CM The future I see without you

Blue light and shadow fluctuations suddenly appeared in front of Reid's eyes. As the focal length continued to advance, the whale rolling in the shallow sea became more and more clear.

The doctor looked around in confusion, the heavy rain caused the refraction of light, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a translucent halo, isolating all water vapor.

Reid didn't know why he appeared on this strange beach, he couldn't move, so he had to turn his eyes back to the whale.

It was still a cub, which seemed to be washed to an unfamiliar beach by a sudden gust of wind, rolling in terror, screaming with its mouth open, but the group of whales in the distance was getting farther and farther away, and they didn't realize that there was a struggling cries for help behind them .

Or they can't hear at all.

Reid suddenly remembered the whale named Alice introduced in the "Nature" magazine. Its frequency is 52 Hz, while normal whales are 15 to 25 Hz, so no whale in the world can understand it. It has no schools of fish and no similar species. , Its whale song that has been sung for 20 years has no answer, and it can only echo lonely in the cold North Atlantic Ocean.

The golden light beam penetrated the heavy rain clouds to illuminate the black sea surface, the manic fish suddenly became quiet, as if hearing the call from the distant sky, its fins fluttered in the rain and mist, and then the fish was like a mountain The body broke out of the water.

Reid was sure that he was right, the young whale soared into the air lightly, turning around like a sentient spirit beast, slowly approaching himself standing on the beach.

It swims really slowly, and Reid saw waves and water ripples in the heavy air like sea water. After a long time, the whale flew lower and lower, and the moment it passed over his head, it suddenly seemed to have gained an extremely huge With the energy, its head was raised forward, and it flew towards the distance of the light source.

The doctor then looked over, and there was a huge lighthouse standing on the lonely mountain in the distance.

Reid raised his hand and wiped off the water stains on his face. It was salty and bitter, like sea water, teardrops, and rain falling from the sky.

The magical halo disappeared at some point, and the heavy rain was pouring down, Reid was soaked all over, but he couldn't feel the cold.

He was distracted by the poor and weak whale cub, he no longer thought about why he appeared in this inexplicable place, his immobile feet suddenly moved, and he took big steps to follow the The whale in his heart is getting faster and faster, and the urgency in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, as if, if he loses it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

**

"Is he still awake?"

"No." Campbell looked at the pale doctor lying on the hospital bed with his eyes tightly closed, and said softly to Trace on the other end of the phone, "The doctor said that the shrapnel would lacerate his right arteries within two millimeters, but Now the bleeding has stopped, the wound has been mended, and the injury, the injury has improved. God, you don't know, I was so scared that my heart stopped beating!"

Trace watched the witness protection colleagues from Quantico drive away Delia, her son and mother, and he even waved at the shy little boy in a good mood, then turned to face Looking at the phone, he said, "Where's the female detective?"

"Who? Oh, oh, you mean the intern." Campbell frowned and said, "She, maybe this kind of gunfight was too intense for her, she just fainted at the beginning, now He was still under sedatives in the hospital and didn’t wake up. By the way, where’s the boss?”

"Why, didn't you see him? He rushed to the hospital as soon as he was notified..."

Before Campbell could finish listening to what Trace said, all the muscles in his body tensed up suddenly, like a frightened hedgehog erecting all its quills.He turned instinctively and saw Jacques standing in the doorway.

I don't know how long he has been standing there, sweating, expressionless, deep and terrifying eyes, passing through the orderly running medical instruments with flashing green lights, and falling on the face of the doctor lying on the bed, or the light blue colored oxygen mask.

"Boss... you... oh, that Dr. Reid is out of danger, the doctor said he..." Campbell panicked, he didn't know where to move his hands, he was trembling and wanted to say something, Jacques Only then did he realize that there was still a person standing beside him. He turned his head slowly and gave him a cold look.

Campbell stopped talking immediately, he took a step back, exited the ward from behind Jacques, and closed the two doors gently.

The lights in the hospital corridor were pale and glaring. Campbell realized that his palms were covered with cold sweat and his whole back was wet and uncomfortable. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and found a familiar fat girl sitting on a bench with a leather bag. Eye sockets are red.

"Hey, Campbell, long time no see," Garcia said.

Campbell said dumbly: "Oh, not long ago, last year, oh, no, no, to be precise, the year before last, we still..."

"Oh, come on, Campbell, I was just saying hi." Garcia rolled his eyes and said, "Jacques sent you to Hotch, they're waiting for you at the police station."

