CM The future I see without you

"When we explore human nature, what are we talking about?" Rossi turned off the projection, supported the podium with both hands, and glanced at the faces of the students.

He paused for a long time, then turned around and turned on the headlights in the classroom. The dazzling light instantly illuminated every corner of the room. Young or experienced detectives and sheriffs all raised their hands to cover their eyes. A dissatisfied complaint came out of his mouth.

Rossi shook his head with a smile, and said: "This is the most instinctive feeling of human beings. The physiological reflex belonging to animals is the first step in our understanding of human nature. However, human beings are not ordinary animals, but a body, mind and soul. The complex world of sensibility, intellect and comprehension. When we sink into the world of instinctive feeling, it’s like the light is turned on for a moment, and everything is chaotic for us, with no rules to follow. At this time, you There is no way to detect a person's psychological world, because you can't apply simple physiological reactions to all criminals. You need to break through the appearance, explore his inner world, and understand his social environment and his growth. , education, the ideas he has accepted since he was a child, and then think about it, to consciously perceive where the problem is."

"But they are just criminals." A young detective shrugged and said, "To understand their psychological problems, that's what a psychological counselor or, or a psychotherapist should do."

Rossi replied, "Because it's more important to know the motive than the modus operandi. Still, it's a great question, Detective, because there were quite a few people who questioned the decision in the early days of the BAU, and they thought the same as you. , and even more obstinately, say, that crime is an accident, that all criminals are born."

The young detective burst out laughing when he heard the "puchi" sound from the colleagues here and next to him, and the atmosphere seemed to ease a lot.

Rossi waited for the classroom to be quiet, and continued: "But now we know that it is not true. Some personalities are indeed derived from genes. However, the acquired environment determines how much these personalities are amplified or suppressed. The social environment affects the family, and the family is bad. The quality of the environment determines whether he will be an angel or a demon when he grows up. Serial killers are not accidental, he is a product of society, and he appears because of problems in our society. I don’t want you to understand or familiarize yourself with the mental journey of each criminal in detail, but to answer these two questions.”

He paused, then said slowly and seriously: "What caused these evils, and how can we eliminate some of them?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to the detective who asked the question just now, and said softly: "This is also the question that BAU has been exploring, and it is also the direction of our efforts. Well, this class will stop here for the time being, and we will see you next time." .”

Rossi packed up his things, pushed open the door and walked out, startled slightly, he saw the young man leaning against the wall of the aisle opposite, listless, pale, with an unhealthy bruise on his lips.With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the tip of the young man's nose, he lowered his head and smoked without any scruples. The cigarette butts were faintly visible in his lenses, and he couldn't see through his eyes for a while.

He sighed, stepped forward and took down the half-burned cigarette, threw it on the ground and crushed it, and asked, "What can I do for you?"

Jacques looked at him fixedly, took a step back slightly, squinted his eyes, kept rubbing his right index finger against his lips, and suddenly didn't know how to answer this simple question, he had been thinking for too long, and Rossi was impatient He looked at his watch and was about to leave when the young man asked, "Dave, do you know Einstein? Agent Einstein?"

This strange but familiar name came rushing through time and memory with the smile and voice of the old man. Rossi stared blankly at the young man, hesitating. After becoming that little child, Jason is still there, and those sacrificed comrades are still there, still the same as when they were young. They put their shoulders on each other and stood behind the young man with a smile on their faces.

"Dave?"

Rossi came back to his senses, and the phantom shattered into countless tiny particles in the blink of an eye, floating in the air. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, turned around, and said as he walked, "Yes, I know it."

"So, so there really is such a person." Jacques couldn't help lighting another cigarette, and misty white smoke rose between the two of them. He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I thought it was My brain finally broke."

"Do you remember the group of people who were kidnapped when you were a child?" Rossi said, "Einstein was the No. 3 undercover agent we sent after we targeted them."

Jacques nodded thoughtfully, took a puff of cigarette silently, and asked again: "Why can't the system find the records of this person in the case? Or the records of the three people who died?"

"Sorry, I've told you what Jason and I know. As for those records, it's up to your father, Jacques." Rossi said, "After you were freed, he took over the case and completed all the follow-up Under his arrangement, the victims and family members of the deceased detectives went to live in other cities or countries incognito under his arrangement. It is all thanks to him that the case that caused a sensation all over the country was stopped in such a short period of time. Jacques, I mean, no one can do it better than him, whether the victim or the police officer who died, the last thing they need is public attention. Later, the people who participated in the case walked away, and the deceased Sacrifice, now I am the only one left."

His voice slowly sank as he walked forward, and then there was only silence between the two of them.

The two walked in the aisle on the first floor of the FBI Academy building one after the other. The students or lecturers in uniforms passed by with materials in their hands. Occasionally, they would stop when they met a few colleagues they knew. say hi.

