CM The future I see without you

"The girl has multiple stab wounds to the neck and chest." The forensic doctor handed the information to Reid, specifically pointing out "and the genitals."

"It may be that the frustration triggered the suspect's strong anger, which is obviously excessive killing and torture." Reid frowned, turned a page, and continued, "It may also be caused by the suspect's impotence and defects... Um... Jacques, are you okay?"

Sweat slid down the young man's pale face, and his black hair was soaked in the cold light but glowed softly.

Jacques took off the disposable gloves, licked his bloodless lips, and said to Reid, "Look here, and here."

Reid looked in the direction that the white finger was facing. The girl's entire face was corroded by sulfuric acid so that she couldn't see the original appearance. He bent down a little and observed carefully before he understood what Jacques asked him to pay attention to.

Although the facial skin and muscles have been sulfated and entangled, if you look carefully, you can still find that the girls' eyes, mouth, and nose are especially serious.

"Why?" Reid murmured.

The face that exuded a youthful and beautiful atmosphere was now just a dark part of the physical evidence, and the skin corroded by sulfuric acid roared ferociously at Jacques.The small space seemed to be filled with the screams of the girls as they struggled. Jacques rubbed his eyes with his hands, fell silent for a moment, and said, "The eyes blinded by sulfuric acid are not the characteristics of the suspect. He is not facial. damage, or shame..."

"It's to deprive them of their facial features, sight, smell, and taste..." Reid closed the file and looked at the young man worriedly, "But, are you really okay?"

"Huh?" A trace of confusion flashed in Jacques' eyes, and then he regained his clarity. He casually put his hands in his pockets and said, "Oh, of course, I'm fine, let's go."

Reid looked at the sweat-soaked white shirt on the back of the young man, but his heart was full of bewilderment and doubts about being rejected.

"D□□id, I think, the suspect's appearance is not as flawed as I first guessed, it should be an IQ or other problem, but it can arouse the sympathy and pity of passers-by, so he should be well taken care of. "Jacques sat back in the car, tapped the door frame with his fingers, and continued, "There should be a woman who is not related by blood in the family who takes care of him. That is the ultimate goal. The suspect wants to possess it crazily but... ...or in other words, this relationship cannot be valued by the person concerned..."

"So, those girls are the test subjects and the way to vent your anger." Rossi looked around the remote alley and said, "And what else, Jacques, what did you feel?"

Tapping his fingers suddenly stopped, Jacques closed his eyes in pain, and the sweat slid down the white and tender skin of his neck and into the white collar of his shirt, disappearing. "Rossi, I can't get her, I'm mad, they're making out in front of my eyes, his hand is up her skirt, but, but I'm sitting on the side, me, me,"

"Jac, what did you see?" Rossi's question interrupted Jacques' inner rage.

What did I... see?

"A... girl." Jacques opened his eyes, and the chestnut curly-haired doctor walked towards him step by step with the ridiculous diaper strapped to his waist. He continued to talk to the phone, "A girl in a blue dress Girl, she...is not her, but it is the continuation of her life, in her, I found a replacement, I, got relief."

Reid sat back in the passenger seat, saw the young man behind him hang up the phone, and asked, "Bob, uh, where's the police officer?"

"I don't know, the car was unlocked when I came over."

"Um, alright." Reid called and learned that Bob had just gone to the bathroom and was on his way back. Reid breathed a sigh of relief, and called Hotch to report the situation on the forensic side.

Jacques watched the doctor hang up the phone, turned his head and looked at himself hesitantly, with a look full of questions that he wanted to ask but nervous and didn't know how to ask, he secretly laughed in his heart.

"So, Dr. Reid, you know Jason." Jacques lowered his head, folded up the sleeves of his shirt, and spoke first.

"Well," Reid gently twisted the strap of the messenger bag with his fingers, and replied softly, "Gideon led BAU to handle many cases, he..."

"He also takes you, step by step to learn to handle cases, learn to communicate, and learn to grow." Jacques looked at the silent young man in the rearview mirror and said, "It's just like what he taught me before."

"I think you know, Dr. Reid," Jacques said slowly after thinking for a long time, "For him, you are not only a student, but also a...Emm, like, his child."

"Just like you." Reid was about to say the words full of jealousy, but he held back, and replied lonely: "But he left, he left."

"But he has been silently paying attention to you." Jacques said, "He can't be with you for the rest of his life. He also has his difficulties, and he will also be tired. Moreover, he can't say goodbye without saying goodbye, can he? , Dr. Reid."

Reid remembered the letter, and when he was about to say something, the door of the driving position was suddenly opened.

"Hey, did you guys get any news? That bastard was caught just now!" Bob sat back in the driver's seat excitedly and said.

The whole car sank down suddenly as he entered. Reid looked up, seeing the surprise and confusion on his face in Jacques' eyes.