CM The future I see without you

TRB restaurant was booked by a mysterious person tonight. The manager was unwilling to reveal the identity of the customer. Some young rich people were angry, but it would not work if they charged dozens of times the price, so they could only return depressed. More People are just wondering, after all, very few people book the venue, and those "upper class" prefer expensive and glittering restaurants to hold banquets. Although cold restaurants like TRB are popular among young people, they are rarely Some people go to spend such a big price to pack a night.

Probably because this building is too lonely.

It is located at the end of a thousand-meter-long levee, half of the building is almost exposed in the vast ocean, the cold and sharp sea wind is surging, mixed with salty sea water coming from all directions, blocked by the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows on all sides. Outside.

The shock and impact brought by this huge and uncontrollable force of nature is so destructive that people often refuse to stand in this restaurant with the best view to feel the natural beauty brought by the vast sea. That almost overwhelming loneliness.

Those Newmoneys who claim to be the pioneers of the times are proud to have dinner here. They ignore the turbulent waves of the ocean with their noisy voices, and use the bright lights in the restaurant to cover up the deep fear of nature in their hearts.

However, such a restaurant was booked out tonight, the waiters were a little surprised, but what was even more surprising was that the manager said that the guests tonight asked to prepare all the procedures by themselves, that is to say...

"We don't need to serve here tonight, do we?"

"Yes." said the manager.

A waiter asked timidly, "Is Mr. Sauniere back?"

The manager looked up at the employee who raised the question, and said coldly: "This is not what you should care about. Your task is to clean up the restaurant before the sun goes down today, and keep the best side of this building. To our distinguished guest."

**

William frowned when he parked the car in front of the restaurant. He had a premonition that once he got out of the car and entered the building, things would develop in a direction he couldn't predict. Newspapers will be full of my name, and I can be pointed out and ridiculed by anyone. Four or fifty years of hard planning in my life will come to naught, and I will send others to heaven.

He has regretted countless times why he was soft-hearted and never killed him, but he also knows that now he has no way out and can only accept all the demands of that man. The rain outside is a bit heavy, and the sea breeze is hovering in the dark sky. He was restless, and the appointed time was approaching soon, but his hands were still on the steering wheel, motionless.

The wind was howling, the sky was as dark as the end of the world, and the thin raindrops fell on the front window of the car and meandered down, like cracks that could not be repaired, and the two straight and bright headlights were pierced like sharp swords The darkness points directly to the restaurant located at the end of the cliff. The design of almost three sides surrounded by the sea and the floor-to-ceiling glass allow the two floors of the building to be fully displayed in front of the guests. It can be said that it is effortless. At a glance, you can see the late guests or the host who is already waiting.

Dr. Reagan smiled slightly, raised his glass to the Congressman who was afraid to come out of the car through the heavy transparent glass door, and slowly took a sip of the red wine.

William exhaled slowly, touched the gun on the back of his waist, picked up his mobile phone and reconfirmed the text message he just received, and then got out of the car and opened the door of the restaurant. The settings inside were the same as those outside. I have seen that the difference is almost the same. It should be to isolate the dining area and the kitchen. The designer used a huge screen to separate the two. Maybe I don’t know what special material it is. Under the bright light, I can only see some of the behind. The shadow of kitchen utensils.

William pulled away the chair opposite Dr. Reagan and sat down, as if he had reunited with friends he hadn't seen for a long time, and joked: "This is not the place you would find."

Dr. Reagan looked at the congressman, more like passing through the congressman, looking at the woman standing outside the restaurant behind him.She was wrapped in a black knee-length raincoat, standing outside the restaurant, staring at the congressman's muscular back with dark eyes, like a ferocious beast.The old man smiled gently: "I have always admired this kind of lonely art."

