CM The future I see without you

This is a dilapidated church in no man's land.

Gasping heavily in his throat, William tried his best to support the cobweb-covered marble stone pillar with both hands and tremblingly wanted to stand up. He was injured, and just such a movement exhausted all his strength. He couldn't even move one of his legs to take a small step forward. The coagulated blood scab burst due to the huge friction, and the yellow-brown blisters and slurry along the blood turned the expensive suit on the councilor into a beggar. Disdainful rags.

The water and food left by the woman had already been eaten. He was too hungry. The wounds of the previous few days had festered and festered. Then, he saw Louise.

Oh Louise, Louise!

He opened his eyes wide, and made a meaningless sound of "ho ho ho" from his throat like a dilapidated bellows. The man struggled to raise his hand towards the sun, and the bare skin on that arm was covered with large and small yellow spots. The blisters, intact, or ruptured, those disgusting, sticky yellow exudates flowed onto the intact skin, William panicked and wanted to pull up his sleeves to cover these disgusting things, but he was too weak, The hand didn't last long before it hit the ground heavily, stirring up a thin layer of dust.

The man was lying on the ground, his pupils dilated, but he was still staring closely at the dome full of bright sunlight.

"Louise, Louise!"

He shouted in his heart, as if the woman could turn around and look at him with her bright eyes full of love, caress his cheek with her white and slender hands, and call his name with her sweet and joyful voice.

"James, James!"

The man knows that it won't be long before new blisters will grow on his body, until he dies of shock due to blood loss, or his body becomes fertile ground for bacteria and fungi due to infection.

He was going to die, he was going to Louise's world, hoping that in that world, she would forgive her false love.

**

"Good people can always find countless reasons for being kind, and evil people can always find countless reasons for being evil." Hotch said, "I choose, the truth."

Rossi pushed the coffee away from him, squinted, and replied, "So, you've decided?"

"I made a decision. When Reid found me again, I think we both made a decision." Hotch said this sentence very slowly, he stood up, and his eyes moved from the group photo on the table to Rossi The top of his head was already covered with white hair.

Ross got up with him and left the office one step later. When the door was about to close, he turned around and saw the group photo of Hotch on the table. Maybe it was taken secretly by Garcia when he went out for dinner a long time ago. The pixels are not high, and everyone’s faces are still stained. Wearing a little cream, they all looked at the camera in surprise. In the corner of the photo, there was a blue-eyed young man in Reid's arms, smiling childishly.

"Hotch!" Morgan greeted while sitting in the corner of the conference room, and said flatly, "The CIA received a video this morning."

"video?"

"It's this." Garcia turned on the projector and said hesitantly, "Yes, the video of Senator William's death. This morning, at [-]:[-] to be precise, this USB flash drive appeared in the CIA's delivery box room, they thought it was a bomb."

Emily handed the documents in her hand to Rossi and Hotch, and said: "People from the CIA have found this place based on the information in the video. It's in the lower reaches of the Savannah River at the junction of Georgia and South Carolina. We don't know this place." strangeness."

"The TRB Restaurant, the restaurant where Dr. Reagan died is located just up the river," JJ added.

"Is there any relationship between these two people?" Garcia asked. "Why was the video sent to the CIA? I always thought..."

"The person who sent the video wanted the CIA to intervene in the investigation." MOrgan replied, "So now he got his wish. The CIA believes that based on the characteristics of the death of the congressman in the video, especially these iconic blisters and hard-to-heal skin damage, it is from A Syrian biological research institute that has been bombed. They are worried that this reagent has entered the domestic market and will pose a threat to the subsequent elections, so they asked to intervene in the investigation together. This is the application order.”

Hotch scanned the file with a frown and said, "I see. Emily, what happened to the restaurant death?"

Rossi turned his head and asked Emily: "I remember you said that it was raining the night Dr. Reagan died?"

"Yes." Emily said, "This almost destroyed a lot of evidence, plus it is by the sea, although it is the upper reaches of the Savannah River, but because of this area," she stood up and pointed to the map to draw a larger circle, Said, "They all belong to the owner of this restaurant, and the location is too remote. It takes 3-4 hours to drive from the nearest town, so in addition to employees and customers, locals rarely enter. There is only one road on the cliff, and there is a gap between up and down. Larger, we ruled out the possibility that the murderer entered the restaurant by water. We found the car keys on Ronald W. Reagan, but there was no vehicle at the scene. I think it is very likely that the suspect pushed the car into the sea. The local police are following along Shoreline search."

"The car that Congressman William drove away that night was equipped with a GPS. I checked this type. Even if there is a huge external force, such as a car accident, it can't be damaged. If there is a program attack, the device will send a message immediately. signal to the cybersecurity team," Garcia said, "it's more like the congressman himself turned off the device with a passcode."

The video on the projection is coming to an end, the camera shakes a little, and finally freezes on the cloudy eyes of the congressman, Rossi narrows his eyes, and asks: "At that time, Jacques had already blown up the biological research institute in Syria under the order, who would have it?" These reagents? And use this reagent to kill one of the most vocal MPs, just four days before Election Day."

"Also, the timing is too coincidental." Rossi pondered, then turned to Hotch and asked, "Have you mentioned the identity of Reid's partner?"

HOtch shook his head, he also felt something was wrong: "Just in the few days when he wanted to reopen the case, the key person was not only murdered, but also sent such a confession video."

