CM The future I see without you

"A few years ago, I did a study and found that the human brain is also doing large-scale activities when it is resting or sleeping. The EEG shows that more than 1000 billion neurons are in a highly active state. I call it It is resting state network activity.” The young man held an iced martini in one hand and a lit cigar in the other, talking slowly, “Do you know what this means? This kind of activity may be the basis of the brain’s operation, and My research has found that not only humans, white mice, rabbits, and even the weeds under our feet, this activity network may exist in this vast ecosystem!"

The young man took a deep puff of the Cuban cigar, and his whole face was extremely rosy with excitement. The desire and unwillingness in his eyes penetrated the pale smoke and landed on the face of the man opposite him. He continued to use that high-spirited tone, saying: "As long as, as long as we master the key, we can master other people's thinking or emotional fluctuations, and even predict the future! This is not only contemporary psychology, but even, it can even be said to be the beginning of human evolution history. breakthrough!"

But the man opposite him didn't buy it. He lowered his head so that his lips were stained with the scent of vodka, and turned his mocking eyes around the young man before slowly saying, "To be honest, I don't care. I I found you because I saw this report, Dr. Jafferson, it seems that you have done a thorough research on the field of predicting the future and people’s emotional cognition, but I have a question, a small question, why Yale University will Are you delisted? Is it just because you dissected a few mice in private?"

The young man's expression changed in an instant, the corners of his mouth drooped, his eyes became vigilant, and when he was about to defend himself, the man opposite him suddenly burst out laughing.

"Are you laughing at me?" The young man asked displeased.

"Of course not." The man was still overjoyed, he said, "It just occurred to me that using scientific experimental statistical methods to explore the credibility of myths is not something that a rigorous scientist can do. If it was before, I would definitely Treat you like a lunatic. And what I am doing now is no different from a lunatic."

"What do you mean?"

The man looked at the young doctor through the spirits in his glass. After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly, but changed the subject again, and said, "I have read your previous articles, although I didn't understand them very well, but the name of the sponsor below is It's like thunder. I think they have spent so much money on your project, so your stuff must have extraordinary value. Valuable things will never become obsolete in any era."

"Then you should also know that since I was expelled from the school, this project has been put on hold until now. All the people who participated in it have left and scattered. I am the only one now, right?"

"What's the matter? Man, I have plenty here." The man comforted with a smile, "Also, I can give you a special white mouse, you won't be disappointed."

"White mouse? Sir, do you know what is the little white mouse I used? I don't understand, what do you want?"

"Money." The man replied seriously, "All I want is money. Dr. Jafferson, I know that what you want is just a result, and I want that result too, but you are doing it for the so-called human progress. And me, just for the profit it brings. Do you need money? People? Yes, I will give you money, people, and all the resources you need, but what I want is to keep my little white mouse well Raised up, I have to see the most perfect results of your project in him, so, do you understand?"

The man put down the wine glass in his hand and clicked on the notebook on the desktop. On the flashing fluorescent screen was a real-time monitoring picture. In the dim corner of the room that could be called a dungeon, curled up was a little black-haired boy. He looked Very pitiful, the big blue eyes looked out flickeringly.

"Is he the little white mouse you mentioned? No, no, he's too young." The young doctor's heart moved, but he still frowned and refused softly.

"But he has this ability. Believe me, doctor, you will be satisfied with him." The man assured him confidently, but then he closed the computer, as if he didn't want to take another look at the boy for a second.

The young doctor was silent. In fact, he noticed the abnormality of the boy at the first sight. He was too calm and had nothing to do with being well-behaved. The silence and loneliness made people creepy.

He seemed to have seen the boy's past life, all the children were dancing and laughing in circles under the sun, but he was the only one standing alone in the corner, neither crying nor making noise, as if he couldn't find anyone of the same kind in the crowd That kind of loneliness, it seems that whether it is joy or sorrow, nothing is touched in the heart, and there is no nostalgia for this world.

He still doesn't know what kind of ability the man is talking about, and he has already started to like this special little white mouse in his heart. Probably only the heterogeneous and the heterogeneous can recognize each other keenly in the vast crowd.

The young doctor lowered his head and pondered for a long time, took a deep breath, and drank all the wine in the glass cleanly.He resisted the pain from burning his throat with strong alcohol, looked into the man's eyes, and asked, "What's his name?"

The man laughed happily. He lifted his chin and motioned to the black-clothed guard standing beside him to bring the little boy here, and then said to the doctor, "Why don't you ask him yourself? Take your time, I believe he will be your perfect work."

**

When Reid woke up, it was raining wildly outside, the big raindrops crackled on the window, splashes splashed, and the rain flowed down the glass, forming a transparent water film.

The torrential rain poured over the whole city, it was as dark as night, and the lights in the ward were turned on, so bright that it made people want to shed tears, Reid was a little dazed, and his soul hadn't woken up from that strange and dreamy world.

