CM The future I see without you

"The eyes are the windows to the soul, so the face is more like the door to the soul. The subtle contraction of every small bundle of muscle fibers can convey all kinds of human emotions.

The face not only conveys who we are, but also helps us perceive the world or the world perceives us all the time, allowing us to see, smell, hear, and feel the breeze. "

Jacques watched Dean seriously explaining with a black pistol and gun, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the words that the professor who specialized in micro-expressions said to him.

"Hey! Where are you looking?!" Dean raised his head and caught sight of the boy staring blankly at his face, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to knock a shudder on the forehead of Jacques, who was still a teenager.

Jacques was startled, recovered, and replied foolishly: "You."

"Me? See what I'm doing?" Dean put down the accessories in his hands, and leaned lazily on the chair, looking at the boy strangely, the fragile wooden furniture "creaked" under his strong body.

Jacques looked at him seriously for a while, then nodded and said, "You're in love."

Levine, who was drinking water next to him, was taken aback by these words. The coffee flowing down his throat and into his stomach and intestines hit his nose and mouth violently, and then splashed out. Before Natalie could react from Jacques' words, he was browned. Black liquid sprayed all over her face, and she let out a horrified cry and jumped up and ran behind Dean.

In order not to splash the other two teammates who looked disgusted, Levine could only consciously shrink into the corner of the office area while covering his mouth while enduring the pain of a severe cough.

When he finally recovered, the first sentence he said was: "Stinky boy, don't you have fucking mind reading skills? You can tell from this?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately realized that something was wrong, held a ball of paper towards Dean, and asked, "No, didn't you just get divorced?"

"What divorce? Can you talk?" Dean threw the ball of paper back again, "Is that why I'm breaking off the engagement? I'm still a brand new unmarried person!"

He turned around, frowned and asked Jacques: "How do you know I'm in a relationship? No, why do you say I'm in a relationship?"

Natalie hummed softly and said, "Isn't Jacques a profiler?"

"Is there any difference between that kind of thing and us psychologists and intelligence experts?" Levine pouted and said.

"Shut up." Dean reprimanded lightly, turned his head to stare into Jacques' calm eyes, and asked again, "Why do you say I'm in a relationship?"

Jacques blinked, he could understand Dean's serious and tense attitude, and said, "You're too obvious."

"Like?"

"When I first came here, I was a complete stranger to you." Jacques said, "I took the facial expressions and body language of those days as a baseline, so that I can easily observe you, emmm, Some unusual state."

"You observe me?"

"I observe everyone." Jacques looked back at Dean calmly, and answered seriously.

Dean fell silent, he squinted his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him again, and said, "Then your profiling, wait, and those prejudgments..."

Jacques frowned slightly, he subconsciously avoided the scrutiny of the other side, and replied in a low voice: "I don't know."

Dean paused for a moment, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, blinked, and said, "Okay, tell me, what was I thinking?"

Jacques is a little sad: "You don't believe what I say, you think these theories are nonsense or a game between children, no matter what, you don't believe me, this is very typical contempt, and there are some high-level pleasures Even so, your heart is terrified, because you don't want us to know that you are in a close relationship now, or you want to protect another person in this relationship..."

Jacques talked a lot, and he stopped when he was thirsty. He looked at the three pairs of eyes staring at him blankly, and asked hesitantly, "Is there anything wrong with what you said?"

Natalie shook her head, she glanced at Levine who was also surprised, and said, "This seems to be the first time you've said so many words..."

Levine yawned and muttered vaguely: "But it's much cuter than not saying anything before."

Dean also nodded and said: "The analysis is very good. You should talk more in the future. We are a small team. Although Clement is not very good, what she said is quite sincere. Jacques, we are a team. If you have any ideas, please let me know." explain."

Jacques thought for a while and said, "Then can I ask a question?"

"of course."

The young man pointed at the dirty guns, bullets and unnamed accessories on the table that smelled of gunpowder with distaste, and said, "Why should I learn these things? I am a profiler, and my job should be Profile criminals."

Dean was taken aback for a moment, he glanced back at the two teammates sitting next to him, and laughed with them in a low voice, probably rarely when he was so relaxed and happy, his shoulders kept shaking, his forehead lines stretched, and the corners of his mouth raised , showing some white front teeth.

"Jacques, ouch, I'm so ridiculous," Levine came over and patted the boy's arm vigorously, and said loudly, "You look so smart, why can't you figure out such a simple question?"

"Is it simple?"

"Of course!" Levine waved his hand, pushed open the door, and the bright searchlights swept in. There were sirens from all directions, loud cries from residential areas not far away, and the roar of ammunition explosions thrown by government forces farther away. Swarming in, he said, "Because, this is Syria, Jacques, what you're dealing with now isn't just criminals, it's war!"

