CM The future I see without you

"Everyone, this is Agent Sauniere." Hotch turned sideways, showed the young man behind him in front of his teammates, and introduced: "From today, he will be a member of our BAU."

Everyone didn't know what to say. BAU has always been short of manpower, but it is rare to insert new members suddenly when the old members are complete.

"Welcome." Rossi was the first to react, stood up and stretched out his right hand.

"Long time no see, D□□id." Jacques almost didn't smile, if pulling his mouth abruptly was considered a smile, then he smiled and shook Rossi's hand back, and gave him a deep hug.

Rossi corrected him with a doting smile: "It's UncleD□□id, brat."

Hotch separated the two who were still hugging at the right time, and introduced the rest of the team members to Jacques. Jacques greeted him with a smile on his face, but when it was the turn of the thin and gentle detective who was still like a student, Jacques But he didn't wait for the other party's hand to reach out.

"Spencer Reid."

He might be a little nervous, his slender fingers kept rubbing the seam of his trouser legs, his eyes wanted to stare at me, but he kept looking at the file.

"Oh, Dr.reid, I know." Jacques put his hands in his trouser pockets and replied, "I heard Jason mention it."

"He, he mentioned me?" Reid looked at him suddenly, hesitated again, "Oh, um, I mean, I mean..."

"Reid, Jacques will be with us all the time, you still have a long time to ask slowly." Hotch pulled out a chair and sat down, opened the file, "Sit down now, there is still a case waiting for us Solve it." After speaking, he nodded towards JJ, indicating that she can start.

"Durant, Oklahoma, in the past three days, three female victims were found blinded by acid after being tortured and sexually abused." JJ picked up the remote control on the table, a One showed the basic information of the victim on the big screen, and continued, "Abby Elcott, the first victim, was 19 years old, an art student, was attending an advanced painting class before she was killed, and was found two days after she disappeared. The second The victim, Beth Westerly, a 17-year-old coffee shop employee, was on her way to an aerobics class before she was killed."

"They were all low-risk victims." Emily said, staring at the photo in her hand.

Rossi added, "The girls look alike too."

"How far apart are the two abduction locations?" Morgan asked.

"5 miles." JJ pulled out a local map, marked the landmarks of the two buses, and then said, "One of the two corpse dumping locations is in an alley, and the other is in a cornfield."

"So he pinned their eyelids and blinded them." Rossi turned to the autopsy page and thought for a long time.

"Maybe it's about power and control," Morgan said. "He wants them to look and show off his abilities."

"Or maybe it's about the shame, maybe the suspect himself is disfigured, maybe blinding them is to make them feel helpless, hopeless, like a projection of him in his own eyes," Reid said.

"It's like enucleation," Emily said. "It's just that there is no scalpel. The tools are very special, sulfuric acid, eh? Is this concentrated sulfuric acid used in the factory or the kind in the laboratory? Has it been tested?" ?”

JJ shook his head regretfully, the local police just did the simplest inspection, such a small point was obviously missed by them.

"Garcia, make a list of occupations. We need to find out how the suspect came into contact with the sulfuric acid." Hotch closed the file, stood up, and said, "The plane will take off in three and ten minutes."

Everyone nodded, got up and walked out in twos and threes, preparing things for the business trip.

"Maybe now, you can tell me why a person who should be in the hospital is here?" Rossi and the others finished walking, and the entire meeting room was empty, before slowly asking.

"In fact, the proof of my physical recovery was submitted to the management a week ago." Jacques lowered his head and muffled his excuses, "As for why I appeared here so quickly, I think you can check AgentHotch's transfer Procedures. D□□id.”

"You should call me UncleD□□id, brat." Rossi smiled and glanced at the pale young man, but still worried, "No one knows your talent and kindness better than me, Jacques, I just hope you Be clear, no matter what happens, I will always be behind you."

"Of course." The young man responded softly, lowered his head actively, and put his hairy head under Rossi's generous palm.

Rossi chuckled a few times and rubbed vigorously, just like the first movement he made when he took the little boy out of that cold room 18 years ago.

**

Profilers are always the most scarce talents in the FBI, not one of them.Therefore, the resources in the bureau always seem to be put first by the profiler. Looking at the special plane in front of him, Jacques is still a little jealous. There is even a wine cabinet full of various types of wine in the tea room, oh my god Ah, there's even a coffee maker.

Back when I was in the emergency response team, all I could see were the cold guns and the yellow-green deck, and it was a luxury to drink a sip of warm water.

