CM The future I see without you

"Sorry," JJ said helplessly, returning empty-handed, "Obviously Officer Cooper regards the BAU as an omnipotent team."

"I..." Just as Hotch was about to say something, he saw Jacques straightening out his messy black hair on the screen of his laptop, sucked his blocked nose hard, and straightened out the complicated words Golden cufflinks with small patterns walked out of the room from her side.

"Wo!" Emily came back from the reception room and saw Jacques walking "coquettishly" all the way, "What is he going to do?"

"Who knows?" After JJ finished speaking, he put on a look of watching the show and stayed by the door.

Facts have proved that even the most indifferent beauty cannot escape Jacques' charming blue eyes.The Chinese-French mixed blood makes Jacques's appearance less aggressive, and there will be no sense of oppression. The deep eye sockets, blue eyes, high nose bridge, and thin pink lips make people feel the first impression. The feeling is clean and innocent.But when he smiles at you and says some touching compliments to you, you will feel that he is a little devil in the shell of an angel. You know he has bad intentions, but when those two When innocent and seductive eyes look at you, even if it is life, you will hold it in front of him.

"Jacques?" Officer Cooper blinked and asked with a smile. "Isn't that a French name?"

"Oh, since my mother is a native Frenchman," Jacques leaned against the wall with a smile, turned to the female police officer with a sweet smile, and said, "Of course, you can also call me Jacob."

The last pronunciation, the ambiguous collision of the lips, the strong youthful breath belonging to the boy sprinkled in the ears of the policewoman.

She restrained herself not to look at those charming lake blue eyes that shone with the most dazzling light in California, but she still, involuntarily, reached out and pulled her non-existent hair behind her ears and said, "Then , jacob, what do you need?"

"A wonderful dinner," Jacques stared at the woman who had just met for the first time today, as if looking at the love of his life, and slowly added in her ear, "There is only a little more information. "

"I now believe that he is Rossi's student." Emily looked at Jacques who returned victorious, and JJ admired in disbelief.

"What does this have to do with me?" Apparently Rossi and Morgan also watched the whole process at the gate of the police station. Listening to Emily's words, the Italian man with a rich love history justly refused to admit it.

Reid avoided Morgan's gaze, took the box from Jacques's hand intimately, and brought Jacques, who was still looking back at the beauty, back to the room.

After finishing a "beauty transaction", Jacques quickly flipped through the mountain of information, and the dense text made his head swollen.

"Let me do it." Reid thoughtfully took over the rest of the documents.

"Indeed." Emily said with a smile, "This will save a lot of time."

Except for the police officers who had to stay behind, the rest of the people outside the room were dispatched by Sergeant George Bush after finishing the test.

"Ah!" Jacques couldn't control himself, and tore off another tissue, but with too much force, he swept the cardboard boxes piled up on the table and fell to the ground.

Hotch glanced up at Jacques who was holding a tissue in one hand and picking up a box in the other, and glanced at Rossi who was indifferent, and silently swallowed his words to let Jacques go to rest.

"Hey, Hotch," Reid said, stopping his twirling fingers, "I think I've got our suspect."

One tragic case after another was written in dark blue handwriting on the yellowed paper. The boy named Edmund Kemper finally recorded "After committing the murder of his foreign grandmother, considering that he was underage, his mother combined with the local police The bureau sent him to Atascadero State Hospital for treatment." In one sentence.

Atascadero State Hospital, a state hospital dedicated to mentally ill criminals.

"The management of that hospital is very strict. Even if the detention period is over, all the tests must be passed to be released from the hospital." Rossi mused, "But this can explain the five-year window period."

"Garcia, we have a name," Morgan said on the phone.

"Then, I'll give you an address." Garcia quickly typed on the keyboard and said, "bingo, the address has been sent to your mobile phone. But this person hasn't had a long-term residence since he was discharged from the hospital. I can only give you the latest rental address."

Hotch turned on the phone, glanced at the address on the screen, then raised his head and said to the ready team members, "Let's go."

**

"Try to catch him alive, Rossi thinks there are other murders on this guy." Hotch stood at the door and whispered to his teammates behind him.

"Morgan. Now!" Hotch nodded.

"boom!"

The closed door was kicked open, and the small room of more than ten square meters was unobstructed. Unfortunately, the suspect was not at home.

"Hotch!" Emily lifted the hanging curtain, behind it was an extremely simple cleaning pool, and a pair of wire scissors still stained with black blood.

"No wonder I said it had an unpleasant smell." Morgan pinched her nose and said with disgust.

"Did Reid and Jacques speak back?" Hotch asked, hanging up Rossi who was staying at the police station.

"No."

"No."

Hotch retracted his gun, walked downstairs seriously, and said, "Maybe they just met the person we were looking for."

"Edmund Kemper?" Reid pointed his gun at the man kneeling by the bathtub with a knife in his hand, and ordered: "Put down the knife in your hand."

A woman in her thirties or forties was floating in a bathtub filled with water, her face was ferocious, and an arm full of blue and purple bruises was hanging outside. Standing behind Reid, Jacques could clearly see every line on the woman's face. The panic lingering in the folds.

"Oh my God, she's ugly," Jacques thought.

"You guys came a little faster than I thought." The man turned his body, greasy black hair covered his forehead, and his messy beard made him look extra tired and unkempt.

"But what's the use?" the man asked softly.

Indeed, the woman's blood slowly stained the entire bathtub, and some even flowed to the floor. Jacques wasn't sure if he saw her breathing.

"She still has one breath left." Edmund Kemper replied as if sensing Jacques' thoughts.

"Oh." It's not clear whether it's regret or happiness, Jacques just curled his lips, and took a tissue from the sink on the right hand side.

"Put down, the knife in your hand." Reid tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, emphasizing again.

"Of course." Edmund Kemper showed a sweet smile, and casually threw away the dagger that was still bleeding.

Reid, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly saw Edmund Kemper pick up a small black pistol from nowhere and point it at the top of the woman's head.

"But I don't want to go back." Edmund Kemper complained to the two FBIs like an aggrieved child: "That hospital is full of lunatics! You don't even know what they did to me! They are all lunatics!"

"But you don't want to die right now." Jacques shrugged and said slowly, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been waiting for us here for so long. You worked as a cleaner in the police station? That must be a lot better, a lot of policemen Are you familiar? Such a big case will not be hidden from your ears."

Jacques paused, then continued: "When you find three plastic bags, you know that we will definitely link the previous cases together, and when you see the FBI approaching the door, you know that the time is up. You walk into the police station, try to get your information out of the sealed file, put it in the pile of juvenile cases that Constable Cooper gave us, and tie Clarnell Kemper, your sister, all morning , just to wait for us? Oh, I think, and look back at the girls from before when we come, huh?"

Reid's eyes widened. Behind Edmund Kemper, he saw dozens of pictures of girls tied up and struggling in terror scattered on the ground.

"Oh, they..." Edmund Kemper removed his right index finger on the trigger, rubbed his left hand against the corner of his mouth, and said nostalgicly, "They are so beautiful. You should see it. Huh?"

Ignoring Reid's warning, Jacques took a step forward and said, "Is it just them?"

"Of course not." Edmund Kemper smiled slightly, "A woman who is about to die, I don't know how many missing girls, I think we should be able to make a deal, right?"