Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The slender and slender hands folded on the chest were full of veins, and the scarlet scales were pulled out. Wu Cong escaped from this loose confinement, turned around and saw the woman's appearance.

It's not entirely true that she is Madam, the woman standing in the sky looks only in her twenties, with almond eyes, peach cheeks and cherry mouth, wearing a long goose yellow dress, lowering her eyebrows and lowering her eyes, it seems that the momentary gaffe just now was just an illusion.

Her complexion is not very good, don't add a little sick Xi Shi's delicate posture under the night.

"I haven't seen you for many years. I wonder if Madam is okay?" Wu Cong had a faint smile on his lips, he rolled up his sleeves and raised his hands, still in the same elegant and romantic way back then.

The woman bowed her head back, and said coquettishly, "If I'm not good, then I'll be in the mood of your enemy."

Wu Cong sighed, "Since madam knows, why bother to ask again."

He has seen countless spirits and ghosts in these years, but seeing this lady like this always makes his memory fresh, and some cold sweat will ooze out of his back.

"Sure enough, he is my enemy from the previous life..." The woman was not angry when Wu Cong said that, but instead smiled and bent her eyebrows, "Cold-hearted and cold-hearted."

"If my heart is hot, I'm afraid my bones will rot in the soil." Wu Cong replied lightly, and then said, "Why is Madam here?" The export of spirits and monsters of this level should be strictly prohibited. That's right.

Hearing this, the woman couldn't help giggling, "The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world's hustle and bustle is for profit. If this foreigner wants to die, what can I do about it?"

Wu Cong nodded, oh, no wonder I haven't seen her for so many years, it turned out that she was taken abroad by smuggling cultural relics, so don't worry about it.

"The kid beside me was also sent by Madam?" Wu Cong asked again.

"Such a poor kid, if I don't save him, I will die." The woman nodded her lips, "You have to thank me."

It seems that the ghosts released from the ghost monster map disturbed his normal life and came to him to take care of the aftermath. Wu Cong had an idea, so he smiled and said, "Madam, is there anything else? If I don't go back to Dansha in time, I will be in a hurry."

"It's a beautiful night, so you just want to be that idiot?" The woman moved closer again, so close that Wu Cong could smell her strong fragrance, "If you don't, just follow me..."

"Still not." Wu Cong took two steps back, "I think it's not to my Madam's liking to have such a negative energy." No matter how gentle and affectionate a man is, he is unwilling to be with a scorpion spirit who wants to make supper with you Once a spring breeze.

He wanted to leave, but the woman didn't stop him, she just raised her voice with a smile and said: "My family is currently staying at the foreigner's house, if you change your mind, you can come to me at any time."

Wu Cong paused, "I don't care about Madam's affairs, but I hope you can take care of yourself in this foreign country." He doesn't care about smuggling, as long as people don't die.

"Don't worry, if you have a wronged person and a debtor, I hope that I can open my eyes abroad. This foreigner is rough and thick, and I am not used to it." The woman smiled coquettishly, "I also send you a word." In other words, the king of Hades is easy to hide, but the little devil is hard to deal with, please be more careful, don't let this good skin take advantage of that incomprehensible bastard."

Wu Cong frowned, "Thank you Madam for your advice." But if possible, he still hopes that he did not see this Madam today.

When it was almost ten o'clock, Blackwolf returned to the hotel room with the cinnabar in his arms. The silent room made Blackwolf vigilant instinctively. He could smell a cold smell, which was very similar to the time when he was working on a case to dig The smell when opening a ghost grave to burn the corpse.

He saw Wu Cong lying on the bed with his hands folded on his chest and abdomen and his face covered with a book. He seemed dead without breathing or heartbeat. He subconsciously reached out and touched Wu Cong's neck. There is a piece of ice.

"!" Blackwolf's eyes widened, "He..."

"It's all right." Dansha climbed onto the bed as usual and patted Wu Cong's chest, "It's like this after Alang fell asleep, it's super like dead, right." She patted Wu Cong's chest as she said, "Alang Wake up! I'm going to run out of food!"

Wu Cong raised one hand and flicked Dansha's forehead, "You said it as if I would have something to eat when I wake up, you heartless little girl." At this time, the alarm clock just rang, ten o'clock in the evening.

However, at this time he was still not breathing and his heart was beating. It took 5 minutes for Blackwolf to hear him resume his breathing, and it took 10 minutes for Blackwolf to hear his heartbeat.

Very regular, every second is more accurate than the watch.

After all, for a corpse, being able to produce breath and heartbeat is already very remarkable, and it is really difficult for a corpse to be as strong as a living person.

Wu Cong looked at the map on the table, and now most of the ink dots are gathered in the house, while the red dots are scattered around the fire ruins, and some ink dots are moving regularly nearby. There are spots of ink that he marked near the homes of the victims of the fire.

These are police officers on patrol for protection.

But not all families are protected.

"Let's go here." Wu Cong clicked a spot, "Today we will start here."

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Carl Smoler is drinking, he admits that he is a little addicted to alcohol, but what does it matter, he has lost his daughter and his wife, and now he is the only one left in this former warm home, every day Relying on alcohol to barely fall asleep.

"Daddy!"

