Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

When Dansha came back to the house, Wu Cong was tossing a chicken. His old friend Song Yutuo, who lives in China, sent two live-killed old hens by mail from his fellow family members in the United States. A group of old men took advantage of the fire to steal dozens of chickens, and gave him two seals evenly. When Taotie came to his door in the future, he was not allowed to help him figure out who stole his chickens.

Wu Cong readily accepted it, the life in this poor country in a foreign country is really hard, ordinary chicken, duck and fish are okay, but occasionally he wants to eat something special but he can't buy it, but he can bear it. The male fish was almost greedy, and dreamed about roasting the male fish, but in desperation, he had to pinch two medicine dumplings for her to eat as sugar balls, so as not to make her cry so much.

"Add mushrooms, add mushrooms." Dansha drank the chicken porridge made from a whole chicken while holding a bowl as big as his face, not forgetting to remotely command how to cook the remaining chicken.

Compared with the large bowl in her hand, the bowl she brought to Hotch was really not enough. It was just a little bit that the little girl struggled for a long time to get out, and her heart ached beyond measure.

She has been hungry for hundreds of years, so she takes extra care of food.

"Okay, okay, add mushrooms." Wu Cong agreed with a smile, and quickly chopped the chicken into small pieces and soaked it in the water to rinse. If his friends who had seen this good-for-nothing look like a housewife would probably want it He was so pissed off, to be honest, even he himself didn't think that he would have a day when he was wearing an apron and singing while cooking, and he still had time to think about the sale in the supermarket.

However, it is not annoying.

Throw the chicken, wine, salt, and clear sauce together and stew until half-cooked. Stir-fry the mushrooms, drain the oil and cook with the chicken. Add some rock sugar when cooking. The flavors of the chicken and mushrooms blend together just right. The quality of the old hen fed by Lingmi is still as tender as that of young chickens, and several pieces have been stolen by Dansha before it is served.

Wu Cong took two symbolic bites and then stopped his chopsticks. He didn't care too much about his appetite, besides, he had other things to deal with right now.

The lantern brought out yesterday was lit again, and a thin wisp of white smoke came out from the burning candle, which floated out through the small hole above the paper cover.

"Why do you follow my tenant?" Wu Cong asked. This little ghost should be brought back by his tenant when he went to handle a case somewhere. The child is pure and uneducated. If he has obsessions, he will stay in the world more easily than ordinary people. , but most of them are little ghosts with little power. If it weren't for the special day yesterday, Hotch probably wouldn't have heard the little ghost calling him at all.

"I..." The kid tilted his head and thought for a long time before continuing, "I'm here to find you..."

He doesn't remember how long he's been dead, he remembers that it was a beautiful day, he went to a game with his friends, and then the fire started, the billowing smoke was choking, he didn't last long He passed out, and when he became conscious again, he was already a ghost.

A seven or eight-year-old child like him actually has only a very vague concept of death. Death is never to be seen again. When he sees his parents crying, he has no way to hug them and tell them that he is fine. It will pass through the human body, and human eyes cannot see his existence. After death, there are really two worlds.

The ghost who stayed in the world like him told him to go to reincarnation quickly, if it was too late, he would really not be able to leave, he was just an ordinary little ghost, and he would dissipate completely easily, but he was worried, mother Crying and depressed all day, the doctor said that she had a very complicated mental illness. He couldn't understand the name of the illness, but he could understand the doctor's heavy expression. Dad was tossed by successive blows like he was decades old , when he was lying on his father's shoulders, he could even see the white hairs protruding from them.

My mother cried and said that he shouldn't be allowed to play the game. Dad blamed himself for being busy with work and was not there that day.

As the days went by, and he faded away, a kind ghost told him that far away in Quantico lived a magical wizard from the East who could not only see them, but, if he could pay enough, The wishes of the ghosts can be fulfilled.

But he is too fragile, he can't get here by himself, and finally has no choice but to watch the person who went to Quantico hide in his shadow under the guidance of that kind ghost, and finally the BAU team who came here to handle the case Bird screen selected.

"Then why is it him?" Wu Cong raised his eyebrows. He remembered that there were not a small number of people in his tenant team. Generally, women with more negative energy were preferred if they wanted to pester them. Burning Hotch is right.

"I don't know." The kid shook his head, "I just think...it's very suitable..."

"Appropriate..." Wu Cong squinted his eyes and chuckled lightly, but didn't delve into it further, but asked, "Then what do you want from me?"

"I think..." The little ghost was stunned, he didn't know what he wanted, he squatted there thinking for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out, he wanted his mother to stop crying, and he wanted his father to stop talking to him every day. Looking at his photo and sighing, he wants to fill the house with laughter again. He wants a lot of things, but none of them seem to be the most wanted.

"Then think about it slowly." Dansha momozui burped, jumped off the stool and grabbed the kid's hand, "My name is Dansha, what's your name?"