"I always thought that you spent your whole life just to escape loneliness." William paused, and then felt that it was too stupid to waste precious time on such verbal arguments, so he cut to the chase, "Where are those materials? "

"Of course the information is here..." Dr. Reagan spoke a little too fast, and couldn't help coughing a few times, maybe because he was old, the coughing didn't stop immediately as he wanted, and his slack face was covered with phlegm before he could swallow it. The red wine under the bottle was flushed red, and he was speechless bluntly, pointing tremblingly at the screen behind him.

William sneered, but did not move, and said: "Why don't you put them on this table after you calm down. Now that it's at this point, I don't think I'm short of this time. In other words, we Can you take this time to chat?"

The congressman seemed to have remembered something interesting, and a smile gradually bloomed on his face. He sighed: "What a familiar scene, I used to tell myself to stay away from you, and telling myself to rely too much on others is just a mistake." Bury a drug on yourself. It's too stupid, you are just like Hein, but no one can escape the temptation of Hein, and I am the same."

"I thought our previous transactions were very pleasant." Dr. Reagan said.

"What's the difference between this and drinking poison to quench your thirst?" the MP murmured, "Is this going to be over tonight? After tonight, you take Jacques away, and I will live the life I deserve, never to be seen again. "

"Then, can you forget about the blood on your hands?" A deep woman's voice rang in his ears, and then, a cold metal pillar hit the back of his head, William held his breath suddenly, he From the glass window behind the old man's smiling face, he saw a dark figure standing behind him, leaning down intimately.

The drops of water from the brim of the woman's raincoat hit the congressman's shoulders tick-tock, and the voice sounded again: "Long time no see, Mr. William."

The congressman trembled, his facial muscles twisted into an ugly smile: "Long time no see, Lindsay."

His brain was running fast. Although he already knew that he was about to die, he still hoped to find a chance for himself in this desperate situation. Just as he was about to speak, the woman moved away from him suddenly. Before he could take a breath, the man Suddenly waking up, a strong ominous premonition hit his heart. He used all his strength to crazily pounce on the opposite old man, trying to use his body to block himself, but the bullet came faster than expected.

The small brass conical object, driven by the absolute high pressure, spiraled at high speed through the humid air by the sea and pierced into the senator's fat shoulder with a little dust.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and stench of blood exploded in the empty building along with the sound of exploding muscles and bones.

"Hmm..." The congressman snorted fiercely, the huge pain was like a tsunami hitting all the nerve endings in the brain, and it was like a sharp dagger spinning round and round in the warm flesh and blood.He covered the bleeding wound with a pale face, and bent slightly. Dr. Reagan thought that he was about to fall down, so he moved away in disgust to prevent his shiny black leather shoes from being stained with his blood.

William did not succumb to the pain, he bowed his body slightly, followed the cover of the dining table, took out the gun from behind with his unaccustomed left hand, put it against the old man's forehead, and drank at the woman who was also holding the gun in front of him. : "Put the gun down! Come on! Put the gun down and kick over!"

"What are you delusional about?" Dr. Reagan shrugged his shoulders frankly and said, "Piercing my head? I think this request may be common to the FBI group, but it is not necessarily the case for her." .”

The woman remained silent and kept raising her gun. The rainwater kept slipping from the raincoat on her body, forming a puddle of water stains on the white marble floor.

"What? Don't you want to die?" William gritted his teeth, "If you die, Jacques will no longer belong to you!" He roared, suddenly realizing a very ridiculous thing, his eyes began to become desperate: "You already Are you going to give up? You are not alive? You are going to give up!"

"Bang!" Another bullet struck from the darkness, and it accurately penetrated the left wrist of Councilor William holding the gun. The man who was shot the second time couldn't even make a sound this time. , He fell to the ground with a "boom" due to the impact of the bullet, he tilted his head slightly, a pair of black high heels appeared in front of his eyes, he looked up, and a devilish face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Lindsay Al-Assad." The councilor muttered the woman's name with absent-minded eyes, and the sword of Damocles finally dropped.

