.

When Hotch woke up again, it was already dark outside, and the porridge that Wu Cong was cooking was just ready to eat. In the thick porridge, you could see grains of finely ground rice, which had been boiled until it almost lost its soul. When you sip it, it turns into a ball. The sweetness in the essence of the rice is combined with the mellow and refreshing aroma of the chicken soup. Pussy with comfortable fur underneath.

Wu Cong spent the whole afternoon looking at materials related to ancient Egyptian spells. Unlike China, which has systematically passed on various sects supported by the state up to now, the religious system attached to the ancient Egyptian royal family also followed with the collapse of the ancient Egyptian dynasty. After the collapse, there are very few things that can be handed down. He searched for a long time before finding a few pieces of information related to the curse they encountered, and copied them down one by one for his own experiment.

He can't forcibly expel the curse every time. He will suffer a lot when encountering complicated situations. It's best to find a targeted countermeasure before that and make corresponding protective items.

After eating, Hotch leaned on the side of the bed and looked at the case information page by page, while Wu Cong spread a white wool carpet on the floor, and supported Zhang Xiaoji to kneel in front of the case and repeatedly draw various spells. A white candle flickered, and a thin wisp of blue smoke floated up.

There is no wind, but the fireworks are slanted.