CM The future I see without you

"Good boy, tell me, what did you see?"

"He's afraid..." The black-haired boy's soft and innocent tone made the man lying on the ground tremble, and the boy continued, "He, he took something, a small, silver thing..."

"Good boy." A pair of big gloves-wearing hands picked up the boy in the chair, patted his thin back lightly, and said soothingly, "Tell me, then what?"

"Ugh..." the boy gripped the man's shirt tightly, his head hurt like thousands of needles piercing his temple, he said, "There are a lot of people coming, trying to get Mr. Black to let me go, but He was holding me so tight, he was shaking."

The man on the ground was covered with scorching marks from the electric shock. He whimpered, but his eyes were full of fear for the boy.

"Why?" thought the boy. "Why are you so afraid of me? Jacob is a good boy."

"Okay, send him back." The man put the little thing in his arms in the hands of another person, took off his gloves, still couldn't help taking out a handkerchief and wiping his fingers in disgust, and said, "He's still too young." , but that's okay, we've got plenty of time. Let Black come over and see him again."

The man threw the handkerchief on the ground, and said: "Oh, bring a few more books, our little prince likes to read books. Also, pack up those goods quickly, and confirm the new location again. I don't want those Tiaozi caught me a little bit."

The big man standing aside like a ferocious jackal silently took the man's words to heart, then opened the door for the man like a docile Chihuahua, and watched the man leave.

"Okay." The big man took out the USB from the back of his waist and said to the people on the ground, "Dear Agent Einstein, now we have enough time to talk about where you put the USB drive."

**

The deep and heavy timbre of the cello gradually disappeared in everyone's ears with the breeze. At the end of the song, Jacques stood up from the nanmu chair, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed exaggeratedly.

The crowd applauded very much, and Garcia handed Jacques a glass of champagne thoughtfully.

"Oh, I don't drink." Jacques smiled and gently put the glass on the table, then picked up a glass of boiled water.

"Honestly." Emily looked at Jacques in amazement and took a sip of plain water, and said, "Even if I read it several times, I still can't accept it. Does this have a taste?"

"No."

"Then why can you still drink it?" Emily cried out in disbelief.

"Actually, in that magical country in the East, their traditional medicine believes that boiling water is a neutral substance that can take away toxins in the body and improve one's own immunity." Reid wore a plaid shirt, maroon His curly hair was pulled behind his ears, but Jacques actually thought Reid would look good with a middle parted hairstyle.

But his serious scientific appearance is still too cute, and people can't help but poke his face with their fingers.

"Oh, well." Emily pouted, and said, "But I can't accept this kind of drinking in my life. I'm used to getting some tea or something."

"But that country is still very desirable." Rossi leaned on the sofa, dangling red wine in his hand - a precious collection specially brought from his own home, squinting his eyes and said slowly: "I have always wanted to go there to see Look, it's a pity that there has never been a chance."

"The piece you played just now was the "Silk Road", right?" Morgan asked after thinking for a while.

"Yes." Jacques got himself another glass of water and said, "YOYO, YoyoMa."

"Wo!" JJ, Garcia, and Emily looked at each other, and exclaimed in surprise, full of banter.

The handsome chocolate guy felt a little hot on his face, he even saw Hotch's thousand-year-old indifferent face smiling slightly!He retorted angrily: "Hey! Don't look at me like that! I'm also a bit of an artistic person!"

"But Jacques is still far from Ma." Rossi stood up, looked at Jacques and said, "I've heard his concert, the sound of the piano..."

Rossi sighed deeply, squinted his eyes and exclaimed: "In that wonderful piano sound, you can see the sea and feel the desert. Jacques, your piano sound lacks the precipitation of time."

Jacques looked at Rossi's expression of resentment, and rolled his eyes gracefully.

He raised the cup in his hand, smiled and said loudly, "Thank you so much for helping me clean up the room. Here, I will toast you with water instead of wine!"

"You're welcome, handsome boy!"

"I'm looking forward to the Italian dinner tonight!" Morgan joked.

"Of course~" Jacques put down his glass and said, "We still have Rossi!"

"I can't lift a finger!" Rossi quickly denied amidst the roar of laughter, but no one paid him any attention.

**

"But didn't you drink a lot yesterday?" Jacques handed Reid a glass of milk and asked, "Why do you look so haggard?"

Reid forced his head off the table in pain, froze for a while, his eyes were not so confused.

