CM The future I see without you

"OK, we... have eight left." Morgan sighed, and said, "There is no similarity in the appearance of the victims, but according to the conditions, we can only exclude here. By the way, Jacques, do you really Think he's going to commit a crime tonight?"

"I don't know." Jacques was lying on the table, the cold glass cooling down the fast-running CPU little by little, and he had maintained this half-dead state for almost half an hour.

"Morgan, do we have enough manpower to protect these girls?" Rossi worriedly watched more and more media gathered outside the door, and JJ kept making phone calls, trying to keep the spread of news to a minimum.

"No." Morgan sighed.

"Well, we now have eight potential victims, and," Hotch said, turning to scratch three names on the whiteboard, "38 suspects."

Jacques looked at the girls on the whiteboard, and his eyes blurred again. The joy, the excitement that my story finally had an audience permeated from a corner of his heart.

"Jac, which girl do you like, if it's you?"

Jason asked softly in his ear, Jacques clearly knew it was a hallucination, but he couldn't help thinking.

If, if it's me.

What a beautiful body, the fragrance of blood, the aroma of coffee, and, oh, I need more, a wonderful voice, such a story can be considered complete.

When she looked at me, when she begged for mercy, when her blood filled my feet, I knew that it was the most perfect.

Best of all, I still have my audience tonight.

Jacques seemed to feel something, he stood up, staring straight at a photo in the far corner of the whiteboard, with fiery red hair and freckles, but, God, Jacques felt that he had never seen such a beautiful girl .

she is mine.

"is her."

"Are you sure?" Emily felt that the poor boy was about to faint, "But, Jacques, are you okay?"

"Oh, of course, I'm fine." Jacques handed the photo to Hotch, repeating "That's her."

"Did you see it?" Hotch took the photo, and Garcia checked the girl. In fact, she was traveling with friends, and it was impossible to be at home, and this was the farthest girl among the eight.

"No, I didn't see it." It was hard for Jacques to describe the feeling, he just felt like his head was going to explode.

"You know, there's no way I'd send someone there without enough evidence," Hotch said, grimly, "after all, our job here is to profile suspects, and we have seven other potential victims. "

"Of course I understand." It's not the first time Jacques has handled a case, so he quickly continued, "So I applied to visit a potential victim, alone."

Hotch didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

Rossi patted Jacques on the shoulder, and told him seriously, "Don't be naughty, okay? If you catch him, you must remember that he is our suspect, not a toy."

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Jacques tried to make his expression look serious, and he nodded into Rossi's eyes.

"Hey, Jacques, your coffee!" Reid just came back from the outside with the coffee, when he saw Jacques leaving the police station in a hurry.

"Taxi!"

Jacques turned into a yellow cab in the drizzle.It was completely dark outside, and the light rain only made the city look more mysterious and dangerous.

"Hey, brother, you came out of the police station? Then you should know the killer?" The driver looked curiously at the black-haired young man in the back seat, and suddenly lowered his voice, "It's that perverted bloodthirsty maniac!"

"What? Sorry, I don't know." Jacques took out the note he had just copied from his pocket, handed it to the driver, and said, "Go, go to this place! Hurry up, you must get to the door!"

"Oh, well, well."

Jacques took a deep breath, and felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he was almost in a state of extreme excitement.

With a trembling right hand, he took out a small bottle from the inner pocket of his coat, tried a few times, and finally took out a small white disc and swallowed it.

The light passing quickly outside the car window stopped in front of a brownish-yellow villa.

Jacques got out of the car, stood at the door, looked at the room with lights on, took a deep breath, took out the penis on the back of his waist to be on guard, lit up the interface of the phone with his left hand, reported to Hotch, and walked slowly The gate is like a big cat that is bound to win, approaching its prey step by step.

"No, I beg you, let me go, no!"

"But, our story hasn't started yet?" The man slowly picked up the knife and walked towards the girl who was lying on the ground, "Have you seen that our story will definitely be popular, and the media outside are all for me The story comes! Tomorrow, I will send them the tape, and when the time comes, when the time comes..."

"When the time comes, they'll write in the title Virginia's Most Failed Writer, huh? Isn't that a good title?" Jacques kicked the man's sidekick to the door and shouted, "Now, Terry Nichols, Put down the knife in your hand!"

"Oh, God, save me!" The girl shouted with all her strength, the wound on her abdomen became more and more ferocious in the constant struggle, she was about to lose her standing, and her voice became weaker.

"Wow, today's story is really exciting." Terry pulled the girl's hair tighter, "How about this, little guy, put the gun down, and I'll give the girl back to you."

The bright dagger was pressed against the girl's fragile neck, and further down was the throbbing carotid artery,

"God, give him the gun quickly, please, give him the gun!" The girl was dying, the wound on her abdomen hadn't solidified yet, and the blood soaked through her clothes, ticking, ticking, falling on the floor.

"I shouldn't have come back early." The girl regretted painfully.

The thick rusty smell of blood and the beep of the coffee machine "drip, drip, drip" constantly stimulated Jacques' brain.

He squinted his eyes and thought, I should take two painkillers.

"bump!"

The flashing fireworks in the dark, the man's ferocious smile, and the girl's painful sobbing all stopped for a moment.

"well done."

He seemed to hear his mother gently encouraging him.

The man fell backwards with the flames, and the girl broke free from the restraint with one breath, and leaned against the sofa, unable to move anymore.

Jacques took the dagger away from the man's hand, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from somewhere to restrain him, without any intention of helping him deal with the wound on his shoulder.

After reporting to Hotch, he also called the emergency number, and Jacques also felt that he had no strength.

He went to the kitchen on his own, poured a cup of coffee from the girl's porcelain cup, took out two pills, and swallowed them.

Jacques sat on the sofa and took a sip from the cup, and then took a sip, puzzled, "Why do you like drinking this stuff so much? It's bitter and astringent and has a weird sour taste."

He stood up, lightly touched the girl's arm with his foot, and asked, "Hey, do you have candy at home?"

The girl opened her eyes with difficulty, and stared at the big boy for a long time in disbelief. After realizing that the boy was serious, she struggled to point in a direction with her right hand.

"Oh, thank you."