CM The future I see without you

The vegetation heated by the sun exudes a faint and somewhat bitter smell. The huge jasmine flowers on both sides of the road overlap and squeeze into a pile. The sweet fragrance attracts noisy bees, butterflies, and all kinds of unknown names. Little insects, they flap their transparent and fragile wings and fly around in the quiet branches and leaves.

It's like weaving a colorful and chaotic web of reality, the middle roads and choices are entangled and overlapped, but the answer remains the same forever.

The crowd hid in the far corner and talked a lot. The thin boy was stubbornly standing in the sun. He never knew that so much blood could flow from a person's body. The woman closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth showed blood. A relieved smile.

She is dead.

It is the first lesson she taught the boy as a mother in her short life: don't struggle, fate will lead you to the first look, no matter how absurd and rugged the road is, the inherent difficulties of life will always be there waiting for you.

**

Jacques leaned against the door and took a deep breath with his eyes closed. He took the eyes off the bridge of his nose with one hand and threw them at the corner of the wall. He rubbed the sore root of his nose vigorously, as if this could drive away the inexplicable scene. Out of mind.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps behind the door, he stopped suddenly, turned around and took two steps back cautiously, holding the gun with both hands, his shoulders arched back faintly with force, the muzzle of the black gun was aimed at the still man the gate.

The light and shadow flickered in the crack of the door, and Jacques heard an extremely restrained breathing and a clear sound of being loaded.

The Israeli Versia military design company Meron has no bullpup rifles and guns. Six NO.12 caliber bullets can smash an adult African elephant into a sieve in an instant.

Both sides of the door fell silent at the same time, the two of them were silent, sweat evaporated in the sweltering air, leaving sticky salt stains on their skin.

This feeling is very strange, maybe in the next second the door will be crushed by overwhelming bullets, countless hard shrapnel with sawdust cut open the skin at the same time, penetrate the bloody connective tissue and bones, maybe the breathing will be interrupted at the same time, but If you are unlucky, you have to wait for the blood in your body to drain drop by drop.

Death is in front of him, but the extreme fear is fleeting. Jacques feels that the blood in his whole body is like the piercing water waves of the arctic river, washing his brain from top to bottom, roaming his limbs, and drilling into his warm internal organs.His hand holding the gun was sore and numb, his fingertips seemed to be buzzing like countless bees, and his heart let out a hoarse growl with great desire. The huge flowers before the eyes of time turned into red or white roses again.

He tried to suppress himself, but every restrained breath made his nerves more excited.

I don't know who moved first. The sound of leather shoes rubbing against the exposed concrete floor was sharp and piercing. Jacques narrowed his eyes, pulled the trigger suddenly, and then turned around. The flying shrapnel and flames surged in the corner of his eye. Jacques' brain was highly tense. There was a blank space, sweat seeped into the outermost layer of the bulletproof vest, and the gunfire stopped, like a short-lived helplessness in the last struggle of life.

A second of contest is like half a century to young people.

Panting heavily, Jacques tossed the spent gun aside, and slowly knelt down beside the suspect, kicking away the gun that had fallen beside him.

The man who fell down looked at the indifferent young man in disbelief. He tried to get up, but the stench of burnt protein came from the hollow on his right shoulder, and the smell of blood gradually filled the whole room. He had no strength left. Feeling dizzy from lack of blood and oxygen, life is only supported by a little adrenaline, and the whole world is spinning rapidly, just like the feeling when my mother took me on a roller coaster when I was a child.

Jacques bent down to pick up his glasses from the corner, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and put them back on.

He leaned against the wall in silence, his temples were throbbing, he tried to adjust his breathing several times but failed to stabilize, his heart was beating very fast.He wanted to touch a cigarette from his pocket, but his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and his fingers were weak.

The man on the ground opened his eyes with all his strength and took a last look at this demon-like young man. He passed out without saying anything.

"boom!"

Jacques turned his head, the fragile door was hit by someone, and it hit the ground heavily, completely shattered into powder.

Estrada gasped, sweat dripping from his brow onto the concrete, merging into black blood.He looked at the young man standing aside: "You... are you okay?"

Jacques shook his head.

Estrada picked up the rifle and gun with his feet, weighed them carefully in his hand for a while, and said, "It looks like this is the prototype that came out at the beginning, I'll fuck it, I finally got it, the CIA gang can seal the factory gone."

Jacques didn't speak, he lowered his head tremblingly sliding the lid of the lighter, several times without success.