"Hey! I'm a decent FBI agent now! When will you be able to..." Campbell muttered, watching the sadness on the face of his former colleagues, and slowly stopped the usual bickering, dull My brain finally realized that now is not a good time to reminisce.

He said: "Okay, I will go to your team leader. Penelope, that, that, don't worry, he, your doctor, the doctor said that he has passed the most dangerous time, and he will wake up when the anesthesia passes. .”

Garcia smiled stiffly, and said softly: "I know, we all know, Campbell, I'll wait for him here, you go."

It was the sunrise time outside, the town was extremely quiet, and the residents were still asleep, ignorant of what was happening outside.

All the buildings were shrouded in gray-blue smoke, and the fine dust floating in the air constantly irritated the sensitive nasal mucosa. Campbell rubbed his nose vigorously, knowing that it was a Chevrolet and a restaurant that had been bombed by two pieces of military sulfur , The ashes left in the air after the bomb bombing burned out.

He yawned tiredly, froze for a while, and hesitantly took out a beautiful hand-rolled cigarette and a cheap green plastic lighter from his pocket, which was given to him by Sheriff Tim when he first arrived here. Trace, but Trace didn't want it, and threw it directly to himself.

Smoke is good smoke.But Campbell started coughing violently as soon as he took a deep breath, as if trying to cough out his entire lung.

With some embarrassment, he avoided the astonished gazes of the passing nurses, threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it, leaving behind gray-black ash.

Campbell took a deep breath, the guilt growing in his heart, he felt so bad, so bad.

**

It wasn't working hours yet, but the police station was almost full of people. There were two or three police officers in uniform talking softly at each desk in the office. The detectives from Quantico and a whistleblower who has never met but claims to be an important insider sit in the middle.

"Now we just need to catch that Sergeant Tim Carter and we'll be done." Outside there was a suspect running around with a gun. Everyone in the police station was in danger. The situation seemed serious, but Trace didn't reveal it. With an uneasy look, he even poured himself a cup of coffee leisurely, and said to the BAU agents slowly, but the voice was extremely soft, and Emily understood what he meant by reading his lips.

"But the problem is how to catch it? The pastor and the restaurant became ruins together, and the evidence team may not be able to piece together his body!" Morgan's left elbow was still tied with a white brace, and he was furious. Standing up, he asked in a low voice.

Hotch shot him a look and said to Trace, "Do you have enough evidence?"

"He doesn't necessarily just smuggle arms, Hotch." Trace stood up and walked to the middle of the BAU crowd, lowered his voice, and said, "Our team arrived two days earlier than you, but we have been staying in the dark to investigate. This police station How to say, I can't guarantee that everyone knows, but more than half of the people have participated in this kind of transaction. There is a ledger in Jacques to prove... No, we have to find a quiet place. "

Hotch nodded. Just as he was about to turn around, the Sheriff's Deputy, who had been quietly watching in the corner, suddenly stood up from his chair. The wooden chair fell backwards with a "snap" and fell to the ground with a loud noise, BAU Everyone looked at him in unison.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm okay, detectives." The deputy sheriff smiled awkwardly, and then continued, "What are you going to do? Do you need my help?"

Emily and Blake looked at each other, and they remembered the female police officer who enthusiastically followed behind her to help when they first arrived here. It seemed that she just wanted to monitor her actions at that time.

"No need." Rossi shook his head with a gentle smile and said.

"Hey, don't be too polite. Tim told me to treat you well, and he will ask you for proof when he comes back."

This simple and simple man said dry wisecracks, but it did not ease the vigilance of the FBI agents.

"By the way," the deputy police chief said again, "where's the detective wearing glasses? Hasn't he come back from the hospital yet? The little doctor is in a stable condition, let him come back quickly, it's not safe outside now..."

Trace glanced at Hotch, knowing that the deputy was talking about Campbell, he walked around the two women beside him, and said to him, "He's off to get something to eat, and he'll be right back."

"Who are you? Is it your turn to speak! My friend, I've been here half my life and I've never seen you." The deputy sheriff put his hand on his waist and the gun casing, and said with a smile , "Gentlemen, this is the police station, not a place for you to chat and catch up. Besides, this gentleman, you don't look like an important insider."

"With all due respect, Sir, you don't look like an American policeman either."

"Trace." Hotch stopped him lightly, and then told the deputy sheriff, or all the police officers watching here, seriously, "The BAU has only one purpose here, which is to give a profile based on the case and assist the local police to solve the case. .So when we are working, we also hope to get the full support of the local police, otherwise, I can only apply to the above to resend a team."