Maybe he drank a little too much today, and he vaguely saw his daughter Judy standing at the door waving to him. She was wearing a purple dress embroidered with sequins, and her braids were the ones he clumsily braided before leaving that day.

"Daddy!" His little princess seemed a little annoyed at his neglect, stomping her foot and calling him again.

Carl rubbed his eyes, "Daddy's here..." he replied tremblingly.

"Daddy, come here!" Judy spun around with a smile on her skirt, and ran out the door.

Carl was startled, and suddenly got up, "Wait!" He stumbled and ran out, and there was no one outside the door.

Is it a hallucination... He bent his back and stared blankly at the courtyard at the door.

The swing frame he couldn't bear to dismantle, and the little wooden horse he couldn't bear to discard, had already grown moss and were stained with rust in less than half a year.

"Daddy!"

Suddenly, a small face poked in from outside the yard, and Judy tilted her head and smiled at him.

"Daddy come on!"

No one can refuse such a request, Carl stepped forward, with a dazed but somewhat happy expression, "Daddy is here..."

He took Judy's hand, it was a little cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?" Judy looked up at him, her blue eyes were pure and penetrating, like a clear blue sky.

"Daddy hasn't seen you for a long time, I'm glad." Carl said softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing this dream.

Judy took him to walk on the street, the street was empty, through the alleys, through the shopping street, there were only the two of them on the empty street, as if there were only two of them left in the whole world.

"Where are we going?" Carl asked, caressing Judy's soft brown hair.

"Go home." Judy smiled sweetly, "Daddy, let's go home."

But this is not the way home. The surrounding scenery is becoming more and more familiar, and the road under their feet is also becoming more and more familiar. They have walked for a long time, but it seems that they have just walked out of the house.

Carl followed Judy tirelessly, walking and walking, and saw the ruins standing in the night. The bright colors on the half-whitewashed walls seemed to be stained with a bit of treachery in the night, and he felt floating. I was so ecstatic, my legs seemed to be stepping on cotton.

"Daddy, we're home." Judy opened the door and ran in, showing half of her face again, "Come in quickly."

Come in...?... Carl looked at the half-open door and took a step forward.

"Have you figured it out, are you sure you want to go in?" Someone asked behind him, he turned around and saw a man with his hands folded, and a little girl in a red dress looked at him timidly from behind the man.

The man said lightly: "Maybe he will die." His voice was very cold, but it was like a bell knocking like a chime that cleared his mind.

Carl looked back at the half-open door, and there was a dark shadow between the slightly opened door, as if it could swallow everything, "I'm alive..." His voice was hoarse, "What's the point..."

"Judy is gone, Beth is gone..." He stared straight at the man, "Why am I still alive..."

It would be better to just die and be reunited with his family.

The man also looked straight into his eyes, "Do you want to die?"

Carl laughed: "Why should I live?" He wanted to die a long time ago, thinking about it every day.

"Is that so... I'm busy..." The man narrowed his eyes, and suddenly disappeared into a wisp of green smoke.

"Daddy..." Judy popped his head again, "Why don't you come in?"

Carl squatted down and patted Judy's shoulder lightly. This was once all his hope, the little princess he cultivated with all his love, "Daddy will be here soon..."

Not far away, Blackwolf looked at the father and daughter and asked, "Aren't you going to save him?"

"I saved it." Wu Cong said, with a smile still hanging on the corner of his lips, "The person who is destined to die today, even the Immortal Da Luo will not be able to keep him."

Those who can be rescued are destined not to die.

Dan Sha grabbed Wu Cong's clothes and jumped up and down, with a serious expression as if he was about to do something important.

Judy looked at Carl, "Then Daddy, you have to hurry up."

"Hmm..." Carl stood up, tidied his clothes, looked back at the world for the last time, and took his little princess by the hand and pushed open the door.

His body seemed to lighten up all of a sudden, as if he was stepping on a cloud, everything melted away like ice and snow in spring, his past, his future, all his sorrows and joys were gone, and he saw him again His family, his wife, his daughter, they smiled at him and held out their hands.

There were shrill screams and the sound of sirens in a trance from far, far away, but he didn't care at all, everything was over, and he didn't care anymore.

What he couldn't see was that when he walked into the room, it was like breaking the glass covering the outside of the room, and suddenly it was as bright as day, surrounded by several media, police and BAU agents. As his body collapsed like a rag bag, quickly shriveled and shriveled, screams resounded throughout the night.

In the darkness where the lights couldn't reach the room, the tip of the python's red tail passed through the thick wall silently and disappeared into the night.

"Okay, let's go." Balling the resentful souls in the little girl's mouth into balls, Wu Cong patted Dansha on the head and verbally promised a plate of three silks as a reward.

"Then they..." Blackwolf looked back at the chaotic scene worriedly, "That's it?"

"Someone will come to deal with the aftermath." Wu Cong played with the misty ball in his hand, and suddenly said, "Did you know that in China there is a kind of mountain spirit called Xi Nang, which looks like a child, and when it sees someone coming, it stretches out its hand to pull it If he is taken to his house, he will be sucked out of his yang energy and die."

"But if you pull him away from where he is when he gets pulled over, then he will die."

Wu Cong once grabbed a bib bag.