CM The future I see without you

"Reid! Reid!" Hotch slammed on the brakes, and the black Chevrolet rubbed against the ground quickly, making a screeching sound, barely stopping behind Reid's Mercedes.

The doctor didn't hear the shouts of his teammates at all, and he only saw the burnt-out ambulance surrounded by bright yellow cordon in the distance.

The car rolled down from the side of the road and broke many small trees and branches along the way. The bent black old cypress and pine trees fell quietly on the side, and the wild grass was entwined. Even in such a cold winter, it can still flourish in a dark corner, the sticky sap and fallen leaves have long been covered by snow, but you can still smell the burning and slightly bitter smell that is unique to vegetation. odor,

The cold wind in the mountain forest howled, with morning light mixed with icy snow particles, passing across Reid's cheeks.The doctor stumbled and ran, panting heavily, his eyes were red, his lips trembling slightly, but when he reached the entrance, he didn't dare to take a step forward.

The ambulance in Quantico Prison, which claims to have the best safety equipment, has long been scorched, leaving only a dark frame, exuding a pungent stench, together with the unique earthy smell in the jungle, violently stimulating nasal mucosa.

Colleagues from the Highway Traffic Bureau rushed to the scene first, and they just surrounded the scene roughly without touching anything else, and waited for the BAU people to arrive.

So Reid easily noticed the same scorched stretcher next to the ambulance. He saw the infusion tubes half buried by white snow. Maybe those tubes were removed in a hurry, and there were black blood clots in the tubes. There are clusters of them, which are extremely dazzling.

It was Jacques' blood, Reid realized with sudden pain.

There was so much blood, how painful it was for him.

A few wild sparrows with fluffy feathers suddenly screamed and flapped their wings and flew up from the top of the tree. The screams echoed in the empty sky, making the world desolate. The snow fell from the sky and hit the branches of the icy pine tree When it was dry, a cloud of snow and mist was splashed and fell everywhere.

Reid suddenly became quiet, or the whole world became quiet. He looked at the scorched frame, the upside-down trees, and the pale snow, and began to imagine the past before and after the car accident over and over again in his head.

The fire, the screaming of the driver and the ambulance personnel were silent. In that quiet world, the sound of falling snowflakes was the noisiest, rustling and rustling for a while.

It snowed all night, and Jacques was most afraid of the cold.

This thought suddenly occupied his empty brain, and he couldn't look away. He didn't dare to think about what state Jacques was in when the car accident happened. Don't dare to look at the blood-stained glass shards again.The doctor felt as if someone had stuffed a sharp steel needle into his chest, and every breath stirred into the flesh and blood, making people tremble with pain.

The young doctor was decadent and weak, just knelt down, his trouser legs and coat were soaked in snow, but he was not cold at all.

He was restless, looking around as if in a dream, those strangers looked at him strangely, the surrounding trees were half burnt, and Hotch's call came faintly behind him, snow fell on his face and on the palm of his hand on, with disturbing noises.

The doctor fell to the ground in a daze, and when he raised his head, the empty and deep sky seemed endless, and those snowflakes fell quietly and died quietly.

Reid thought--he didn't know what he was thinking, just a blank void in his heart, and the tears just flowed down.

**

The whale died before he reached the lighthouse.

The huge mountain of corpses floated and floated silently above the turbulent city. The sky was blue and deep, like a cold deep sea.

The thick clouds opened a gap at some point, and scattered a few beams of sunlight. The cracked steel building lifted up the dust lightly and heavily, floating in the light beams, in a trance, it was like a fine snow with the taste of sunshine.

Jacques stood at the end of the road at a loss, watching the city tumble, the road collapsed, and the exposed steel bars and thick concrete blocks instantly submerged the dense crowd. After a while, the whole world returned to peace, even the air The tiny dust in the air falls safely to the ground.

Only the dead whale, only the dead whale, quietly sinking and floating in the sky, blending into the dark and cold night sky like the deep sea.

"Jacques." A friendly voice came slowly.

Jacques was startled, and turned his head suddenly. The man was standing on the other side of the ruins, the shimmering light shone on his face, hazy, and he couldn't see clearly. In the silence, the tip of his nose began to become sour, and his heart Unexpectedly, large tracts of bitter grievances and sorrows poured out.

He blinked, and subconsciously called out the man's name in a low voice: "Black."

Jafferson still had the slightly youthful look deep in his memory, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he smiled, as if he had never left.

He said, "Come here, we're going back."

"Go back?" Jacques repeated subconsciously before raising his head to look at him and asking, "Where are we going back?"

But Jafferson didn't answer, he just repeated over and over again: "Come here, we're going back."

His face was expressionless, but his voice became more and more urgent.The sound waves vibrated slightly in the silent air, Jacques opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly staggered a step back, the whole world turned before his eyes, and the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When Jacques opened his eyes, it was that dark and narrow room again.The little boy was sitting at the table with his back to himself, concentrating on playing with the radio in his hand, and only when there was a rustling sound from the old box, the boy got up from the table and turned around.

Only then did the young man realize that there was another person behind him, that was the young Jafferson.

He sat on the small bed and murmured in a low voice, as if promising: "I won't be away for too long."

The boy didn't speak, but obediently moved him into the teacher's arms, and he still hugged him.The boy waited quietly, but his eyes were fixed on a corner of the ceiling.

Jacques followed his gaze. It was a monitor with specifications from decades ago. It looked very old, and the red light was blinking quietly.

When he turned around, he suddenly found that the boy's gaze was precisely on his own face, his face was expressionless, his mouth opened and closed, silently repeating something.

what did he say?

