CM The future I see without you

"When Freud was studying Da Vinci, he wrote that things that the conscious mind cannot perceive can often be perceived by the subconscious mind, and then reveal the gist of the revelation to us through dreams." Dr. Reagan took a sip of black coffee and slowly Slowly said, "Those so-called materialists often say that everything has a certain causal relationship. For example, Freud believed that Da Vinci's interest in bird flight came from the bird he saw when he was young. Vulture. In the materialistic world, as long as you think, all conclusions can be found in the original beginning."

Reid, sitting at the other end of the table, said: "But, Ronald, that doesn't explain my doubts. The fact is, there are people who can see the future. His ability is beyond the scope of materialism. Seriously, I even wanted to define him as some kind of mental illness at one point, but I was proven wrong."

This does not mean that Jacques is mentally healthy. On the contrary, Reid is distressed that even the most advanced contemporary theories cannot explain the problems Jacques is facing or is about to face.

Dr. Reagan smiled knowingly, obviously the young doctor on the opposite side was in a rare tangle, he asked softly, "Does such a person really exist?"

Reid looked up at his friend who was decades older than him, thought about it, and nodded seriously.

Dr. Reagan smiled even more happily, and the neatly trimmed gray beard on his chin trembled. If it weren't for the trimmed black suit on his body and the silver juan handkerchief with a small corner on his pocket, Reid might just have regarded him as a neighbor A friendly old man.

Speaking of which, Ronald is about the same age as Rossi, but he looks more handsome and suave. His iron-gray hair is neatly combed back and fixed with some kind of hairspray with a familiar fragrance. His muscles are clear and soft. He wears a neat suit and an old white shirt With a strong smell of sunshine, it will make people mistaken for a model who stepped down from a men's magazine.

But the most eye-catching thing is Ronald's eyes, as deep as the deep sea in the Caribbean, maybe because of the vicissitudes of life, time has made this old man look very calm and calm, he seems not to make a fuss about anything, and his whole body is full of indifference Laziness.

Sometimes, Reid thinks, maybe in a few decades, Jacques will be another Ronald.

Dr. Reagan said: "This may be a very interesting case. Spencer, let's put it this way, a normal and ordinary social person, out of biological instinct, for the sake of mental health, the subconscious and consciousness must be completely connected together. If once , for some reason, fell apart, then this person will face a huge psychological disorder or disorder, that is to say..."

"He, will become a, madman?"

"Yes." Dr. Reagan nodded and continued, "But if, as you said, such a person really exists, would it be like this, his subconscious and conscious are perfectly separated and I have not been affected, and the foresight he made came from biological instinct, his instinct. However, this ability is very likely beyond the scope of materialism."

Reid fell into deep thought. Dr. Reagan's views still have a strong Freudian color. His focus is always on personal desires, individual inner drives or impulses. However, the latest contemporary trend is to shift to the object and the self. Relationship, the core concept is attachment.

Neither of these two completely different theories could explain Jacques' ability, but now it seems that Dr. Reagan's point of view is closer.

But childhood education told Reid, just like what Jacques said, all theories that deviate from scientific research methods are fake science.

"If you can," Dr. Reagan refilled a glass of water for Reid, and casually mentioned, "tell me more about that person, that person who can foresee the future, some things about him, maybe, of course, I just said, there is This possibility, what can I think of to explain this special... ability."

Reid was still browsing through the books about Freud that he had read in college, and after hearing what Ronald said, he was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't care about the source of this ability, I just, just worry about it. What effect will this ability have on his psychology..."

"Okay, you are like this, let me worry that the person you mentioned is your other lover..." Dr. Reagan raised his legs leisurely and said, "Come and tell me about your little boyfriend, how about it?" , does he like my recipe?"

Reid spread his hands helplessly, and said, "Sorry, I accidentally overcooked it, and the whole sauce turned into black charcoal. Fortunately, a friend is willing to invite us to dinner."

"Oh? That doesn't sound like a mistake Dr. Reid would make. Tell me, what happened? Huh?"

"Actually, speaking of it, it's because of the problem I mentioned last time..." Reid slowly talked about his confusion and knots, his eyes shifted from Dr. Reagan's face to the clear sky outside the window , and back to the huge wine cabinet behind Dr. Reagan in the room. The Burmese wood has an iron-like luster, but there are many East Asian-style gadgets such as jadeite, mahogany, and Tianhuang. The only professional The base of the wine rack is empty.

**

Jacques slowly opened his eyes, covered in sweat, as if he had just had a nightmare, but he couldn't remember what the dream was about.

The beeping rhythm of the ECG monitor came from his ears. He got up and lifted off the white quilt, and took off the electrode pads attached to his chest. " with a sound and was pushed away vigorously.

"Scared me to death!" Campbell looked at the group leader who looked confused but still breathing, exhaled with lingering fear, then turned around and waved to the white coats who were crowded outside the door and said, "It's okay It's okay, he's just awake."

