CM The future I see without you

"At least it's not because of the money." Emily came back from prison, and the local police detectives contacted a doctor who was imprisoned for selling organs on the black market for BAU. From his disgusted expression looking at the autopsy photos, Emily saw that The suspect's purpose, at least not for trading.

Hotch frowned, just now Garcia called and said that the organ sharing network is very tightly set up, and even she cannot transfer data at will.

There is no need to investigate this further.

He turned to Jacques, who was looking at the photo of Tony's wound sullenly, and said, "Is Reid back?"

Jacques looked up, saw the person behind Hotch who was about to knock on the door, and pointed with his chin indifferently.

Reid and JJ came back from the coroner's room, followed by Rossi and Morgan from the hospital.

"Tony, that poor kid remembered our suspect had a blood collection van," Rossi said to Hotch. "I think that's how he got the victim's profile."

"I asked Garcia to look up the blood collection trucks that are in use locally," Hotch said. "What did Reid find?"

"We went to see Richard Miller's body," Reid said to his teammates, taking a sip of coffee, "I don't think the suspect was doing it for money or anything, but more like the way a scientist treats a test object, look here. "

JJ thoughtfully projected the photos they brought back from the forensic room onto the screen. A regular round hole with a diameter of about 5 mm could be clearly seen in the joint cavity of the amputated limb.

Morgan wondered: "What is this?"

All eyes were on Reid, waiting for his explanation.

"This suspect, I think, the end point of his research is not amputation, but reattachment," Reid said.

"Reattaching one person's limbs to another person's body? Oh, that's crazy." Emily shook her head, she felt as if the world had never been normal.

"Detectives," the sheriff knocked on the door, and everyone felt a bad premonition. Sure enough, he said, "It seems that the No. 3 victim appeared in Maria Hospital."

Jacques stood up and said to Hotch, "I'll go."

"I'll go with you." After Reid finished speaking, he realized that everyone was looking at him with a smile. He still bowed his head in embarrassment, but Jacques snorted and walked away on his own.

**

"Jacob, did you find anything?" Reid opened the door and came in, and saw the young man lying on top of the corpse.

Jacques straightened up suddenly, suddenly the instrument in front of him became blurred, he felt the blood rushing down his body, and his brain was a little lack of oxygen, he staggered a step back before he could barely stand still.

Reid was startled, he ran over quickly, carefully circled Jacques, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay." Jacques felt better. He tilted his head, rubbed his left eye vigorously, and said, "Did the hospital monitor capture anything?"

"The suspect put him on the corner one block away, and let him walk to the hospital alone, um, with the leg that didn't belong to him." Reid took out an evidence bag with a note in it, Handed it to Jacques and said, "The suspect also left a note advising him that he should, oh, I mean, this poor man, injected with a high dose of cyclosporine."

"Cyclosporine? That doesn't make sense."

"Yes, this person has already developed gangrene and sepsis, and this kind of antibiotic is useless." Reid saw Jacques was still blinking vigorously, and asked worriedly, "Jacob, did you bring your medicine?"

"Oh, of course, of course." Jacques froze for a moment, and for some reason the topic came to him, he tried his best to smile and said, "Well, it's in the bag, of course I remembered to bring it here, I'm not a kid .”

Reid knew that he didn't bring it, and every time Jacques lied, he began to repeat it unconsciously, and then smiled special, special, well, Reid didn't know how to say it, but when he saw this kind of smile, his heart softened.every time.

Reid remained silent, he thought, Jacques was going to change the subject.

"Oh, look here." The young man put down his hand rubbing his eyes, bent down, pointed to the section, and said to the doctor, "He amputated this man, sewed it up, and then unraveled the sutures, and joined another person's right leg." .Oh, and this time he left something behind."

Reid squinted, using tweezers to pick up a white plastic cylinder from a sterile tray. "Surgical implant?" he asked.

Jacques nodded, guessing, "Like Emily said, he's trying to attach one person's legs to another person's body. So this is a hinge or something."

"But we, oh, I mean, even people with no medical background know that it's impossible." Reid thought it was too absurd. Rejection, the chance of surviving a severed limb is almost zero."

Jacques shrugged and said, "That's why he tried again and again. Until he succeeded, at least he thought he succeeded."

Reid understood what Jacques meant, sighed, feeling deeply powerless, he called Hotch and said to him: "Maybe we can give a profile."

