CM The future I see without you

Jacques frowned and hung up the phone in his hand, staring at the half-melted ice cream in the glass bowl on the nanmu table, still thinking about the question on the phone and his own answer in his mind, his slender white fingers kept turning With Silver Spoon.

Reid watched him hang up the phone, put down the pen in his hand, got up from the Jacques newly bought jute carpet with an East Asian style, bypassed the books piled up into hills, came to the restaurant, and put a thick stack of books into the dining room. The A4 printing paper was placed in front of the young man, and then he pulled out a high chair and sat in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Reid asked.

Jacques was stunned, his eyes shifted to the worried face of the doctor, he shook his head slowly, he put the spoon in his hand into the petal-like glass bowl, slowly stirred the vanilla ice cream that blended solid and liquid, and said: " Nothing, just a phone test from LSA."

LSA, the eight-dimensional leadership assessment system, is a set of talent selection programs based on personality, cognition and competency selected and implemented by the FBI in the leadership demand standards for middle-level management positions.

Reid wasn't very surprised, but just gave a soft "huh".A few days ago, Jacques has completed the first online assessment and the first two rounds of telephone testing in the second phase. Now that the last project is over, all he needs to do is wait for his superior to give an assessment report on his ability.

"Have you corrected it?" Jacques stopped what he was doing, picked up a stack of papers on the table, and flipped through them casually, but he didn't see the familiar traces of blue ink. He said doubtfully, "Or, should you? Have you started watching it yet?"

Reid moved the shapeless ice cream away from Jacques' new silver laptop before wiping his hands on the napkin on the table and saying, "There's nothing to change, at least this one." I don't see any problem with the version."

"That would be great." Relieved, Jacques put the paper down and said, "If you can't even see what's wrong, it's even less likely that they will find a loophole. Hey, why didn't I think of it sooner?" What about you? This paper is driving me crazy, let me think about it, Emmm, 8 times, at least 8 times, that old man made me change it at least 8 times..."

"Six times." Reid corrected him and said, "You're exaggerating. Besides, your instructor just hoped that you could live a better life. Last time he wrote in his comments..."

"Oh, no, Spencer, don't talk about him anymore." Jacques lowered his mouth, put his hands on his chin, looked at the doctor with a pitiful look, and begged, "My head is about to explode, okay? !"

"Okay." Reid stopped talking helplessly.

Jacques lay listlessly on the table, the collar of the loose linen home clothes drooping, revealing the young man's white chest, Reid retracted his gaze, crossed the table and poked the hairy head with his index finger, waiting for the young man to look up innocently , he slowly reminded: "Don't you think there is something missing in this room?"

"What?" Jacques looked around suspiciously, the corners of the room were filled with books that Reid bought from somewhere, and the off-white fabric sofa that Reid used to study Giden in the living room was filled with books The relevant maps needed for the case are just that he usually throws them aside after finishing the geographical survey and writing, and said to himself with a serious face, "I put it in this position specially, so that they will look more organized. ".

According to him, although the whole apartment seems to be in disorder, the law of order is revealed in the disorder, and people with an IQ lower than 187 will not understand it.

So when Reid asked, Jacques really didn't see anything missing.

"So what's missing?" Jacques didn't understand and asked again.

Reid sighed, left the wooden table in the dining room, walked to the bedroom, bent down, and stretched out his hand on the ground to fish out the long-lost robot vacuum from under the bed, then returned to Jacques, and said seriously: "It's under our bed It has been at least three hours, and it has not independently searched for a power source to charge as you said, look, look here, the indicator light is not on."

"It's also possible that your book blocked its way." Jacques analyzed seriously, and said, "emmm, you may not know that the latest model of Irobot has a cleaning rate of at least 80.00 in the manual. %[-], and don't you realize that..."

"I've read the latest report, which said that the cleaning rate of the same batch of cleaning robots of this kind of cleaning robot may vary by more than 60.00% and [-]%, and," Reid turned the poor sweeping robot mercilessly in front of its owner, Open the cover, point to the dusty tail air outlet, and say, "The high-speed rotating blower generates negative pressure to absorb dust. Do you know how many decibels it will generate when it is working?"

