CM The future I see without you

Those two people always came to take a walk in the garden at dusk.

Today they are at it again.

Linda stopped the cello in her hand for a while, and looked at the two people who were quiet in the distance. She kept guessing in her heart, what is the relationship between them?If it is a father and son, the tall old man will always help the young man in the wheelchair to gather his collar or smile and leave a kiss on his cheek; if it is a lover, it probably takes It's even more hopeless than a beauty marrying a beast.

When they came over, Linda's heart shuddered, she withdrew her sizing gaze, lowered her head slightly, and slowly made a gesture, the low and gentle sound of the cello wafted melodiously over the park.

It was extremely cold, Lind's exposed fingers were red from the cold, stiff like ten icicles, a gust of wind blew by, she couldn't help shivering slightly, the cello under her hand made a short and slight fault sound.

The cellist who was about to perform with her teacher in the Grand Theater in a few days made such a huge mistake, the girl's heart skipped a beat, her back was covered in cold sweat instantly, and her brain, which was drowsy due to the cold, instantly woke up, she felt a little guilty Looking around, there was no one around, and naturally no one noticed her little mistake.

But when he looked back, the young man in the wheelchair came to him at some point, but the old man disappeared. Linda was a little uneasy, and she looked at the young man's calm face again, wondering if he heard her wrong voice.

After looking at it for a long time, the young man always lowered his eyes slightly. Linda suddenly thought again, why should she care so much about his thoughts?

Thinking in this way, he set up the violin angrily, ready to start again, but just as he started to tune, he saw the young man's brows frown.

It has to be said that even if such a beauty frowns, it is extremely pleasing to the eye.

Even though Linda was upset, she stopped. She just wanted to ask me if there was a problem with my drawing?But before the words came out of his mouth, the young man opened his eyes. His eyes were indifferent, and with unpredictable nostalgia, they fell on the cello under his hands.

The wind became fiercer, rustling the old cypress trees behind, like hundreds of sparrows shouting in unison, very noisy. Linda couldn't hear anything, she looked into the young man's eyes, her mind went blank, at this moment, even breathing seemed not so important.

This pair of eyes is really amazing, the beautiful azure blue is like the clear water of Loch Lomond, the four eyes are facing each other, the sad tune of "Bridge of Souls" is faintly heard in the distant sky, Linda seems to be attracted by these eyes The eyes absorbed the soul and lost herself. The girl's heart was beating wildly in her chest. The long-lost throbbing challenged the previous social bottom line, and she was out of breath.

When she finally plucked up the courage and was about to speak, a sharp siren pierced the quiet sky from nowhere, and then, three or five black Chevrolets flashed their lights like a majestic black bear. parked in the open space in the middle of the park.

The passers-by in twos and threes didn't know why, they cast curious eyes, and they were afraid of getting into any trouble, they all detoured, and just stood far away.

Seeing that the policeman pulling the yellow cordon was approaching her, Linda finished packing her cello anxiously, and asked the young man, "Where's your companion? How about I send you there first?"

The young man turned his head and glanced at the bench in front of the grove pointed by the girl, thought for a while, and nodded.

Linda was overjoyed, and regardless of the vicious policeman, she fixed her cello and began to push the wheelchair towards the distance.

I thought it would be heavy, but I didn't expect the young man to be so thin.

Linda looked at the blanket covering the young man's legs, the black-gray coat on his body, and the plaid scarf. Although there was no brand logo, just looking at the materials and production, he knew that the price was expensive, and it was more like a custom-made one.

The girl looked at the balloon coat she had worn for two or three years, and then thought of the debt on the bank card, and her mood suddenly sank.

The young man seemed to sense the girl's emotions, and suddenly said: "It will be fine in the future."

"What, what?"

The young man whispered: "Keep to your beliefs and don't give up, you will succeed one day."

Linda touched the shoulder strap of the cello case subconsciously, sighed inaudibly, and muttered: "Forget it, the road of pure art is too difficult, everything costs money, and you have to work hard For one station, the performance fee has to be deducted layer by layer, which is not enough for a taxi ride. I plan to... Hey, why am I telling you this, by the way, where did he go?"

The young man naturally knew who the "he" in the girl's mouth was referring to, but he didn't answer directly. He was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Just push me there, him, he will be back later... Thanks."

Many passers-by have already gathered around the bench, and you asked each other what happened. Some said that the body was found in the woods, and some said that it was an attempted murder. There was no unified answer. But the FBI has come, thinking that things will not be too simple, and the guesses in the mouths of the spectators are becoming more and more limitless. Linda just thinks that the farther away from the troubled place, the better, so she pushes the wheelchair behind the crowd and waits. Follow that man back.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the top of the young man's head was already covered with fine white snow particles, some of which melted into water, flowing down the hair into the young man's neck and disappearing into the scarf.

