CM The future I see without you

Police cars, ambulances, microphones, and cameras, even in the middle of the night, the advanced technological civilization of mankind can light up the darkness like daytime.

"Jacques, are you okay?" Reid ran over first, but saw the black-haired young man holding a coffee cup under the light yellow light, frowning and staring blankly.

The girl's wound was simply stopped bleeding, lying on the carpet and staring viciously at a corner of the living room, the man, my God, Terry Nichols, his entire shoulder was covered with blood, even his lips were gray.

"Don't worry, he's fine, he's still alive." Jacques handed the cup in his hand to Reid, and said aggrievedly like a child, "This coffee doesn't taste good at all!"

Reid took the cup silently, and suddenly found something wrong with the touch of his feet. He moved his feet away and found at least a dozen caramel wrappers thrown beside the sofa.

Finally, Emily found a camera in the far corner of the living room, which faithfully recorded the entire crime scene, even when the suspect refused to plead guilty, and had the most direct evidence.

It was almost early morning, and everyone in BAU said goodbye at the police station and drove home directly.

"So, why don't you go back?" Reid packed his things and came out and saw Jacques still hovering at the gate of the police station, asked strangely.

"I'm waiting for a taxi."

"Don't you have a car?" Reid asked, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Didn't you say that your home is near here?"

"I mean near the FBI building."

"But this police station is on the block in front of the FBI building."

Jacques innocently looked back at the curly-haired doctor, and retorted seriously, "But for me, that's a new world, do you understand?"

"Okay," Reid thought to himself, almost like a child.

He opened the umbrella and sincerely invited, "If you don't mind, how about I take you back? Well, I mean, my house is also nearby."

"Oh, really?" Jacques rubbed his head and said in a daze, "Of course, that would be great."

His hair is more messy. Reid looked at the young man who was walking on his left, half a head lower than himself, and there was still a faint aroma of milk floating in the air.

"Jacques."

"kindness?"

"It's better not to be alone next time, you should find a companion, such as Morgan, or, or, I can do it too."

"But Morgan needs help profiling the suspect, and, Dr. Reid, I want to ask, did you pass the shooting test last time?"

"..." Reid was glad that it was night, and the young man couldn't see his silent and embarrassed look.

After 5 minutes, Reid stopped, pondered for a while, and asked, "Jacques, is your home at this address?"

"That's right," Jacques glanced at the phone and said with certainty, "This is the address the landlord sent me, that's right."

"So, you're the new tenant upstairs from me?"

"Eh? Oh, it seems, isn't it."

Reid watched the young man shake his hair, the black hair was like the softest silk in Huaguo, attached to the young man's fair cheeks.

"Hey, Dr. Reid," Jacques suddenly remembered something, and smiled like a child begging for candy, he said, "So, tomorrow, can we go to work together?"

Reid glanced at him unexpectedly, his clear blue eyes were full of pleading, he couldn't help laughing, nodded, and said, "Of course."

**

It was raining and it became heavier in the early hours of the morning, thick raindrops crashed to the ground, Jacques opened the window, and the whole air was filled with floating dust and cold raindrops.

It's only five o'clock in the morning, but my head starts to throb and hurt again. Jacques poured the whole bottle of pills on the smooth nanmu tabletop and counted them. This month was consumed very quickly, and it was only at the beginning of the month, and there was only half of the amount.

The young man sighed, and finally put the pills back into the bottle one by one.

The windows were not closed, and the white gauze curtains were wet from the flying rain, curling up on the glass like white rose petals falling into the soil.

Like a groundhog, Jacques hid himself in a cave made of soft quilts, only showing a pair of eyes staring at the medicine bottle on the bedside table, and finally couldn't control himself, and ate a piece.

The bitter taste permeated the tip of the tongue and deep in the throat. Jacques listened to the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the glass window, and his brain began to become chaotic, and double images appeared in front of his eyes.

"A-Dong." A gentle female voice floated from a distance. When Jacques was about to turn around to pursue, the scene in front of him was suddenly magnified infinitely. He felt his limbs were weak, and the pain in the back of the occipital came one after another. He blinked and found himself being held firmly in his arms. .

"Hey, little guy," Jason no longer had that stern look, he smiled softly, and said, "It's all right, you're safe."

Safe?

Jacques was taken aback, he turned his head and saw police cars and ambulances parked on the empty lawn, noisy voices, children being carried out of the villa constantly, and people struggling to escape.

The sound of gunfire, cursing, and the cry of a child were as sharp as a sharp sword piercing Jacques' brain.

"No!"

Jacques was startled suddenly, the scene in front of him turned into the dark and cold room, he raised his head subconsciously, the indicator light of the monitor kept flashing green light towards him.

A little boy was sitting upright on the simple wooden table, holding the "Introduction to Psychoanalysis" that he had already turned half through in his immature hands.

It was too hot, Jacques accelerated his breathing rate, and suddenly heard the iron door next to him being closed with a "touch".He lowered his head and looked at the silent and calm boy. He turned another page and looked at the densely packed notes on the yellowed paper with steady eyes. It seemed that he couldn't hear the sharp shouts of children outside and the vicious curses of men. .

Another child left here, another new child left his family, another day passed.