CM The future I see without you

"I haven't completed the detailed examination when I explained to the person in front." The elderly forensic doctor held up the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "But now I have enough time."

The forensic doctor leaned over, lifted a corner of the white cloth, and said: "The examination found that the ligament between the woman's pelvis and femur was torn, as if it had been dislocated many times."

Emily saw that the woman's hands were calloused.

"Crawling on the ground like a dog." The forensic doctor couldn't bear to say, he took off the white cloth on the calf, and there were scars all over.

"Have you seen these features before?" Emily put on gloves and rubbed a butterfly tattoo on the woman's left inner ankle. It must have been too long and the lines were blurred.

"Of course." The medical examiner took out a stack of documents from the last drawer on the desk and said, "Many years ago, that was the first case I took over."

Emily took the file, flipped through it briefly, frowned, and thought: "Three women. She may be the fourth girl that Rossi said was not found."

**

"Josie Behdart disappeared while going to the library. Four hours ago, her family could not contact her, so she reported the case." Garcia called Rossi and reported nervously.

"Let me guess, girl in her twenties, brown hair," Rossi said.

"Yes."

Rossi hung up the phone with an ugly look.

"What's wrong?" The gray-haired old lady stood up tremblingly with Reid's support.

Rossi just smiled and said, "There is a new discovery in our case. Ma'am, I want to ask, did Agent Giden ask you anything a few days ago?"

"Of course," said the old lady, "he asked me if my daughter had a butterfly tattoo on her foot."

Reid thought of the autopsy report sent back by Emily, and sighed.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Rossi, putting on his coat. "We'll get in touch with you if we have any updates."

"Thank you." The old lady patted Reid's arm lightly and said, "Son, say hello to that agent for me."

"Of course." Reid looked at the old lady's ignorant smile, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

**

"Josie Behdart, a 23-year-old local single woman, disappeared on her way to the library. The police found her phone in a trash can next to a phone booth." JJ said, "There is no surveillance video."

"Wait." Morgan took the report in JJ's hand and said, "It says that the previous victims all disappeared within one kilometer of this library."

"A very clear safe zone." Emily said, "It hasn't changed since 1978. This place should have something unique to him."

"Giden," Reid choked, before continuing, "he, if he's here to confirm his hunch, maybe he's got enough evidence."

"But the suspect found it first," Rossi said.

"Where?" Hotch asked. "Where did you find Giden? Where else could he have been, other than his local residence?"

"The restaurant in the town." Reid said, looking up sharply.

"Then Rossi, you and Reid..." Hotch was talking, noticing the phone buzzing in his pants pocket, he nodded, walked to a quiet place, and connected the phone.

Rossi took out the car keys and was about to start the car, but saw Hotch running towards this side with a serious face.

"what happened?"

"Jacques," Hotch opened the car door, got into the back seat, and said quickly, with an urgent look, "Go to this address first."

Rossi entered the address into the GPS, and it showed a farm just outside town.

"It's Jacques." Hotch said, recovering his breath, "He spoofed the security code for the police station's network and stole Sheriff Andrew's car keys. People over there said he went to this place. Reid, look at this. "

Reid took the PDA, looked at it for a while, and said, "Donnie Mallick is Gietie Mallick's nephew and heir to that farm." He frowned, and kept sliding his fingers, and said, "Well...here, Gietie Mallick, is Member of a bird watching club in the 60s."

Rossi listened silently, stepping on the gas pedal constantly.

Reid added: "He may be our suspect, the invoices on it show that he has been buying bird food, and he also has a high-performance rifle to his name."

Hotch took out the hands and the gun from the back of his waist and got ready, saying: "Let Garcia inform Morgan and Emily to call the police for backup, and JJ to check the bullets at the scene and Donnie Mallick's gun."

Reid hung up the phone after notifying Garcia, and suddenly asked: "Is Jacques alone?"

"It is said that a female police officer has been helping him, and the police station has become a mess." Hotch pursed his lips and said, "And they still can't be contacted, Jacques should be faster than us."

The trees outside the window flew back quickly, the sun had already set, and the sky was gloomy and terrible.

"It's going to rain," Reid thought.

**

When Hotch and his group arrived, the police car stolen by Jacques stopped at the gate of the farm with its door wide open, and there was no one inside.

Rossi and Reid took out their pistols and guns, and walked inside warily.

This is simply a paradise for birds. Rossi disgustedly kicked aside the straws and dry weeds by his feet. There were several boxes around him. When he got closer, he saw that they were all twisted bugs.

Reid was anxious, and walked faster. The passage was full of scattered twigs and broken earthen jars, and further ahead, there was a dilapidated wooden door that was hidden.

The sound of a woman's crying mixed with painful groans came faintly from behind the door.

Hotch held his breath and raised his hand to signal Reid and Rossi to be on alert. He tightened his grip on the gun and yelled, "FBI!"

The people inside struggled louder, but no one answered.

Hotch took a step back and kicked hard at the wooden door.

"coax"

The door collapsed, but there was only one bound woman inside, brown hair, Josie Behdart.

Rossi stepped forward to take out the cloth strip from her mouth, only to hear her panting, "There, there is a policewoman over there, gun, go quickly, go save her."

Reid looked around and found a police officer in uniform standing in the corner, probably the one who helped Jacques drive.

However, the policeman was knocked out and passed out, so he couldn't ask any useful information.

Reid's face became even uglier, Jacques was gone, and Donnie Mallick was with him, but Josie, who was the only sane Josie, seemed to be at her limit after saying those words. She rolled her eyes, as if she was about to faint at any moment.

"I'll take a look in the backyard with you." Hotch patted Reid on the shoulder after finishing the phone call.

