Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Everything has returned to daily life, Wu Cong still has nothing to do every day like a vagrant, except raising children is raising children. In autumn, the demons and ghosts are very silent. Among the four gods, the white tiger dominates autumn and kills. Therefore, autumn is meant to kill the bleak In this season, executions were often executed after autumn in ancient times, and no ghosts or monsters would dare to cause trouble easily. In this season, Wu Cong's life is very leisurely.

Of course, the change of seasons has little effect on the year-round serial killers in the United States, and they still work hard to add to the workload of BAU.

Even because of the sharp increase in the psychological depression brought about by autumn, the killers worked a lot more diligently. During this time, Hotch was so busy that he hardly saw anyone. Many times he flew back from other places in the middle of the night and slept directly in the office. Woke up the next day and continued to work, dedicating light and heat to the never-ending case.

Not only Hotch, but the entire BAU team has been very busy recently. Sometimes they have to start again within two days after returning from a place. The heavy work brings psychological pressure that is difficult to resolve. Another group came up to give them some time to rest.

The two-week holiday is more exciting than Christmas for the whole BAU in this off-season of tourism.

two weeks!

Get rid of bloody cases, get rid of suffocating pressure, get rid of piles of documents, and have a wonderful vacation without work interruption!

Before the off-duty time, the hearts of the people in the office were already floating. In order to relax during the holidays, everyone consciously worked overtime early to get their work done. They counted the seconds and waited for the clock on the wall to pass the off-duty time. Then they jumped up and carried their luggage. Straight to the airport.

Hawaii!Alaska!Europa!

Goodbye work!

"Kid, are you really not coming?" Morgan was still trying to seduce Reid persistently. "Three days and three nights of carnival on the cruise ship is definitely more interesting than spending two weeks in the library."

Reid tidied up the documents on the table unmoved, and put the candy on the table into his messenger bag: "It's not a library, it's a private library, and many of the treasures in it are out of print, but I'm more than half a year ahead of schedule." I just applied for this quota, don't make me give up."

"Morgan, don't even think about it, you know that even Mr. Triton has failed in this matter." JJ touched a piece of candy from Reid's table and put it in her mouth. Her belly seemed to be very big. She wants to rest at home during this holiday.

"Oh, you just hurt me." Morgan clutched his chest with an exaggerated expression, "It seems that I am the only one going to enjoy the three-day tour of Flame Hell in Atlanta, Kid can live with your out-of-print book."

"Hey, hello," Emily poked her head out of her cubicle in surprise, "You mean Atlanta on fire, seriously?"

"Of course I'm serious." Morgan rubbed his chin with a smirk, "Why, you're interested too?"

"I booked the boat ticket half a year ago." Emily said, "I didn't expect such a coincidence."

"Aha—" Morgan winked at her, "Looks like we can have a companion."

"Forget it." Emily rolled her eyes mercilessly at him, "Don't bother me about my market, handsome guy."

Morgan shrugged helplessly: "Thank you for the compliment."

JJ and Reid laughed.

"It was a good discussion, everyone." Rossi walked down the stairs with a briefcase in his hand, "Don't call me for two weeks, and I won't answer if you call, you know?"

"What, the beauty has a date?" Emily gossiped.

"The cigar club is on a two-week tour around Europe, and no young people are welcome to interrupt." Rossi raised his eyebrows, "But you can help me pray for a good encounter."

"Pray that you have a meal like someone and bump into three exes?" Hotch also came down the stairs with the documents, and because he was in a good mood, he rarely opened his mouth to tease, "Sounds really good."

"Hey! Hotch!" "Someone" the handsome Mr. Chocolate immediately jumped out without saying a word.

Hotch immediately showed an innocent smile. Morgan's luck is really a mystery. It's rare to go to the bar with him and Reid. When he entered the door, he bumped into his ex. He turned around and saw the ex. The waiter was the ex. It can be said that the girl broke up peacefully, but Morgan's awkward expression at that time made him laugh for a long time, which was extremely rare.

"How about you, Hotch?" Reid asked, "Are you planning to go out for a walk during the holidays?"

"Jack is coming to stay for a few days." Mentioning his son Hotch's expression became extremely gentle, "We have an appointment to go camping in the mountains."

"Not bad." Morgan whistled, "Jack must be very happy." Going camping and hiking is one of the boys' favorite activities.

