CM The future I see without you

It's a beautiful building, in a way Rossi would rather call it a work of art than a hotel.

Heads carved from wood, bottles made of copper or glass, tall beams and columns, and smooth white marble floors make this space reveal the mysterious and noble sense of history everywhere, and it is so elegant and quiet everywhere.

He is sitting on the black leather sofa in the corner of the hall. The century-old Italian Pietro haute couture looks restrained and luxurious, and the exquisite and small cufflinks are faintly visible under the bright light. Rossi slowly raises his wine glass. In just 5 minutes, he No less than six women invited him, but he just smiled friendly.

In contrast, Reid next to him seemed more restrained. He kept arranging his bow tie, lowered his head to check the cuff buttons, and looked at his phone from time to time.

The steady breathing of his teammates in the earphones of the walkie-talkie reminded Reid that the hotel was full of people from the police station, but he couldn't be completely calm, so he looked up to the left corner, which was the hotel The tea seat provided for guests to rest, Jacques is there, not to mention the woman opposite him is holding the trigger switch button in her hand-this hotel does not know that the most expensive gun on the black market is installed in that place, and it is also the most powerful gun Strong □ □.

No one thought that this woman would choose this way to kill the last person on her list.

Even though there are people coming and going, the vast land area and the strange space division allow the police and BAU members, no matter where they are, to clearly observe the man and woman talking in the cafeteria in the lobby.

The woman had a weak and decisive face, and she was wearing a simple but elegant white silk dress, like a wild lily blooming in the depths of a dense forest.If it weren't for the solid evidence from Garcia, no one would associate the title of serial murderer with her.

"Ann is a very obedient child." The woman's eyes were tranced and quiet. She smiled slightly, but her words were full of bitter memories. She said, "I am 5 years older than her, and I almost watched her grow up. When she was thirteen or fourteen years old, she always didn't listen to her parents, but she listened to me, and she would do what I said."

Jacques turned his body sideways, just listening quietly.In order to reassure the woman, he did not wear a headset, but installed a bugging device on his body.

The woman's name is Carol Burnett. Her younger sister Ann Burnett died of respiratory failure caused by sepsis in the ICU of the local hospital four years ago. Since then, her family seems to have suffered a curse. Her father and mother died in accidents one year apart. There is only one her.

There were two glasses of red wine in front of Carol, but she kept fiddling with the phone with both hands, and said in a rambling manner: "I told her that I hope to go to the same university as her, and Ann studies hard, and reads a lot every day. I was worried that she would become a nerd, so I asked her to make more friends, so she went back to join various interest clubs. Do you know? Jacques, I met those boys, I, I thought they were friends, I'm so happy, oh my gosh..."

Jacques took out the veil and gently wiped away Carol's tears.

The woman stared blankly at the young man's clean eyes, she forced a smile, steadied her crying, and said, "I even asked for leave to buy a dress for Ann, and before she left, I told her, it's just for fun." Be happy. God, the last words between us, the last words that Ann heard me say before she left, turned out to be, have fun!"

The veins in Carol's neck were bulging, and the muscles in both arms were tense. Jacques saw the anger and sadness in her eyes. He stretched out his hand and gently covered the woman's slender hand.

Carol sighed and calmed down suddenly. She stared at the young man's skeletal palm, smiled, and held that hand instead. Jacques felt her fingers scratching his palm restlessly.

"I know you're an FBI detective, but it's really strange." She tilted her head, pursed her lips, and asked like a naive and confused child, "There are so many people in the police station, why are you the only one staring at me?" I won't let go?"

Jacques wanted to pull his hand out, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that Rossi was about to lose control of Reid, but Carol was much stronger than he thought.

He said in frustration: "It's not just me, it's the whole BAU, we all feel that something is wrong with you. An innocent insider shouldn't have that kind of look. Speaking of it, it's more like, like the kind that the Avengers achieve their goals pleasure."

Carol retorted unhappily, saying, "I'm not done yet, Jacques, you know, there's one last person on that list."

"But he's not here anymore. Even if you blow up the entire hotel into ruins, your revenge will not be completed." Jacques calmly analyzed for the woman, and then persuaded, "Why not leave it to us? We have enough strength and means to That bastard is sent to prison and never comes out."

