[CM] THE CASE

When love reigns, violence does not exist; when violence reigns, love disappears. — Carl Jung

Time ticked down like a milkshake in Frank's cup.

The outrageous pervert slurps a strawberry milkshake leisurely and listens to Gideon tell how they found him, like a young child listening to a compelling detective story.

There was a sudden commotion outside the restaurant, and Georgia's husband broke into the restaurant holding a gun. Morgan immediately blocked it, and after some disputes, the calm man took out a bag from under the seat.

He looked up, seeming to enjoy Gideon's surprised look: "Now guess what's in a mental patient's bag?"

The hands of the man holding the gun began to tremble.

His eyes suddenly filled with tears, thousands of words were swirling on the tip of his tongue, and finally he let out a whimper.

"Open it," the man yelled, "I tell you to open it!"

"I open it and you put the gun down," Gideon said.

The man's sad eyes fixed on Frank, and he nodded stiffly for a long time.

Gideon watched Frank warily, reached out and opened the bag—

a human head.

The head of a hideous black male.

Even though there are two booths separated, the man can still see clearly.His arms suddenly went limp, and Morgan snatched the gun just in time.

Then he persuaded her husband to leave, glaring at Frank with even more hostility.

Gideon took a deep breath: "Who is he?"

Frank shook his head: "The question should be 'Who was he'."

Georgia, draped in a towel blanket, sat in the back of the SUV. Emily sat down next to her and opened the window.

Outside the window, Griffith crouched in the doorway blowing his nose with red eyes.

It was Griffith who found the garage. Before Hotch could stop him, Griffith's instincts as an FBI agent had already driven Griffith to pull the door open.He was unreservedly exposed to the brutal crime scene, and saw the blood-stained dissecting table at a glance.

At that moment, it was as if someone screamed unscrupulously in his head, the knife cut across his skin, and the stinging pain wove into a huge net, engulfing his fragile soul.

The gun fell to the ground with a "bang", Griffith staggered, and was hugged by Reid behind him.

In desperation, the little doctor covered Griffith's eyes, and took advantage of his height to drag and drag Griffith away.

Griffith staggered and was pushed away, spirit still discarded on the dissecting table.He felt that he had been lingering over and over again, like Prometheus locked on a cliff, suffering from the pain of his internal organs being pecked at day and night.

"Why don't I die?" He thought resentfully, "Why don't you let me die?"

As soon as this idea came up, Griffith tripped suddenly, and Reid was caught off guard, and the two fell into a ball together.

However, from the beginning to the end, those knuckles and somewhat cold hands never left Griffith's fragile eyelids.The real pain brought him back to his sanity, and Griffith blinked, his eyelashes brushing Reid's palm lightly, itching all the way to the bottom of his heart.

The way they fell was very tangled, Griffith was crushed underneath, but Reid's leg was crushed by him again, and he couldn't get up for a while. The heels of Griffith's palms were scratched, and his elbow hit a stone, probably bruised.

Reid was unhurt, but his leg was numb from the pressure.He tried to lift Griffith up, but his palms were wet.

Griffith cried.

He sat up and freed Reid's poor legs, tears streaming down his face, but he didn't make a whimper, or rather, he tried to hold back his voice.

Reid was also sitting on the ground, too scared to stand up.After a while, he frantically found a crumpled handkerchief, which had been stuffed away in a corner for many days.

But Griffith didn't answer.He hugged himself, buried his face between his knees, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Like a child who doesn't trust the world, he buries his fragility in his heart and rots silently.

The handkerchief wiped away the tears from Reid's palms, and Reid hesitated for a moment before throwing his arms around him.

Human beings are social beings who need to connect with others.Many times, a simple physical touch, such as a hug, kiss, or touch, can do more than any words of reassurance.

A whimper broke through clenched teeth.

Griffith gripped Reid's jacket tightly and said inarticulately, "I don't want to…"

I don't want such pain.

I don't want this talent.

I don't want to... die.

His voice was hoarse, and he spoke Chinese, obviously not intending to get an answer. Reid gently stroked the back of his neck, regretting that he didn't understand Chinese for the first time.

He has a doctorate in mathematics, chemistry and engineering, and a master's degree in sociology, psychology and philosophy. He can read [-] words per minute, but he can't comfort his weeping friends.

In particular, a very important friend.

When Emily came out with Georgia on her arm, Griffith sat on the steps holding Reid's handkerchief, staring at the string of human bone wind chimes in a daze.

Hotch organized people to go in to investigate the scene, and Reid asked the medical staff for blankets and hot water, and handed them over to the disheveled sheriff.

Georgia cried once, and her right hand firmly grasped Emily's wrist, like grabbing a life-saving piece of driftwood.She cried, "He killed Timmy's teacher... oh, she's only in her twenties! Oh God..."