In fact, Jacques has nothing to do.

After Reid and Rossi left, he sat in that cold interrogation room for a long time, so long that the police officers outside had changed.

He sighed and looked at the French written on the white paper. This was all the clues he could think of, but it was not enough. To catch that bastard, he also needed a powerful database and a computer. .

In fact, sometimes, the coat he was wearing would always remind him that you should trust your teammates, trust Reid, trust Rossi, they will catch that bastard, and they will avenge Jason.

But no, Jacques is too aware of the FBI's approach, too aware of the court's ruling.

It would be too kind of him to let that bastard spend the rest of his life in prison.

The door opened, Jacques looked up, and it was this woman again.She smiled, and it could be seen that she had touched up her makeup again, and her delicate and bright red lips were like sweet blood.

Jacques blinked at her subconsciously. The woman's cheeks were flushed and her breathing was rapid. She had come here many times, even though her friends in the same class had already left work, but she didn't want to, even for 10 minutes, she wanted to see that woman more youth.

She felt that she fell in love at first sight, even if the other party knew nothing about it, but she believed that she and that handsome young man would become the most perfect couple in the world.

Maybe she didn't expect Jacques to respond, she put a cup of strong coffee on the table in surprise, and pushed it in front of the young man.

Jacques has seen too many such eyes, he has no psychological burden at all, he mobilizes his facial muscles, the corners of his mouth are drawn down, his thick and slender eyelashes tremble slightly, like an ignorant and innocent child or a charming fallen angel.

"What can I do?" The female police officer heard her own voice full of excitement and impatience, oh, this won't work, you will scare him, calm down, take your time.

Jacques closed the door of the interrogation room and walked up to the policewoman step by step. The young man's palms were slightly cool, stroking the policewoman's cheeks as if holding a piece of treasure, his eyes were focused and clean.

She could barely hear the young man whispering in her ears, she felt that the air was thin, and the tip of her nose was filled with the breath of youth.She bit her lower lip, thought for a moment, then nodded.

Things didn't go so smoothly in the end. It wasn't until Jacques got out of the city in Sheriff Andrew's car unimpeded that the police station realized that there were thieves in their base camp.

Jacques blocked Donnie Mallick, but unfortunately he didn't have a gun with him. Donnie Mallick pointed a rifle at him and knocked the policewoman unconscious. Then he retreated to the backyard step by step according to the suspect's wishes.

There are huge and dilapidated wooden boxes piled up there, and immature cries of young birds can be heard from time to time in the corners.

Donnie Mallick's eyes showed disdain and ferocity. Standing in the cold wind, Jacques looked at the rifle, always having the illusion of returning to Syria.

He silently glanced at the distance, and then took a step forward without any trace.

Perhaps the wind was getting stronger, and the birds on the farm were singing more cheerfully, with each sound getting sharper.

Donnie Mallick's hand holding the gun was a little tired. To be honest, he was getting older, so he didn't have the energy of his prime.He tilted his head, and was about to shoot the young man who didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a brown bird fluttered past, he relaxed his guard, and his peripheral vision followed the bird to a corner of the sky.

Jacques stepped forward suddenly, bent down, firmly pressed the barrel of Donnie Mallick's rifle, and instantly lifted the muzzle of the gun, pushing him against the concrete wall with all his strength.

Donnie Mallick was still struggling, but his right elbow was crushed hard and he was kicked several times in the stomach.The severe pain made him speechless.

Jacques' right knee rested on Mallick's stomach and left hand. With one free hand, he folded the fingers holding the rifle outward. "Crack, click..." Mallick screamed. His entire right hand was pale, and his fingers Without the support of the bones, it was as limp as a torn strip of cloth.

The rifle fell to the ground, along with Mallick's lumbering body.

Jacques breathed a sigh of relief, he picked up the gun expressionlessly, and pointed the black muzzle at the man curled up on the ground.

In fact, that's fine, he has lost the strength to move, the pain in his fingers and abdomen has made him unable to speak, trembling all over, he is no longer in any danger.

Jacques heard the humming of the car's engine, getting closer.

Maybe it was the medicine, or maybe it was the cold wind, Jacques felt that his body was being dominated by another soul.He looked at the groaning and groaning Mallick in disgust, just like the FBI shooting tutorial instructed, raise the gun, aim, straight line, and pull the trigger.

"boom!"

**

When Reid found Jacques, he was holding the rifle, sitting on a large wooden box, shaking his legs, looking at the bloody man lying on the ground, dazed in a daze.

Reid ran over, looked carefully, and found that the young man had not suffered any injuries, and the biggest injury was that he accidentally bumped into the corner of the wooden box during the fight and got a bruise on his forehead.

Reid breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully held his hand, only to realize that the whole body of this person was icy cold.

Jacques bit his lower lip, he was no longer as tired and dazed as he was in the interrogation room, but more like an innocent and aggrieved child who accidentally broke a vase.He blinked at Reid, then threw the rifle casually on the ground, wrapped his hands around Reid's waist, and leaned his head obediently on his chest.

Reid patted Jacques on the back lightly, only to realize that he was still wearing that overcoat, and the light yellow slippers on his feet were covered with muddy water.

I don’t know why, maybe the dark night makes people more vulnerable. The tears that have endured for a day just fell like this. Reid felt that his shoulders were soaked. He sighed and hugged the young man in his arms tightly. Hold on, I don't know how long it took, he heard the siren from outside the farm, he heard Hotch yelling for an ambulance, he heard Sergeant Andrew cursing angrily, but now he doesn't dare to think about it, Reid It's just that even if it's five seconds, or only one second, it's fine to just hold him like this.

Today, he has lost a lot.