[CM] THE CASE

Love transcends the dimensions of time and space and can be perceived by us. ——"Interstellar"

Griffith's hands were still tied behind his back, and his eyes were covered with gauze. Jason held him in his arms, humming softly.

"It will itch when the medicine takes effect," he explained, "I've wronged you, it will be fine after a while."

Griffith didn't want to respond.

It's more than a little itchy, it feels like there are countless ants crawling on his eyeballs.But he didn't eat all day and night, and he didn't have the strength to resist.

"It won't hurt so much in sleep," he said. "I wouldn't be mad if you didn't do that yesterday. Why did you leave?"

Jason didn't need Griffith's answer.He sighed softly, and continued: "I said that there will be rewards. Today I will answer an extra question for you, you can ask."

Griffith was silent for a while, then asked calmly, "You killed James, didn't you?"

Jason laughed.It was a kind of maniacal laughter stuffed in his chest, as if it was a happy thing, and he didn't dare to laugh out loud because of his face.

"I thought you already knew?" He grinned, stroking Griffith's hair. "God, you're... you trying to kill me?"

"Kill" is a heavy word, but Jason said it lightly.

"No," Griffith said angrily, "but I'll arrest you and watch you sit in the electric chair."

Jason didn't take it seriously, he was obviously more interested in another matter: "Then do you hate me?"

Griffith raised the corners of his mouth, looking extraordinarily indifferent.

"You hate me because, I think what do you call him, 'James'?" Jason's voice was full of malice, "But do you really know him? You gave up your name, nationality, and came to a strange land , and he left you and knocked on my door—do you know what he said? Do you really know what your adoptive father was like?"

Griffith gritted his teeth silently.He vaguely knew that Jason's words would shake him completely - fatigue, pain, suspicion, these would wear down a man's will.He had to pull himself together, he had to...

But Jason didn't go on.

"Sorry, it's too early to say this." He shook his head, "You should go to sleep."

He waved his hand to plant a seed called doubt, and time would be the best fertilizer.

Reid stood in front of the photo wall, staring straight at the photo in the middle.

Almost all photos are of Griffith alone.There are a few photos that are obviously group photos, which have been printed out and cropped, making the picture look very unnatural.His experiences from childhood to adulthood are posted on the wall, and with a cursory glance, he seems to know everything.But the photo in the middle is different. There are two people in the photo.

One is Griffith.He bowed his head in the crowd and didn't know what to look at, and beside him, a man's hand was on his shoulder, in an intimate gesture - he was wearing gloves.

There's no way this guy can tolerate anyone else being in the same frame as Griffith, so who is he?

Reid narrowed his eyes, feeling that the man's profile looked familiar.He searched the memory bank and came up with the answer almost instantly: John Walker!

But no, Walker has a fiancée, and it is impossible for an antisocial personality to establish a long-term stable relationship with someone.Even if he can integrate into society, it is only on the surface.If this person lies in the same bed with him every day, how can he not be exposed?unless……

Reid's eyes fell on the black glove.The collar of the man's windbreaker was turned up, revealing almost no trace of skin except his face.

He tapped his fingers twice on his chin, and his brain recalled the scene of meeting Walker twice.

Gloves……

"Morgan!"

Morgan is in the bathroom.

He opened the cabinet that Ray said and found the photo he said.But these photos are very fragmented, different from the ones in the room. The photos in the room seem to have been carefully sorted out, and the selections are from Griffith's life, which is more detailed than a person's epitaph.And the leftovers here are like leftovers that are not willing to be thrown away, and they are carefully treasured.

Moreover, the appearance rate of John Walker is unexpectedly high?

The question flashed through his mind as soon as he heard Reid's voice.

"what happened?"

"I remember that there are many small clinics that can also do plastic surgery, right?"

Morgan blinked. "So?"

"Jason Griffith's cause of death was a fire. If he survived, he would inevitably be burned." Reid paused, "Do you think Jason Griffith and John Walkers are a bit similar when they were young?"

Morgan's eyebrows trembled: "You mean..."

"Just a guess, but if I'm right, our opponent might be a ghost this time."

"They have contacted our people." Conner, the leader of the organized crime section, still had a dark face. "We told you about the postponement. I don't know why. They seem to be eager to get rid of it. The negotiation went smoothly. According to our informant's report, their There seems to be some problems with the transfer of power internally. But it is said that their leader is a young man, why is there such a hurry to transfer? If he wants to continue to develop, he may be able to occupy a place in the gang."