The young man who is proficient in lip language racked his brains but couldn't figure out what the boy was talking about. He frowned, his head began to ache again, his breathing became slow and heavy, his chest was like a blower with a hole, and the oxygen in his body was getting stronger and stronger. It became rarer and rarer, Jacques stared closely at the boy's eyes, backed away slowly, his warm back pressed against the cold and damp wall, the moisture seeped into his bones, and he shivered uncontrollably.

What the hell is he talking about?

Jacques couldn't figure it out, cold sweat was streaming down his forehead, sticky hair was curled up on the side of his face, his vision became more and more blurred, he tried to stand up straight, but it became difficult to open his eyes, all the warm blood in his body and The vitality dissipated little by little in the dark space.

Drowsy, Jacques suddenly thought of the dead whale again. For some reason, there was a kind of tired relief from the bottom of his heart.

"...It may be that the brain hit something when the car rolled over from the side of the road. The shadow area on the film is relatively large. The specific impact will not be determined until he wakes up. In terms of modern technology , and there is no better way.”

"What else?" Jafferson leaned down and carefully pulled the quilt for the young man who was quiet and closed his eyes on the bed, until the light gray blanket covered his collarbone, and sat back in the chair with satisfaction.

Clinton pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, he took a deep breath, and said, "I'm just a brain surgery doctor, I can only express my attitude towards my professional field, other things, I can only say, even if he Waking up to opioid addiction, rehab with misaligned ribs, and some old injuries, of course, these are just optimistic guesses..."

"You mean, he might not wake up?"

"Or, just die in your sleep." Clinton said seriously, "One of the most dangerous side effects of opioids is respiratory depression. According to his current state, I can only say that it is very dangerous."

Jafferson just lowered his head, looked at the young man intently, his eyes were gentle and eager, and did not answer.The room fell into silence, only the sound of the sea breeze outside the window hitting the glass with the scorching sun.

Clinton sighed inaudibly. It has been almost three or four days since he was escorted to this unknown tropical island. There is no timekeeping tool around him, so he can only rely on the vagueness of his biological clock to judge the passage of time.He tilted his head to look at the clear sky outside the window. There were a few white clouds floating in the corner of the window. This kind of scene is rarely seen in a metropolis like Los Angeles, but Clinton was not interested at all. He just wanted to go home quickly.

Thinking this way in my heart, my mouth unconsciously spoke out.

"Go back?" Jafferson said with a smile, "Do you know how many people outside are waiting for you to go back now? Not to mention RobertMUeller, just that BAU..."

"But you promised me!"

"That's why you can live until now!" Jafferson interrupted the doctor coldly. He glanced at the pale man with pale temples, then turned his gaze back to the young man on the bed, and laughed again. You, after doing so many nasty things, why can you live so comfortably until now?!"

"Buying and selling organs, smuggling drugs," he asked slowly, "isn't the money spent at all hot?"

Clinton's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat, and great fear spread from his body. He thought he was hiding it well, but when he didn't know it, there was another person silently collecting evidence behind him, clearing the tail for himself. But say nothing and do nothing.

He couldn't help thinking about every night when he was so happy looking at the series of numbers after a successful transaction on the computer screen, whether there was one person or a group of people watching his every move from a certain angle. Clinton shivered. He subconsciously touched the gun on his back, and then realized that his mobile phone, gun, and even the pen in his jacket pocket had been searched long before he went to the island. He took his hand back ashamedly. He pleaded with a hint of justification: "But I have done so many things for you! Sir, you have to leave a way out for me. I still have two daughters. I can't..."

"What can't you?" Jafferson laughed again, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were as deep as ravines, like a rusty robot, he stood up slowly, walked to the French window, and looked at the sea and sky outside the window He said, "To be honest, you are not the only doctor in this world. I found you at the beginning because you were the closest to him. Although it is troublesome, it is tolerable. But recently you have been too rampant. "

He turned around and looked at the slightly trembling doctor in the corner of the room, and comforted him gently: "But for the sake of what you've done for me for so many years, I won't just let you go, just don't worry."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still anxious, and he said cautiously: "I always believe what Mr. says, but I still have two daughters at home..."

"I know," Jafferson said.He clapped his hands lightly, and the door opened, and four strong men in black suits walked in. Their waists were bulging, they were imposing, and their eyes were fierce. Clinton didn't dare to speak nonsense, and could only tremble. He looked at Jafferson in awe.

Jafferson straightened his cuffs. The bright sunlight outside the window flickered on the small golden cufflinks, which was extremely dazzling.

After a long time, when Clinton began to feel sore calf muscles, and the sweat stains left on the surface of the skin were sticky and uncomfortable, he slowly said: "Send Dr. Clinton back."

"Back, where?" Clinton twitched the corners of his mouth, as if crying or laughing.

"Of course I'm home," Jafferson said lightly. He raised his eyes and smiled like a kind old professor. "Aren't your girls still at home waiting for you to go back? I'll take care of the rest, you don't have to Worried. Just..."

"Just what?" Clinton's whole heart was raised, and he looked at the person in front of him fixedly, not daring to let out a tense atmosphere.

Jafferson walked slowly in front of the doctor, patted his cheek lightly, and said, "Just don't do these things after you go back. Things like money, even if they are a lot, are useless without life."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Clinton was relieved and laughed. He slowly straightened his back, as if he came alive again.

"Okay, go back."

Watching Clinton walk out of the room surrounded by several mercenaries, Jafferson slowly put away his smile, and he wiped his fingers with a handkerchief in disgust. After five or six minutes, he felt clean before returning to the window Before, the garden outside was connected to the vast sea. The sun was shining today, and the sea was sparkling, as if a generous God had sprinkled a handful of silver powder into the world.

Jafferson sighed slightly, Jacques liked the quiet sea the most.