"In war, the first thing you have to guarantee is to survive."

After hearing this, Dean didn't refute, and sighed slightly. He slowly walked towards the ignorant boy, rubbed his hairy head lightly, and said earnestly: "So you have to learn these things well, and you have to become A good soldier, a good gunsmith, a good sniper. Jacques, on the battlefield, Colt is God."

Jacques seemed to understand, his eyes followed Dean to the Colt M1911 on the table, the gun looked very old, but it can be seen that its owner cherishes it, and the accessories of the gun are maintained It's very good.

Levine was already so sleepy, he stretched his waist, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said, "Okay, let's talk about these things tomorrow, there is still a period of time before he is sent abroad, enough for him to practice slowly."

Natalie also stood up, stretched her waist, and said, "Tomorrow I have to interrogate a group of government troops they captured. There are still many things to do. Jacques, go to bed early."

Jacques nodded, and he glanced outside the door. In fact, the sky was already slightly bright, and the sun would rise in an hour or two.

Natalie and Levine left first, Dean turned off the computer and the projector in the office area, and suddenly called Jacques who was about to leave.

"what happened?"

Dean frowned, he couldn't help but lit a cigarette, the red quietly burning light spot was particularly bright in the darkness, so bright and dazzling that people subconsciously ignored the man's complicated expression.

After a long time, he asked, "You haven't finished your speculation just now."

"Aren't you..." Don't you believe it?

Dean strode back and forth anxiously, then stood firmly in front of the boy, the pungent tobacco smell completely drowning them both, he replied hoarsely: "I want to know now."

Jacques sat back again, the dim light outside the door shone on him, Dean seemed to return to the scene when he saw Jacques for the first time in a trance, the boy at that time was also like this, with a cold face, like a bird The lonely and sad little beast struggled and roared to drive away all the people around it.

But when you look into his eyes, you will realize how wrong your original thought was. Those soft eyes are obviously full of longing for family affection, friendship and love.

As vulgar as it is, Dean swears his first thought was, "He's a kid."

But the "children" themselves don't think so.

Jacques thought about it carefully, tried to put on the most serious and reliable expression he thought, and said: "During this time, I found that you pay more attention to the local culture, especially the common sayings. Of course, your hidden Very good, but whenever soldiers are interrogated for intelligence writing, they occasionally say a local saying, and you will, yes, that’s it, unconsciously raise your left eyebrow.”

Dean touched his brow subconsciously, then put his hand down awkwardly.

"According to the baseline, this action shows that you are very interested in these cultures, especially when it involves some preferences or eating habits of the local people." Jacques said, "Natalie accidentally mentioned that you asked her about the impact of women's menstrual cycle on emotions. Impact."

"I said that because there was a female soldier in that team, and..." Dean lowered his voice, and finally fell silent.

Jacques said: "And you always make excuses to go out during this period, and for about two or three hours, you will have a smell of chlorine-containing disinfectant on your body... The combination of countless small details can explain many things gone."

"anything else?"

"She's a local." Jacques replied earnestly, "If I'm not wrong, she should be pretty, with brown and black long curly hair, likes to wear rose-colored lipstick, and has a relatively high economic level, at least she can afford to spend like It’s a brand like Doumeuil, who is at least five or six years younger than you, and has a fairly high level of education. You have little communication, but it’s very stable. She should live near the military camp, right? I heard that a police station was stationed nearby half a year ago. A chemical biologist of unknown nationality, combined with the above conditions, I think she is..."

"Okay, stop talking." Dean interrupted Jacques, he lowered his head and frowned and took another puff of his cigarette, the off-white cigarette butt was blown by the cool morning wind and dissipated in the air.

Jacques whispered, "She's dangerous, Dean."

"Then what can I do?" The strong and tall man stood at the door, looking at the civilian building to the south of the barracks, and said bitterly and helplessly, "Jacques, this is love. Once you meet it, it's useless to avoid denying it." , you will lose your mind, and you will sacrifice your life for her."

Jacques didn't answer, but disbelief was written in his eyes.

Dean turned his head, looked at the boy's awkward look, couldn't help chuckling, and said, "One day, you will meet such a person."

"Did you give your life for her?" Jacques shook his head in resistance, "No, no."

Dean laughed loudly. He rubbed the boy's head affectionately with his callused big hands, and made the short hair he had grown so hard into a chicken coop before he stopped reluctantly.

Jacques shook the broken hair on his forehead a few times, stood up, and said, "Then when are you going to tell them?"

"When?" Dean froze, then shook his head. "No, I'm not going to tell them."

"why?"

"I'm going to cut ties with her."

"What?" Jacques' eyes widened. "Don't you love her?"