Estrada originally wanted to squat down to stop the bleeding of the man on the ground, but suddenly heaved a heavy sigh, stood up abruptly, walked to the young man, grabbed the lighter in his hand, and with a crisp "snap", passed the light blue flame to the young man. To the tip of the cigarette Jacques was biting.

Jacques squinted his eyes and took a shallow breath, and white smoke slowly rose between the two of them.

Estrada looked at his forehead covered with sweat, and the words of persuasion were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Jacques glanced at him strangely, stuffed the lighter into his pocket, and walked out. Halfway through, he turned around and reminded him, "Have you called an ambulance? The CIA said you'll die."

Estrada blinked his eyes before realizing it. He turned on the headset and shouted, "Campbell, where's the ambulance!?"

"One minute." Campbell sat in the office thousands of miles away, looked at the monitor on the screen, and said, "By the time you think about it, the blood will be shed, okay?! Trace has already sent emergency personnel to The community is on standby."

"Didn't Jacques think of that too?"

"Him?" Campbell was silent for a while, and just when Estrada thought he wouldn't answer, he muttered, "As long as he can survive the CIA, he has to thank God, okay?"

Estrada looked at the huge hollow on the shoulder of the man on the ground. Bare bones, fascia, and blood vessels were still visible on the charred section. He paused, and suddenly asked, "Tell me, how did he decide to shoot?" Direction? Does he have clairvoyance? There is a door between the two of them..."

Campbell looked at the smashed wooden door on the surveillance screen, sighed, the tense tendon in his back suddenly loosened, and he fell limply on the computer chair, thought for a while, and said, "So I I thought Trace called the ambulance just for Jacques. What do you think he is from? Don’t laugh, I’m serious, do you think he is a devil? Did he come from hell to the world to take revenge on society wearing the skin of an angel? "

Estrada squatted on the ground and used a simple cloth strip to stop the man's bleeding, tied a knot roughly, and said, "Whoever he is, as long as he is caught."

The sun was very bright outside, and the bright light carried a long-lasting and vast tranquility, as if the benevolent and clear eyes of a god penetrated the restlessness deep in the soul, Jacques couldn't help but slightly blocked it with his hands.

"Hey! Jacques! Here!" Cohen pushed open the car door and waved vigorously to the young man.

Jacques glanced at her, frowned, and pulled off his heavy bulletproof vest while walking. When he was about to arrive, after thinking about it, he threw the half-burned cigarette in his mouth into the trash can on the side of the road, and took a picture. After patting the clothes on his body, he bent down and got into the car.

Cohen's leg injury has healed well, at least he can jump and jump now.But Trace was still a little worried, so she was only arranged to be Jacques' driver for this mission.

The corners of the girl's eyes were drooping with the cold ice that kept people thousands of miles away in the past, but the corners of her mouth were raised, obviously she was in a good mood. She quickly sat down in her seat, and then unbuttoned the evidence bag and put it on her lap to prepare.

Jacques threw aside the vest in his hand, took the bag handed over by Cohen, and put the rifle and gun in it.He said softly, "Go back."

"Oh, good!" Cohen glanced carefully at the young man in the back seat, and turned the car key.

The Chevrolet made a clear roar at random, and the body began to vibrate. Jacques felt a little uncomfortable. He leaned against the window glass and watched the tall banyan trees in the neighborhood pass by and then disappeared.

"By the way, Jacques, can I ask you a question?" Cohen looked a little embarrassed, she glanced at the resting young man with closed eyes in the rearview mirror, and said softly.

Jacques nodded.

"How did you locate the location?" Cohen tried to organize his words. "I mean, through a door to locate the suspect's shoulder and in one shot..."

"How tall is he?"

Cohen froze for a moment, and then reported a number. She saw Jacques nodded slightly, and finished talking about all the physical signs of the suspect in one breath.

Jacques said slowly: "The arrest we are talking about is actually full of various rapidly changing situations. The first point is that you have to know your prisoner."

"What does that have to do with you hitting him?"

"The size tells you his height across the door, and the position of the gun."

"Then?"

"Do you remember that we analyzed this man before we arrested him?" Jacques opened his eyes, looked at Cohen with a pensive face through the rearview mirror through the lens, and said, "He is a very typical character with low self-esteem. That is to say, although he is just an ordinary middle-aged man most of the time, has a stable job, although he is not married, he has adopted many stray cats and dogs, he is kind and kind, but you have to admit that he is very inferior."

"The information collected by Campbell said that his parents were at odds when he was a child, and his lack of love as a teenager made him long for more affirmation and recognition. At the same time, he had a clear tendency of perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder. How would he react when he attacked?"

"Take the initiative to attack?"

