[CM] THE CASE

Every time you appear, it comes to my mind thousands of times. —— "The Age of Innocence"

Griffith heard footsteps.The cords on his hands were undone, replaced by a pair of lined handcuffs.The man asked him to sit on the sofa, right next to him.He smelled faintly of cologne, and he took off his gloves, brushing Griffith's eyes lightly with his warm, soft palms.

Griffith blinked, feeling his eyelashes brush against his palm.

The man smiled: "I know you must have a lot of questions to ask me, Foster. But I want you to get to know me slowly, so how about two questions a day? I will answer your two questions truthfully, you Think it over. But that's okay, we still have a lot of time, and I'll let you get to know me completely."

Griffith pursed his lips tightly.

Two questions.The most wanted question at the moment is the identity of this man and why he kidnapped himself.But from the perspective of self-help, it may be more useful to ask for the location.But think about it differently, Griffith doesn't think he will reveal such important information, even if judging from the current situation, the probability of successful self-rescue is extremely slim.What's more, he said "know me", maybe this question starts from him.

Griffith was silent for a long time before asking the safest question: "Who are you?"

"I'm Jason," the man replied, "I'm your brother."

elder brother?

Griffith is alone and doesn't know which onion the "brother" is.He didn't want to waste an opportunity for this question, so he chose a negative sentence: "I don't have an older brother."

People like to refute, and subconsciously tell the truth in the process of refuting. Jason smiled, with ambiguous meaning: "Now you have it." He paused, and then said: "Cunning kid, well, this is not a problem, you still have another chance."

The little trick was exposed, and Griffith's heart sank-this man was more difficult to deal with than he thought.

Although he answered truthfully, the information given seemed to be nonexistent. Griffith decided to start with the more pressing question: "What's wrong with my eyes?"

"A little medicine, don't worry." Jason said, "Someone told me that the invisible people are the most docile, because you are their eyes, and they will never leave you. Sounds very heartwarming, right?" Through the thin eyelids, he stroked the trembling eyeballs with his thumb: "But I don't like scars, they are the ugliest thing, and I can't bear to destroy you. Such a beautiful pair of eyes, what a pity to ruin them."

"you……"

"Shh." Jason withdrew his hand.His attitude is like an expensive doll, full of affection and irresistible.

"The two questions are over. Now, I'm going to make you something to eat. What would you like to eat? Is pasta good?"

Griffith was silent, he knew he had no choice.

"Wait for me obediently, you don't want to make me angry." The man said, "Good boy."

he's gone. Griffith breathed a sigh of relief and began to grope around.

He felt carved wood armrests, embroidered fabrics, and besides that, he could hear the sound of a fire in the kitchen.He listened for a while, and there seemed to be the mechanical sound of clockwork.

Click, click.

Reid woke up from the dream and found himself falling asleep on his desk.He was wearing Morgan's coat, and Morgan had taken over from him, still staring intently at several looping surveillance footage.

He moved and the coat slid down his back and piled on the chair.

"Are you awake?" Morgan paused the video and pushed over a cup of coffee. Reid responded vaguely and asked, "Where's Gideon?"

"He went back to the hotel with Rossi." Morgan said flatly, "I don't know when you two got on so well."

Reid was confused: "Who?"

"You and Griffith." Morgan turned to face him. "I thought about it later, and it wasn't quite right."

"I think I have a good relationship with you. After you disappeared last time, I almost punctured the door panel. But I will not be like you. I believe that if I disappear, you will not be so anxious, because we are all done. Colleagues are mentally prepared for danger. The last time I saw a person like this, it was Hotch. He thought Haley and Jack were in the mall, and we thought there was a terrorist attack. On the way there, Hotch was sweating profusely. I persuaded him to call Just ask. Do you know why?"

Reid bowed his head and took a sip of his coffee.

"Because it's different from colleagues. Colleagues are also comrades. We help each other and watch each other's backs. But we all know that comrades may fall at any time. You shouldn't make such low-level mistakes. You know where The situation, will we forget this fact?" Morgan shook his paper cup, which was already empty, "When you no longer regard him as a comrade in arms."

