CM The future I see without you

"Why don't you go back to BAU?" Bezu Fache took a sip of black coffee, put the white porcelain cup on the table, and asked curiously, "After all, it's been so long, there must be an end."

"Speaking of which, as the heir of the Sauniere family, shouldn't you want this ending more than I do?" Reid raised his head from the New York Times, glanced at the British man opposite him, and sneered.

Bezu Fache sighed exaggeratedly, stretched his waist in the bright afternoon sun of New York, and said slowly: "Don't you know my thoughts? What I want is just a little bit. Sauniere? It's too heavy a name for me."

"That's not a little bit, BezuFache, sir." Reid carefully folded the newspaper on his knees, and said seriously, "That's the wealth and reputation accumulated by the sauniere family for hundreds of years, BezuFache, although your surname is not sauniere, you are modest A little bit doesn't hurt who you are right now."

"Be humble, and others will regard you as a weak prey." The man adjusted his cufflinks, and the golden irises dazzled in the sun, and he said, "You should know that in this biological chain, I sit up to Now this position is not easy.

Oh, of course, I also have to thank my cousin, if he hadn't voluntarily given up his inheritance rights, I wouldn't be as relaxed as I am now. "

Reid frowned slightly, he didn't like when people talked about Jacques in such a flirtatious tone.

The man naturally also noticed the doctor's frown. Just when he was about to defend himself and write something, he pulled away a chair next to them with a lot of effort, and an old man sat down tremblingly. Immediately, a faint scent of grass and trees permeated from his body.

Bezu Fache felt that this smell was really familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember it.

"Long time no see, Dr. Reagan." Reid raised his chin as a greeting.

Bezu Fache couldn't help but turned his head and carefully looked at the old man sitting beside him, and exaggeratedly and surprisedly whispered: "Dr. Reagan? My God, we haven't seen each other for a few months, but it feels like you are already here Hundreds of years have passed in a corner. What? Is God so partial to you?"

His aging is really unexpected, his eyes are cloudy like an industrial waste water pool, even though his hair is meticulously combed back and fixed with pomade, you can still see the gray or white hair roots, as well as the skin of his hands, It's more like a layer of dry and curled bark sticking to the fragile branches.

He hunched his back, squinted his eyes, ignored the ridicule of the people around him, and poured jars of syrup into his coffee cup, but his movements were not as neat as before, and the transparent and sticky syrup flowed down. The wall of the cup flowed down, but he didn't care. He took a trembling sip from the cup, and the hot liquid flowed down his throat into his cold stomach, and the tense muscles all over his body suddenly relaxed.

Bezu Fache raised his eyebrows at Reid, his eyes were full of unknown scrutiny and ridicule.

Reid ignored him, but gently pushed the newspaper folded on his lap towards the old man, nodded on the headlines, and said: "M.A. Escher is ready, or we are all ready alright."

Dr. Reagan turned his head and glanced at the Times, which seemed to be still smelling of ink. The half-length photo of William, the most popular candidate for the election, took up half of the page arrogantly, and the bottom corner was still bright red, which showed the slogan of the election of this beloved member. "For peace, for freedom!"

Peace?free?The old man sighed almost silently. He didn't have much strength to pick up a newspaper and think slowly. His dizzy eyes only saw a Caucasian man in a suit and leather shoes smiling softly and hypocritically in front of the reporter's camera. His eyes are full of self-confidence and calm accumulated by money and blood.

"Is this your decision?" Dr. Reagan asked in a low voice, frowning.

But before anyone could answer, he said sarcastically: "It seems that whether it is for criminals or the FBI, truth has always been irrelevant to this false world."

Bezu Fache snorted coldly and said, "They need these, so I'll give them in exchange for what I need."

Dr. Reagan paused, looked at the young doctor, and asked, "You too?" Before the other party could answer the question, the old man already understood, "Perhaps to a large extent, a large part of the current situation should be , if I'm not mistaken, it should come from your signal."

Dr. Reagan casually stirred the coffee, and said, "It seems that you have already reached a consensus with many people. I am just your last step, or in other words, a dispensable step."

Reid smiled slightly: "You are the leader in his life, you brought him out from there, I think you should also end this chaotic and sinful thing."

"Then, you can become his savior?" Dr. Reagan asked softly. The old man pressed his tense back softly against the back of the velvet chair, breathed a sigh of relief, and emptied his eyes. He continued, "Reid, when you profiled me, did you have that familiar feeling, as if, when everything is over, when I disappear into this world, you will become the next me."

At the end of his sentence, the entire coffee shop fell into a deathly silence, the waiters who greeted the guests softly, the pair of girls talking loudly about the fashion show, or the middle-aged man rustling through the newspaper... the whole coffee shop The hall seemed to be malfunctioning, and it started to run again after being dull for nearly three seconds.

Reid doesn't respond to the question, or he's thought about it so long and deeply that he thinks it's sacrilege to say it so lightly.

Bezu Fache put the coffee cup on the table, a little embarrassed, the topic suddenly turned to the love and hatred middle-aged women like to talk about, he felt like a harmless little white rabbit broke into two powerful Alpha snatching the scene of the same partner may be a very romantic thing for a French woman, but for a French man, especially if the target of their competition is their cousin, it seems very embarrassing and suffocating.

Reid first withdrew his gentle, warning gaze, and said, "I know you have information about Lindsay Al-Assad in your hand, or in other words, so far, in the whole world, except for Dean Tavoularis, only you can make her appear."

"But Dean Tavoularis is dead," Bezu Fache said.

"So it's just me." Dr. Reagan straightened his back again, and he became that handsome old gentleman again, his eyes became gentle, and he said, "When do you want to?"

Reid spread out the newspaper, covered the confident and bright eyes of the congressman on the newspaper with his slender fingers, and said, "Why don't I book a very beautiful restaurant for tomorrow night, I think our congressman will like it there."

"Wait? Tomorrow?!" Bezu Fache seemed a little excited, he retracted his leaning body in embarrassment, rearranged his cufflinks, cleared his throat, and said, "Reid, isn't this a bit fast? Wait Come on, haven't we been...why do you know all this?" And I don't know anything?

Reid took a sip of coffee and said, "Although I've been helping you sort out those trifles during this time, it doesn't mean I've become a businessman, BezuFache, I'm an FBI, and everything I do is just for him."

"Including our friendship?"

"If there's such a thing between us," Reid admitted with a cool nod, "including."

"Of course, you don't need to act very disappointed." The doctor smiled gently, "We don't need so many performances between us."

BezuFache tilted his head and thought for a while, feeling a little helpless: "Yes, after all, our cooperation is quite pleasant."

Reid didn't answer, he looked out through the foggy glass window, the whole world was blurred, and those noisy voices kept moving away, he seemed to see the lonely dead whale and the lighthouse that finally had light in the distance, He seems to have returned to the extremely cold snowy day, the subtle anxiety and anticipation poured into his heart like melted cocoa, Reid breathed out slowly, and said to himself, or to that distant person, It's almost over, everything will end.