Jacques shook his head and said: "No, he will first try to seek compensation or help from the outside world, but we have controlled his offline from the beginning. Obviously, this way is not good. The second option is also his The last option is to attack."

Jacques paused, he didn't know what he thought of, and after a long silence, he said slowly: "The previous failure to seek help told him that this was his last chance, and the excessive competitiveness brought about by excessive inferiority oppressed him to succeed." , So, thinking about his body posture at this time, hitting him is a relatively easy thing."

Really? Cohen was a little suspicious, she frowned and sorted out her thoughts, and asked, "Then, what if he succeeds the first time?"

"A person is always in a state of insecurity and anxiety in his heart. No matter how much he has, he will be ignored by his subconscious mind, and he will use self-denial, self-doubt, and even self-destruction as a psychological defense mechanism." Jacques said softly Said, "So no matter what, he will choose to wait for me there, waiting for the last resistance in his life."

The car fell into a long silence as the young man’s words ended. Jacques rolled down the car window, the sun outside the car was vigorous, and its majesty filled the sky, the bees flew and the butterflies danced, the vegetation swayed, and the chilly wind hit his face Coming, like cold winter shooting countless sharp arrows towards hot summer.

"A lot of people are like that," Jacques said.

"what?"

"I mean, a lot of people are like this, it seems like a normal passer-by, with a wonderful family, a good school, a stable job, there's nothing wrong with that, but at the same time, He also had an evil, vile, completely parallel life, full of depraved violence, destruction, fear, and death. I had a mentor who had been studying their personality development during his lifetime. He studied a lot of serial murderers and explored their growth. , their emotional lives and careers, and finally, he told me that evildoers are also human.”

After finishing speaking, Jacques fell silent again, until the vehicle was parked firmly in the FBI's underground garage, he seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Cohen." He stopped the confused girl and said, "Dave Rossi will conduct a training on criminal psychology profiling in the conference hall on the first floor of the college in two days, you, if you have time..."

"Huh? Yes, but I heard that only recommended agents can participate."

"So I recommend you." Jacques said lightly, "Sometimes you have to know that this society is not much safer than the battlefield, and it is always good to learn more."

Cohen looked at the young man leaning on the car, thought for a while, nodded slowly, and said, "I will go."

She turned around and walked a few steps, only to realize that the young man hadn't followed, turned around again, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"You go back first, I, I'll wait a little longer."

Cohen gave him a puzzled look and said, "Okay."

Jacques watched her go far away, and then slowly stood up straight. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, walked slowly around the white boundary line, and walked to the only lamp by the corner of the wall. He thought for a while, He took out a box of "Camel" from his pocket, took out a white cigarette skillfully from it and put it into his mouth, and "snapped" the silver lighter with his left hand, and the blue light shone on the lens. Small white smoke billowed from the corner of the garage, and Jacques closed his eyes before he felt that the pain in his head had been relieved for a long time.

The garage is very dark, just two or three dim yellow lights are on, and the red light of the surveillance camera is shining in the corner on the top of the wall.

Little by little, like the eyes of a bat hanging upside down.

Jacques turned around uncomfortably, leaning his back against the wall, gently crushed out the cigarette butt, and lit another.

**

When it was time to get off work, Hotch told everyone that Ashley had been transferred to AndiSwan's human trafficking task force, and Rossi had handled the procedures by himself.

"What about Blake? Is she not coming back?" Emily asked with some concern.

HOtch glanced at Reid and shook his head.

"So," MOrgan took a sip of coffee and asked doubtfully, "We have a new member?"

Rossi smiled.He looked in the direction of the door and said, "We do have a member, but she..."

Before she finished speaking, JJ pushed open the door with a cardboard box in her arms. She walked quickly to a desk, and before Reid stepped forward to help her, she threw everything away Heaped it on the table and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Isn't it?" MOrgan looked at her with disbelief, he tugged at the corner of the doctor's clothes, and said softly, "Hey, Kid, pinch me quickly, why do I feel like this is a dream? "

After he finished speaking, he started laughing.

Garcia reacted faster, and before Hotch announced the news, she screamed and rushed to JJ, opened her arms to hold her long-lost friend tightly in her arms, and couldn't help shaking left and right.She opened her eyes wide and murmured, "Did you really come back? Is this real? Oh, my God, you know, you know I can't wait to go home with you after that day is over! I want to You! Oh, I really, really miss you!"

As she spoke, her eyes turned red, and she finally cried a little.

JJ smiled and patted her on the back, glanced at Hotch, and said to everyone: "Yes, I'm back. Strauss just transferred me back yesterday, and I hope I can resume my original position."