Reid put the glass on the table and moved his hands under the table, clasping them tightly.

"It stands to reason that I shouldn't care about these gossips." Morgan continued, "But you are all my friends—when you consulted me earlier, you were talking about Griffith?"

Reid nodded.

Morgan was silent for a moment. "Gideon knows, doesn't he?"

Few people and few things can escape Gideon's discerning eyes, Reid nodded again.

Some things, once Gideon knows, are always reassuring, like an insurance policy.

Now that he has insurance, Morgan doesn't want to say too much: "Come and take a look."

Outside the window, there were only street lamps still at their posts. Reid dragged a chair and approached, and saw a map on Morgan's desk, with a route drawn with a marker.

"They've changed trains a few times, and there are some small roads that the surveillance cameras can't capture, so I'm not sure." Morgan's eyes were red.He couldn't help yawning.

Reid glanced at it twice and knew it in his heart: "I'll come, you go to rest."

"Call me when you're done, and we'll go back to the hotel to sleep." Morgan gave up his seat, "Did you hear that? Don't be brave, you have to rest before you can do a good job."

Reid said "hmmm", and his attention was no longer on the conversation. After thinking about it, Morgan set the alarm clock, planning to get up later and drag Reid back to the hotel.

Far away in Quantico, Garcia, who was working overtime, was woken up by the beeping sound of the computer.She squinted her eyes and fumbled for the glasses, and finally found it under the monitor, and she didn't know when she flew over.

She was analyzing Griffith's computer.

There's nothing on Griffith's computer, not even encrypted little movies. Garcia looked through his browsing records, and found that Las Vegas was the most recent research he checked most recently, except for professional information, as if he was going to play.Then just let Reid be the ground companion?

Garcia opened his favorites, and found that Las Vegas-related websites actually had special favorites, but the time was very long ago, ranging from a few years ago to a few days ago.

Why is he so obsessed with Las Vegas?

Garcia leaned back in her chair, suddenly realizing something.

James Griffith's hometown is in Las Vegas!

The old Griffith's body happened to be found, Griffith received the news, and Griffith disappeared... Isn't it a coincidence?Is James the key?But he's been dead for so many years, so what's the point?

Garcia thought about it, and fell asleep without knowing it.When she woke up, the bright red font kept flashing. Garcia's hazy drowsiness faded away quickly, and the hacker's sharpness and fighting spirit surged up.

Griffith's system has a loophole.

This vulnerability is inconspicuous and cannot be identified by general antivirus software. Only the scanning software exclusively designed by Garcia can find it.However, this loophole is man-made, not caused by any virus intrusion, it may only be operated by someone locally.But Griffith obviously wouldn't do it, so the question arises - who did it for him?What is this loophole for?

For the former one, I have to report to my colleagues, and for the latter one, Garcia is gearing up and ready to stay up all night.

Sally turned over, but missed her fiancé's chest as expected.She ran her hands all over the pillow to make sure there was no one there.This made her panic. "John? Johnny?"

After a while, there was the sound of flushing the toilet in the bathroom. Sally had already sat up, clutching the edge of the bed tightly with five fingers: "John?"

Walker comes over.He had just washed his hands, and the cold water dripped onto the back of Sally's hands, and then she was rubbed into a familiar chest.

"John?"

"What?" Walker crawled under the covers while hugging her.He turned on the bedside lamp, and Sally closed her eyes. The scars were basically healed, but some unnatural marks could still be seen.Even knowing that these eyes will never open again, Walker's heart still hurts.He kissed the woman's forehead as if begging for forgiveness.

"I think I heard someone talking?" Sally asked confusedly, "Is that you?"

"No, who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night?" Walker said while hiding the phone under the pillow, "Go to sleep, Hotch will come over tomorrow and ask about Griffith."

"I can't sleep." Sally curled into his arms, "I'm worried about Foster."

"I'm worried about him too, but don't worry, nothing will happen to Griffith." Walker turned off the light, hugged his beloved and murmured, "He'll be fine."

The author has something to say: he is not the fiancé, but he is also very important