CM The future I see without you

"In Celtic mythology there is a hidden god who always seems to hide behind other gods or, or heroes, to help them witness their destiny, whether it leads to victory or tragedy..."

Aidan put down the book in his hands, his face was dull, the sunshine outside the window was good, the breeze swayed the dazzling and scorching roses in the yard, and he felt more depressed, so he opened the curtains lightly. Gently pull it on, and the little cat night light on the side of the small wooden bed senses to light up immediately, and the soft goose yellow light illuminates the densely packed books on the bookshelf.

From Blackmore to Heidegger, from Enrico Fili to Milan Kundera, these books have faded to varying degrees, as if they have been read countless times.

Aidan lowered his head, slowly rubbing his thumbs against the cover of the "Mabinogion" in his hand, and after a long silence, he carefully put the book back in place.

"Why are you here?" Louise frowned and opened the door, first startled by the dim lights in the room, then turned on the headlights with a "snap", and the depression between Aidan's brows was immediately exposed under the dazzling white light.

Louise let out a long sigh in his heart, but his face was still gentle, and he said, "The party is about to start, and Mueller is still waiting for us."

"You go, I, I want to..."

"What do you want to do? Sit here for a day? And then be tortured to death by your own guilt?!" As soon as the words came out, Louise was startled by her sharp voice and outburst of anger. She took a deep breath and turned to Turning his head, his eyes happened to fall on the dimmed night light. This small light was bought because Jacques was often awakened by nightmares, so he bought it to comfort him.

Jacques...

It had been two years, and the little boy's face was a little fuzzy. In retrospect, only those calm and almost cold eyes had some color.

Louise slowed down her tone, more like self-comforting, and said, "We've tried our best."

The man twitched his lips, put aside Louise's hand on his shoulder, looked sad and disappointed, looked at his wife as if looking at a stranger, and said, "So it's all right? Because I tried my best, this matter Can it end like this? Louise, Jacob is our child."

"Then what do you want me to do?!" Louise asked coldly. She withdrew her hand and exited the room. The air in the corridor seemed to be mixed with sand and heavy, making it suffocating.The gap in the curtain at the end reveals a little bit of sunshine on her side face and eyebrows, like a canary that is about to die and screams silently. In fact, Louise also feels like she is about to die. She sighed, "The living have to go on living, don't they?"

The female voice was so rational that it was a little cold. Aidan turned his head and walked in front of her, wanting to tuck back his wife's broken hair hanging by his ear, but the woman took a step back sensitively.

The male's broad and gentle palms were stiff in the air, and he was a little at a loss.There is an inch of distance between the husband and wife, and they can even feel each other's breath hitting each other's cheeks, but now they don't even have the desire to speak.

Aidan twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, revealing an inexplicable smile.During those empty days and sleepless nights after Jacques disappeared, he imagined a lot, such as Louise's calmness is a mother's strength, such as behind her perseverance is the pain and fear that she doesn't want to show.

He was always willing to believe that the child's misfortune would always be doubled by the mother, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw his wife's exquisite makeup, the faint smell of elegant perfume floating on the tip of her nose, those things that had been tampered with in the study Little by little information appeared in my mind.

Aidan still chose to step forward and hug his wife gently. Before that, because of the woman in his arms, he often thanked his fate, but now, the tenderness and blood in his heart are only exhausted and chilled, perhaps what Mueller said Yes, he is indeed a cowardly fool. Up to now, he has not dared to think about it or to verify it. He is living his life with vain longings like acting.

Maybe it was because of the silence for a long time, Louise frowned and broke away from her husband's embrace. She raised her head and held Aidan's cheeks with both hands tenderly. teardrop.

Those rippling scorpion eyes pleaded so affectionately that it was impossible to refuse.

He wiped away his wife's tears with his thumb, and said in a compromise, "I'll go change my clothes."

Louise twitched her lips, nodded, and said, "I'll wait for you."

When Aidan disappeared at the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, tugged at the slipped shawl, frowning and turned on the phone, and said impatiently: "This case was transferred to Mueller a few days ago, I will think about it again." Find a way, don't call me again these days."

