CM The future I see without you

"I can't figure it out, I think I have to start looking again, looking for the belief in college..." Reid said silently, closing the small book that he brought out from the cabin, and the page was still there. Posted a picture of Sarah.

"Do you remember the letter he wrote you?" Rossi asked as he drove the car.

Reid looked down.

Rossi sighed and said, "Losing Jason is something none of us want. Reid, listen to me, sometimes you hide behind walls and shield us all, and that's normal. But, not now. "

The Chevrolet turned into the police station and parked firmly at the gate. Rossi pulled out the car key and said, "We need you. Jason needs you."

Reid was silent for a while, he put the black leather book back into the bag carefully, and nodded.

Roanoke is located in Virginia with a mild climate, perhaps because it has Roanoke University, a well-known liberal arts university in the United States, and the local people are always gentle and humble.

At least along the way, almost everyone looked gentle, and rarely saw bad boys and girls or violent street elements.

When Rossi walked into the police station, he saw many beautiful female police officers talking excitedly, looking at the interrogation room from time to time.

The atmosphere is harmonious and eerie.

"Hello, are you agents from BAU?" A burly middle-aged man in a police uniform came over. He chose one of the more reliable agents and extended his hand in a friendly manner.

Rossi shook his hand back naturally, showed his ID to the visitor, and said, "You must be Sergeant Vincent, Andrew introduced you to us."

"Oh, I'm not the sheriff yet." Vincent smiled smugly and said, "The promotion report was handed in yesterday. Andrew always likes to joke."

Reid looked towards the interrogation room, and in just 5 minutes after entering, three female police officers entered with coffee cups, but all of them came out disappointed.

"That weird guy is there." Vincent caught Reid's gaze and explained, "Our girls haven't stopped since he got locked in."

He waved his hand helplessly, and said: "If Andrew told you at the scene, then you go directly. That young man hasn't said a word until now, he doesn't know what he is drawing, and he used several sheets of paper .”

Rossi nodded and walked towards the interrogation room.

Reid pushed open the door, and saw a familiar person lazily slumped on a chair, with half of his body lying on the table, black hair scattered on the glass table, his fair and tender cheeks deformed by pressure, and long eyelashes drooping. When he stood down, he couldn't see the thoughts in the young man's eyes clearly.

In such a cold weather, he was only wearing a blue pajamas. Reid took a deep breath and walked to Jacques, only to find that he was still barefoot, wearing a pair of goose yellow bunny slippers. Which female police officer kindly provided.

"Why are you here?" Rossi pinched his eyebrows, feeling extremely tired, he pulled out a chair and beckoned Reid to sit down.

Jacques stopped the pen in his hand, and looked up blankly, with a few obvious indentations on his cheeks.

He didn't speak, just handed Reid a few pieces of paper in his hand.

this is. ． ． ． ． ． Reid thought about it, and looked at the next few photos before he was sure.

"This is Nelson's Sand Gull," Reid said. "The body shape is no different from ordinary birds. But they are naturally timid, and there is one thing that is very special. If they encounter danger, they will not follow the instinct to fly away from the threat, but walk. escape."

Rossi took the paper, the lines were distorted and messy, and he didn't know how Reid could tell.He asked Jacques: "Why are you there? Jason is still in touch with you?"

Jacques kept turning the pen with his left hand, like a dance on his fingertips. He was silent, as if organizing his words.

After a long time, Jacques put down the pen in his hand and said, "I had a lot of dreams..."

His voice was hoarse, and even he was startled. After a long time, he continued: "When I wake up, I will be there."

The young man looked confused, the bright light shone on him, and it seemed that the tiny hairs on his arms could be seen. Reid took off his coat and gently covered the young man's shoulders.

Jacques pulled himself into the coat like a groundhog, the warmth regained his strength, and he continued: "I didn't see the murderer, when I woke up Jason..."

He took a deep breath, changed his words, and said, "The victim has no vital signs. I don't know what to do, just sit there."

"What about this one?" Rossi raised the painting in his hand and asked.

"This, I should ask you." Jacques said, "Did you go to the scene? He was shot at least four times. Maybe the murderer's first shot pierced his dominant hand. Jason's bullets hit the doors and windows." , but his last shot was at the painting hanging in the corner of the living room at least fifty paces from the door."

"Draw?" Rossi looked carefully at the indistinguishable lines on the paper. He thought of the science books and picture albums full of birds in the cabin. He remembered the name of the bird that Reid said, Nelson Sandgull.

