CM The future I see without you

Following Bezu Fache, as if walking in a maze, Reid bypassed many buildings before arriving on an empty avenue. At the end of the road was a tall Romanesque church.

A group of waiters in strict white shirts and black suit pants passed by the two of Reid. They didn't speak, but nodded and smiled quietly. Reid also nodded at them, only to realize that they were greeting people around BezuFache.

Bezu Fache said as he walked, "I didn't expect you to contact us, after that incident for so long."

Reid squinted his eyes and raised his head. The buildings in the distance are rough and simple. They don’t have the exquisite and gorgeous colors of French style at all. Instead, they look like the immature lines of children, with some unspeakable innocence and the most primitive human beings. imagination.

The doctor turned his head and glanced at the man beside him, and replied softly: "I need to verify some conjectures. And..."

He smiled and continued: "I don't think you can wait any longer. This timing is just right for anyone, isn't it?"

The doctor's words were low and slow. The man turned his head and looked back with a serious expression. After a long time, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his smile melted from the corner of his mouth, and he said seriously: "You have changed."

From a young and vigorous genius doctor, he has completely become a man, a mature, stable and restrained man.

Reid just shook his head lightly and didn't speak. His eyes turned to the tall tower top of the church in the distance. He didn't know what he thought of, and he looked a little melancholy.

The fine snow fell with faint bells, and the white-gloved waiter gently pushed open the heavy door, startling a group of white pigeons who were hiding in front of the porch to avoid the snow, and they fluttered up with their wings , let out a cooing sound, hovered in mid-air for a while, and then fell back to the porch.

It's just that these domesticated pigeons are not afraid of strangers at all, and one of them landed on Reid's shoulder in a daze, and rubbed the human's warm cheek affectionately, as if he was very satisfied with the foothold he found.

Reid stopped, took the chubby pigeon off his shoulders, and gently placed it on the ground, watching it bouncing towards his group.

"The old gentleman is inside," said Bezu Fache.

"Aren't you going in with me?" Reid asked.

Bezu Fache shook his head and smiled wryly: "The old man should be the last thing he wants to see right now is me."

Reid silently nodded in understanding, and followed another waiter into the room.

The space inside is very large and spacious. The beams of light are revealed from the huge stained glass windows on both sides, just shining on the sculpture of the Virgin Mary at the front, reflecting colorful light.

The waiter had already gone out at some point, and the door was closed from the outside, and the doctor felt that the noisy world outside became quiet in an instant.There was neither the cooing of white pigeons nor the rustling of falling snow, but a deathly silence.

This ancient building seems to be muttering to itself, and its silence is constantly echoing for a long time.

Reid looked up, and the huge vault of the cathedral seemed so high that it shot straight into the sky.The gray stone pillars rose one by one until they disappeared into the shadows, forming graceful bows in the dizzying heights, and then fell straight down to embedded in the stone of the ground.

Different from ordinary churches, there are only a few pews in the empty hall, and the end of the shiny handle is carved with delicate iris patterns. Reid was slightly taken aback before realizing that he was in someone else's home, which was a private church exclusively for the Sauniere family.

The old gentleman that BezuFache mentioned was not in the hall. Reid looked around and walked towards the north passage. Seeing the pine and cypress forest in the farthest part of the courtyard, the soft white snow covers all the colors with a light gray filter, revealing a little chill; The lines of the painting expand the figures into a more declarative realm.

Turning the corner, Reid finally saw the old gentleman, tall and tall, holding a black cane, standing in front of the last portrait, bathed in the gray natural light from the huge window, lonely Extremely.

It was a portrait of a little girl.She was dressed in a beautiful blue silk dress, standing in the center of the picture with a calm demeanor, her chin slightly raised, a smile on her lips, a gold necklace with an iris pattern on her neck, her arms as clean as jade, slender The crystal-clear and glittering jewels and transparent lace on the wrist are all delicately and extremely depicted.However, the most unforgettable thing is her eyes. Her eyes are bright with incomparable confidence and arrogance, and even the whole painting has a queen-like aura.

Reid thought, this should be Jacques' mother, Louise Sauniere.

Sure enough, the old gentleman opened his mouth and said, "This is the mother of that child, my daughter."

He turned around, looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were full of indescribable complex emotions, and sighed: "I really didn't expect that it has been so long."

Without waiting for Reid's answer, the old man turned around and walked slowly towards the lounge at the end of the corridor leaning on crutches.

The doctor quietly followed him until the old gentleman took his seat and said to him, "Sit down, kid."

The chair faces the courtyard outside the hall, and the courtyard is as vast as an endless snow field, only the pine forest at the edge stands silently and watches in the breeze.

Reid said, "The cello has been found."

The old man put his hands on the crutches, with a tired expression, he said, "I'm not here, I just want to remember."

"He's here." Reid retorted seriously.

The old man was a little surprised. He turned his head to look at the young man, as if examining, but also as if mocking, and said, "Now you are the only one who still believes that he is still there."

The old man turned his head, looked at the pine forest in the distance again, and said, "Young man, you have to learn to accept it."

"Accept what?" Reid said coldly, "Since he disappeared, everyone has been persuading me to accept the fact, but what is the fact? The fact is, those of you who say you love him also gave up on him the first time. People, Mueller is like this, and so are you."

