Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The whole BAU team was going to work overtime, Hotch called Haley and asked if she could pick up Jack, the trouble was that Haley's father fell from upstairs and broke his leg, and now Haley and her sister aren't even here Quantico, it will be after 12:30 pm at the earliest.

Wu Cong saw Hotch's brows frowning with embarrassment on his face, and he took the initiative to say: "Let Jack stay with me for one night, and pick him up tomorrow morning, so don't bother him so late."

"Will it cause you trouble?" Hotch hesitated.

"How troublesome the extra bed quilt can be." Wu Cong said with a smile, "Don't worry about it."

It seems that there is indeed no better solution at the moment, Hotch nodded after thinking about it, "Then I will trouble you."

"It's okay." Wu Cong said, paused and then said, "If you need anything...call me anytime."

He spoke vaguely, but Hotch immediately understood what he meant, "Yes." If he really encountered some supernatural event that could not be explained by science, he would have no one else to turn to for help except Wu Cong.

But Hotch doesn't believe his luck will be "good" to that extent.

After briefly explaining the situation to Jack, he left the apartment in a hurry.

And Wu Cong helped Hotch deal with the mess left by the party in Hotch's apartment. Carrying Jack's luggage, he thoughtfully helped Hotch close the lights and doors. Picture books, toys all over the place fully illustrate how crazy they are playing.

Bending down to pick up the toys on the ground and throwing them together, Wu Cong lifted the curtain of the "Secret Base"—to be honest, it was just a camping tent, which contained Dansha's favorite toys and picture books, "Who wants to eat fruit? Wu Cong asked, he didn't go in, but just asked outside the tent.

"I want to eat!" Dansha raised his hand, and seeing that Jack seemed a little embarrassed, he quickly raised his other hand, "Jack wants too!"

Jack smiled shyly, looking a little uneasy.

"Then let's see what we want to eat." Wu Cong clapped his hands to let the two little guys come out, leaned over and patted Jack on the head, "You Daddy didn't tell me what you like to eat, apples? Do you like apples? "

Jack tilted his head in thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Anyone who likes apples is a good boy." Wu Cong gently picked Jack up, "Let's go and see if there are any apples in the refrigerator."

Dansha tugged at the corner of his clothes, "I like apples too!"

"Well, Dansha is also a good child." Wu Cong picked her up too, with Jack in his left hand and Dansha in his right, and it didn't take much effort for him to hold one in each hand.

Dansha poked Jack's cheek with his hand, and smiled sweetly.

Jack tilted his head and laughed too.

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It was not a happy thing for anyone to be interrupted in the middle of the party, but when the BAU team saw the case, they could fully understand why the police detectives called at such a late hour.

From late last night to this evening, in less than a day, the Chicago police have found five male corpses in the back alleys of bars and on the streets of slums. Each of them was disemboweled and their hearts were missing. The woman has had a relationship, and the DNA left on her body is not recorded in the database, but it can be determined to be the same woman.

"Female serial killers are not common," Reid said. "The only serial killers are women, and the most common motives for killing can be attributed to hedonism and entitlement."

"Men kill for sex, and women kill for resources." Emily said, "However, how would she kill a strong man? The difference in physical strength is too great, isn't it?"

The case happened too intensively. The detailed autopsy report has not yet been released, and the specific cause of death of the victim is still unknown, but this kind of bloody and violent crime scene is not something that women can create.

"Maybe she's got a gun, maybe she's drugged, the killer's creativity is endless," Morgan said, "and let's be honest, a man after orgasm is a lot more vulnerable than you think."

"Thank you for teaching me how to murder men." Emily rolled her eyes. "Going to bed to kill people sounds disgusting."

"Make love and kill men and take their hearts, like a spider." Rossi frowned. "Seriously, five men a day? Unbelievable."

"The female spider will eat the male spider after mating to ensure sufficient nutrition to raise the offspring, and there is also a theory that this phenomenon of husband killing is to re-establish her absolute status." Reid said, "From this point of view Considering that maybe sex made her feel threatened, and killing would allow her to regain her sense of power."

"A killer who recognizes power?" Morgan shook his head. "They won't have the courage to kill people in the back alley of the bar. It won't give them enough sense of security."