The "dididi" rhythmic sound from the ECG monitor gave the doctor a jolt, and his eyes gradually focused, only to find that Jacques, who was thinking about it, was sitting on the chair beside the bed. He looked extremely tired, with a bearded face. Scum, those lake-blue beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and he bent his body and held his right hand, without saying a word.

He looked at himself, but his eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't even realize that he woke up. Reid didn't know what Jacques really saw, he just felt distressed.

The doctor moved his little finger hesitantly, Jacques trembled violently, subconsciously shifted his gaze to Reid's face, he thought for a long time in a daze, Reid looked at him and blinked his eyes, and seemed to hear his dull brain creaking and creaking The sound of starting to run.

After what seemed like a century, Jacques finally realized that his little doctor had woken up from anesthesia. He moved his lips, his vocal cords seemed to be rusted and he couldn’t speak. The young man slowly lowered himself under the doctor’s smiling gaze. Gently put his head down on the palm of the doctor's right hand, like a newly weaned kitten complaining about its mother's attachment or aggrieved.

"I'm fine." Reid coughed a few times and said.He was wearing a neck immobilizer, and the place where the wound was stitched still hurt a little, and the words he spoke were slurred.

Jacques just nodded slightly, he didn't speak, and he didn't dare to raise his head, for fear that he couldn't help but shed tears when he saw his lover's smile.

He has gone through so much misfortune, and still can't or can't learn to hold back the tears that are pouring out of his eyes.

The man was right, he was a coward.

No matter how glamorous or heroic he is on the outside, he will always be the coward who is tearful and shouting for rejection in his heart.No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat time. Society and history are full of all kinds of confidence and move forward along the established track. What's the use of your efforts?

Twenty years and 20 years have passed, when people are sitting in rocking chairs with coffee and recalling the past and talking about you, the only memory is the ridiculous and sad flesh and blood left over from being crushed by history.

"Hey! Reid!" Garcia gently opened the door, and a head full of bows came in. She glanced at Jacques lying on the bed, and then asked, "Are you really awake?! How? And Is there something uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Reid stretched out his left hand from under the quilt with difficulty, beckoned Garcia to come in, and said, "What are you doing standing so far away, come in quickly."

"Jacques he..."

"Oh, he probably fell asleep." Reid said with a light smile, moving the broken hair on the young man's forehead.

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, walked in on tiptoe, placed a large bag of things gently on the folding table on Reid's hospital bed, and complained softly: "You don't even know, when you haven't woken up, Jacques Just sitting here without moving, with such a long face, the nurse came to check the heart rate and stared at him, afraid of hurting you. It scared me to death, it was scarier than Hotch."

"Really?" Reid lowered his eyes, looked at the young man's furry head, wondering what he was thinking.

"Isn't it?" Garcia took out the contents of the bag and arranged them one by one, talking non-stop, "Oh, he also asked me to buy some jelly, I don't know what flavor I want, just Bought a little bit of everything, let me see, apple, chocolate, strawberry, vanilla... oh, this little thing is Blake asked me to bring you, I hope Doctor Strange can make you feel better. But, Reid, let him Is it okay to sleep on your stomach like this? Do you want, oh, I mean, do you want him to lie on the bed?"

Reid shook his head and said, "Just let him sleep like this, and he won't be able to fall asleep when he wakes up."

"That's right." Garcia took out a few paper towels and wiped the water stains left by the bag, and then couldn't help complaining, "It was a little sunny this morning, but it suddenly rained, which made me feel sick again." Bought an umbrella."

As she spoke, she gently draped the standard brown blanket on the young man's body and said, "Poor Jacques, he hasn't rested in the past few days. Rossi asked the doctor to prepare a diazepam. If you don’t want to eat the soft ones, you’ll have to eat the hard ones. But you’ve woken up, which is great!”

Reid put down his beloved Doctor Strange figurine and the jelly he wanted to eat but couldn't eat, and asked, "Where are they? How's the case going?"

"This, this is actually..." Garcia hesitated, and glanced outside the door from time to time, as if the language system in his brain was also confused with Reid's question.

"She's been here all the time, and she doesn't know the specifics." Emily just opened the door, heard Reid's question, and explained with a smile, "Why don't I tell you to let this lovely Garcia go to rest for a while, she I'm tired of waiting for you outside."

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, and before Reid could react, she put on her coat and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep, Reid, we'll see you later!"

Emily watched the fat girl rushing out of the ward like the wind, but she didn't forget to close the door quietly when she walked out.

"What's going on?" Reid asked.

Emily shook her head, looked at the sleeping young man in the doctor's arms, and said, "After you were sent away with shrapnel, Trace brought people here, but unfortunately, we didn't catch anyone."

"So Jacques has been here all the time? During the medical examination at the hospital that day, he told me that he had a task to leave urgently. It turns out, it turns out... Then why didn't he tell me? He should know when we arrived at the police station? Why would he rather hide Hiding it and not telling me?" Reid couldn't control the thoughts, but in fact, when he saw Campbell in the police station, he knew that Jacques might be in every corner of this town, and he also understood the secrecy of working with Jacques The importance of Li, but he is very angry, but why is he angry?He couldn't speak again.