Linda struggled to look away from the young man's fair skin, she shuddered, breathed into her palm, and suddenly asked, "Are you lovers?"

The young man didn't answer, he lowered his eyes, seemed to be thinking, but also seemed to be silently refusing to answer, Linda felt that he had asked the wrong question, and when he talked about the sad part of the man, he panicked, and hurriedly said: "Actually, in fact, you I don’t need to answer, I’m just, I’m just curious, sorry…”

The young man twitched his lips and said, "No."

"Ah?" The girl slightly opened her eyes and asked, "Then you are..."

The young man's eyes were a little confused, and he sighed and said, "I don't know..."

"What?" Linda wanted to ask again, but a magnetic low-pitched male voice suddenly came from behind.

"Jacques."

The girl turned around in panic, only to realize that the man had come back at some point, standing quietly behind her, with snow on her shoulders, and she had overheard how many conversations she had with the young man.

Jafferson stepped forward and took over the control of the wheelchair. He bent down and asked in a low voice close to the young man's ear, "Why do you say you don't know? You clearly know."

The young man turned his head in resistance, and the man sighed inaudibly. He walked to the opposite side of the young man, squatted down, took out a small bottle of medicine from his coat pocket, and carefully put two white pills into the young man's mouth. "Shall we go home?" he asked.

The man tried his best to find a response in the blue eyes of the young man, but he only saw his own shadow reflected in those cold eyes, shrinking, desperate, begging, and pale.

Finally, Jafferson gathered the young man's collar helplessly, and carefully placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. The cold wind was biting, and it slapped loudly on the cheek. The man regarded it as the young man's return kiss, and stood up straight with a satisfied expression. body, nodded slightly to the girl carrying the cello, and whispered: "Thank you for your care, we should go."

"Eh? But..." But the handsome guy hasn't said anything yet...

Linda looked at the young man, and the young man became silent again, just like when we first met, motionless, like a doll surrounded by thick and exquisite clothes.

The snow kept falling, and more police cars with FBI printed on them kept coming into the garden, and the crowd of onlookers was also increasing. The yellow cordon was struggling to maintain order in the wind. Linda stood blankly behind the crowd, tightly clutching the shoulder strap of her cello, watching the man push the wheelchair away slowly.

The men are tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and elegant clothes, but their backs look extraordinarily lonely and sad. Linda sighed inaudibly, the sun had already set, the sky was dark and sour like expired moldy cheese in the refrigerator, she knew that she should go back to school to participate in practice, but her body remained motionless, the girl's eyes followed those two people , through the bustling crowd, into the white misty snow, until they disappeared in wordless and hasty silence.

**

"You should have a plan."

"What's the plan?"

"You can't keep searching aimlessly like this. I mean, you have to leave yourself a way out."

"The back road?"

"You should understand my words."

"I see."

"I'm worried about you."

Reid suddenly didn't know how to answer, maybe the man on the other side said this sentence too affectionately, but the real worry seemed a bit ironic, he thought for a while, and said: "Jacques is your cousin. "

Bezu Fache sighed deeply on the other end of the phone and said, "Why are you always unwilling to accept the facts? Reid, even if he survived that car accident, how long can he live according to his physical condition? And, And wasn't his DNA already detected in those charred bones? You should know these data better than me."

"Okay, if you still want to say these nonsense, I'm going to hang up."

"and many more!"

"What else?"

The decisive person suddenly hesitated at this moment, Reid opened the autopsy report in his hand while listening to the somewhat disordered breathing on the phone.

After a long time, BezuFache said: "If you don't plan to go back to the FBI, come to my place. There will always be a place for you."

Reid frowned, said "hmm" in a low voice, and hung up the phone, but Bezu Fache on the other end was so angry that he couldn't speak, and felt that the image of the shy doctor after the cooperation was completely complete with Jacques' departure Crushed to ashes.

"Reid, did you find anything?"

Reid closed the report and handed it back to the young female detective who was following Hotch, saying: "From the point of view of the method alone, the murderer's methods are constantly upgrading, or in other words, he has been groping for a more neat method that suits him. Quick ways to kill, but one never changes..."

"Victim type!"

Reid glanced at the female detective who was rushing to answer in surprise, then nodded, and then said to Hotch: "These victims are all women aged 35 to 40, with one or two children, from a good family, and with a higher education. , but the relationship between husband and wife may not be good, or they may be in a state of separation."