"Emmm...how much?" Jacques asked cautiously.

"35 to 72 decibels." Reid said seriously, "and the federal definition of ambient noise is no more than 45 decibels."

Jacques stood up, took his robot back from Reid, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, I see."

"You take it and prepare to..."

"Put it downstairs."

Reid silently reminded again: "There are already three in your apartment, and they were all taken from here."

"What's the matter?" Jacques bypassed Reid, put his right hand on the doorknob, and said suddenly when he was about to open the door, "Will you help me go down and get a courier later, Spencer?"

"My God, what did you buy again?!"

"Sweeping robot!" Jacques smiled shyly, and said, "When I called just now, this thing didn't make any sound. I thought it was broken, so I placed another order and bought another one. Hey, what a coincidence Unfortunately, that store is at the intersection, and the boss said that there is no need to go through logistics, and asked his son to deliver it directly to us."

Reid didn't know what to say, he put his hand on his forehead weakly, looked at Jacques who was blinking his eyes deliberately, and remained silent.

"I just have to trouble you to go downstairs to get it, that young man can't come in directly." Jacques said with a smile, opened the door and left, as if knowing that Reid would definitely agree to his request.

Although there was a lot of reluctance in his heart, Reid still planned to go, but, not immediately, he stood at the door with his hands on his hips, staring at the half-open door motionlessly, glanced at his watch, and silently counted the time in his heart.

When counting to ten, the door was knocked open from the outside with a "bang", and Jacques leaned half his body in, looking embarrassedly at the doctor who was still there.

Reid took out a key from his pants pocket and handed it to him, Jacques breathed a sigh of relief, took the key with a smile, and closed the door again with a "bang".

Obviously, the survival probability of high-tech tools in Spencer Reid's apartment has nothing to do with Reid's thoughts, but is strictly proportional to the number of times Jacques clicks on the Amazon page.When the doctor was deeply aware of this cruel fact, it was too late to order Jacques to transfer the obsolete electronic products to his own apartment. Under the seemingly peaceful cohabitation life, in fact, there are high-tech products everywhere. The jungle survival law of natural selection, the only criterion for this law is the love of their master, Jacques.

Sometimes, Reid doesn't even know that the exact same electric razor on the sink has been changed three times by Jacques quietly.But overall, at least one good thing is that when Garcia, Emily, and JJ chat about the latest mobile phone or laptop computer, I can also say a few words.

"Strange, you used to be..." Emily turned her head and looked Reid up and down in surprise, and said, "Garcia also said that you saved a PDA budget for her!"

"Oh, people, you always need to grow up." Reid ended the topic with a slight smile, turned around and sat back in his seat, took out his phone, and left a message of "I won't talk if you ask me again" The back view shows the three gossiping beauties of BAU.

"Oh!" Garcia suddenly thought of something and screamed strangely. The two small buns on her head were hanging down with blue and purple tassels dangling. She rolled her eyes, lowered her voice, and said jokingly, "I think I know what's going on."

JJ and Emily looked at her smug expression of "Quickly ask me and I'll tell you" with a funny face, and begged with great face: "What's going on? Garcia. Tell us quickly! Don't be a secret!"

"Of course it's Jacques!" Garcia replied briskly, "Didn't you realize that since Jacques completely moved into Reid's apartment, Reid has... understood all these things? Oh, God, he is now a real What an all-around genius!"

"At least he's not physically fit. Have you forgotten what he didn't pass the physical test last time?" Emily raised her eyebrows and complained.

JJ said: "But now he doesn't need it. Hotch said that as long as Spencer has enough time on the field, he doesn't have to take the physical examination in the bureau."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Hotch coming out of the office with a brown file bag in his hand and Jacques, nodding seriously at her. JJ put away his smile and said to the two ladies, "We have a case."

"Huh?" Garcia asked, "But, but I didn't get..."