The leaves of the tall cypress trees outside have already changed their color, withered yellow mixed with a little bit of brown-green, adding a soft and sad taste in the icy wind.The sky is no longer as bright and blue as it was in midsummer, and the last trace of dryness and heat was dissipated by the overnight autumn rain a few days ago.

Rossi said suddenly: "I think that's what your father meant, not to mention that it involved his only child, and even applied for judicial protection, but it didn't pass. But those records... I'm sorry."

"Judicial protection?" Jacques asked suspiciously, "Need so..."

Rossi nodded understandingly, and he said, "Because one person escaped, Jacques, the most important person."

"Who?" Jacques vaguely had an answer in his mind, but he still couldn't help asking.

Rossi stopped, the name seemed to be more unspeakable than those heinous serial murderers, he thought for a while, and said: "At that time, everyone in that organization pointed out that there was such a person who was like a tutor You go to class, that man has been with you for at least a year and a half, and if you don't consider personnel transfers or anything else, we think that man is Black Jaffersond."

Jacques turned his head suddenly, his eyes flicked among the crowd around him, and he said, "You found him, but you didn't catch him."

Rossi narrowed his eyes and said: "Jacques, maybe you forgot, you were the one who sent us the place where the prison was held at that time, and you also told us the organization's weaponry and the number of hostages. Although it is unbelievable, the operation was successful. But at that time, you were diagnosed with ASHA (speech dysfunction) and some other mental disorders by the doctor, and all Aidan did was to protect you from the second harm caused by the interrogation."

The confusing case and the messy confession of the prisoner came to my mind together with the pressure brought by the boss and the outside world. Those unanswerable questions resurfaced at this moment. Rossi paused for a while, frowned slightly, and said: "If you Now that I think about it, can you answer my question: How did you find Jason who just accepted the case after being imprisoned for two years? Is the USB flash drive that Einstein did not bring out with you? BlackJafferson escaped, and you were the one Help him?"

Jacques looked at the calm and angry Rossi, and he suddenly realized that these questions did not fade away in his heart because of the end of the case or the passing of old people, but like a fishbone stuck in his throat, small and soft, but reminded himself all the time The longer the time, the stronger the pain.

The young man helped the glasses that had slid down from the bridge of his nose, brushed off Rossi's hand, and replied firmly, "No, I don't know."

The Italian man lowered his head in frustration, sighed, and quickly sank down.After a long time, Rossi regained his composure and his usual elegant smile. He glanced at the pale young man with a complex expression, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, brat, let's go. Let's go."

When he got to the gate, Rossi saw the black Mercedes parked not far away, the driver's window was half open, exposing the doctor's curly long chestnut hair.

Jacques said softly: "Dave, why did Jason believe me back then? You also said that I was just a child at the time, and those data and information were probably just a prank."

Rossi looked over at him and said, "Do you remember the first question Jason asked you when we were talking on the radio?"

Jacques shook his head.

"He asked you, who are you," Rossi said.

"And then? How did I answer?"

Rossi smiled, turned his head, looked at the golden woods in the distance, and returned his eyes to the marble steps under his feet, the smile on his mouth slowly faded, and he said: "Victim, you tell us that you are a victim .”

Jacques was stunned, his heart skipped a beat, a strong palpitation rushed from top to bottom, his stomach contracted violently, the intestines and bile ducts inside his abdomen became excited at the same time, his ears buzzed, and sweat flowed out silently His forehead dripped down, and his throat felt like it had been attacked by sulfuric acid.

The young man turned his head unconsciously, and the slender smoke slipped from between his fingers, hitting the water-stained marble floor with a "beep", and a small white smoke rose.

Rossi didn't notice the abnormality of the people around him, and greeted Reid in the car with a smile, and asked Jacques in a low voice: "By the way, you didn't come all the way this time just to ask such a question, did you?"

Jacques twitched the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath, and after stabilizing himself for a moment, he replied flatly: "I came here to remind you that Jack's birthday will not be forgotten today."

Rossi said helplessly: "Can't you make a better excuse next time? You don't have to hide these things from him."

Jacques sighed and said, "Next time."

Rossi wanted to say something more, but saw the young man seriously patted his coat, shook his collar, and lowered his head to smell it. He felt that it was almost done, and without saying goodbye to the elders, he left on his own and returned to the car.

He stood on the steps of the college building and watched the black car go away little by little. After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind blew past, like a sharp knife across his cheek, and the cold and pain brought Rossi back to reality , he rubbed his stiff face, stomped his feet, turned around and went back to the building, he still had a training class on profiling in the afternoon.

**

"Spencer, to be honest, I don't think Jack might like this book." Jacques put Reid's thousands of books in his hands and flipped them left and right, and then persuaded him tactfully.

"Why? He likes math."

Jacques put the light purple cover of "Elementary Mathematics from High Perspectives" back into the arms of the doubtful doctor, and said, "He likes mathematics, but it doesn't mean that an eight-year-old can understand Klein's number theory, okay?" ?”

