CM The future I see without you

Morgan came back from the supermarket and said that there was only one young man with a strange behavior besides Helen that night. The clerk on duty remembered that in order to avoid contact with that young man, Helen specifically asked him to open an additional sales outlet.

"Has he had any contact with Helen?" Jacques asked, looking up at Morgan who was drinking coffee.

Morgan put down the cup in his hand, nodded, and said, "I just talked to her, but she didn't respond and just muttered a few words in a low voice."

Jacques gave a soft "hmm", which is the normal reaction of normal people when strangers suddenly come to strike up a conversation. "The behavior is weird? Why is it weird?" he asked.

Morgan thought for a while, and then said: "The clerk said he was a white young man in his twenties, and he looked rather sloppy. It felt like someone was following him, and sometimes he talked to himself. It's a pity that the store There's no monitoring here, or else... by the way, Emily and Reid, and the others?"

"Another person." Jacques whispered. "Before we came back, a man died in his own home with more than 40 stab wounds in his abdomen and blood loss. They rushed over."

"Then I..." Morgan was about to say, or else I would go over now, when he saw that Hotch and the others had already returned, and a group of people walked towards this side quickly, their expressions were not very good-looking.

"Jacques, have the results from Garcia's side come out?" Hotch asked directly.

"In fact, according to the Health Information Protection Act, we have no right to check the medical records of young people in their twenties." Jacques looked at Hotch's brows slowly raised, and said with a smile, "but I asked her to check those People with files, with such an unstable spirit, I think our suspects may have some relatively small files, robbery, theft... something."

Hotch gave him a deep look before turning around and going out. He was going to find Sheriff Reagan. The suspect had shortened the time between crimes. BAU needed to release the profile immediately.

"How's it going over there?" Morgan asked.

Emily shook her head and said, "It's similar to the previous two incidents, but because the sound insulation is not very good, the residents upstairs said that they heard the suspect talking to himself, as if talking to someone in his head. It was loud and emotional."

"What did he say?" Jacques asked.

Rossi replied: "I was a kid, I was just a kid... something."

"That's it." Jacques leaned back in the chair and murmured.

"What's this?" Reid asked Jacques, picking up the circled map in front of Jacques' desk.

Jacques said: "Didn't Morgan say that the suspect bought a lot of potato chips, mineral water and salt from the supermarket? I think potato chips and water are understandable, but salt, what did he buy salt for?"

"To torture the dead?" Emily guessed. "To increase their suffering, or something."

Shaking his head, Morgan said, "The suspect didn't do that. The coroner didn't find these things on the victim."

"Exorcism." Reid replied softly, looking into Jacques' clear eyes, and explained, "Patients with schizophrenia sometimes interpret what they see and hear as demon possession, and salt water can be regarded as Holy water for exorcism."

Jacques glanced at the tiny beads of sweat gradually oozing out of Reid's forehead, and guessed something in his heart. He lowered his eyes, nodded slowly, pushed the map on the table in front of everyone, and said, "I looked for it. Maybe the priest there has seen such a strange person in a church that can be driven until late at night within five miles."

Emily glanced at the messy map, then glanced at the others, and asked helplessly, "Jacques, did you mark it? How can I..."

Reid rubbed Jacques, who was drooping his head under the mocking gazes of the crowd, picked up a red oil pen and drew a circle on the church that Jacques had worked so hard to mark, and everyone suddenly realized.

**

"Garcia, did you find anything?" Jacques asked after answering the phone.

"Of course, listen, my little handsome guy." Garcia said quickly, "I searched for schizophrenic patients who have been detained within a radius of [-] miles in the past three months according to your criteria. There are six people in total. .”

"So many?" Jacques frowned. "Has anyone bought anti-schizophrenic drugs at the local pharmacy? Like chlorpromazine, fluphenazine, etc. Wait...Garcia, again Check to see if anyone has bought anti-schizophrenia and sleeping pills at the same time."

"Oh, oh, then I still need to go to the local medical system to check their prescriptions, and I have to wait. I need a little time."

"Of course." Jacques hung up the phone, stood up, and walked gently to the door.The lobby of the police station was full of police officers who were taking notes carefully with small notebooks, and at the front was everyone from the BAU publishing the results of the profiling.

Reid still looked like he was not in the state. Tiny beads of sweat wet his chestnut hair and stuck to his forehead wetly. His thumb kept rubbing against the side of his index finger, and the hair on both sides of his cheek covered Closing the corners of his eyes, he didn't push them behind his ears as usual, the corners of his mouth were pursed downwards, his eyes were full of panic and fear.

