Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The BAU arrested the woman named Lina on the certificate. All kinds of chat records on the computer, account login information, DNA information, and all kinds of evidence point to her. She also admitted that she killed the victims, but claimed that she Nothing else is known.

To be precise, it should be that she seems to have gone completely crazy. No matter what she asks her, she just holds her head and screams "I didn't do anything" or "I just killed them", all in tone It's strange that I don't know which language it is shouting at all. If Triton, the sea monster, hadn't listened to it when he came to see his own humans with coffee, I don't know how long it would take them to realize that this is not aphasia or reversed word order, but a Chinese coast. regional dialect.

Siren's kin are all over the world, and the one in China happens to live in the south and speaks Wu Nong's soft language fluently.

Now the evidence is conclusive. Although the murderer is crazy, he also admitted to the murder. Therefore, if there is no accident, she may have to spend the rest of her life in the intensive care unit of the nursing home.

Hotch left early on a rare occasion, not only because of the bad clue he had just discovered, but also because he finally noticed Dansha, who was shaking and listless in his pocket.

The little red snake was coiled into a small coil that couldn't be untied, and it felt as cold as ice. No matter how Hotch tried to comfort her, she always curled up tightly, and the little black bean's eyes widened. It's like dying with regret.

Taking someone else's child (?) out and the child has a problem, of course he has to go back to the right owner to solve the problem immediately.

As for other things...

It was as if he proved that Wu Cong was at the scene at that time, and the murderer could send him to jail if he made the murderer crazy. It is certain to find out what happened, but it will not affect the matter if it is postponed for a few days. the outcome of the matter.

If Wu Cong wanted to tell the truth, it would be the same whenever he asked. If Wu Cong didn’t want to tell the truth, even if he produced solid evidence, the other party would still be able to lift the coffin.

A world has its own rules, and it is not wise to force these beings with special powers to obey the laws of ordinary humans. Hotch is indeed rigorous and serious in following the rules, but he is by no means an inflexible piece of wood, as Wu Cong has long stated Attitude, whether it's a ghost or a demon, it doesn't make any difference to him, and he doesn't have any compassion because one of them was once a human.

What's more, Wu Cong did listen to his request to a certain extent, otherwise what they saw today would not be a crazy woman, but a woman who could not even find the ashes and disappeared completely.

Come on little by little, Hotch didn't expect to be able to do it overnight.

Now the little red snake in his pocket looks really bad, shrunk to such a small size that one wonders if her bones were injured due to over-squeezing, her eyes are dull and her mouth is crooked, very Very pitiful.

Hotch almost stepped on the gas pedal and rushed to the hotel. Before he could wait for the elevator, he ran up the stairs to the sixth floor with Dansha in his hands, hoping that Wu Cong would be in the room.

Thankfully, when he entered the door, Lao Zongzi was holding the note he had left and was about to go out.

Dansha was really frightened, and she didn't know why, as soon as she felt the breath permeating in the small apartment, she instinctively started to tremble, her whole body hurt like bones were broken, and she didn't even have the courage to fight back at all. No, I can only huddle together, feeling that the butcher's knife is on my neck, and I will be cramp and skinned to death in the next second.

There was even a bloody scene in front of her eyes. The whole snake skin was hanging on the bamboo pole, and the unshaven meat was still on it, and the blood was flowing down like a stream. The prototype's flesh twitched as if it still had feelings, and it was excruciatingly painful just looking at it.

It was too scary, Dansha was not very courageous at first, but now he was frightened and froze, his mind was like a mess, until he vaguely sensed Wu Cong's breath, he gradually returned to his senses.

That sense of security was stronger than ever, as if Heng Gu had always been by her side before, the stiff lump in Wu Cong's hand gradually softened into a strip, trembling in his palm for a long time like a goat, suddenly Turned into a little girl, she lay in his arms and began to cry loudly.

"Don't be skinny...don't...no...bu..." She couldn't even speak clearly, she could only hug Wu Cong tightly, like a drowning person hugging the last root of a parent, a child breastfeeding The childish cry is like a sharp thorn in the heart, which makes one's heart ache.

"It's fine." Wu Cong patted Dansha's back lightly, with a gentle tone, "Dansha will be fine."

"I'm scared...uh..." Dansha hiccupped from crying, "Ah Lang, I'm scared..." Crying and crying, she couldn't control the nausea, her face was flushed with her mouth open, and she started to vomit with sobs.

She couldn't get rid of that fear, it was like tarsal maggots that made her feel cold all over, "Ah Lang, save me... Come and save me..."

She looked like a little snake all day long, she didn't eat much, she had digested it long ago, and after vomiting for a long time, she could only spit out water, which stained Wu Cong's clothes in a mess.

"Okay, Ah Lang will save you." Wu Cong hugged Dansha softly, and carefully stroked his hair, "No one can hurt Dansha."

Dansha vomited very badly. One of the instincts of snakes is to spit out the food in their stomachs to save their lives after being frightened. She couldn't control herself at all. All the bile was spit out, and the hoarse voice twitched like a spasm and sobbed softly.