I don't know what was said on the other side of the phone, and the sullen look between the woman's eyebrows became deeper and deeper. After a long time, she said: "I will not forget the glory of the family, and I know what I am doing." Reply and hang up the phone.

The room was quiet again, Louise didn't leave in a hurry, but leaned on the door frame and looked at everything in the room quietly, the little cat on the quilt, the books on the bookshelf, and the boxes that Jacques dismantled and reassembled Remote control planes, cars... She tightly pursed the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with tears at some point, a large swath of golden sunlight poured into the room, and the scorching light shone on her face and hair.But she still felt cold, the coldness revealed from the bottom of her bones foreshadowed the unknown danger of the future, and she was trembling and trembling along this road.

Louise began to question herself, whether the original decision was correct, maybe her father was right, and when everything is still not calmed down, too many emotional entanglements should not be involved.

But if he doesn't, he will become someone else's husband, he will only hug and kiss other women, and his fate will become two parallel lines with yours from now on, and will never overlap.

I love him, what's wrong?

Louise still shivered uncontrollably, shut the door hastily, and the whole room fell into silence again.

**

This snow seems to have no end. It was only a few hours ago that there were some signs of clearing up, but now it has become heavier again, like a gust of wind that has rolled up the entire ocean, and the turbulence seems to be turbulent. The city was buried.

Einstein drew the curtains and patted his chest slightly, only to feel the tense muscles in his head relax a little. He sat back at the computer desk again, the lights were dim, and the room was extremely quiet, only the sound of his own breathing Together with the buzzing sound carried by the computer mainframe, sweat gradually oozes from the palms of the hands.

After about two or three minutes, the progress bar on the computer screen finally came to an end, and a small dialog box popped up, indicating that the U disk had been safely ejected. Einstein heaved a heavy sigh of relief, clicked the mouse, and the computer host suddenly It became quiet, the dim yellow lights flickered, and for some reason there was a slight chill behind it, as if the vast snow outside had quietly infiltrated into the house, and the heavy wind brought a bit of biting chill to the whole body. The hot blood has cooled down.

Without warning, the door creaked open from the outside.

Einstein tensed his muscles in an instant. He stuffed the USB drive into the hidden compartment of his clothes with one hand, turned around pretending to be puzzled, and a man walked in from the light outside the door.

It's Dr.

Maybe it's time to teach J, Einstein thought so, and just about to say hello, he saw Jacques entering the room behind the doctor. The boy's eyes were indifferent, and he grabbed the doctor's hand obediently. His blue eyes were like the calm sea , reflecting his pale face.

"So it was you." The doctor sighed softly.

"What, what?"

The doctor just smiled slightly. He pushed the little boy in front of him, stroked the boy's head lightly, and said, "This is the third one. Next time, you'll have to do it yourself."

Einstein stared at the boy in shock, only then did he realize that the boy was holding a small black pistol in his hand. It was a Russian-made PSS. The safety catch had been released, and the muzzle of the black pistol was facing his chest.

"Wait, wait, what's going on!" Einstein was shocked, his face pale like a wronged scapegoat, he was innocent and terrified, and asked loudly, "What did I do wrong! Doctor, what did I do wrong! Why are you doing this to me! I want to see the boss!"

But the doctor just squatted, focused on holding the boy's hand from behind, and patiently placed his delicate fingers in standard positions.

Einstein's face darkened, his demeanor was completely different, even if he just casually leaned against the computer desk, he would reveal a strong edge and killing intent.He quickly touched the gun on the back of his waist, took a step back, and pulled the trigger with a "snap" at a speed that an ordinary big man could not achieve----but the bullet did not penetrate the so-called gun as expected. Doctor's head -------- the magazine is empty.

It was as if a chilly arrow rushed into the brain along the spine, and exploded in the brain. The usually calm FBI agent was controlled by a huge panic. His brain was spinning at a high speed, almost instantaneously. Think back to those blue eyes in the surveillance video in recent days.

