Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

More than 20 years ago, there was a girl who was born in England and lived in rainy and foggy London. Her father was a doctor, smart and handsome, and her mother was a full-time wife and the best mother in the world. She and her younger siblings all inherited Thanks to the good looks and intelligence of his parents, he has excellent grades, is versatile, and lives a happy and fulfilling life.

She loves to travel. After graduating from university, she chose the United States as the starting point of her journey. She saw many scenery and met many people she had never seen before. stop.

One day, she drove away from the small town where she stayed for the next destination. She saw a poor pale woman on the side of the road begging if she could take her for a ride. That woman looked beautiful, weak and harmless. No one would refuse. her plea for help.

Then, when the car pulled onto a little-traveled road, everything changed.

She watched as a bloody, dog-like creature with terrifying ginger eyes emerged from the woman's chest. She ran out of the car in fear, and eventually lost her life in the wilderness.

At first, it penetrated from the heart. The monster was so powerful that it tore a hole in her chest, and then twisted its limbs and got into her body bit by bit through the hole.

She struggled desperately, but she couldn't stop the monster. The severe pain spread under her skin. She lowered her head and saw the blood rushing under her skin, as if a sharp knife was swimming between her skin and flesh, cutting her skin and The flesh is separated, starting from the heart and gradually spreading throughout the body.

it hurts……

Every cell was screaming and screaming, and every heartbeat became a terrible torture. Her mind was blurred, and her survival instinct still made her struggle unwillingly. She bit her skin and beat her body in an attempt to kill the monster. Expelled from the body.

Useless……

Useless……

She collapsed and despaired, screaming and crying helplessly, but desperately regrouped in the next second. Her mother said that she was an unyielding warrior, and she did fight until the last moment. The flames of battle burned her soul , so that even if she dies, she will still remain in this world, and she will not be willing to die like this.

However, when the monster walked away in her own skin, she still had a breath, trapped by her body, she could only watch him leave. When her breathing stopped, her soul was free, and there were only rotten flesh and a lonely soul left in the wilderness. wild ghost.

Hate...

In the daytime, the sun was burning like a fire, and at night, the moonlight was like a fountain of ice, and she watched her corpse become a delicious meal for coyotes and crows, and a breeding ground for flies and beetles.

I really hate...

The ghost couldn't shed tears, so the tears burned into hatred and burned away the only rationality. There was nothing but revenge in the soul. Her body was found by the residents of the town, and the bones destroyed by animals could not describe her. As for her face, her DNA record could not be found in the database in the United States. She became one of the many anonymous people who were buried in the cemetery and may never have the chance to see the sun again in this life.

Resentment and unwillingness nourished her to become stronger quickly, and she had a mysterious connection with many things in the dark, those documents recording her death, those fine remains scattered in the crows and mice's nests, she can freely shuttle among them.

Only that piece of skin, the piece of skin that was taken away by the monster, whenever she felt that she was getting close, she would be repelled by inexplicable fear, and missed again and again.

her skin...

her skin...

my skin...

Hotch murmured and repeated the sound in his soul unconsciously, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, every inch of his skin was burning with terrible pain, the coldness spread from the deepest part of his bone marrow, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he was almost crushed The tide of darkness drowned.

The only thing that supported him was the warmth from the palm, subtle but not negligible, like a trickle nourishing his soul, which kept him from completely breaking down.

He slumped back on the chair weakly, his eyes closed, and the sweat condensed on his eyelashes, and his ears were buzzing and noisy.

And Wu Cong was standing opposite him, looking down at his struggling appearance, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his eyes were extremely pitiful but also extremely indifferent, as if empathizing with his heartache, but also as if he was standing outside and watching with cold eyes .

From the first time I met Wu Cong, I knew what kind of person my tenant was. Several marriages were destined to be destined to have nothing to do with each other, and they could not end well.

For Wu Cong, this is a very fresh character design - when he was alive, he was born in a wealthy family, and all he saw was intrigue and strife, and he was hidden in the mountains with few people. The idea passed down from the ancestors and the blood of the Wuxian Kingdom, the death is not really dead, and there is still a trace of yang, and I listened to the changes in the world outside the tomb for thousands of years in a half-dream and half-awake, until the tomb was broken into The yang energy in the thief's body was completely awakened. It was the time of war, and the tomb was looted. Even the pearls in the clothes on the corpse were taken away. He just woke up from the dead body, his limbs were stiff, and he was lying in the coffin. The ground could not be moved for decades, and the blood flowed into rivers on a layer of soil, and the mourning people did not stop for a moment.