"Go ahead," Jacques said to Reid, finding a chair and sitting down, "I, uh, I'm sending this implant to the physical evidence team so they can try to find the source."

"Okay. Be safe." Reid was still thinking about the case, not paying attention to Jacques, he walked out with his head down.

Jacques watched Reid walk away, heaved a sigh of relief, he leaned softly on the back of the chair, dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his head hurt so badly, he needed to rest for a while.

**

"It's basically a high-density assembly," Jacques looked at the tablet in his hand, and said to Reid on the other end of the phone, "it's designed for the movement of the legs, and the outer membrane is made of a mixture of inorganic and organic materials." resin, presumably to avoid rejection.”

"Let me guess," Reid said, holding up the phone, looking at the fourth amputated woman next to the trash can, "this resin is biodegradable, right?"

"Of course." Jacques nodded, he said, "A poor man with little medical knowledge but knows some skills in cutting limbs..."

"The undertaker," Reid called out, only to hear Jacques' smug laugh over the phone.

"Aha, I figured it out, JJ and Morgan have gone to the local funeral home, what about yours?"

About an hour after the profiling was done, the patrolman reported the discovery of a body in an alley in the center of town with fresh stitches on one of the thighs.

Under Hotch's instruction, Reid and Rossi rushed over immediately, just missing Jacques who came back from the physical evidence analysis room.

Reid held the phone between his shoulders and squatted down. Rossi's flashlight shone on the woman's left leg. He said: "The newly discovered victim is different from the previous one. This time it is the left leg. The skin color is different. There may be more One victim, the wound was not gangrene, it was very fresh, and the forensic doctor initially judged that he lost blood and died."

"Is there only one body?"

"Yes."

Jacques stood up, carefully staring at the photos on the whiteboard, and suddenly asked: "Reid, the suspect didn't send her to the hospital or throw her further away as before, but just dumped her in the city's trash can. Why did he In such a hurry?"

Reid and Rossi also thought about this problem, and the shortened interval also indicated that their suspect was about to finish his experiment, so these two women were most likely the final verification.

"But how did he pick the victims?" Rossi said to Reid. "There must be a standard here. Here, he has a blood collection truck, but Garcia said the blood types of the victims are different, it can't be a cross-match. Simple experiment, he must have his own screening criteria to capture prey."

Reid suddenly thought that there was someone who could help, he hurriedly said goodbye to Jacques, hung up the phone, walked to a remote corner, and dialed a number, "Well, I am very sorry to disturb you at this time, Dr. MaeveDonovan, I am Spencer Reid, I think I need your help with something."

On the other hand, Garcia did not find any useful information from the list of funeral personnel provided by JJ, even if compared with the blood collection vehicle users provided by Tony, the result was not satisfactory.

"What's worse, if he had his own equipment, there's a good chance we won't be able to find him," Emily said, holding a coffee mug.

"What did we miss?" Jacques and Hotch looked at each other, thinking they needed to sort it out.

Reid's powerful memory has been very efficient in doing this, but his phone is always on the phone.

Jacques was going to come by himself.

"First," he put Tony's photo on the table, thinking, "Tony said that the suspect has a blood collection vehicle, and the vehicle should be a means of kidnapping or a method of choice."

"What choice?" Emily asked.

Jacques explained: "If he wants the experiment to be successful, then the end result is a healthy leg or two transplanted to someone who needs it, this person is very important to the suspect, then the selected person or her leg is important. To meet the requirements of the suspect."

"Why can't it be what he needs?"

"He pursues perfection, that's why he did so many experiments, just for the last time to be foolproof." Jacques rubbed his eyes vigorously, the strong lights in the room made him a little dizzy.

Hotch nodded, thinking Jacques was right, "A man missing a leg rarely has this perfect complex."

"So who is this person?" JJ asked, sitting down just in time for the final discussion, as JJ and Morgan returned from the funeral home.

Jacques took a sip of water and said vaguely, "Wife? Child?" He thought for a moment and said, "If the change from male victim to female victim is because the suspect felt the experiment was perfect, he kept the woman for the last reconnection, then I tend to be a grown woman."

"So we're looking for an undertaker with an amputated wife?" Morgan asked.

Jacques thought for a while and felt that something was missing. He guessed: "Maybe it is not necessarily amputation. Let me think about it. In fact, there are many diseases that may be manifested as limb mutilation or limb atrophy. But the symptoms are the same as amputation. But This may involve professional genetics or medical knowledge, and we need professional personnel."