They happened to pass by Griffith, and Griffith asked blankly, "Timmy?"

"It's Georgia's son." Reid sat next to him. "How does it feel?"

Griffith ignored his question: "Son?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

Griffith didn't want to look up at Reid.Crying in front of other people was embarrassing anyway, and Griffith's ears turned red just thinking about it.Fortunately, he is a person who distinguishes between public and private. Even though he just cried a lot, Griffith quickly got into work: "Well, there is one."

"The suspect abducted Georgia last night and contacted us this afternoon. What has he been doing these days?"

"He killed a teacher, why? This is not in line with his rules. He is looking for people who have been forgotten by society, but the teacher, who has status and status, why choose her?"

"...in order to get a bigger chip." Reid jumped up and said, "I'll tell Hotch to see if we missed anything." After saying that, he ran away.

After Griffith finished talking about the doubts, he stared blankly at the wind chime again. Jane's house was right in the air, and those old, bloody ornaments made dull sounds honestly, like a long sad sigh.

Film and television works like to combine murder with art to create charming and perverted images, which are sought after by every second-year boy and girl.But tore off that layer of artistic camouflage, what was exposed was still blood, violence and inhuman cruelty.

What is there to pursue?

Frank's milkshake finally bottomed out.

He spat out the straw and sighed contentedly: "One is perfect, two are too extravagant."

Morgan's heart sank quickly - there was no time.

The police outside the house rushed into the restaurant, and the lead lieutenant almost put his gun on Frank's head.

"George is back!" he said excitedly. "You're out of chips! Put your hand up and put it where I can see it, you son of a bitch!"

Gideon saw Frank smile.

Griffith waited outside, and Hotch sighed heavily.

At the other end of the car, Georgia hugged her husband and bravely floated away from the woman, crying like a child.

On the other side of the car, Emily said: "The children were going to go camping today, and the teacher led the group, and the school confirmed that they were going."

"If the teachers were killed, who brought them out of town?"

The answer speaks for itself.

This is Frank's bargaining chip.

He was pushed out the door and even smiled as he held a gun to his neck.

He said, "Jane."

Then that crazy woman threw herself at him recklessly. If no one stopped her, she would probably give him a long kiss.

"Give me Jane," Frank said.

His eyes are warm and persistent, as if he has really devoted himself to love, and he is an infatuated man who has been watching for 30 years.

Everything is in Frank's plan.

Garcia took off her glasses, and in the fuzzy world, the thumbtack that JJ pinned on the map looked like a bloody dead end. JJ drank all the coffee, but the 24 hours of continuous rotation was still too much for her.At this moment, she was lying on the table drowsy.

Garcia thoughtfully covered her coat, and then packed half of the desk's papers.She was in the middle of sorting out, not knowing how JJ usually sorts them, so she had to give up halfway and go back to tinker with her computer.

She deletes unnecessary files and keeps backups for future reports.

Finishing work is also being carried out in Golconda.

Griffith held the hot cocoa and behaved like a child in front of Gideon.

Gideon rubbed his temples.He had just dealt with a pervert, and now he had to deal with the psychological problems of the team members, and he was really tired.But hearing that Griffith broke down and cried at the scene, Gideon has to call him to talk about his life even if he hasn't closed his eyes for 72 hours.

Gideon said, "Would you like to talk?"

Griffith nodded.

"I need to evaluate and counsel your mental state, but it will not be recorded. This is my private behavior. I hope you will not mention it to a third person."

Griffith continued to nod.

"So, can you recall the scene at that time?"

Griffith touched the bracelet and nodded hesitantly.

"...I opened the door and saw a wall full of murder weapons, some of which were stained with blood."

"Then?"

"Then I heard someone screaming, and I felt pain... all over my body, everywhere." Griffith licked his lower lip.His body trembled unconsciously, and chocolate-colored ripples appeared in the paper cup.

Gideon saw his reaction: "Why are you crying?"

"I... I was already sober at that time, not empathy. This time is very different. The victims in the past have a strong will to survive, but this time... they just want to die." Griffith's ending sound is very soft , seems very reluctant to mention the word "death".

Gideon tapped the table with his fingers, but there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.

"You don't want to die?"

Griffith laughed at himself: "No, I'm a coward."

"No, there's no one who isn't afraid of death, and that's fine," Gideon said. "I've always been worried that you might be suicidal, and now it turns out it's more optimistic than I thought. You have self-denial, but it's not that serious. , I am very happy. Next, can we start grooming?"

The author has something to say: first of all, I would like to say sorry to everyone, the military training disappeared for a while ago.After that, because of the start of school, the update time needs to be adjusted. The next update may be irregular, but there will definitely be!Believe me!