That's right, it is the decades of blood and tears in modern times.

He knows which is the enemy and which is the friend, so although he can't move, the land is haunted from time to time, and there are often enemy soldiers who come here or disappear for no reason, or contract some strange diseases.

When he finally worked hard enough to move freely and hugged Dansha, who had only one head left, and crawled out of the tomb along the robber's hole, he was greeted by the beaming big round face of the head of the relevant state department, and then I was stuffed into a collective dormitory full of old people (not), and slowly integrated into this ever-changing society.

Well, it’s far away, back to this matter, Wu Cong is too clear about how complicated human beings are, so he is more interested in Hotch, this man has passed the age when he can overcome all obstacles with his blood , but he has not yet matured enough for Qian Fan to be calm and open-minded. He has to deal with the bureaucratic bosses who are full of greed, and he has to fight wits and courage with the horrible and perverted criminals. He has just divorced and lost the safe haven of his family.

Life is hard, and he chooses to walk a road full of thorns. He will struggle, suffer, and question his choice, but he is also tough and strong enough to move forward with his back straightened and suffering.

So how far can he go?Wu Cong couldn't help being curious.

He let Hotch live in his apartment, gave him just the right care, and indulged Dansha to get close to him, just like meeting a beautiful, mighty and injured beast and seeing Lie Xinxi, so he took care of it carefully and fed it carefully. It is placed in a wider mountain forest, and we are full of expectations to see its brave and invincible appearance.

——This is an experiment purely out of interest. The object is human beings who are worthy of his endless time and effort. He is patient and gentle step by step, creating a stable environment, adding little by little according to the situation Variable, he showed Hotch a different side of the world, a deeper darkness juxtaposed with a warmer light, and then watched the human reaction with delight.

Where can it go?How far can it last?

Whether it's ten years or a hundred years, what Wu Cong needs most is time.

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Hotch was very exhausted, his strength was consumed rapidly in the extreme mental torture, the spirit and the body were separated into two parts, the soul overlapped with the victim, and was almost swallowed by the endless despair and pain, the body was independent of it, He was alerted over and over again that he was about to reach the limit.

He tried to perceive the position of the human skin from the perspective of a ghost. The feeling was indescribable. A certain part of the body was separated, but he clearly knew its existence. However, every time he was about to approach, the inexplicable fear defeated everything.

He tried again and again, and Li Gui was even more motivated than him. He seemed to realize the existence of Hotch, who was not considered a helper. Hotch felt the pain of Li Gui, and Li Gui could also feel the warmth from Hotch. After a long time, the warmth I felt for the first time was subtle but powerful.

The reason covered by resentment returned to the cage a little bit, the warm trickle reminded her of home, it was a house with a small garden, there was an old swing on the lawn, it was made by my father, the weather was fine Sometimes the family would sit on the lawn and drink afternoon tea, the sunshine brought warmth, and it seemed that they could still hear songs and laughter when they closed their eyes. The younger siblings were arguing over a piece of cake, and parents leaned together to reminisce about their youth, milk and black tea, Cakes and muffins, together with a little special strawberry jam, together form a precious memory that is treasured in the deepest part of the soul.

Home is the source of eternal courage. If you are not willing to give up or fail like this, it is natural to feel fear, but this time, try to overcome fear.

It doesn't matter even if it will be wiped out because of this, there is a human being who already knows where she came from and where she was buried, so one day, her family will come to take her home.

She believed so.

Fear becomes numb when it becomes a habit, just like people who work at heights all year round will not be afraid of heights, and they try desperately to break through the last barrier. In a trance, she saw the monster wearing her own skin walking in the alley. The few scars she had bitten open had been well-groomed, her brows and eyes were bright and her expression was charming, and for a moment she didn't dare to admit that this was her own appearance.

Be thankful that she is still a bit sane now, just standing aside and watching instead of rushing forward like a madman to grab her skin back. The monster is too powerful, and it will only be a mantis' arm and a cart hitting a rock with a rash.

"My..." Hotch heard Li Gui's voice for the first time, and it was different from what he imagined, the voice was dry and hoarse, like metal rubbing, "My..."

Li Gui whispered, "You go and bring someone here...I will help you...take my skin..."

What she was counting on was not Hotch, who looked like an ordinary human being, but the man next to Hotch who was so strong that she was frightened.

"give me back……"

"Okay." Hotch promised that he would find a way to return the skin that belonged to her so that she could leave this world with peace of mind.

As a result, the verbal contract was established, and Hotch's eyes went dark, as if he had fallen from a high altitude and smashed back into his body heavily.