Without speaking, he took the cup, and the scent of warm milk smeared in the tip of his nose.

Jacques saw the little stubble growing on the little doctor's chin, and his heart trembled suddenly. Before he could feel the strange throbbing, he heard Garcia's "da da da" footsteps behind him.

"Oh, God." Morgan was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and pushed the door in from the outside. Maybe last night was too beautiful. When he saw the PDA in Garcia's hand, his head started to throb again.

"My baby, seriously?" Morgan sighed and said, "There's another case, isn't it?"

"Oh, my poor, sweet-hearted Chocolate Prince, you didn't come home again yesterday, did you? Look at your clothes." Garcia tugged on Morgan's loose tie and said with a smile, "Come here, we're here again." There is a case."

**

"An unknown body was found in the toilet of a truck stop in Chattanooga, Tennessee yesterday." Garcia clicked on the screen and continued: "The day before this, 60 people were found in the toilet of a truck stop in Birmingham, Alabama. The body of [-]-year-old Claire Westchester. Both victims were…”

The cute girl can't go on, she misses the video of the kitten so much now, oh my god, even a photo can soothe her hurt heart.

"Been stabbed many times." Hotch took the words calmly, and said, "The victim's ears were cut off, and he also posed in the toilet. So the Atlanta Field Office specially invited us to help investigate this series of murders. The specific information has been published. Uploaded to the highway serial killer database."

"The two dumping sites are 237.3 kilometers away." Reid stood up, opened the map, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe the murderer thought that the police would not jointly file a case and investigate the dumping of corpses across state lines. Moreover, Atlanta is one of the largest long-distance transportation hubs in the country." One, there are three interstate highways in the country, and there aren’t many places like that in the country.”

"Although it's obvious, I still want to say it." JJ put down the tablet in his hand and said, "Our suspect is probably the truck driver."

"There are hundreds of unsolved cases in the highway serial murder database." Emily said with a sad tone, "Finding him is like finding a needle in a haystack."

"But judging from the time of these several cases." Rossi went on to say, "The murderer is still active, and he may commit crimes again."

"That's right." Hotch stood up and announced solemnly: "So we have to hurry up, the plane will take off in three and ten minutes."

Reid sorted out his exclusive paper documents, but saw Jacques staring at the forensic documents without saying a word.

He took a closer look, and there was a photo of the victim.

"Hey, how are you?"

Jacques raised his head slowly, leaned his tired forehead on the back of the chair, sighed, and said, "I think it's strange. I look at this..."

Reid followed the white and slender finger to the photo displayed on the PDA, which was the victim's ear that had been cut off and thrown on the ground.

"They all had their left ears cut off," Jacques said. "From the wounds, it was very rough. Then I felt extremely angry..."

Jacques didn't know how to speak, he struggled to organize his words, and then said: "But he was very confused. According to the past, I thought the suspect was a novice. Then, I saw this photo."

Reid frowned as Jacques slid to the next photo of Claire Westchester, 60, who had been stabbed seven times in the chest and neck.

"The medical examiner said the cause of death was excessive blood loss. But the fatal stab wound was in the carotid artery."

"so?"

Jacques zoomed in on the picture, pointed to the wound, and said, "This wound..."

"Very clean."

"Yes." Jacques stood up, looked at Reid worriedly, and said, "This kind of wound should appear on a very experienced and repeat offender."

"You mean we're dealing with a gang?"

"I don't know." Jacques put down the PDA in his hand and said, "But this wound gives me a pleasant, liberating pleasure. This pleasure and anger are continuous... Such a continuous emotional transformation is likely to come from the same person... I don't know Know."

Facing Jacques like this, Reid became at a loss. His thumb kept rubbing against his index finger. For the first time, he felt that the narrow analysis room became empty and silent. The silence in the air made Reid clearly hear the "bang" in his chest. Bang bang" beating heart.

"I should give him a hug." Reid thought like this, and then, without knowing why, he hugged the boy gently.

"I'm a little scared." The boy said sullenly in his arms.

"It's okay. I'm here." Reid said, a smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Forget it." Jacques pushed Reid's hands away, and laughed loudly, "You'd better go through the physical examination first, Dr. Reid~"

The doctor put down his arms regretfully, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked helplessly at the boy who had regained his vitality for a second.

"I passed it a long time ago. Hotch approved me to participate in the field work very early." Facing Jacques' ridicule, the doctor thought for the first time whether it would be better for him to train a muscle like Morgan's.