"Josh, mommy calls me Josh..." the kid whispered, showing a shy smile, "Hello little sister."

Dansha, who seems to be only four or five years old, is not the same age as his younger sister in his eyes.

"Stay here first, and tell me when you think about it." Wu Cong smiled lowly, rubbing Dansha's head, the little girl reckoned that she was indeed a little lonely, and the old man who accompanied him every day to copy books and play the piano also It's no fun, and she has a special identity. When I go out, I'm accompanied by several agents. Every time I play with ordinary children, I feel like I'm on the verge of an enemy. I'm afraid that she will violently hurt others. After all, the prototype of this lady is not a kind animal. This time she didn't want to go out.

It’s also good to have a ghost with a similar (psychological) age to accompany her, just to let her practice English well. It’s been three years and she’s said to be such a virtue, and he’s too embarrassed to say that he taught it by himself.

There is no spiritual power left and right, and the wandering soul can't make any troubles.

Dansha happily took her new friend to the room to distribute sugar pills and build building blocks. Wu Cong tapped the table and summoned two paper puppets to clean up the leftover dishes. He got up and yawned lazily, looking at the time. It was almost the same, so I had to reluctantly sacrifice my nap time to turn on the computer and play chess with a stinky chess basket who had never won him.

——Wait a minute, I made a mistake!I'm not here!

--Oh.

——No, no, not here!I will download again!

--Oh.

In addition, a certain stinky chess basket who regrets playing chess.

——By the way, I lost something before, please help me figure out who stole it.

— If you lost something, go to the police, not me.

——The police are useful. I strongly suspect that the black and white two know the law, break the law and guard themselves. Otherwise, why would they refuse to accept my case? It’s no big deal to say that three hundred chickens are no big deal, but I use Lingmi and a handful of shit Piss-raised chicken!Can it be the same! ! !

—Three hundred?so much?

- That's right!Even the chicks were stolen from me! !And Song Yu is also the same. He pushed and refused to lend me the Zhaoshi mirror in his hand. He is definitely an accomplice!

--Oh.

——Hey, hey, what's your attitude!He looks neither yin nor yang like that old man, he just woke up from hibernation, what are you doing, uncle!

--Ha ha.

——Wu Cong, what do you mean, kid? ! ! !

—You're about to lose.

——! ! !When did you download so much!Damn you don't have someone who can predict my chess moves!Knowing how to do divination is amazing! ! !

--Ha ha.

That's right, it's amazing.Wu Cong took a sip of the tea slowly, pretending that he didn't show a mocking smile, if it wasn't for his ability to pinch and count, he wouldn't be the first to bribe him if he did something bad, so he drank the tea in the cup with a small sip , Seeing that the emotions over there were almost vented, I put my hands on the keyboard and started typing at a leisurely pace.

—I remember you have a edge stone there.

——Let me think about it... It seems that there is such a thing, it was sent by the ghost market two years ago, why?you want?

——Three altars of peach blossom wine.

——and help me figure out who stole my chicken!

——… Xuanmen Tianjizi was released last month.

——…Damn it, didn’t I just eat too much of that old-fashioned beef, as for it? !Thank you, brother!The edge-testing stone will be sent to you immediately, and I will treat you to dinner when I come back!

- no thanks :)

Wu Cong turned off the computer, refilled his cup of tea, and sighed contentedly. He wanted to seal his mouth just because he gave him two of the three hundred chickens. Wouldn't that make him very bad-tempered, and he also put the three jars away for dozens of times? The peach blossoms of the new year are clear, just to make room for the newly brewed wine.

"Which one could it be..." He glanced sideways at the painting hanging on the wall. The painting that almost occupied the entire wall was painted with countless ghosts and monsters, and the sea of ​​blood was overwhelming, and there were ghosts and ghosts everywhere. Just looking at it, he felt a chill. The air rushes towards your face, some of which are freshly painted with bright colors and lifelike, as if they will burst out of paper in the next second and howl and bite your throat, while some are mottled, cracked and dull in color, and you can’t even see them. It turned out that it was drawing something.

In the past three years, Wu Cong has sealed back most of the escaped ghosts and ghosts—if it is not necessary, he will not kill them all to the point where the ghosts are scattered, and he will keep a thread in everything, so as not to be targeted by the increasingly harsh heaven.

Now the rest who are still wandering outside are basically those who are highly skilled, scheming and good at hiding. He is not in a hurry, just take his time.

It's a pity that there are others who are more impatient than him.

——Wu Cong will never satisfy the wishes of any ghosts. If there is a cause, there will be an effect. It is not a good thing to be entangled with the cause and effect of the dead. The ghost of karma will also use the blessings of reincarnation to repay him. It is ten to ten thankless errands, and it may even end up full of complaints.

So, who sent this kid here?

Or, why send him here?