[CM] THE CASE

Whether it fails or succeeds, at least I stick to my beliefs. —Whitney Houston

Griffith had a hard time saying what he was thinking.When Jason pressed his wrist and approached the cold and sharp scalpel close to the girl, he kicked the dentist's chair without knowing where the strength came from.The thing was fixed on the ground, and Griffith used the reaction force to knock Jason backwards. The direction was not sure, and both of them knocked over the cart with various tools, making a mess on the ground.

Griffith climbed up first.This fall did not lose his sense of direction and the scalpel, he felt the temperature of another person, without saying a word, he stabbed hard.

Jason let out a scream as the knife stabbed him in the thigh.

There should be no guards outside the basement. Jason didn't like having outsiders around, and if guarded, they should be outside, which gave Griffith a chance.He propped himself up on the ground, and the shattered glass shards embedded in his flesh, leaving a bloody handprint.

"Lucy, is it?" Griffith tried to keep his voice soft. "Can you talk?"

The girl seemed to be frightened, and almost bit her own tongue: "Yes, yes..."

Jason grabbed the cart with one hand, dragging his injured leg to get up, the girl screamed: "Be careful!"

By the time Griffith tried to turn around, it was too late. Jason grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the wall, Griffith's back was numb and hurt.With the scalpel at his feet, he could only try to open Jason's hand, hoping to get some oxygen.

Fortunately, Jason didn't think of that poor girl in his rage.

"Excellent, I didn't expect that." Jason's voice rolled with anger, "It seems you've been faking it all along, haven't you?"

Griffith couldn't speak, only hummed.

The suffocation kept ringing in his ears, and Griffith had no idea what he was talking about, only that he would be the one to die if this went on, or the girl would be doomed when Jason calmed down.

He must... must...

Jason let go of him suddenly.

"You almost tricked me," he said. "You wanted to save her, didn't you?"

Griffith coughed uncontrollably as air rushed into his fragile airways.However, while coughing, he could still distract himself from touching the scalpel.

Jason had already walked to the girl's side.

The girl screamed.

"I only have one chance," Griffith thought.

He felt for the scalpel, but he couldn't get up.

"Calm down." Griffith clutched the knife tightly in his hand, thinking, "There's nothing stopping him."

Jason wouldn't hurt that girl, because he wanted the one who did it to be... himself?

Jason's hand was already on the girl's fragile neck, and behind him, Griffith shouted hoarsely: "Jason!"

He pressed the blade tightly to his neck, his eyes were dull, but there was a wordless determination from the tight arc of his mouth.

"what are you doing!"

"I can't kill you, but..." Griffith's Adam's apple rolled. "Suicide is still fine."

"Put the knife down, Foster." Jason gasped, trying to be as gentle as possible. "You don't want to do that. You don't want to die, do you?"

Of course he didn't want to die.At the beginning, Gideon thought that his hallucinations hadn't reached the point of no return, because "death" was a bottom line he didn't want to cross.To live was Griffith's last wish, and it was this wish that brought him back from all kinds of pain.

The girl's cry was choked in her throat, suppressed into sobs.

"How do you know?" Griffith said softly, "You think you can control everything? Don't you? You should have experienced the feeling of being out of control, otherwise you wouldn't be so obsessed with the power of control. You don't control what ? Did you kill James, or did you commit suicide?"

Jason was silent for a while, then sneered, "I see, this is a trick they taught you, right? You're trying to provoke me. Well, you just said James?"

Griffith's fingertips trembled.

"As I said, you don't know him well. Do you think he adopted you because he really felt sorry for you?" Jason approached him slowly. Startled by the sound of his footsteps, Griffith made a shallow cut with the knife.

"Maybe, but that all changed when he found out about your empathy, which is far beyond normal. The first email he sent me was about you," Jason said in an oddly The tone said, "I met a child, which may be the key to my research. Wait for me, child, and I will cure you."

"You are not his child, understand? He never regarded you as his son, you are just an object of observation. He still thinks about me, or his research."

Griffith gritted his teeth.

"Why did he bring you? Because I promised to see him. He knocked on my door and said happily, he found a cure for me, it was you, Foster." Jason said, "Aren't you sad? I I feel sorry for you."

"Your biological father abused you, and your adoptive father only experimented on you. The nightmares you are having every night, the hallucinations when you encounter a dead body, can he really not help you solve it? Or are these all guided by him intentionally? ? Foster, the person you have never suspected is the one who is most sorry for you."