Reid frowned and wiped off the water stains on Jacques' collar. After thinking about it, he felt that it made sense, but he still felt a little regretful. He reluctantly flipped through the book before putting it back, and said, "If he If you don't understand, you can ask me, now I have a smart phone, and video calls are fine... well, if he is really not smart, I can help with Caltech and Yale, and I can write a recommendation What do you believe..."

Jacques was held by his hand and walked out of the bookstore. Hearing the doctor's words, his anxious mood suddenly calmed down. He turned his head and just saw Reid looking back at him slightly, and the two collided straight into each other's eyes.

Then they smiled at each other, looked away naturally, but clenched their hands even tighter.

"What about you? Didn't you prepare any gifts?" Reid asked, "Hotch said it shouldn't be too expensive, otherwise he has the right to say no."

"Expensive?" Jacques thought about it carefully, and then said firmly, "No, when I choose gifts, price is never the first criterion."

"Jacques, I think you still don't get the point of how much is valuable..."

"Spencer, I'm just not in good health recently, and it's not that my brain is broken." Jacques patiently explained, "Okay, okay, I will let you read it when I get home. If you are not satisfied, when the time comes I'll go buy it again."

Reid nodded frankly. He said so much, as if he was waiting for the other party to say this invitation.

Although Quantico's shopping center is not as good as Oslight in Houston or Dallas in Texas, it also gathers a considerable number of international brand stores, and the decoration style is mixed with a little Mediterranean style. The commercial center feels a touch of calm from the sea.

Although Reid always complains that this kind of quietness should be attributed to the super elastic sound insulation film in the middle of the multi-layer solid sound insulation glass outside the business center building.

"After filtering out the medium and high noise, the indoor effect can basically be maintained within 35 decibels, which is equivalent to the environment in the suburbs and nursing homes, so you feel quiet." Reid said, "Actually, in the final analysis, it is the power of technology and the decoration. Style... well, even if you include the psychogenic factor you mentioned, it's only 5.00% at most."

Jacques said: "Wait, how did you get that 5.00%? Don't you just make it up? You know I sometimes get distracted when I hear you talking about it, and you can't just make up numbers to lie to me..."

Reid smiled and was about to explain, but found that the young man beside him stopped.He raised his head, and there was a man standing three steps away from the two of them.

He looks about forty years old, with neatly combed oil hair, and the elegant dark blue suit jacket is open, revealing the starched and straight off-white shirt underneath.He smiled slightly, as if seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, but there was a cautious fawning in his eyes.

Reid instinctively pulled Jacques to his side, but a distant and friendly smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Fache, long time no see."

"Dr. Reid, it's been a long time." The man laughed again, a small dimple rolled up on his right cheek, different from the serious alienation when we met at the explosion site last time, this time he looked full of satisfaction Sincere and friendly.

Jacques admired the man he met for the first time, but he was still a little confused, so: "So, he is..."

"Jacques, he is the person in charge of the San Via Hotel." Reid interrupted the man's self-introduction, he stood in front of Jacques, and said to Mr. Fache: "The follow-up of that case has been handed over to the local police station ..."

"No, you misunderstood, Dr. Reid." The man shook his head slightly and said, "It's just my vacation now, I'm just like you, I just go out to go shopping."

Jacques' eyes wandered back and forth in front of Reid and the strange man, they all mentioned his name in and out of their words, but he didn't have any sense of presence.The conversation between the two was as obscure as if it had been encrypted with countless layers of Morse code. He could only shrug his shoulders and said, "If you want to talk, you might as well go to that coffee shop." Take a break.

"No, we're just saying hello," Reid said.

"No, thank you very much, but next time." Mr. Fache politely refused.

Jacques wanted to invite again, and Reid said to him: "Jacques, why don't you go over and order me a glass of espresso..."

"Why don't you try French roasting? Brazilian sandos, or use other coffee beans, the acidity is not high, and the taste is not too astringent." The man looked at Jacques and said with a smile, "What about you? Jacques? Yes Is it Jacques? What kind of flavor do you like?"

Jacques didn't know why he suddenly lost interest in him, he replied lightly: "I drink water."

Reid couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth. After watching the young man walk away, he said to the man: "If you want to know Jacques, you can try Doraemon next time. He likes Japanese anime more recently."

The man nodded thoughtfully and said, "I will."

He turned his head and glanced at the young man's back from afar, then turned his gaze back to the doctor's face, and said in a low voice, "About that cello..."

Reid narrowed his eyes.

The man said: "We know you are still investigating, if you need anything, call and we can provide all the help you need."

Reid opened his eyes slightly, and the man had already passed by.

After a few seconds, the phone began to buzz and vibrate.

After unlocking the screen, there was an unknown text message with a private mobile phone number.