Hotch's final summary also announced the end of BAU's profiling. A large wave of people crowded out the door. Jacques turned sideways and saw the doctor who was crowded in the crowd and was pushed out following the direction of everyone's movement. , He sighed, stretched out his hand, firmly grasped the doctor's right arm, and pulled him out of it.

Jacques pulled him forward and walked quickly, rounded a corner, pushed Reid to the wall where the fire exit sign was hung, looked him in the eyes, and said seriously: "Spencer..."

Before a lot of words came out, the silent Reid stopped Jacques, and he whispered, "I didn't."

Jacques looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, sighed, and said, "We went to the doctor and had an examination, and they all said you're fine, you're fine. Don't you believe in science the most? Why at this time... "

Reid didn't answer, just silently looked at the patterns on the floor.

"Have you had a headache lately?" Jacques asked.

Reid shook his head.

"Nightmare?"

Reid shook his head again.

"Stuttering? Hallucinations? Auditory hallucinations?..." Jacques gently listed the classic symptoms of pre-schizophrenia, and Reid still shook his head. After a long time, Jacques asked: "Then what are you afraid of? You were still playing a few days ago Riemann's conjecture, such a complex mathematical problem is as simple as one plus one equals two to you, your brain..."

The doctor hugged him suddenly, Jacques' excited words were choked in his throat by his actions, the young man calmed down, his chin rested on the doctor's thin shoulder, his nose was full of his gentle breath.

I don't know how long it took before Jacques let go of his embrace. He reached out to wipe the sweat off Reid's forehead, kissed him softly, and said, "No matter what, I'm here, Spencer, don't be afraid, okay?"

Reid nodded slightly, the deep sadness on his face finally receded, as if Jacques' assurance had brought peace to his restless heart, the corners of the doctor's mouth were raised, and there was a bright and happy light in his quiet eyes.

**

When they returned to the hall, Garcia was broadcasting the information he had found to everyone.

"Ben Foster, is the only one who fits the above criteria," Garcia said. "The file says that when he was ten years old, he was questioned by the police about a fire, but was later acquitted by a juvenile court. Oh. , here, ten days before the fire, his mother took him to the local monastery to undergo an exorcism ceremony, and then three people, that is, three of the people who participated in the ceremony died in that fire."

"If it's the stimulation I received when I was a child, it's impossible to have no symptoms for so many years, but it suddenly broke out in just two or three days at this time. Garcia, has anything happened to him recently?" Rossi asked.

Garcia looked at the screen and said, "Ben Foster moved to Portland three years ago, and a month ago his apartment suffered a small fire. After that, he got a prescription for sleeping pills and started using them at the local pharmacy. Get the medicine."

"It seems that his insomnia has occurred again." Jacques walked in and said, "Maybe my guess is right. After a large amount of adrenaline is released, there will always be a period of exhaustion, and his body is forced to turn around." into the sleep phase, maybe that's what he wanted."

"He did all this just to get a good night's sleep?" Emily asked in disbelief.

"At first, I just wondered why he chose to commit crimes late at night or early in the morning, to avoid people's attention and reduce accidents?" Jacques explained lightly, "But judging from the autopsy report, he chose victims at random. I didn't even think about how to destroy the evidence after the murder. Later, when it came to his mental state, most people like him, in fact, the most painful thing is that they can't get a rest from hearing illusory voices, and the brain can't enter the sleep stage. It will be more painful."

Rossi nodded thoughtfully. He frowned and said, "So killing people is not his purpose, it's just a means for him to seek liberation."

JJ walked in with the phone with the screen still on, and said, "I found that church, and the priest there said that a young man who behaved strangely did go to him recently to perform an exorcism ceremony, but..."

"He didn't say yes?" Emily asked.

JJ nodded, and she said: "Since people have changed their understanding of mental patients, churches for patients like this usually send them directly to professional psychiatric hospitals."

Hotch glanced at Reid, who had stabilized behind him, before asking Garcia, "Does he have a permanent address?"

"Yes, Sir, I have sent it to your mobile phones." Garcia said.

Everyone got into action, Reid took a bulletproof vest from Morgan, handed it to Jacques, watched him fiddle with the straps on it with his head down, and asked suddenly: "Don't you have anything to tell me? "

Jacques was startled, subconsciously looked up at Hotch who was checking the gun. Reid said helplessly, "It was Garcia. She told me."

Jacques secretly rolled his eyes. He usually wouldn't do such a rude gesture, but now he was extremely depressed. He looked at Reid who was curiously waiting for the answer, so he could only say, "Wait till it's over, wait until it's over, I will I'm telling you. Spencer, promise me not to think for yourself, at least give me a little mystery, okay?"

Reid poked his swollen cheek and nodded with a smile.