Griffith couldn't hear what he was saying at all.He forced himself not to understand the words, forced himself to focus on the girl's life and death.

"They'll definitely find me. If I die here," Griffith thought for a moment, "it doesn't seem like a loss."

"You take one more step forward, and I'll row down." Griffith said.

Sure enough, Jason stopped: "You won't."

"You got one thing wrong." Griffith said flatly. "I'm an FBI agent. On the day I sent the application, my death was my end. I never questioned that."

There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door.

Jason's expression changed instantly.

But Griffith didn't hear it.His nerves hang over Jason, all the background sounds are muffled.

"Foster, listen to me..." Jason took a tentative step forward.The ground was a mess, and Griffith could feel it with every step.The scalpel was pushed in a little, and Griffith threatened, "Back back."

Before Jason could speak, the basement door was slammed open, and countless noises poured into Griffith's ears, giving him a headache. Jason didn't have time to react, Griffith realized something, and slashed down with the knife in his hand.

"Foster!"

Blood kept gushing out.

He couldn't remember what happened next, but he only remembered a pair of warm hands pressing on his wound.A familiar voice shouted in his ear, Griffith opened his invisible eyes, and his lips moved: "Reid..."

Then everything fell silent.

Walker's fingers twitched.

The temperature in the interrogation room was lower than outside, and Walker knew that this was an interrogation technique.He was not in a hurry.

That's when Emily came in.She put a stack of documents on the table, as if she didn't intend to pay attention to him.

After 10 minutes, Hotch came in.He first nodded politely to Walker: "Hello, Mr. Walker."

Walker also remained polite: "Hello."

"Sorry, we found some problems." Hotch sat down and took the folder pushed by Emily, "Well, are you familiar with this place?"

Walker looked down at the photo: "Well, but I can't remember."

"Really? Does this look familiar to you?" Hotch pulled out another photo and pushed it in front of him.

The photo was taken of the landscape.

Walker blinked, and said "hmm", "I just said it looks familiar."

"This is where James Griffith dumped his body."

"James? I know, it's Griffith's father." Walker showed a little worried look, "I'm very sorry, and Sally is very sorry for him."

"So you know Griffith is missing?"

Walker froze for a moment: "No one seems to have told me about this."

Sally hadn't heard the news, and Walker naturally shouldn't know either.

Walker leaned forward and asked urgently, "How is he?"

"We don't know yet," Hotch said flatly, "but we have evidence that you have something to do with this case."

Walker raised an eyebrow: "I thought Mr. Nelson explained it to me?"

Hotch didn't raise his head: "He explained part of it, but there are witnesses who saw you appearing in Las Vegas, can you explain it?"

Walker narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Agent Hotch, my alibi is verifiable by your people."

"Indeed." Hotch nodded, "So what do you want to say about another person who looks exactly like you?"

"Exactly the same? Well, I don't know. Maybe my parents gave birth to a pair of twins, and the hospital made a mistake?" Walker shrugged and regretted, "Unfortunately, I still want to see him."

Emily sat by and watched him quietly.This man speaks tightly, as if he really doesn't know anything.

"Really?" Hotch said while looking at the information, "Do you know anything about human trafficking and art smuggling?"

Walker paused unnaturally.

Even if it's fleeting, Emily captures that.She frowned, suddenly realizing why Hotch had chosen him as a breaking point.

This person's psychological quality is obviously weaker than Jason's. If he wants to ask something, he is more likely to explain it than Jason.

"I know it's illegal," Walker said honestly.

Hotch seemed to have run out of patience, and slammed the folder shut: "John Walker, let's not go around in circles. I know about your relationship with Jason Griffith, now I just need to know where Foster Griffith is?"

"I have no idea……"

"You don't need to quibble. We already have concrete evidence. If you don't believe me, I can call someone in to talk to you." Hotch said flatly, "And someone has already passed the place in this painting."

Walker's hands tightened slowly under the table.

"You buried a handle on Jason here, only you know." Hotch stood up, "That's why he didn't replace you after all these years, and he was willing to reconcile with you. It's a pity..."

"We have the police, we searched inch by inch, and found it quickly." Hotch smiled slightly, "There is no rush, I don't lack time."

The author has something to say: MerryChristmas!

Christmas case let it end on Christmas lol