Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The man in front of him had gray temples, and the marks left by the years were engraved between the ends of his eyes and between his brows. His long hair was casually loose, and his blue robe was loose, but it was undeniable that he was a very attractive...ghost.

But no matter how you look at it, he has nothing in common with the simple and honest golden retriever dog lying on the ground. His downcast eyes and smile are clearly more like a white crane in the mountains, with his green robe fluttering and fluttering his wings. , Do not touch the mundane world.

Wu Cong raised his eyebrows and asked clearly: "What do you owe him?" He was referring to the boy Jeff who was twitching in a daze and couldn't see anything but still subconsciously snuggled up to the golden retriever.

"Relieve my hunger and cold, recognize my talent, and save my life." The man replied, "Without him, there would be no me."

"Debt ghosts." Wu Cong laughed, "It's really rare." Seeing that Hotch around him seemed a little confused, he explained: "Debt ghosts are people who were kind or died before the money was paid. Follow the reincarnation of the creditor from generation to generation and repay his kindness."

Most people in the world hold grudges but not gratitude, let alone remember them after death.

Therefore, debtor ghosts are rare, and this is the first time Wu Cong has seen them.

"If you have any questions, please do so as soon as possible." The man said, "I'm leaving soon."

He could feel the attraction and repulsion of this world to him, leading him to leave the world in the direction of the underworld.

"What do you want to ask?" Wu Cong gestured to Hotch for a quick fight, and by the way, rescued Reid who was entangled by the sea monster and couldn't escape.

Reid can't see the debtor, but he doesn't need to see it, he just needs to ask the question, and he doesn't have to worry about Hotch on the record.

Sitting on the ground, Jeff opened his big blue eyes and looked at the two strange uncles who were talking to the air. Be more at ease.

On the other side, Lao Zongzi and Lao Xianyu (?), who had no role in the case, stood together, looked at each other, and chatted casually without embarrassment.

Undoubtedly, apart from their lovers who are also BAU, the easiest thing to get shot at this time is another old salted fish thousands of miles away (not).

Wu Cong's friend, Triton's fellow clan, the sea monster Song Yu of the Eastern clan, and his young lover, who is less than a fraction of his age, can be said to be existences that will never be left out of the conversation no matter when they are used as topics.

"He seems to be coming to America recently?" Wu Cong said, "Is there any problem with you?"

"I'm coming." Triton curled his lips in distaste, "Just when I was scheduled to go to Europe."

The trips of the Krakens are all booked in advance to stagger each other's itinerary. Otherwise, if they accidentally bump into each other, there will be a fight in all likelihood, and maybe a dozen or twenty cities will be flooded.

No matter how old you are, you still have a sweet honeymoon trip with your little boyfriend, not counting the generation gap between them that is wider than the Great Rift Valley in East Africa--Triton, who is so complaining, by the way, he and the witch next to him Cong cursed in together.

After thinking about it, he lifted himself out again.

Compared with these two old guys whose age is calculated in thousands, he is still young.

Wu Cong also knew the strange custom of sea monsters killing each other (?), so he didn't go into Triton's subtle expression, but said: "He is going to live with me." So what do you sea monsters want? If there are any strange things to exchange, please mail them to the embassy and don't come to harm his apartment. Thank you.

"Your family?" Triton was a little surprised, "I remember he owns real estate in the United States."

"His family's English is not very good." Wu Cong said, "And he is more interested in residential houses than villas."

Mr. Song, who is a good boyfriend of 24 filial piety, naturally tries his best to find a residence that suits his lover.

Wu Cong said that he was not at all honored that his bird screen was selected.

Triton glanced at Reid who was seriously asking on the other side, "He just needs to have a big study." Since his private study with countless books was opened to Reid, the sea monster has basically fallen out of favor in front of humans. The sense of existence of human beings will be taken away by the little fairy in the book.

Wu Cong looked at Hotch who was taking notes on the other side, um, what does Hotch like... The first reaction that popped up in his mind was Little Jack and Dansha.

When Dansha wakes up, invite Little Jack to play in the apartment.After realizing that he not only found a lover, but also had a cheap son, Wu Cong thought in his heart that the frequency of Little Jack's visits was not frequent, and Wu Cong thought it was quite useful to take care of children for hundreds of years. Confidence in a good father-son relationship.

Lao Zongzi and Lao Xianyu, who were both thinking of their sweethearts, had finished their conversation, and the other side was almost coming to an end.

Although the debtor ghost can be said to be a very powerful ghost spirit, he can't do much while staying in the dog's body. The most he can do is to make himself stronger and faster as a dog, so that he can jump from the second floor without knocking open a locked window. While going down, protect Jeff who is dragging his mouth, more of him can't do anything.