"Wait!" said the deputy hastily. "Of course we fully support your actions, Detective. That's why I hope..."

"Very well. We are now going to take a transcript for our insider, don't know..."

"The interrogation room is right there, Agent, do you need coffee?"

"no thank you."

Emily walked in front and pushed open the door of the interrogation room. The space inside was quite large, but it was covered with thick dust. Whenever people walked around, the dust flew all over the sky. It seemed that this place hadn't been used for a long time.

"How much do you know now?" Rossi pulled out a chair, wiped the dust with a handkerchief in his pocket, sat down and asked, "Hotch and I checked the identity of the pastor in the police station yesterday, he is just a He is just a criminal who fled from Canada to the United States. According to his self-proclaimed anti-social personality, he cannot be controlled and involved in this kind of thing. Why would TimCart want to put the blame on him?"

"And if Tim Carter has the confidence to drag everyone in the police station into this matter, he can basically guarantee that no one will inform him. He can continue to do it instead of choosing to ruin his way of making a fortune in this way. Morgan calmed down, with many questions in his mind, he looked at Trace and said, "It doesn't make sense at all!"

"Well, let me put it this way." Trace explained, "You have received reports that, oh, it should be that since last year, prostitutes and women have been killed in this town, and there are scratches on their backs. You can see the bone deep, right?"

Hotch nodded and said, "We took this as a characteristic of the crime and found out the pastor's identity. When he was in Canada, he accidentally killed a woman. She also had the same scar on her back."

"Yes, the logic is correct. If I didn't know this, I would go and arrest him first." Trace took out a gadget from his pocket and unfolded it for everyone to see.

In the palm of his hand is a 7.62mm Tokarev bullet casing.

Morgan said: "This is a military weapon. By the way, let me show you something." He turned out the bulletproof vest he wore yesterday, pointed to the radial bullet holes on it, and said, "This kind of bullet marks It was caused by small-caliber bullets half-surrounded in brass, which are generally standard for law enforcement agencies such as regular police departments."

"Is there any possibility of accidental injury?" Rossi asked.

"Impossible," Emily said, "these bullets make a screeching sound when they are fired, and Morgan and I heard them yesterday. Also, all the police were shooting in the direction of the restaurant yesterday, but these bullets came from Priest's direction."

Morgan added: "Combined with those two bombs, no matter who was in the restaurant, he wanted us dead there. It was a silencer."

Trace shook his head and said, "It's not you they want to kill, it's the policemen behind you." He put the bullet casings back in his pocket, and continued, "Some time ago when we were on a routine mission, we encountered rioters. People have this kind of military bullets with high lethality. You all know what happened later, Keven was taken away by the CIA, but we have not found out the source of these weapons until three days ago, we received the news It is said that there is a batch of military weapons circulating on the black market, but no one dares to accept them. Jacques applied for a sum of money, and that person set the transaction location at the pier here."

"So you're here for this deal?" Emily asked.

Trace said: "Yes. But when we got here, we found that it is not that simple. There is an ambiguous relationship between the gang and the police station, and the connection between the two is the prostitutes in this town. Can you If you found the pastor, you should have already found the hotel proprietress Delia, right?"

"She had nothing to do with this, I mean our case, the pastor was behind her," Morgan said.

"What if there's more than one person behind her?" Trace tapped on the table, reminding the detectives, "The girls under her are entangled with people in the police station or gangs, and she knows as many secrets as anyone else."

Emily thought of something, she opened her eyes wide and said, "Morgan, so if those girls know something, then Delia must know it too! The other person behind her may be Tim Carter, so she didn't say anything during the investigation, Because the sheriff was standing right behind us!"

Rossi blinked, he almost understood everything, the bits and pieces of the matter finally came together, and those puzzling questions came to light in an instant.He said slowly: "Because of this, Tim Carter wants to use us to frame the pastor. He needs someone responsible for those girls who already know the secret and have been silenced. I think the ledger in Jacques's hand belongs to Delia, right? What does Delia have?" The handle is in his hands? You have already solved it for her?"

"The witness protection team just sent her family away, but the secret service team still has two hours to arrive here, and it only takes half an hour to set up an ambush at the pier," Trace said, raising his eyebrows, "Two and a half hours later It's trading time, we just need to go over and catch the current situation."

"How can you guarantee that Tim will definitely go there?" Morgan questioned, "It's a mess here, he should have heard the news..."

"Because this is his last deal, Agent." Trace said confidently, "He needs this money to pay for the rest of his life, so he will definitely come. If he doesn't show up, let alone us, just The trading gangs here will dig deep and find him."