"But I just want him to die, Jacques." Carol held the young man's cold fingers and stood up. She seemed to hear the rapid breathing of the police detective lying in ambush in the hall, and smiled triumphantly, sitting intimately on Jacques' lap .

Carol stared at Jacques' face, drank a glass of red wine slowly, hesitated for a moment, picked up Jacques' glass again, and drank it down.

Rossi grabbed Reid who was about to run away violently. The woman still had the phone in her hand, and they couldn't take the risk.

"Wait, Reid," Rossi said softly, "give Jacques a moment."

Reid didn't speak, his muscles tensed, and he stared at Jacques without saying a word.

Carol chuckled next to Jacques' ear. At this time, she looked more like a criminal who murdered six men in a row. She bent down, and the breath from her nasal cavity sprayed on Jacques' sensitive neck. She said, "Hold me , Jacques."

Jacques put his arms around the woman's waist stiffly, he felt that Reid's sharp eyes were going to poke two holes in his back.

But Carol was indeed in a much happier mood. She even sighed and said, "It would be great if I could have met you earlier, my Jacques." face.

Instinctively, Jacques fell backwards, trying to distance himself from each other.

Carol waved the phone in his hand, the display screen was the control button of the police, Jacques paused, he didn't know if the bomb disposal team brought by Hotch had dismantled the bomb, there were people coming and going in the hall, but he didn't want to Waiting for the signal.

Jacques had no choice but to sit obediently and obediently. He felt that Carol lowered his head slightly, and the woman's clean lemon scent lingered on the tip of his nose. He felt that Reid was about to rush over.

As if showing off, Carol stared straight at the man in the corner behind Jacques, kissed Jacques' lips, step by step, fanatical and urgent, like a lion marking its territory.

Reid was stunned, the entire BAU was stunned, and all the police officers ambushing in the hall were also stunned.

Unknown men in the hall cast envious glances at Jacques, while the women glared at Carol angrily, just like the doctor.

Jacques seemed to think of something, he panted, but he didn't refuse, and even quietly held the woman's slender wrist holding his face when the woman's long golden curly hair fell down.

A bitter tear fell on Jacques' face, and Carol stopped kissing, and she stared at the man, smiling, like the girl from the old days when she was young, blushing, and discussing love with her sister.

Jacques suddenly remembered when he saw Carol for the first time. She was sitting in the reception room, telling herself her fears and fears in fear. No one suspected a girl who escaped in a serial car accident. The sheriff felt sorry and even Escort her home personally.

According to Garcia's information, there were two people in the car. Her boss, a young and promising rich second generation, was pierced by the flying glass through the neck and died on the spot. Carol was seriously injured and was rescued in time. But also lay in the hospital for two months.

No one thought it was wrong, and the insurance company even paid a huge amount of compensation.

Until the second, third, fourth, and fifth rich young people died, their parents used their wealth and power to invite the FBI, and the superiors directly handed over the task to the BAU.

Carol was called to the police station and sent away by the sheriff.

Things became simpler later on. Garcia didn't say a word, and directly faxed the court records from that year to the police station.

The above record is clearer and deeper than Carol's painful memory, every word brings them back to the grand banquet four years ago, and experienced the ugliness after the banquet.

Six high-spirited, megalomaniac young men, one naive teenage girl, blood and raped sheets, and even so, the criminals escaped with the help of their parents.

The long time has taken away the disturbing rumors, and the huge wealth has reshaped the new identities of the six young people.

JJ and Emily couldn't watch it anymore, their eyes were red, and they left the analysis room silently.

Jacques and Hotch went through Ann's medical records, each recreating how the barely-adult girl struggled to survive before dying of respiratory failure.

Jacques took the file to meet Carol for the second time.

The two of them didn't say anything, they just stared blankly at the window of her apartment. In the dim sky, a flock of pigeons flew out of nowhere, like snow-white spots of light, circling blindly from time to time, They flew around and around, flying very fast, but there was no sound at all.

When the group of pigeons disappeared or did not know where they landed, their gazes also slowly landed on each other's faces, staring for a long time.

"It's weird," Jacques heard the woman say, "I feel like I've seen something like this before."

She narrowed her eyes in doubt, and said, "But I'm sure, I've never seen such a sunset, I've never seen such a pigeon, oh, you have." Carol looked down at the table between the two He said sadly, "I've seen this too."

Jacques didn't speak.