"Haley said he's been clamoring to buy binoculars and camo two weeks ago," Hotch said. "I mean, he's really happy."

"Boys like to camp." Morgan laughed, ignoring Reid's "I don't like it." muttering, and continued, "Remember to bring some thick clothes, the temperature will drop very low at night this season."

"Yeah." Hotch nodded to indicate that he had written it down, "Take him to go shopping tomorrow, and today I have to see if the tent can be used. It's been in the storage room for almost three years."

"Enjoy your father-son time." JJ shook his phone, "I want to enjoy my family time too."

Her husband, William, was waiting downstairs to pick her up.

The clock on the wall just passed the off-duty time, and the whole office dispersed in an instant. Rossi carried his luggage and emphasized once again the purpose of not coming to him if there was nothing to do, and was the first to leave the office humming a ditty.

Morgan and Emily also wanted to talk about the three-day tour of Atlanta's Flaming Hell. They hooked their shoulders and walked towards the bar. Reid stayed for a few minutes longer to sort out the documents and went downstairs with his backpack.

Hotch stayed in the office and finally confirmed that all the documents that need to be handed in have been settled. Jack Crawford from the BSU next door has also successfully taken over several cases that need to be handed over. Unless there is an extremely urgent new case, they will never be called back. , After turning off the computer and locking the drawer, I left work on time again after a month.

In fact, it was already ten minutes late.

He was greeted in the apartment by the laughter of the children in the hallway. Haley is going on a business trip tomorrow so he sent little Jack here today. Although Hotch is not there, Mr. Wu, the landlord, is also a trustworthy and good person. The youngest daughter Ruby is even more adorable. She wished she could have another daughter.

But thinking about the busy and fulfilling work now, let's put this plan on hold for now.

"Uncle Hotch!" Dansha ran over with a smile, "You're back!"

"Daddy!" Little Jack wobbled behind Dansha, he was still running unsteadily, "Welcome back."

The door of Wu Cong's apartment was half open. Hotch picked up Jack and led Dansha to push the door open. Now he is very used to going to the landlord's house next door for dinner. After Wu Cong raised his rent a little, he took care of his meal problem , Hotch has no resistance to the option of having a steaming supper when you come back late at night.

That's why his refrigerator now only contains beer drinks and a small amount of fruit. Those who don't know think what a decadent life he lived after the divorce.

In fact, he felt that his abs were almost gone from eating these days.

Wu Cong lay lazily on the sofa and yawned: "Go and wash your hands first." He added some spiritual power to the burning flame in front of his eyes as he spoke, and the red flame instantly turned into a faint white, faintly golden and iron. The sound of ringing sounded.

It is another cultural relic dagger recovered from a dead collector. It is probably made by some powerful and crazy person who wanted to live forever. I don’t know how many slaves were sacrificed. The thing is It's a good thing, but it's a pity that the cast material is too heavily contaminated with evil spirits. The black iron that was originally full of righteousness has been made nondescript. Anyone who touches it within three days will be killed by blood evil spirits. It will harm people wherever they are placed. Even the country is not prepared to take it back to cause trouble, and let the scorpion handle it directly.

Wu Cong was not interested in daggers, but he was still very interested in black iron, so he took back the dagger at a low price and prepared to melt it and recast it.

Little Jack washed his hands and stared at the flames intently, "Ruby's Daddy is amazing..."

"Of course." Dansha puffed out her chest proudly, "Ah Lang is the best... magician."

Well, anyway, that's how Uncle Hotch explained to Little Jack why Alang was able to ignite a fire out of thin air.

"Alang, Alang." After washing his hands and sitting at the table, Dansha asked while eating, "Can we buy a big tent, I want to sleep with Jack at night."

Wu Cong calmly poured vegetables into her small bowl: "Let's see tomorrow."

"Then can I buy a telescope? The kind that can look at the stars at night."

"Don't you have one?"

"But that one is different from Jack's..." Dansha flattened her mouth and acted coquettishly, "Ah Lang is the best..."

"Then eat five small biscuits less today." Wu Cong said, "And don't buy a lot of snacks tomorrow."

"Yeah!" Dansha nodded her head vigorously, and happily gestured yes to little Jack.

Wu Cong sighed, and confirmed with Hotch again: "Go shopping at ten o'clock tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah," Hotch said, "I'll see if the tent is still available."

Apparently, they agreed to go camping in the mountains together during the holidays.