"Garcia," said Hotch, who had already gone downstairs and walked quickly to the analysis room, "The information was sent directly to me, and everyone was asked to gather."

"Oh, oh, yes, Sir, I'll be right away!"

**

"About one o'clock this afternoon, there was a case of robbing a school bus." Hotch said quickly, he motioned his teammates to look at the PDA in his hand, there is more detailed information, "At present, we only know that there are 24 students on the bus , a driver and a supervisor, the GPS device was turned off, and the last available location information was two hours ago, the traffic department traced the route of the school bus but found no traffic accident and school bus-related clues." He paused, and then continued: "This is a multi-department joint operation. The ground search team has already started a blanket search. Just now Strauss has reported to seek helicopter support. We need to treat it as a large-scale kidnapping case first."

"Have you tried to make any contact with the passengers in the car?" Rossi asked, frowning.

Hotch shook his head and said, "No response so far. But the students who got off the bus at the first two stops have been confirmed safe."

Reid shifted his gaze from the PDA in Jacques's hand to Hotch's solemn face, and said to him: "Usually there is, um, about eighty gallons of diesel fuel on the school bus, and each refueling can make it run about 550 miles, maybe it's still within [-] miles of where it was lost."

Hotch nodded, and quickly recorded Reid's conjecture on the PDA in his hand. He turned off the screen and urged: "The headquarters is set up in Central High School, we need to get there within 15 minutes, the students on the school bus Parents will be there waiting for us."

He turned his head to Jacques and said, "You and Reid go to the location where the school bus lost contact. Maybe there is some information that the local police missed."

Jacques nodded and said, "Okay."

Reid next to him didn't respond for a long time. Jacques turned his body and looked at him suspiciously. The doctor was staring blankly at the Nokia in his hand and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Spencer?" Jacques called softly.

Reid trembled in his heart. He raised his head and looked at Jacques's clear blue eyes in surprise, but subconsciously covered the phone with his fingers. Only then did he realize that the people around him were already getting up and ready to go, and Hotch and Jacques said nothing look at yourself.

"Hotch asked us to go and take a look at the scene." Jacques reminded him.

"Oh, okay." Reid answered quickly, he quickly put the phone back in his pocket, and then said to Jacques, "I'll go drive right away."

Jacques watched the doctor disappear in a hurry at the door, and then said to Hotch: "I will think about your suggestion just now after this case is over, but, I think, emmm, let's take it easy."

Hotch looked away from Reid's back. He looked into the blue eyes of the young man, hesitated for a while, and reminded him, saying, "You, you'd better discuss it with Reid. It never lost its proportion.”

"I know." Jacques replied flatly.

**

The sensation caused by the sudden disappearance of a school bus carrying 24 students was far beyond Jacques' imagination. He slid his fingertips to the left on the screen fifteen or six times in a row before he finished reading all the current news reports, but this It is also the result of the police's constant pressure on the media.

Garcia hung up the phone and said to his teammates in the car: "The local police station found a backpack half a mile from the second station, and it contained all the children's mobile phones."

"Turn off the GPS, throw away the phone, they probably planned everything in advance," JJ said.

Holding the steering wheel, Reid turned his head and glanced at JJ who was sitting on the co-pilot seat, and asked puzzledly: "Then what are their screening criteria? Oh, I mean, there will be a total of seven school buses passing by on this road." , why this one? Is there anything special about it?"

"I don't know if it's special, but what I want to ask is," Jacques asked with his index finger resting on an old lady's ID photo, "Isn't it enough for a school bus to have only one driver? How is this supervisor?" What's going on?"

Just as JJ was about to answer, the phone buzzed and vibrated. She pressed the green call button and said, "Morgan, I turned on the speaker."

"Kevin checked the driver's file, Roy Webster, and there was a strange thing. The school recorded that he had a lot of quarrels with students in the past three years, but no formal punishment was taken." Morgan said.

Jacques thought for a while, and then matched the name of Kevin with the face of the man with black-rimmed glasses sitting next to Garcia when he went to the party some time ago, he thought for a while, and said: "So that supervisor came to monitor the driver ?"