At that time, I just thought that I was too nervous and tired to have the illusion of staring at each other. Now that I think about it, that boy probably knew everything that happened now. Einstein couldn't help trembling. The U disk on the back of his waist reminded him that the mission was about to fail like a hot iron block. The photos of the tragic death of the first two teammates kept flashing in his mind.

Can not give up!They can't die in vain, those scumbags must wait for the punishment of the law!

Einstein gritted his teeth, and slammed the gun in his hand at the doctor, trying to rush out from the side, but the doctor ignored him. The gun was also intercepted from mid-air, and the door was completely opened from the outside. The boss looked sullenly. Dozens of burly men crowded quietly in the narrow aisle behind them, as well-behaved as poodles.

"boom!"

Like a miniature bomb being ignited from Einstein's chest, the stench of burnt protein and acrid gunpowder smoke spread in the narrow corridor.

"It stinks!" The boss was even more displeased. He took the handkerchief handed over by the bodyguard beside him and wiped the blood splashed on his face vigorously, accusing, "It's like this again! It's like this again! You can't wait any longer Shall I duck and shoot again?"

The doctor was expressionless, just carefully and gently wiping the blood spots that also splashed on the boy's face.

The boss pointed at the doctor with a finger trembling in the air. Suddenly, the boss turned around and slapped the bodyguard beside him loudly, shouting, "Why are you still standing there! Hurry up and drag him away!"

The big men just woke up like a dream, and they pulled up Einstein and prepared to drag it out.

The boss was furious: "Take it easy! If a person dies before asking anything, you all go with him!" After finishing speaking, he turned around, stared fiercely at the doctor's side face and whispered Said: "Anyway, in this place, it doesn't matter if one person dies or two people die."

"At least when you don't ask anything, no one here will die." The doctor picked up the boy, glanced at the blushing boss, and greeted respectfully, "The matter is also up to you." Once you're done, Jacques and I will leave first."

"Hey! You..." The boss watched the man stride away. The boy lying on his shoulder was obedient and sweet, but his blue eyes were gloomy and frightening under the dim light.He tried his best to swallow what he didn't say, and he let out a bad luck, looked back, and led a group of people to quickly leave the blood-smelling corridor.

The stairs leading to the basement were dark and cold, the boy subconsciously leaned into the man's arms, and rubbed his cheek against the man's chin affectionately.

"Is he dead?" the boy asked suddenly.

The doctor rubbed the boy's head and comforted him skillfully: "No, he just fell asleep."

The boy let out a muffled "En", and leaned back on the man's shoulder, as if accepting the answer.

The doctor sighed and said, "Trust me, okay, I will never hurt you."

He hugged the boy and continued to walk forward. The winding and dark corridor made people breathless, but the doctor's footsteps were still relaxed and joyful. The boy didn't even understand where his happiness came from.

The doctor hummed a little tune, but just shook his head and refused to speak again.

The boy was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. The doctor kept humming softly in his ears. It was indeed a cheerful song. The dull singing echoed in the corridor, getting louder and louder, and even joined the Light female voice, and crisp bell accompaniment.

"Jinglebells, jinglebells, jingle all the way

Oh what fun unitistoride

Inaone-horse opensleigh

Jinglebells, jinglebells, jingle all the way..."

"Hey! Son! Look here!"

The boy turned around suspiciously, but saw a flash of white light, and then a woman complained softly: "Oh, why didn't you focus on it?"

"Let me do it." A deep and magnetic male voice sounded from above his head, and the boy was startled to realize that he was being hugged by another man.

He raised his head in a daze, but only saw the familiar chin. The man's eyes and nose were all empty, as if shrouded in fog.

The boy looked at the woman again, but the woman disappeared in an instant. He hurriedly turned around, and the man disappeared, leaving him standing alone in the empty living room. The biggest and brightest star on the Christmas tree was still a In a blink of an eye, a Christmas carol came from outside the window: "Jinglebells, jinglebells, jinglealltheway, Ohwhatfunitistoride..."

The boy's bright eyes dimmed, and he knew he should wake up, wake up from this dream.But when this dream wakes up, there will be another dream, and these annoying dreams follow one after another, never ending.

Bored for the first time, the boy suddenly wished that the bullet had hit his chest.