"William, my friend, we meet again." Lindsay Al-Assad viciously pressed the scorching muzzle against the congressman's cheek and grinded it roughly. Soon, the fragile skin tissue appeared moist red, a stream of protein and fat The stench of burning was pervasive, and she loaded the gun with a "click" and sighed, "Long time no see, but you are not old at all? It seems that power and money have consumed all your conscience. "

The congressman was forced to fall to the ground. He could clearly feel the warm blood flowing out of his body, and the cold spread from the beaten left hand to the tip of his nose. He gasped for breath and threatened To: "If I die here today, they will know, know...you can't escape."

The woman's eyes were bright, and the corners of her mouth were raised slowly, showing a wanton and genuine smile. She replied, but the words were more like a curse, "No one can escape from all of this."

**

Dr. Reagan died. On that cold rainy night, he found his manager said that the hall was full of black blood and smashed red wine glasses. The old man was sitting on a chair with a small caliber 5.56*45mm □The bullet passed through his skull. Due to the cavity effect, the brain tissue of this old man was shattered into dross on the spot. Maybe he walked peacefully, maybe he struggled in pain, but no matter what, when he found out, this gentle man The old man's body was as cold as the sea water under the cliff.

"So you've met before?" the policeman raised his eyebrows and asked.

The manager nodded and said, "Of course, this old gentleman has booked out the entire restaurant at an extraordinary price and doesn't need our services. This is really impressive."

"Ah, so you don't know who was in this restaurant yesterday?" The young policeman was a little embarrassed, he frowned and wanted to ask something more, but a short siren sound interrupted his train of thought, and he turned around , I saw two black Chevrolets parked outside the cordon one after the other.

Several people in civilian clothes got out of the car, and they showed their IDs to the guards' colleagues, and they easily walked into the crime scene.

"I think that's the end of your inquiry." The manager said, his eyes also falling on the people who got out of the car.

The policeman paused, put away his notes helplessly, and said, "Yes, I think, next you will belong to those FBIs."

"Hello," one of the female FBIs smiled and walked up to the police and the manager. She opened her ID and said, "Emily Prentiss, FBI, this case involves a lot, and the FBI will take over it. I'm sorry, but this Mr. Manager..."

"Ma'am, I know what you want to know."

Emily raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's been a long time, Mr. Manager is still so serious."

The manager said flatly: "Ma'am, living a serious and serious life is the best expression of your lost and regained life."

"It's a pity that few people can understand this truth." Emily waved her hand, she squinted and looked at the restaurant surrounded by police not far away, and sighed.

The manager said frankly: "Perhaps, there are more important things or people than living seriously... In this way, death becomes easier."

The sea-blue sky was vast and high, without a single cloud, and the bright sun was shining like golden powder sprinkled on the calm sea. The natural scenery in front of them was as beautiful as a colorful oil painting in the 70s, but they fell into silence.

The death of Dr. Reagan did not cause any waves in the busy Washington DC. Now people are talking about the fact that Congressman William has been missing for nearly three days.

On the first day, Congressman William's political party was able to calmly appease the restless crowd because the congressmen did not show up on time. On the second day, they had to choose to call the police because of the large number of false reports released by their opponents. On the third day, Congressman William's voice had already It has fallen to No.4. Even if he appears in public now, he cannot reverse public opinion in just one day before the election.

Everyone in the party is about to go crazy. Their hard work and countless efforts were wasted in the first two days of success. They tore at the FBI like desperate dogs, ordering them to kill even corpses in the shortest possible time. To find this man.

Robert Mueller rejected the CIA's request to join the investigation and handed over the case to the BAU. He said: "All I ask is to find this person, regardless of life or death."

"We all know that Mr. William's disappearance is not simple." The FBI director sat in his large leather chair, his hoarse voice entangled in Hotch's ear like a silky poisonous snake, "But the dead will not come back to life, we And living friends and family."

Hotch didn't speak, looked at the man swallowed by the darkness, and nodded.