"The victims have nothing to do with each other. Different social backgrounds, different classes, different races. I can't find anything in common except that they all live in Chicago." Garcia shouted on the other end of the phone line, and she kept knocking on the phone. Tapping the keyboard to search for possible clues, "I also found a small piece of monitoring that may be useful, and I have already sent it."

"Ok, let's take a look." JJ opened the video sent by Garcia.

The video was blurry, and it was night, so the picture quality was not very good, but I could see some things clearly.

This is the back alley of a bar, where their victim No. [-] was found.

"The victim is here." Reid pointed to the man who was walking into the surveillance. "He's not a guest at the bar."

The man came in from the outside of the alley. He stood at the back door of the bar and lit a cigarette as if he was waiting for someone. After a while, the person he was waiting for did not come out, and a man who looked a little drunk walking around swayed out. Woman, she is wearing a red dress with sequins, she is beautiful even through the blurry surveillance, the man reaches out and grabs her and says something, the woman makes a gesture of refusal, but she is too drunk , There is no way to push the man away.

The man looked left and right, and half dragged and half hugged the woman out of the monitoring range.

"The victim has a rape record, I'm not surprised he would do such a thing." JJ showed a disgusted expression, "But she doesn't look like she can kill." JJ pointed at the weak-looking Woman, "She can't stand still."

The two people disappeared from the surveillance.

Twenty minutes later, someone came out the back door.

"The bartender at the bar," Hotch said. "The body he found."

"He said he found the corpse by accident when he was out smoking." Rossi looked at the people in the surveillance and said, "This is not what it should look like when you come out to smoke."

No bartender who comes out to smoke will look around and sneak around. The first reaction when seeing a corpse is to cover his pants pocket.

—It was bulging and stuffed there.

"Looks like we're still talking to him," Hotch said, checking the time on the monitor. "Killing the victim, taking the heart, took no more than 10 minutes, and the killer probably had a medical background. "

"Surgeons, forensic doctors, medical students." JJ listed the possible targets, "I will see if there are any women who match the surveillance."

"And the people in the bar," Hotch said. "Has anyone seen her?"

"Five victims a day, it must be an orgy for a murderer." Rossi sighed.

"It's actually six people, sir." Garcia said, "Chicago police just found another body."

"Six a day." Morgan smiled wryly, "Crazy..."

The terrifying killing speed beyond imagination cast a shadow over everyone's heart.

When the plane was about to land, Hotch received a call from Wu Cong.

Picking up the phone, he asked, "How is Jack?"

"I had a good time with Dansha, and I'll take them to take a bath and sleep later." Wu Cong chuckled, "Would you like to chat with him?"

"No, I'm about to land here." Hotch said, he had already heard the driver's prompt, "I'll contact you later."

The premise is that he will not work overtime overnight today.

"Okay, work hard." Wu Cong shrugged, and emphasized that anyone who needs help can come to him.

When getting off the plane, Hotch received a photo from Wu Cong——

Little Jack lowered his head and seriously bit the rabbit-shaped apple in his hand. Dansha looked at him with a smile lying on the coffee table. There was a picture book in front of him. The background was the living room of Wu Cong's house. Layers of warm colors, people can't help but smile when they see it.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Hotch felt that it would be okay even if he had to work overtime all night today.

On the other hand, Dansha was clamoring to sleep with Jack, which was undoubtedly rejected by Wu Cong. This little girl still can't control her own power, and she often turns back to her original shape when she falls asleep. It's fine if you sleep with yourself, and the old zongzi will be entangled and broken a few ribs if he is strong and strong, but if little Jack...

He was really afraid that he would see a cinnabar that was sleeping drowsily and full of food and drink tomorrow morning.

"I will control it well..." Dansha did not give up, wanting to finally fight for the right to sleep with her cute little brother, "I promise..."

The little Jack, who couldn't understand the Chinese conversation between the two of them, looked at the situation with the toy in his arms, and stood decisively on the side of the reliable young lady.

Poorly begging for eyes X2

"Okay... I'll help you find a way..." Wu Cong rubbed his forehead, sent the two little guys to brush their teeth, and went to the storage room resignedly to see if there was anything that could keep Dansha in human form overnight.

There are quite a few people who turn people into animals, but he doesn't seem to have much reserve for keeping the human form.

headache...