Hotch directly dialed Garcia's number, and without waiting for anyone, he directly reported the existing clues to her, hoping to find out something.

Jacques felt that the answer was on his lips, but the damn headache prevented him from concentrating. Although the analysis room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of flipping paper, he could hear the sound of "tick, tick" water.

The others didn't notice the sound, Jacques felt his head was going to explode, he slowed down his breathing, resisted the dizziness and stood up, and took the cup to the tea room while everyone was not paying attention.

Hotch is still waiting for Garcia's results.

It's a pity that even if Garcia narrowed the scope, there are hundreds of people who fit the profile.

"What if the wife is deformed by chickenpox? Garcia!" Reid hurried from outside and shouted into the phone.

Garcia froze for a moment, and hurriedly tapped on the keyboard.

"Oh, my God," Garcia looked at the final result in disbelief, and only one person's information was displayed on the screen. "John Nielsen, retired from the funeral home two months ago, and his wife Linda Nielsen has a disabled right calf due to chickenpox."

Hotch ordered decisively, "We've got to talk to him. Get Rossi and Jacques and we're off now."

"Rossi's in the car outside," Reid said, looking around and asking, "Where's Jacques?"

Emily was also surprised, and said, "I was still here just now."

"Reid, you stay with Jacques," Hotch said as he put on his suit jacket and motioned for the rest of the team to follow, intending to take a step ahead.

After thinking about it, Reid took the opened envelope out of his jacket pocket and put it in his bag before calling Jacques' cell phone.

After waiting for a while, I heard the familiar ringtone coming from the seat on the farthest end. Reid hung up the phone and found that Jacques' bag was still in the room.

There was still a small puddle of water on the corner of the table, which kept dripping on the floor.

Maybe it was to fetch water. Reid thought.

Just as he was about to ask the police officer where the tea room was, he saw Jacques wandering over from the other end of the corridor by himself.

"Jacob, Hotch and the others have already gone to the suspect's house, we have to chase..." Reid suddenly noticed that Jacques was dripping with sweat, his entire shirt seemed to be soaked, the young man's face was pale, and his eyes were dazed and dull.

Reid stepped forward to hold his shoulders, only to find that the young man was limp, his whole body was weak, his steps were weak and his limbs were weak.

"Jack, are you okay?"

Jacques is not good, there is a saw in his head, the soft brain tissue is like a tree branch that was trampled under his feet, the green juice splashed out, and the acrid sweat slid in the strands of hair In his eyes, pain and despair blurred his vision.

He took a deep breath, he couldn't fall down here.

Jacques leaned on the wall, almost staggering step by step. The long corridor seemed to be endless. The strong and dazzling incandescent light blurred his vision, and Jacques felt that he had returned to that nightmare.

Until a pair of warm hands supported him, like an instinctive reaction of the body, Jacques felt safe.

He sat on the chair, the light in the analysis room was turned to a dim nightlight mode by Reid, Jacques took a sip of water with difficulty holding the glass while trembling, watching Reid take out a familiar bottle from his own bag.

"Jacob, you know, this medicine..." Reid wanted to say, this medicine was taken too much and too often, causing serious side effects, and he also wanted to say why didn't Jac talk to me about your illness?

He wanted to ask and talk too much, but as soon as he met those expectant eyes, he couldn't say anything. Reid poured two white pills from the bottle and handed them to the eagerly waiting young man.

It's like a powerful psychological suggestion. Once he took the medicine, even knowing that the pill was still in the stomach and did not enter the blood circulation, Jacques also relaxed. He wiped his sweat and said hoarsely to Reid: "Why are you back? Are there any clues?"

"We may have found the suspect, Hotch and the others went first."

Jacques thought for a long time, and he seemed to understand what Reid meant. He nodded blankly, and said softly: "Why don't you go to them first, I, I'll wait for you to come back here, Hotch still needs your help .”

"Alright." Reid thought for a while, then covered Jac with his coat, and said to him, "Go to sleep for a while, the medicine will come back later."

"Got it, let's go."

Jacques smiled and watched Reid wave away at him. He was about to rest on the table for a while, only to find that Reid's phone was still in his coat pocket.

He took out his phone, and the screen turned on automatically.

Jacques didn't click on it, Reid's phone blocked the content of the text message, and he only saw a name.

Maeve Donovan.

The brain seemed to freeze instantly, and it seemed that it took a long time before Jacques put down the phone.

He felt he needed two more pills.