For Hotch and Reid's questions, he can only give some clues that are not very clear.

He was sleeping when the fire started. It was the third day of a family trip, and he was too tired from hours of catch on the beach with Jeff to sense the intrusion.

"But I remember the smell of that person." He touched his nose, "I should have smelled it, just in the past few days, but it's not someone I'm very familiar with, it's that kind of..." He struggled with his words, "It's like helping with luggage, or helping with parking, a stranger I've met once."

At that time, the fire was already raging, the first floor was completely destroyed, and the second floor was also in jeopardy. He chose to save people without any hesitation between chasing the murderer and saving people. First, he dragged Jeff from the small bedroom on the second floor into the courtyard, and then Turn back and pull out the two couples who have been unconscious from the smoke—they died in the ambulance because the rescue failed.

"The man's footsteps were very heavy. He lit the fire outside the house. I couldn't see what he looked like, but he stood outside for a long time." When he woke up, the first floor was burned But the people outside still haven't left, "Jeff was gone when I dragged him out."

"Thank you for your cooperation, please contact us if you remember anything." Hotch took out his business card, but did not hand it over.

"If I can get in touch." The man smiled, his body gradually dissipating into the air, "Please catch the murderer."

He left quite at ease. Jeff's uncle and aunt are much more reliable than his parents. To be honest, if the couple survived, he might be worried. After all, a violent father and a depressed mother are not the same. An environment suitable for young children to grow up.

The spots of light dissipated all the way up, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, gently kissing Jeff's forehead.

The child didn't understand anything, but suddenly shed tears.

Perhaps he still remembers in the deepest part of his soul that the shade of a tree that quietly covered his head during the scorching heat of a certain life prevented him from collapsing from heat stroke and missed a major event; Money is not enough for hunger and cold, and a warning dream before a crisis in a certain life made him escape many times.

Now that the grievances and grievances are clear, it seems that a piece of the soul has been dug out all of a sudden. The emptiness makes people's eyes sore, and the tears can't stop flowing down.

Triton received the distress signal from Reid, smiled and blinked at his own humans, walked over to rub Jeff's hair, and hummed an unknown tune softly.

The light, cotton candy-like tune silently eroded all emotions, all the panic, sorrow and sorrow, all disappeared in the singing, and became the ration of the sea monster.

Mmm, strawberry marshmallow.

Triton licked the corner of his lips, hugged Reid and kissed his own human.

Sweeter than cotton candy.

Wu Cong couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head away, "Go back now?"

Hotch nodded, ruthlessly left Reid who couldn't get out of the Kraken's arms, and returned to the police station with his old rice dumpling.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait for him?" Wu Cong put his hands on the side of the car window and watched Reid struggling to carry the weight forward, and he rarely felt a little compassion.

In reply Hotch rolled down the car window and told Reid that he could return to the police station an hour later to appease the lover who was about to turn into a large brown sugar.

Otherwise, it will greatly affect the work efficiency.

So Reid could only watch Hotch drive away, and Wu Cong in the co-pilot was as blind as a blind man who didn't see his eyes asking for help, and just stared at Hotch with a smile the whole time.

"I miss you so much." The big dog stuck up behind him, and the Kraken was already on the verge of reaching the limit after not seeing it for a full month, and it needed a human hug to get better.

Hotch and Wu Cong in the car couldn't hear Reid's complaint of inner collapse, and studied the clues they had just obtained while driving.

The breath can be remembered by dogs, which means that the murderer must have had contact with the victim, just like what the debtor said, short contact, the most indispensable thing in travel is this kind of encounter by chance.

Hotch thought for a moment and came up with a long list of possible occupations—house agent, parking boy, taxi driver, cleaner, waitress in a restaurant, and so on.

Garcia's cross-comparison investigation of several victims also yielded results. Except for the must-see attractions for tourists in Hawaii, these families have almost no intersection. They eat in different restaurants and rent different houses. Cleaners from different companies are hired, and it looks like families are chosen at random.

"Garcia, check their traffic records," Hotch said. "They're not random targets."

"Yes, Sir." Garcia hung up the phone with a brisk tone.

"Has she always been this lively?" Wu Cong asked, "I always thought that technicians would be more serious."

"She is not an ordinary technician." The head of BAU never hesitated to praise his team members, and replied with a smile, "Garcia is unique."

"Everyone is unique." When Wu Cong said this, he was looking at Hotch with gentle eyes.

Inexplicably, he now especially wants to kiss the people around him.