"It's hard to say." Emily sat next to Morgan, looked at the PDA in her hand, and replied, "When the teenager is in the midst of rebellion, the driver may have just lost his temper a little, so the school didn't take any punishment against him." .”

"But it could also be his revenge for years of being angry." Rossi turned to Emily and said, "Go to school first, no matter what the situation is, the people there always know."

Indeed, without enough and detailed information, judgments will always be disrupted by countless possibilities, and a large part of such guesses will only interfere with one's own thoughts.After discussing for a while, everyone didn't make much progress, so they hung up the phone. Jacques closed the protective cover of the PDA, closed his eyes a little tiredly, and leaned his head back against the back of the car, only then did he feel the pain in his head was better.

Reid sent Garcia and JJ to Central High School first, and then continued to drive along the route of the school bus to the missing location.

The doctor pulled out the key, got out of the car, looked around, and sighed.This is the most remote section of the expressway, and there are no buildings around, let alone witnesses.

But for robbers, it is indeed a good place that is easy to get.

Jacques followed Reid, blocking the glare of the sun with his hands, squinting at a black Toyota abandoned on the side of the road, and said, "1976..."

He just started, and Reid took the conversation naturally, and said: "Yes, in the robbery of the Chowchilla school bus, the robber used the car breakdown as a cover to attract the attention of the school bus driver. Fortunately, the driver responded in a timely manner. Casualties."

Jacques walked to Toyota, took the blue gloves from the police officer on the side, and opened the door through the plastic film gloves. The inside looked much dilapidated than the outside, but it was clean.

"The car has already been checked." The policeman said to Reid, "It is a car from a nearby car rental market. It is sold in cash, and there is no hair left by the robber or other things that can be detected in the car." DNA stuff."

"Spencer," Jacques took out the frantically vibrating cell phone in his pocket, clicked on the screen and glanced at the information on it, and said to the doctor standing next to the police officer and looking around, "Hotch said Garcia found the hidden GPS signal of the school bus, the address It's been sent to your phone, we need to get there quickly."

Reid nodded, he followed Jacques into the car, fastened the seat belt, and when the phone was turned on, it was not the address from Garcia, but the text message page chatting with Maeve, the last text message was from her twenty minutes ago Sent, only a few short words.

"They found the driver's body." Jacques didn't notice Reid's abnormality. While talking about the latest developments, he was engrossed in looking at the photos and the preliminary forensic examination report that Rossi sent him, and muttered, "First shot On the right leg, the second shot was on the sixth rib to the left of the sternum, the wound was small in caliber but the internal cavity effect was obvious, estimated to be a 0.45acp flathead bullet..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help rubbing his temples with his fingers vigorously, and moved his neck from side to side, and the pulsating pain on the back of the occiput was somewhat relieved. Jacques blinked, and was about to turn sideways to pick up the messenger bag on the back seat, only to realize that the Chevrolet was still parked in place. Although Reid's right hand was on the steering wheel in the driver's seat, he was fully focused on the left hand. phone screen.

"Spencer? Spencer!"

"Ah?" Reid didn't realize it until the second sound. He glanced at Jacques in a panic, then hurriedly lowered his head and turned the car key.The roar of the engine came, and the car body began to shake. Reid suddenly remembered that he hadn't read the address from Garcia, and he took out his mobile phone again.

Jacques looked at the sweat on his forehead, and the questions in his mind followed one after another, but he was still working on the case, 25 lives were not out of danger, and he swallowed the question that came to his mouth.

Reid also had no intention of confessing, his fingers kept tapping the steering wheel, and the dry hot wind in summer hit his face through the cracks of the closed car windows, and he felt a little irritated for no reason.

Jacques took out his own medicine from the bag, and instead of asking Reid for mineral water as usual, he raised his head and swallowed it.A little bit of bitterness gradually spread in the throat, Jacques glanced at Reid who was concentrating on driving, thought for a while, but still didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued to look at the forensic report in his hand.