After thinking about it a few times, the always elegant Italian man seemed to have remembered something, lost his composure, stood up abruptly, and the chair fell to the ground with a bang.

Memories come like a flood.

20, Salem, Roanoke County, Virginia.Every three months in that year, a woman was killed. She was in her [-]s and had dark brown hair. She was first strangled to death and then dumped in the cemetery. The only thing special was that the murderer would put a small bird in the woman's hand. Little brown bird.

Rossi still clearly remembered that the case was not over. Just when Louise and Jason were about to find the key clues, the murderer suddenly stopped committing crimes. The longer the interval, the less information he had, and the case became unsolved.

Not even the last missing girl was found.

Jacques was wrapped in Reid's coat, and the familiar smell filled him with a sense of security and made him drowsy.

Rossi narrowed his eyes, he was going to a place, an original place.He had a hunch that Jason's death was closely related to him.

He took out a small bottle from his trousers pocket, handed it to Reid, and said, "I need to make a phone call and ask him to take the medicine first. As soon as possible, we will leave right away."

"What about Jacques?"

"He hasn't passed the psychological test, you forgot?" Rossi said, looking down at the number, "Just let him stay here, at least he's safe here."

**

"Following these leads, Garcia found an unidentified woman in her 50s found in a small shallow pit outside of Salem. The cause of death is unknown and there were no violent tendencies," Hotch said to Rossi on the phone. No birds were found either."

"Bird, does it have any special meaning?" Morgan asked.

"According to previous information, the murderer in this case has a special fascination with small brown birds, especially...Nelson's sandgull." Rossi paused, and he saw Reid flip over Giden's previous notes, which read It was densely written with possible ideas and clues, and the name of that special bird was scratched with red lipstick.

That's the sign Louise made.

"Why is Giden looking into old cases all of a sudden?" Hotch asked.

JJ turned over a newspaper on the table and replied: "Maybe, he saw a news item in the National Daily that piqued his curiosity."

"The same forest and the same modus operandi in the title caught his attention," Hotch said, raising an eyebrow.

"But the modus operandi is gone," Morgan added.

Rossi took the previous report and replied as he read it, "So he drove to Roanoke to make sure it wasn't a coincidence."

"Maybe it's not a coincidence." Reid bent down and picked up a piece of paper from the ground, which was full of complicated lines and marked in detail in short French.

If I read it correctly, this should be a portrait of a young woman.

He speculated and said, "20 years ago, this woman was also in her 20s." Reid handed the portrait to Rossi, pointed to a short French word, and said, "Brown hair. Maybe the suspect stopped killing because he found him." wanted, and locked her up."

"But the woman's recent death has thrown him into disarray, and maybe he's looking for a replacement," Hotch said.

"If he followed his previous practice, he would probably continue to kill until he found a satisfactory person." Hotch picked up the phone and said, "D□□id, we will meet you in the past."

He walked at the end of the line, stopped JJ quietly, paused, and said, "Stay here and stay with Garcia."

JJ looked back at the girl whose eyes were still red, and nodded understandingly.

**

Rossi held the corner of the paper. He still remembered that the police at that time refused to list the girl as a missing person because she had run away from home. Her mother had no choice but to find BAU and begged bitterly. .

But the FBI has no authority.In desperation, Jason had no choice but to accept the photo of the girl, and Louise drew this picture when she came back.

"Louise?" Reid recalled Jacques' profile and asked, "Is...his mother?"

Rossi found a few pieces of waste paper, dusted off the chair, sat down, and said, "Louise sauniere, yes, Jacques' mother."

With a look of nostalgia on his face, he said, "A little princess from France, Little Canary. But she is not a character to be trifled with."

Reid sat by and listened quietly.

"Her father, the Duke of Sauniere, wanted her to marry an unknown tycoon, and then the girl rebelled, just like the plot of a novel, she broke away from that family, and even changed her nationality." Rossi remembered the corner of the girl's mouth It rose up unconsciously.

"And what happened next?" Reid asked.

"I don't know exactly what happened." Rossi said, "She didn't stay here for a long time, and was transferred by her superiors. Later I heard that she met her true love and planned to leave. Later, we lost contact. , Many people said that Jac's father died unexpectedly, Louise committed suicide, and Jac was secretly transferred to an unknown island by the bureau. I saw him again, which was the time he came to BAU to report."

There was a wordless silence in the dreary room, the air was so quiet, Reid stared at the portrait on the table, he thought of the bird painted by Jacques.

The similar messy lines and rough strokes seem to express the inner depression.