Trace, who squeezed in from the side, glanced blankly at the bastard Campbell, then handed the elegant black suit jacket hanging on his arm to the young man, and said, "How is it? Do you feel okay?"

Jacques had some headaches. He rubbed his eyes and asked hoarsely, "Why am I here?" But as soon as he said the words, he remembered that it was Reid who dragged him to the hospital for a full-body examination this morning, because the test results had to be After waiting for a long time, of course, it may be that the bed for the electrocardiogram was too comfortable, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

He put on his coat, looked at the two people in front of him, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"No way, Jacques," Campbell said, speechless, "We came to see Chris, we were in the lobby just now and said hello to you, oh, and Dr. Reid said hello, well, you forgot too quickly!"

"By the way, where's Spencer?" Speaking of this, Jacques opened the door and looked out. The corridor was quiet, and there was no one in sight, only a few nurses looked at this side shyly, and Jacques directed at them Smiling, not surprisingly, he received a few low screams before returning to the ward in satisfaction.

Trace said: "He went to get something from a friend, said 10 minutes..." He looked at the watch on his wrist and said: "Oh, I'll be back in 3 minutes, please let us wait for you here. "

"Friend? What friend?" Jacques lowered his eyes and muttered sullenly. He turned on his phone to make a call, but when the screen turned on, it was overwhelmed by dozens of text messages and missed calls.

He sighed and said, "We have a case."

"Now?" Campbell screamed in disbelief, after all the promised vacation was only half over.

Trace patted the bastard on the head with a blank expression, and Campbell came down. He helped his glasses, and said, "But Chris can't be discharged from the hospital yet. Estrada went to New Zealand to see his grandmother..."

"Sorry, Campbell, I don't want to," Jacques said, frowning and pressing Reid's cell phone number, "Chris will keep her in the hospital first, and call Estrada back first."

"Oh, come on, your expression doesn't look like you're sorry..." Campbell and Trace walked out of the ward one after the other, muttering, "My vacation has only started for three days!"

"If you can say it like that," Jacques said, "my vacation just started today."

Campbell froze for a moment, wanting to say that you look like the boss, you are more pitiful. It happened that Jacques's phone was connected, and he didn't say a word. He just watched the team leader who was still expressionless just now with a rippling smile and walked away. .

"Is it the Doctor?" Campbell whispered to Trace, "I guess it must be the Doctor."

Trace gave him a blank look, and said, "What does this have to do with you? As the information technology staff in the team, shouldn't you hurry up to collect case information now, and why not notify your teammates?" There is still time here Gossip!

Campbell glanced at Trace with a serious face, shrugged, and said, "Okay, I'll go say hello to little Chris, and then I'll call that stupid guy back. Don't worry, I'll wait until you sit on the chair in the analysis room." At that time, I promise, everything is ready."

Trace couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. He turned around and glanced at the young man who was still on the phone, then turned a corner, and pressed the elevator button. From here, two floors up, is Chris' ward. After wearing her calf tendon, she has been recuperating here.

**

Today's sunshine is very good, fine dust is floating in the light beams, and the warm smoky wind blows the ivy covering the outer wall, making a rustling sound.There is also a fish pond under the ivy and creepers, with lush pines and cypresses growing on the edge of the fish pond, and privet plants next to the pines and cypresses.

The glass roof and palindromic bricks of the outdoor swimming pool make the whole house full of French colors, and there is a sculpture of a horse beside the corridor, which reminds people of the gorgeous Palace of Versailles during the Louis XIV period.

Rossi sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the exquisite little flower basket on the small glass round table next to him without blinking. The priceless bottle of red wine reflected the bright light in the sun.

He felt a little regretful, if he was the owner of this bottle of wine, why would he put it in a wine cabinet with a constant temperature and store it instead of just putting it under the scorching sun? Appreciating good wine only knows how to drink like a big boss.

"What, are you complaining about me, the owner, for this bottle of wine?" Mueller placed a black velvet rectangular box in front of Rossi, and sat down beside him.

"I think you have to know that profilers hate profiling." Rossi glanced at him, opened the box, and there were two Cuban cigars inside. He smiled, took one out, and tapped on the table With a light tap, the tobacco was tightened.

The silver lighter lit up a small cluster of light blue flames in Mueller's hand, a faint smell of tobacco emerged from the fingers of the two old men, and the curl of cigar smoke soared upwards.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the owner of this wine." Mueller exhaled a puff of white smoke slowly, and said, "I heard that someone is investigating BAU recently, and they are imitating the cases you have done before?"

Rossi frowned at him and asked, "What's wrong? Yes, about Jacques?"

"Nothing," Mueller said.

Rossi smirked, his face full of disbelief. In fact, he didn't know much about Mueller, but one thing is certain, that is, the life of this older bachelor only focuses on politics and Jacques. Of course, at some point, Jacques' status Far above everything.