"That's right, the more urgent the appointment, the easier it is to go wrong," Nelson said. "The meeting is arranged by you, Hotch, and you still focus on finding Griffith. An FBI agent just disappeared, I can't allow this to happen. "

Hotch nodded: "Understood, when will the auction be?"

"Five more days," Conner said. "In these two days, I will remove the eyeliner around John Walker to give them the illusion that the FBI is lax."

"Okay, then we..."

"Sorry to interrupt." Emily knocked on Nelson's office door.She held the phone in one hand and rested on the doorknob with the other, "Hotch, Gideon is looking for you."

Nelson nodded. "Go."

Hotch took Emily's call: "Hotch."

"Reid gave me a guess," Gideon said over there. "He thinks John Walker has two."

"what?"

"We don't know how Jason Griffith escaped back then, or how the fire happened." Gideon's voice was cold, "But I compared them, and their photos are indeed very similar."

"But……"

"Walker's father is a plastic surgeon." Gideon whispered, "Small clinic, if there are some customers who are not convenient to reveal their names...he should not say no, even if this person is his own son."

"But why would they do it?"

"It might have been an accident at first. A survivor from a fire with extensive burns would have been fatal. He might have been saved by Walker out of coincidence and then had a skin graft, and if it was more serious, it wasn't a facelift. A big deal."

"If it's really hurt to that extent, how can there be no record of hospitalization?"

"Maybe, he happened to hit an unspeakable occasion." Gideon said, "As Conner said, his rise is too fast, how could he have no experience at all?"

Hotch rubbed his forehead: "So, Walker is going to get married, and he may want to stop. The same identity can't continue, so they are in a hurry to break up?"

"This is just a guess." Gideon pointed out, "But I think there is a place for reference, and we can investigate along this line of thought. After all, we don't have many choices."

Hotch pinched his palms hard.He stopped suddenly, startling Emily.

"Check." Hotch said, "Get all John Walker's resume, Emily, ask Garcia to search carefully and find out everything that doesn't make sense."

"Yes, sir."

"Keep an eye out there, that house might be the key, maybe you can find clues." Hotch continued, "Let Reid do a geographic survey and see where Griffith might be hidden by him."

"Yes, I know."

"Tell Morgan to cooperate with him, you..."

"Rossi and I will follow up on James' case. I heard that there have been some breakthroughs in the assay." Gideon interrupted, "I still think James is the key. I will go back to the scene and take a look. Rossi can help me with the geographic analysis." .Besides, I also need the research materials left by James to see if there are any clues."

"There's still some of James' manuscript left at Griffith's house," Hotch mused. "I'll have JJ fax it to you."

"Ah."

"That's it first," Hotch hung up the phone, and returned the phone to Emily, "You and JJ go to Griffith's house again, and pass the research materials left by James Griffith to Gideon."

"clear."

"Foster."

Griffith was in a daze.

He saw the sun shining on the floor, and Reid blushed and took out a book of poetry in a language he was familiar with.

For a moment, he wondered if it was just a dream.He should be tied to a bed with only one crazy brother by his side.He should fear for his life, should be afraid of those screams, should... never see the sun again.

But this thought only flashed for a moment, and his consciousness was pulled back by Reid's hand.This feeling was too familiar, he let go of all his defenses, and saw the poem Reid was pointing to—

"A flowering tree," he said slowly, "love poetry."

Reid looked at him expectantly.

"How to make you meet me..." He read word by word.

The sun is warm, and there is still a familiar atmosphere in the house. Griffith was reading, tears falling on the white pages.

"Griffith?" Reid panicked. "What's wrong with you?"

Griffith doesn't speak.He seemed to have forgotten many things, many important things, but this moment was so happy that he didn't want to recall it at all.

"Griffith, Foster...Fost," Reid said.He wiped away Griffith's tears and didn't ask any more questions - he seemed to know everything. Griffith paused and kissed Reid lightly.

He kissed.At a party that had a lot of fun in college, he got drunk and was kissed by his seniors.Since then, he has never been to a party.He is afraid of exposing something, even in a relatively open country, he is unwilling to cross the hurdle in his heart.

But that's Reid, his safe word, he can be fearless.

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