"Of course, I love her." Dean replied seriously, "But I want her to be safe, Jacques, you also said that her identity is very dangerous, so relatively, my identity is equally dangerous to her."

"I thought that if I loved someone, I would go hand in hand with her until the end, whether alive or dead." Jacques said lightly.

Dean threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his combat boots, and said, "Maybe my view on love is different. Compared with death, I hope she can live. Hope she survives."

Jacques suddenly thought of Louise, and remembered the despair and longing in her eyes when she held a gun to her temple and looked at her father's tombstone that day. He wondered if his father, like Dean, hoped that Louise could live well rather than die.

But he thought again, how good would it be if Louise, who was so desperate and desperate to die, survived?Living in such pain might as well have chased after his father earlier.

Unfortunately, my father left without leaving anything behind.

The orange-red sun has already revealed a corner, and the clouds in the sky have gradually changed from strong red to cool gray blue. The barracks is full of noise, and the soldiers have already got up and started training early.

Dean said wearily, "Let's take one step at a time, by the way, Jacques."

"Ok?"

"Can't you, oh, prejudge?" Dean asked casually, "I want to ask, will we have a happy ending?"

Jacques wanted to say that he didn't know, but seeing Dean's haggard look, he suddenly hesitated in his heart, he thought for a long time, raised his head, and was about to speak, but Dean waved his hand in a panic, and said, "Forget it, forget it. "

Maybe he really didn't care about the ending, or maybe he was too afraid to hear the answer. The man left in such a haste that he even left the Colt he was wearing on the table without taking it away.

Jacques silently watched his back disappear at the end of the road in embarrassment. The temperature in Damascus in the early morning was extremely low, and the dust suspended in the air condensed into a layer of water droplets. It was foggy, covering everyone's future ending with a layer of gray And dim light.

This is not the first time Jacques met someone who rejected his prophecy, but he was still extremely depressed, not sure if it was for those things called fate or pure emotion for life.

He slowly returned to the table, turned on the lamp, and refocused his attention on the complicated accessories.

**

"Dr. Reid?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, please continue." Reid closed his eyes, rubbed his temples on both sides vigorously, and said.

"It's okay, I, uh, it's just that you look very tired, or we..."

"I said it's okay." Reid repeated slowly and seriously, but his tone was a bit aggressive, which startled the woman on the opposite side. He paused and said apologetically, "Sorry, let's take a break first. Will."

"of course."

Reid got up and pushed open the door and went out. The hall outside was empty, only the sound of Garcia typing on the keyboard.

"How is it?" Garcia asked worriedly seeing the haggard look on the doctor's face.

Reid shook his head and said, "She doesn't know anything."

"This is the last one." Garcia frowned and said, "All possible witnesses in the report have been ruled out. And the surveillance at the two places has no useful information."

"If that person was hiding in the apartment and waiting for Natalie to come back, he shouldn't just be thinking about killing her." Reid sighed and said, "Maybe Emily and the others are right, the people in Jacques' team and the suspect are old acquaintances." , this is a premeditated revenge case. Unfortunately..."

Garcia was silent for a while, then asked again: "According to the time, Jacques will be released in another hour, we can actually..."

"Release?" Reid said with a bitter laugh, "Garcia, it stands to reason, but if they find 'new evidence,' everything will be different."

"The Colt? The ballistic report?"

Reid shook his head, just as he was about to speak, the elevator outside the BAU heard a "ding", the doors on both sides slowly slid open, Hotch frowned and walked in quickly, the water droplets on his coat fell with his steps All over the place, cold air mixed with humidity spread across the surface.

Garcia shivered involuntarily.

"Reid," Hotch murmured.

Reid suddenly felt a little cold. He turned around and faced Hotch with clear eyes, and asked calmly, "Which prison was he sent to?"

"He was just murdered by the military, in the detention center of Quantico's subordinate prison." Hotch replied calmly, "Caldwell rejected our application to merge the case, but..."

Reid's eyes fell on Hotch's broad palm, a piece of paper carefully folded in four lay quietly on it.

I don't know why, after the incident, the heart of the doctor who has always been calm and self-sufficient began to beat wildly, his eyes suddenly turned red, he took a deep breath, took off the note with slightly trembling hands, and unfolded it little by little. , for fear that his actions would be too rude and damage it.

"He gave us a name," Hotch said.

"Lindsay Al-Assad." Reid read out the name on the note in a low voice. It was a very strange female name, but no one knew the surname after it.

Al-Assad, the family that has controlled Syria for nearly half a century, the violent regime that survived the confrontation between the American, British, French and Russian regimes, even in the game of public opinion, the global news media used this surname as a butcher title.

At this time, Reid was suddenly a little grateful that Jacques was sent to Quantico Prison, one of the highest security factors in the United States.