Emily smiled and didn't answer, she knew that the little doctor already had the answer in her heart.

She just watched with interest as Reid gently stroked Jacques' back and head one after another. The young man's frowning brows were slowly relaxed. BAU and Trace persuaded him that he was still more than a few days ago. But the doctor stroked him two or three times.

The thug who took away a life every time a shot was fired, Jacques, who was enshrined as the boss of the embryo killing team, squinted his eyes comfortably like a kitten.

Emily remembered the topic that the entire FBI building was discussing privately. They all said that Jacques fell in love with him because he felt sorry for the little doctor from BAU. Otherwise, how could he choose such a thing in the entire building plus thousands of people in the foreign office? What about a person who is not outstanding or even looks a little mentally retarded?

Of course, some people say that Jacques just eats too many delicacies from mountains and seas and wants lighter side dishes to adjust the seasoning.

But in any case, there is a sour smell inside and outside the words.

Because they all aspire to become the next Dr. Reid.

"What happened later? What happened later?" Reid came back to his senses and continued to ask.

Emily took a chair and sat on the other side of the bed, and replied softly, "Do you remember Delia?"

"Of course, the pastor behind her is the one who is in charge of those girls. Isn't the reason we encountered a shootout to arrest him?"

"But Trace told us there was another person behind Delia."

Reid stopped his hands involuntarily. He looked at Emily's serious expression, and suddenly thought of something, and said, "It's Tim Carter, the sheriff, right?"

"Eh? You know?"

Just as Reid was about to answer, Jacques moved in dissatisfaction, and he quickly patted the young man gently to coax the young man, before he answered Emily's question, "I don't know, but it's easy to understand if you say it that way. You should have heard that kind of sharp gunshot during the shootout that night, right? If my memory is correct, it should belong to the small-caliber bullets that belonged only to law enforcement agencies that were updated by the federal unity last year, and the bullets fired in the direction of From the restaurant, it just means there are ghosts in the police station."

"Then how do you know it's Tim Carter?"

"Emily, this kind of weapon, of course including the later gun, Texas law stipulates that it must be used after the signature and consent of the chief or deputy chief of the local police station, and a detailed paper report must be submitted to the state Department of Justice after use. "Reid explained softly, "And the new director here has not yet taken office, and the one who holds the post of deputy director is Tim Carter."

To be honest, Emily was a little ashamed, she only knew about these basic documents or procedures, but when she thought of Reid's high IQ, she felt that there was nothing to be ashamed of, after all, even Hotch didn't think of this at the time.

"So you got Sheriff Tim?"

Emily was startled, her eyes passed Reid and landed on Jacques' hairy head, she thought for a long time, then slowly shook her head, and said: "Reid, Hotch and Trace intend to catch them all when they trade, Trace said that Jacques still Someone called HRT to act as a special strike team to help, but..."

"But what happened?"

"By the time we got to the dock, Tim and the gang were dead," he said.

"What? How could it be..." Reid's eyes widened suddenly, he could never have imagined such a ridiculous ending.

Emily looked at the incomprehensible doctor and nodded, she was also shocked.

Emily took a deep breath and continued, "The guns for the deal are still in the concentrator box, they haven't even had time to check the goods. Trace thinks those people did it on the spur of the moment because the negotiation broke down... Forget it, whatever Well, that's what Hotch and Trace are going to report to their superiors anyway, Reid, case closed."

It's not the end at all, Reid thought, it would be the perfect ending if Tim took what he called the cops and caught him in the act of dealing with the gang.Moreover, such a large-scale transaction will not cause the negotiation to break down on the spot and trigger a large-scale gun battle where everyone will be killed on the spot.

"Is there an autopsy?"

Emily sighed lightly and said, "No, Rossi said it was not necessary. The bullet inspection report will not come out until tomorrow, but depending on the situation, there will be no more mistakes. The bullets are from both sides. There were two or three bullet holes, some from blood loss, some from just right hits."

It ended so suddenly, it’s almost like you tried your best to prepare for the marathon and even dragged your tired body on the playground for countless trials, only to find out on the day of the competition that all the contestants hadn’t come Even if you walk to the finish line, you are still a champion.

Everyone congratulates you without seeing the cause and effect, but only you know how hot it is to hold this championship trophy in your arms.

Reid turned his head to look at the sleeping Jacques, his eyes full of doubts.

A thunder suddenly fell from the sky, and there was a bang in the ears. Emily couldn't help shaking, and looked out the window at the same time as the doctor. There was a blank silence in the air. A second later, bigger raindrops fell. , Countless water columns penetrated the sky and the earth.

Jacques was also woken up. He raised his head, looked at Reid and Emily dully, rubbed his eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Strange, why did I fall asleep?"