Carol looked at the young man's gentle blue eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly, like whispering to a lover, and said, "You know what? Detective, when I was lying in the hospital bed, I often looked through the window. The sky, the sky at that time was always gloomy, I didn’t dare to sleep, when I closed my eyes, my mind was full of Ann’s crying, she kept calling my name, she said, sister, sister, help Me, help me."

She sighed deeply, her voice was no longer full of sadness and fear, but tired and dull, she said: "I gradually can't distinguish between reality and dream, they say I'm sick, they want to send me away Go to another hospital. But I disagree, and then there are endless tests and questionnaires, and different people come to chat with me every day."

"You passed." Jacques said with difficulty. He looked at the woman's curly hair shining dazzling golden light in the afterglow, her makeup was beautiful and exquisite, and her eyes were shining with moving light. He is walking on a treadmill, a calendar is hung on the wall, and every memorable day in the future is marked with a bright red oil pen.

What she showed was full of hope and energy.

But Jacques felt that the real Carol died at the moment Ann died.

"Of course I passed," Carol said with a smile. "I'm healthy, so why didn't they let me go?"

Jacques didn't answer, BAU had no conclusive evidence in hand, and they had no reason to arrest her.The phone buzzed and Hotch urged him to get back to the team. He stood up and pushed the file over to Carol's side.

"If this makes you feel real," Jacques said, "keep it."

"Thank you." Carol smiled, and gently hugged the young man. She took a deep breath obsessively, as if she had found her home, with a peaceful and joyful expression.

**

Carol still doesn't hit the button, and Jacques hands Hotch her phone, like the end of a long marathon, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

The medical examiner declared Carol dead, covered her with a white cloth, and took her away.

Jacques sat tiredly on the chair in the corner, his hands still had the woman's body temperature and lemon scent, and he could still feel Carol caressing his face, and then kissing his forehead, eyes, and the corners of his mouth.

Such a sad kiss, like a farewell.

Jacques realized that one of the two glasses of red wine was prepared by Carol for herself, but in the end, she regretted it.

As expected, he ended his life.

So much so much pain, anticipation, and hatred were reduced to zero by death so quickly, simply, and easily.

For the first time Jacques regrets agreeing to Giden, he wants to drink, he wants to get drunk and forget everything.

Reid ran over in a hurry, looked at the tired-looking Jacques, bent down, and pulled him up abruptly. Jacques only felt that his wrist was hurting from being held, and when he got up, he staggered unnoticed, and didn't even stand still, and was almost dragged by Reid and walked into the hotel.

Reid left quickly without saying a word with a gloomy face. Jacques tried to break his grip on his hand, but failed.

After turning around an unknown number of corridors, Reid suddenly opened a door on the side of the corridor and pushed Jacques in. He heard a "click" sound of the lock being locked.

Jacques was pulled to the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, watched the angry doctor restrain his temper and wet the white towel little by little, held his face, and wiped it seriously.

Once, gently, silently.

Reid's slender index finger pressed the bright red lips of the young man who had been wiped, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared, the suppressed desire was clear and deep, his blood was boiling, he stared at Jacques' lake blue eyes, clearly there See the red threads in your eyes.

He lowered his head, and just as he was about to cover those lips, he felt his wrist being held.

Reid woke up all of a sudden, he looked at the rejection in Jacques' eyes, his brain suddenly calmed down, and his face became ugly.

Anger mixed with disappointment.

Jacques took a deep breath and said, "Maeve Donovan."

The name fell over his head like a bucket of bone-chilling ice water, and Reid let go and took a step back.

He wanted to explain, but heard Jacques say coldly: "Love is destined, we can't find the true meaning of life alone, we need to be with the one we love."

Reid's memory was suddenly brought back to that book, every character was so impressive that he could even recite all the following chapters.He looked into Jacques' calm eyes, and remembered Maeve's gift again. The friend who had never met had written this sentence in the book he had given him as a gift.

Reid knew Maeve was talking about Jacques and himself.

But the desire to explain turns into the sorrow of privacy being violated.

He asked, "Why?"

Jacques lowered his head and remained silent without answering.

Reid turned and left, and Jacques heard another "click", and the door was closed softly.

He was still sitting in the shadows, the wet towel dripping down his cheeks.

Jacques thought, Carol finally got her own relief, what about herself?

He wanted to drink again, he desperately needed to get drunk.