After being silent for a while, Mueller slowly exhaled the green smoke, pointed to the 90-year-old Patus in the basket, and said, "This bottle of wine was sent directly to Jacques by an anonymous person via UPS. The people who searched for two days did not find any information."

Rossi straightened his back, he picked up the bottle, and the yellowed label on it marked the place of origin, year and winery in detail. According to past experience, this is a genuine bottle, while a bottle of 90-year-old Patus, It has long been priceless, and there are only a handful of people who own it, so it shouldn't be difficult to find the source.

What's more, the people under Mueller are definitely the elite of the elite. If nothing can be found out, this in itself shows that the source of this bottle of wine is very suspicious.

Mueller said: "So I want to ask you, how is the investigation of that case now, I heard that you went to the latest scene of the copycat?"

Rossi thought for a moment and said, "We didn't catch that guy, but we found his... a room."

"Oh?"

"He's stalking us," Rossi continued, "that room is pretty much full of pictures of BAU, both professional and private, from Hotch to Garcia, even our two new colleagues are on that wall, but... "

"but what?"

Rossi looked at the red wine in his hand, his throat was a little dry, and he said, "There is no Jacques."

This is of course a very strange thing.

Reid sat in that small dim room and searched for the whole afternoon, but couldn't find any information about the young man, even though Jacques' deduction was the key to solve the case in several cases he imitated.

In those boxes of photos, the part of Jacques is always cut off on purpose, and the photo of him and Reid is only a solitary half, let alone the photos of the BAU party, there will always be a small hole , but everyone agrees that the position belongs to Jacques.

"Does he know?" Mueller asked.

Rossi shook his head and said, "Reid doesn't want him to know. According to the information we have, that person just wants to provoke us. If he finds something from us, if Jacques joins the investigation, it may break the whole rhythm. Yes Now, does Jacques know who sent this bottle of wine?"

Mueller sighed and complained: "How could he know! He even told me with a smile that maybe some admirer gave it to him. Now he can only think of that little doctor in his mind, so he can still think of these things?"

"Isn't this great?" Rossi asked puzzled, "Could it be that you are thinking too much, what are you worried about?"

"I didn't..." Seeing the disapproving look in Rossi's eyes, Mueller lowered his head and took a deep puff of his cigarette. After a long time, he said, "Well, do you still remember the leader of the IRA? The one from one of your team members."

"of course."

"He knew that Jacques leaked the secret because of the original correspondent, but I always have a question, how did he find Jacques?" Mueller said, "During the interrogation, my people speculated that there was always a shadow behind him, including providing The idea is to catch your female team member. Doyle once accidentally revealed that after capturing Jacques, there was a person who was alone with JAcques for about half an hour. I think that shadow is the person who was alone with Jacques."

"But Jacques, Jacques never mentioned..."

"I know," Mueller said, frowning, "the doctor said that he may have fallen into a coma at that time and lost his perception and memory of the surrounding stimuli. His brain injury in that car accident has not fully healed. I probably know in my heart." Who is that person, but there is no evidence in hand. If, if possible, can you... can you..."

It seemed to be extremely difficult to get someone with a lot of power to say something to help, Rossi nodded thoughtfully and said, "I will, I will keep an eye on him, and besides, he has Reid by his side. "

"Oh, that Dr. Reid." Mueller smiled slightly. He took a deep breath on his cigar, then fell silent again, and sighed softly, "That's great."

It's great that such a small child grows up and has a partner who can spend his whole life hand in hand.

Rossi looked at his lonely look, knowing that for so many years, deep down in his heart, his memory has always stayed in the year when he met Louise. The identity of the FBI director or Jacques' adoptive father is just his shining armor, and there is a bullet in the hard armor. The heart of ordinary people.

He said softly: "It's time to let go, you can't live for others forever."

Mueller shook his head, but said nothing.

People who can simply say let go will not understand their own regrets and pains.After so many years, Jacques seems to have become one of my obsessions, as if only he can grow up peacefully, watching him find true love and live happily, can I be freed from the nightmare of waking up in the middle of the night.

If Louise was still alive, Mueller might think that he might just live a mediocre life, with two or three drinking friends, entangled between Aidan and Louise, messy love and hate...

But Louise deprived him of the only chance to live a mediocre life. After all these years, he can still remember the pain of suddenly losing his lover and friends and falling into loneliness again. The only way to heal this pain is Jacques .

Mueller's expression was blank, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

Rossi suddenly understood that the seemingly strong Mueller never walked out of that rainy night. He locked all his beautiful thoughts on Jacques alone. He was desperate, and he was taking some warmth from the youth before moving forward. go.

Just like this exquisite and beautiful French-style manor, Rossi thought, maybe it was prepared for Louise from the very beginning.But he did so much, Louise and Aidan entered the marriage hall, until death, her tombstone also wrote the title of Aidan's wife.

However, the most desperate and unbearable thing is, after Jacques finds Reid, what should this lonely old man do?No matter whether it is wind or rain, light or darkness ahead, he has to go on alone.

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