Rossi smiled gratifiedly, and said, "She always wanted you to come back."

MOrgan and Garcia glanced at each other, and at the same time they looked directly at Rossi.

Rossi coughed lightly and said, "Don't look at me like that! In that position, she is also very difficult..."

Hotch's mouth turned up rarely, and he said, "Don't be nervous, Dave. We didn't say anything."

"Oh, forget it! Look at you! You almost put the microphone in my mouth!" Rossi rolled his eyes indecently, and said, "If you have nothing to do, I'll be off work."

Hotch shrugged, "Of course."

Rossi turned his head and gave a warning look at the restless gossiping children, and waited for them to look away obediently before walking away slowly with their suits and purses.

"Let's get off work and go home early." Hotch said lightly, then turned and went back to the office.He has been very busy during this time, even if the off-duty people have left, he will stay to deal with the documents left over from the previous days, sometimes when Reid comes early in the morning, he can still see the lights in his office are on.

Morgan has already started to help JJ carry things. He held the box in both hands, touched Reid lightly when he went up the stairs, and said, "He's in a bad mood these days, let him calm down for a while."

Reid thought for a while and said, "Is it because of Haley?"

MOrgan nodded helplessly, and said: "Who else? Ever since Jack was... Ever since that time, Haley sent Jack to his parents' house. I also heard that Hotch has been applying for marriage counseling during this time." consultant."

Reid sighed in his heart, he took the stack of books on MOrgan's box, and followed behind step by step.

"By the way, how is Jacques these days?" Morgan asked.

Reid frowned, and he said, "He, he's been very busy, you know, their group...forget it, I don't know when he started smoking, and he still wants to hide it from me, and he always takes it on himself Perfume..."

"Smoking? Ohh, it's not a good habit."

"Nicotine, tar... 1300 kinds of carcinogens make the blood thicker, the blood vessels harden, and the chances of lung cancer, esophageal cancer and various cancers are multiplied..." Reid rambled about the time to popularize science, and when MOrgan turned around impatiently, he Suddenly fell silent.

"what happened?"

Reid glanced hesitantly at JJ, Emily, and Garcia who were laughing and playing in the hall, thought for a while, and asked: "That day, Jacques, did Jacques..."

"You want to ask, is he going to propose to you?" Morgan put the box on JJ's desk, and put the books in Reid's arms back on the shelf one by one, and said.

Reid trembled, slowly lowered his head, looked at the tip of his shoe, and rubbed his thumb against his index finger.

Morgan patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're walking too fast, Reid, of course it's important that Maeve waits for you to save him, but can't you give him 3 more minutes? After you left the other day He drank alone on it, and didn't listen to anyone."

"Okay, Kid, I know what you're struggling with." Morgan carefully took out the contents of the box, placed them on the table, and said, "Jacques is a proud person, of course, I know you love each other, But you gotta give him time, I mean, any man who fails to propose needs a little time to come out of the shadows. Hey, don't look at me like that, or, or, you go propose?"

Reid was startled, and suddenly realized, he said softly: "You are right, otherwise, when the matter is over..."

"Wait until it's over?" Morgan asked puzzled, "What? Maeve is safe, the suspect is caught, what's more important than this? Reid, you've already lost one chance, don't lose a second. You can't always wait for this to end and wait for that to end..."

"But……"

"No but!" Morgan looked firmly into the doctor's eyes, and suddenly frowned, he said, "Wait, wait, aren't you afraid?"

"I didn't, I didn't!" Reid slapped his hand off, turned around and was about to walk outside.

"If you don't have it, you don't have it..." Morgan sorted the empty boxes and garbage together, and muttered, "Is it interesting to lie to yourself with such a big reaction?"

Reid went down the stairs, the girls were still giggling and gossiping about the latest, he picked up his messenger bag absently, ready to go home.

When he opened the door and went out, he looked back at Morgan again. He had packed his things, but he was lazily lying on the sofa with Garcia in his arms, playing mobile games.

Reid asked, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Go? Where are you going?" Morgan said without taking his eyes off the phone screen, "Reid, I'm not like you. Now I'm eating enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry. Where else can I go?"

Garcia's smiling eyes narrowed, and she announced loudly, "Derek is the boyfriend of all three of us today! He's not allowed to go anywhere!"

Reid glanced at Emily and JJ who were picking out lipsticks for each other, suddenly realized, and said, "Well, Jacques is still waiting for me in the garage, I have to go first."

JJ turned his head and said with a smile, "Go now! By the way, thank him for me!"

"Of course." Reid waved at his friends, turned around and straightened the strap of his satchel, and left the BAU office hall with a heavy heart.