JJ said: "Reid was with us all those days and he had an alibi."

Emily paused and said, "What if it's Lindsay Al-Assad? That woman is still unknown. She not only participated in the research and development of the original reagent, but also has a lot of hatred for the original project participants. If James William said in the video If it is true, then her revenge will not end."

Hotch said, "If this is revenge, what role does Ronald W. Reagan play in it? He's just a psychiatrist."

"He had contact with Reid, Hotch, I met him." Rossi took a sip of coffee and said, "At that time, Reid suspected that he was Black Jafferson. Of course, Reid told me that it was just suspicion, but if it was true, he also had contact with Jacques, He knew Jacques as he knew himself, so he knew William, he knew Syria."

"Where did Reid go?" Morgan suddenly asked, "I haven't seen him this morning." Since Reid came back and asked to reopen the case, he has been living in the office building. Although he cannot directly participate in the investigation of the case, but in this way , you can get in touch with the progress of the case as soon as possible.

It's just that no one expected that before the application for reopening the case was submitted, Congressman William would have died in such an unexpected way.

Emily shook her head and said, "Reid went to the scene of Ronald W. Reagan. He thought it should be the same person. But if it was the same murderer, why did the two people die in completely different ways?" The photo was projected on it, and said: "Ronald W. Reagan was sitting on this chair at the time. Judging from the wound, the murderer should be standing opposite him."

Morgan nodded and said, "It's not far away, it can even be said to be very close. Judging from the size of the wound and the traces of blood splatter behind it, the bullet almost exploded his head."

"Indeed." Emily said, "According to the ballistic analysis, the bullet shot into the head of the deceased from top to bottom. I am more inclined to execute it as a sentence of the murderer on the deceased. And, as we all know, according to such a close After being shot, the deceased’s body and chair would fall backwards due to the impact, but when the manager found out, he was sitting on the chair.”

JJ said: "Just judging from the photos at the scene, the murderer should have cleaned it up for him."

"Not only did they know each other." Rossi judged, "The murderer felt guilt, at least not hatred, for Ronald W. Reagan or for his death."

"Have those wine glasses been tested?" Hotch asked.

"At present, only the DNA of the deceased has been found." Emily said, "But the blood and smoke tests at the scene showed that there was another person who was also shot, but the DNA database has not yet reported the results of the search."

"Do a DNA comparison with Mr. William," Rossi said. "He was also shot."

He thought for a while, and then added: "Did the bullets be found during the autopsy? It's best to compare the two. It's more likely that they came from the same gun."

Hotch put his mobile phone on the table, looked over the team members present one by one, and finally stopped on the empty chair in the corner, he said, "These two cases may be the same murderer, but we don't know There is no definite evidence, and the death of Congressman James William is more involved, it is easy for us to explore the secrets that others have hidden for many years in the process of reviewing the case, and this secret will put us in an extremely dangerous situation."

He paused, then continued hoarsely: "We have already lost a companion, so I hope that in the next investigation process, the first thing is to ensure my own safety."

The air in the meeting room slowly condensed, and everyone was a little silent. Garcia sat quietly in the corner, involuntarily stroking the furry kitten decorated on the ballpoint pen, and her eyes slowly turned red.

"Second, no matter what you find, report it first, and then make a decision."

Emily sighed, and put her hand on JJ's shoulder soothingly. JJ turned his head and forced a smile.

"Third," Hotch said calmly, "obey the arrangement."

The conference room fell silent again, the agents looked at their captain, the brilliant light from the projector reflected on Hotch's face, making it difficult to understand his expression, but as long as he was here, it was enough to calm people's hearts.

"Rossi, JJ, we still have too little information about that institute, but I believe that the people at the CIA don't know too much," Hotch looked at them and said, "I hope you guys will share information about this video. Communicate more information with them, especially whether Congressman William has been involved in this matter, and whether there is anyone else besides him."

"Yes." JJ stretched out his hand to pin his long golden hair behind his ear, and replied.

Hotch said to Morgan and Emily: "If Ronald W. Reagan is really the person Reid suspects, then this person should have used a false identity. Go investigate, no matter which identity it is, he should have contacted the murderer."

After everyone left the conference room, Hotch turned to Garcia and said, "I will give you Jacques' pass and password."

Garcia stared at her leader with wide eyes. It took her a long time to realize what this sentence meant. Garcia licked her dry lips and said nervously, "I need to explain."

"After Jacques was declared dead, Director Mueller did not revoke the authority to use this account to commemorate it," Hotch said in a low voice, "and this account can enter the internal database that I have no right to touch. , have used this account."

"So, Sir, what can I do?"

"James William, everything that belongs to this man." Hotch said, frowning. "Garcia, don't miss any information, especially about Syria. And Ronald W. Reagan."

Hotch thought for a long time, and added: "If you can, look up the name again."

Garcia took the paper from Hotch's hand, and it said "Black Jafferson."

"Wait!" Garcia yelled, staring at the name, "Hotch! Wait, wait, oh, I mean, I've seen the name! But I can't remember it! Oh my god!"

"Garcia," Hotch frowned, soothing softly, "don't panic, yes, maybe you should have met, when Reid was suspicious of him, I should have asked you to check the information, so you have an impression of this name .”

"No, it's not." Garcia shook her head and said, "Not Reid."

"Who is that?"

"It's Jacques."