Fortunately, I am now a member of BAU.

Jacques chose a seat that was not far away from the team members and sat down. Leaning on the off-white leather seat, he picked up the file and flipped through it.

"The victims were similar in appearance, blond and blue-eyed, and they were all kidnapped not far from the bus station." Emily flipped through the photos and pointed out a key point, "But look at these two photos, the girl's clothes have been changed, oh, new The clothes don’t look very good, the style has been out of date for a long time, emmm, the color has faded in some places, it should be old clothes.”

"Is it possible that the suspect changed it?" Rossi said. "After all, the sulfuric acid may have corroded the victim's original clothes."

"Not necessarily, sulfuric acid can even turn the flesh into foam, he should have known this before he did it, and the dead victims are of no use to him, so why bother to change them into clean Yeah, uh, where's the old clothes?" Reid replied.

"Garcia, have there been any similar cases recently?" Hotch asked.

Jacques looked at a laptop on the table, where the funny red-haired girl kept typing on the keyboard, and replied after a carriage return, "Actually, two months ago, a gangster and a girl who ran away from home He was found raped and then killed, and was blinded by a knife."

"So, he's learning, knives become vitriol, does the change in usage mean anything in particular to him?" Hotch said after a pause.

Rossi put down the cup in his hand, and asked the drowsy black-haired young man leaning against the window, holding the documents in his arms, "Jacques, what do you think?"

Everyone's eyes focused on the young man by the window, more or less scrutinizing him.

"Um... oh, I think," Jacques blinked hard, rubbed his forehead again, and said in a husky voice, "It feels like a perverse, um... sex, chemistry Part, that is, the acid, exacerbates the victim's pain while also increasing the suspect's arousal threshold. Like, like that..."

Without waiting for everyone to think carefully, Jacques quickly added, "Ed.Kemper, yes, like Ed.Kemper, he..."

"Experiment on the substitute first, and then kill the object of your real anger, the famous female student killer." Reid picked up where Jacques paused, and explained the rest of the sentence.

"Yes," Jacques stared at the thin doctor for a few seconds, then turned his head and said to everyone, "but specifically, I want to see the corpse first before making a conclusion. After all, the autopsy report is too rough, maybe A lot of important information was left out."

"Okay." Hotch quickly issued the task, he frowned, and said, "Jacques, you and Reid go to the forensic department, Rossi and I go to the body dump, JJ goes to meet the family, Morgan and Prentiss go to the kidnapping site, anytime keep in touch."

**

After getting off the special plane, Jacques carried his luggage and climbed into the Chevrolet waiting at the airport. In just three seconds, Reid watched helplessly as the young man in a suit on the special plane melted into the back seat like ice cream under the scorching sun. Well, without a straight suit, even in Hotch's office, he can wear a straight black suit with the charm of pajamas.

The only companion was already lying dead in the back seat. His long legs took up two seats, and he refused to speak. Reid had no choice but to frown and briefly introduce himself to the local police officer who came to pick him up. Sit in the passenger seat.

"I said, are you really from the FBI?" Bob, the police officer who came to pick up the plane, asked with a look of disbelief, "My nephew, he looks older than you, you know he is now What are you doing?"

Before Reid could answer, he announced the answer loudly, "He's still eating instant noodles in my sister's basement!"

"Um...Actually, I..." Reid wanted to explain his age, but before he could finish, Bob interrupted him again.

"Oh, my God, you have to catch that damn bastard, you don't know how panicked people are in this town these days!" Bob hammered the steering wheel hard, and quickly changed the subject, "Durant It's a great place and she doesn't deserve to be spoiled like this!"

"Oh, by the way, you probably haven't tasted our blueberry bar yet, it's Durant's treasure!" Bob freed his right hand, slapped Reid's thin shoulder in a friendly way, and said, "Hey, buddy, wait for us Get that bastard and we'll have a drink! Seriously, though, aren't you a little skinny for an FBI, and the boy in the back seat, seriously, is he of age?"

Durant's forensic anatomy room is not in the police station, but on the basement floor of Maria Hospital in the town. When Reid and his party arrived at the entrance of the hospital, before the car stopped completely, Jacques in the back seat got up and opened the door. out.

"..." So you're just pretending to sleep all the way? Reid thought silently in his heart, picked up his messenger bag, looked at the fast-moving young man, rubbed his poor ears that had been bombarded all the way, and followed.