Maybe it was a stone in his heart that fell to the ground. Reid felt that the next thing went very smoothly. Morgan caught Ben Foster who was climbing over the wall in the backyard. A car is for two people who are chattering behind them.

"Why are you sitting here?" Jacques put his arm on the car door, leaned over, and asked Reid who was helping himself in the passenger seat.

Reid said without raising his head: "Since you can break through the limit and come to the airport on time, you must be able to drive me to the destination smoothly, right?"

Jacques asked warily, "Are you unhappy because Betty sent me here?"

"No."

"Oh, that's fine." Jacques hesitated for a while, and sat in the driving seat, fastened his seat belt, and paused again when his fingers were about to touch the keys.

Reid looked at the trees rustling by the breeze outside the window, and said slowly without looking back: "If you slow down, we will have to fly back by ourselves. Hotch won't wait for us."

Jacques turned the key angrily, the engine roared, and the Chevrolet galloped forward quickly.

Jacques drives very steadily.The noisy and bright night scene flies past the bright glass windows, sometimes waiting for the red light, and you can hear the sound of birds flapping their wings on the branches not far away.

Jacques and Reid glanced at each other at the same time, the doctor spoke first and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jacques thought for a while, moistened his somewhat dry lips with the tip of his tongue, and after waiting for a long time, he said: "The results of LSA are out, and they plan to let me replace Thomas Wilson who is on sick leave for a while."

"Who?"

Jacques repeated the name again, then asked, "What's wrong?"

"But isn't he the leader of the second anti-terrorism team?" Reid asked, "Garcia said he lost his left leg in an accident, oh, a car accident, and is still in the intensive care unit of the hospital."

"It wasn't an accident, Spencer." Jacques whispered. "It's complicated, but it has nothing to do with me. People in their group are under investigation by the committee. I will take over after everything is over. Probably, I I think it will take half a month."

"That's fine." Reid was already prepared for Jacques' departure from BAU. He wasn't sad, but worried about his future work. That team was special. It was the new anti-terrorism department in the bureau since 99. Afterwards, a special team was established to cooperate with other domestic counterintelligence agencies such as the CIA to arrest domestic terrorists, not only to respond to attacks but also to prevent terrorism. The importance and danger of that team can be imagined .

He sighed, looking at Jacques' focused profile, feeling very sad in his heart.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, okay?" Jacques said helplessly, "Spencer, I'm not going to die, and it's not like I won't come back. The look in your eyes is like... okay, okay, I won't say anything ..." Under the reproachful eyes of the doctor, he stopped his mouth knowingly, and after a while, he couldn't help but said: "By the way, there is one more thing."

"Anything else?" Reid really couldn't think of it now, he asked, "What else?"

"In your bag, there is an envelope, open it and have a look."

Reid unzipped the messenger bag, reached in and fumbled for a while, and found a thin brown-yellow envelope between the books, with "Spencer Reid" written in black ink on it.

"For me?" He asked Jacques with a puzzled look.

"Yes, take it apart and take a look." Jacques said nervously, keeping looking at Reid's face from the corner of his eye, not wanting to miss the slightest change in his expression.

Reid tore open the seal and took out the white letter paper with the school logo of Johns Hopkins University printed on the upper edge of the paper. He froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Jacques who was driving, and asked in disbelief: "God Ah, Jacques, is that what I thought?"

Jacques nodded vigorously with a smile, he said: "My friend said that in November this year they have a revolutionary clinical study on the prevention of Alzheimer's disease, the title is...emmm...."

"Enhancing metabolism is beneficial to neurodegeneration!" Reid replied quickly. He excitedly and carefully unfolded the letter paper, quickly scanned the contents, and exclaimed excitedly, "Jacques! They are going to make Diana a member of the experimental group." A member, oh my god, do you know how successful their previous early test results are!" He looked at Jacques, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and the corners of his mouth were about to crack into the sky, and said Really, Jacques rarely saw such an excited doctor, and even felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Reid was still immersed in great joy, he said: "I have seen all their previous experiments, those people not only delayed the development of the disease, but more importantly, Jacques, you would never expect that some people even reversed it! Oh, I mean, it's a small percentage, but, there's always hope, isn't there?!"

Jacques turned the steering wheel gently, and the Chevrolet turned a corner, and the airport was ahead. Reid's cheeks were flushed from the adrenaline rush, his eyes were shining, but his brain finally calmed down, and he looked at Jacques and said, "Thank you, Jacques."

"Hey, that's not really thank you," Jacques said. "If you really want to thank me, why don't you come and take over the steering wheel for me?"

"But it's not right away..." Reid glanced at the airport sign not far away, and it would take at most 13 minutes to arrive.

"Then are you coming?"

"Okay, okay, stop."