The doctor was terribly calm, with a sense of helplessness and chills in his words: "For you, Jacques has been just an appendage of Ms. Louise from the very beginning."

"He is Louise's child, that's right." The old man looked calm.

"So for so many years, he can only live by this identity." Reid suppressed the anger in his heart and almost gritted his teeth.This kind of anger is full of powerlessness, it penetrates deep into the heart and hurts the heart, even if it is a fact that has been foreseen, but every time I think of it, it is like a spinning bullet stirring into the flesh and blood of the chest, and the pain is so painful that I can't speak.

However, the saddest thing is that Jacques himself knows that all he has received is a gift or sympathy from his mother, but this kind of emotion and sustenance is too short-lived and empty. If the temptation is overcome, he will become an outcast.

Everyone loves him, but he is still so lonely.

Reid imagined more than once that if we met earlier, he might not be dependent on Jafferson's sick love, and he might be able to grow up healthy and happy like an ordinary child.

The snow was still falling, and the scent of pines and cypresses and the erratic and melodious bells came from the wind. Reid could look into the distance calmly, feeling heavy and uncomfortable.

The old gentleman said, "What do you want?"

Reid shook his head and said, "This is cooperation."

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyes, "What can I get from you?"

The doctor took a sip of coffee, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Louise Sauniere's cause of death."

"She committed suicide." The old man snorted coldly, his eyes were not kind.

Reid gently put the porcelain cup back on the table, and said, "Actually, it was your idea that Ms. Sauniere severed ties with her family and settled in the United States at the beginning, right?"

The doctor said softly, "A friend of mine found some news about this family for me. It turned out that in the earliest days, Sauniere started his business by relying on wars. At that time, the royal power was supreme, and Sauniere with a backer could almost walk sideways in Europe and North America. But now in a society under the rule of law, titles are just vain, business is hard to do, and money is hard to earn, but the family is getting bigger and bigger, not to mention that the financial crisis almost cut off all the liquidity of the Sauniere family, and they have nowhere to go Next, in order to let this crumbling behemoth survive the difficulties, you plan to walk the old path that your predecessors walked again."

The old man didn't speak, just quietly watched the snowflakes fall and then melt slowly on the stone steps.

Reid said: "In this way, Ms. Sauniere severed ties with the family and went to the United States alone. She was smart and did not choose to go into politics, but became an agent of the FBI, and completed the family step by step according to the original plan, or even more. Confidential political missions. When the Sauniere family finally gained a foothold, according to the plan, she could have withdrawn and returned to continue to be the heir of this big family, but something unexpected happened."

"Unexpected?" The old man turned his head and said coldly, "What you mean by unexpected is that she is married to a poor detective and plans to have a child? It doesn't make sense for you to tell me these things now."

"Of course." Reid said slowly, "Although getting married and having children is not within your expectations, it is still acceptable. The surprise I want to say is that your plan was found out by another person, and this person is your daughter. , or the real source of death of Jacques' parents."

Obviously, what Reid said was far beyond the old man's imagination and cognition. He was stunned suddenly, and subconsciously retorted: "Impossible!" The details became clearer little by little, he lowered his eyes, frowned, his hands holding the crutch trembled slightly, and the whole person fell into silence.

After a long time of silence, he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him for the first time, and said, "I want to hear about your cooperation."

**

The BAU without Spencer Reid was exceptionally silent. It was dark outside, it was not time to get off work, and there were no cases. Everyone sat at their desks and was busy without saying a word. The central air conditioner hummed softly.

Garcia pushed open the door with a bunch of freshly baked cookies in her arms. Although the room was warm and windy, it was colder than the outdoors where the wind and snow were blowing.

"Hi, I said, would you like a chocolate chip cookie?" Garcia asked in a raised voice as he untied the scarf and placed the box in his arms on the table beside him.

Morgan propped his chin and said lazily, "Didn't you want to lose weight a few days ago?"

Emily stood up from her seat holding the cup, walked to Garcia's side, picked a piece from the box, and said, "The calories of such a small piece of biscuit will be consumed in a few steps, it's okay."

"Really? Why did I hear that 50g of ordinary biscuits contains as much calories, emmm..." Morgan said, he couldn't remember, he subconsciously looked at the position of the little doctor, and suddenly sighed, Said, "What the hell, Babygirl, get me one too."

Emily was also a little silent, she asked softly: "He asked you for the materials that day, and he never looked for you again?"

Garcia's eyes were red again, she bit her lower lip and said, "No, if, if I knew..."

"If you know, what can you do?" Morgan sighed, stood up and hugged the sad girl, persuading, "No matter what we say, he will not accept this fact."

"But at least he's still here." Garcia really got more and more sad as she thought about it, and muttered, "At least he's here, so I can know if he's okay and whether he's taking good care of himself."

"He will take good care of himself." JJ didn't know what was standing beside Garcia, her eyes were firm but gentle, and she said, "As long as Jacques hasn't been found for a day, he won't allow himself to collapse."

"But when will this be the end?" Garcia was very sad, and said, "Is he going to search like this for a lifetime? And, and..."

"And what?" Rossi asked, pushing open the door and stepping in.

Garcia looked up, looked out the window, and whispered, "It's snowing again, it's been almost a year."

Everyone was silent, and they all looked out the window at the city covered in silver with complicated expressions.

It's snowing, and that person's death day is approaching.