"Impossible!" the female detective interjected, "I have asked their neighbors. The families of these victims are famously harmonious in the community. People often see the victims walking with their husbands, and... "

"Moreover, they often show off the jewelry, clothes, or other gifts that their husbands carefully selected for them." Reid went on to add what the female agent said, and then smiled slightly, "The harmony on the surface does not mean the harmony behind the scenes." Love. At the very least, a wife who loves her husband deeply will not take off her wedding ring when she comes out to a party."

The female detective opened her eyes wide, looked at Reid hesitantly for a long time, and then looked at Hotch, until Hotch frowned and nodded at her, then she turned and walked towards the female victim covered by the white cloth.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker. Hotch reached out and patted the falling snow on the doctor's shoulder, and said softly, "Is there any result?"

Reid looked back, Hotch's eyes were full of concern, he smiled slowly, the smile made people feel distressed, the doctor said: "Although many people are helping me, but each of them is also persuading me to look away, When people die, they die. Hotch, that's you."

Hotch patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. After a long time no see, the thin and cute young man suddenly matured. He no longer carried the silly messenger bag, but wore a black dark pattern suit with a neat coat. In a black coat and a brown plaid scarf, he looks a bit like Jacques from a distance.

The doctor whispered: "I went to a lot of people, heard a lot of things, and speculated a lot of glorious and dishonorable things. Every time I go further, everything about Jacques will become clearer in my mind. , I can even imagine how he grew up little by little, and then watched the people around him go away one after another."

"Reid..."

The doctor lowered his eyes, staring at the snow-soaked soil on the toe of the shoe, and continued: "But I dare not think about him, I am afraid that when I think about him, I will dream of him at night, but I am even more afraid of myself because I don't want him. And dreams can't dream of him."

Both of them fell silent, the noise of the crowd gradually faded away, Hotch wanted to hug the poor child, but he hesitated, Reid raised his head in the hesitation, his eyes moved to the deep and obscure sky, and asked cautiously : "Tell me, will he miss me?"

This is an unsolved problem.

Hotch was about to speak, when the female detective ran over panting, and said loudly, "She really doesn't have a wedding ring on her hand!"

The female detective was struggling to run, she hurriedly stood in front of the two of them, panting, "The wedding ring, she put the wedding ring in the wallet, that wallet, the photos in the wallet..."

"What happened to the photo?" Hotch asked seriously.

"The family photo was torn off, no, it should be that the heads of the husband and wife were torn off, leaving only the child." The female detective said, handing over the evidence bag containing the photos to the team leader, and the other bag It contained a wedding ring.

Reid took the evidence bag containing the wedding ring, squinted for a long time through the searchlights of the police car, and then said to Hotch, "Maybe there is one more thing in common."

"what?"

Reid handed the bag to Hotch and said: "The patterns on the inside of the ring are similar to those of the previous victims, more like they were cut from the same pattern, maybe there is something related between the victims."

"Ah?" The female detective was a little puzzled, "Why not the same brand? Maybe they bought the same wedding ring."

Reid patiently explained: "They have to go to Paris to customize even a piece of clothing, not to mention a meaningful wedding ring? Moreover, this kind of pattern is rare, more like, more like... a few superimposed numbers .”

"Number? What number?" the female detective asked nervously.

Reid shook his head: "It's too dark to see."

Hotch nodded slightly, and said, "Go back and ask them to check the source of these rings. It's best to photocopy the patterns inside."

The female detective nodded, took out her mobile phone and walked towards the police car. Hotch followed her and walked a few steps, and found that the doctor behind her was still standing there: "Aren't you going?"

"No."

"They all miss you."

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer." Reid turned his head, looked at the crowd gathered by the bench in the distance, and sighed in a low voice, "Wait until I find him, and wait until everything is over."

Hotch understands this feeling, he knows that staying awake is an extremely painful thing, especially when you are alone facing the whole world alone, the pain is multiplied.He couldn't bear it: "No matter what, as long as you need, we are here."

With gentle eyes, Reid smiled and said, "I know, you can go back."

Hotch walked a few steps before, and then looked back at the doctor who was still standing in the snow. People around him came and went in a hurry, but he stood quietly, blending into the panic of the night.

Seeing that Hotch got into the car alone, the female detective couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Reid won't go back together?"

Hotch closed the car door and said, "He'll be back, just not now."

The female detective felt a little regretful, and said, "I always feel that he is different from before. When Jacques was still there..."

Hotch interrupted her exclamation with a frown, asking, "Did you call Garcia? We need to find out the connection between these victims as soon as possible."

"Ah! Not yet..."

Chevrolet drove out of the park slowly, Hotch turned his head and looked back through the car window, the street lights in the park lit up one after another, the small, goose yellow lights smudged the white snow in the sky into a hazy haze. Cozy, and the place where Reid was standing was already empty.