Hotch poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Wu Cong, asking him to rinse his mouth with Dansha. Anyone with similar experience knows that it is difficult to stop when you vomit badly. Rinse your mouth properly and drink some warm water to relieve symptoms .

Dansha was sobbing and holding the cup to rinse his mouth and drink water, it didn't know how long it took him to calm down, his eyes were swollen like peach pits, because crying too much energy, he quickly fell asleep clutching Wu Cong's clothes past.

"Could you help me bring some of my clothes, it's in that box." Wu Cong asked with a wry smile, pointing to the suitcase in the corner. Hotch didn't know when it was put there. A few pieces of clothes and some utensils of unknown function, Hotch took a shirt to Wu Cong, Wu Cong carefully wrapped the cinnabar with the shirt, and took out the corner of his clothes from her hand.

He did a series of actions very carefully, Dansha rubbed against the new clothes, and the familiar breath kept her from being awakened.

Wu Cong breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly got off the bed to change his clothes, and then wet a towel with warm water to carefully wipe off Dansha's face. At this moment, Hotch realized that he was not in a state of mind, but brought his body here.

"Sorry to surprise you." Wu Cong hung up the towel and said softly to Hotch.

Hotch shook his head: "It's my fault."

"I don't blame you." Wu Cong sighed, "I didn't make it clear to you." After leaving the small apartment, he went back to Quantico and brought his body back. It was obviously too late when I wrote a note, "It is indeed me who was at the Hanged Ghost's place today, I know you have a lot to ask, if you don't mind listening to a long story..."

Hotch glanced at him, took out a can of beer from the small refrigerator, opened it and handed it to Wu Cong, and took another can to drink by himself.

Holding the beer, Wu Cong froze for a moment, showing a slightly surprised expression, but also showing a somewhat relaxed mood. He sat on the edge of the bed and took Dansha into his arms, patted her back lightly with one hand, and He took a sip of beer in one hand.

"Dansha...has a younger sister..."

According to the Shan Hai Jing, Wu Xian is the north of female clowns. Wu Xian is the head of the legendary group of witches. He is a born immortal with a red snake in his left hand and a green snake in his right. It is said that it was taught by Wuxian how to freely travel between the sky and the world.

Wu Cong is a descendant of the Wuxian Kingdom with a relatively strong bloodline, and he has a certain atavism phenomenon in his body, so it is easier than ordinary people to transcend the world and become a fairy. I gathered the red snake and green snake in my left and right hands.

To put it in a more popular way now, it is probably the starting point given by God to the golden finger Jack Su.

At that time, he first picked up the little red snake dansha that was foolishly hanging from the tree, and then dansha dragged back a little green snake that should have just broken its shell. Wu Cong named her Qingzhu.

Dansha is used as ink, green bamboo is used as brush, named after the two things Wu Cong uses most often. The two little snakes are very talented and point to Hualong. After being transformed into human form, they look like girls. Like sisters, she was raised as a daughter by Wu Cong.

He doesn't like to socialize very much, and he has casual acquaintances with other monks, and the only ones he is close to are the two little snakes.

As far as the concept at that time was concerned, Wu Cong belonged to a rather strange kind of monk, for example, when the first hexagram in life was when he would die, and when he had no ambitions but had excellent aptitude and did not seek immortality and longevity but lived instead. I just repaired the tomb for myself. For example, if I have nothing to do, I like to run down the mountain to meddle in the affairs of ordinary people. I don’t have any pretensions to subdue demons and subdue demons. I even drew pictures of demons and monsters so that those demons whose karma is too heavy to enter reincarnation will be burned by karma. Karma re-enters samsara so as not to be evil again.

Strange is strange, but generally speaking, he is still a good-tempered monk who has no quarrel with anyone and no grudges.

But as the saying goes, good people are bullied by people, good horses are ridden by others, and people sit at home, and disasters fall from the sky—he just went down the mountain to buy something at the market one day as usual, and when he came back All I saw was blood all over the ground, and cinnabar lying on the ground dying and unable to speak.

Qingzhu is dead, the Qingzhu who always smiles shyly and makes all kinds of delicious food to take care of Wu Cong and Dansha, the two kitchen killers, is dead. In front of Dansha, his skin and cramps are eaten dry. The second cleanliness has become a tonic for a thousand-year-old yellow skin that is about to break through.

The defensive formation that Wu Cong left before he left couldn't defend against the yellow-skinned spirit who was on par with him.

If he didn't feel a little uneasy today and came back earlier than usual, maybe he wouldn't even be able to keep the cinnabar.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought a god and a demon.

There is no more, before Huang Pizi broke through, Wu Cong took the lead in breaking through that layer of shackles.

He was obviously a monk who had an epiphany between the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers, but in the end he joined a bloody way of killing.

Since then, it has gone to the sky and entered the earth, and the blue sky has fallen into the yellow spring.

eye for eye.