Jack tiptoed closer and saw that the book covering Hannah's face was Freud's *The Interpretation of Dreams*. On the small coffee table next to the sofa were several other bestsellers, all related to psychology.
He chuckled inwardly. He had a half-shelf of psychology books in his study, which his sweet little girl probably couldn't understand, so he'd gone out of his way to buy these popular science books.
Was she planning to study her rival? And this was it? Jack carefully removed the book from her face. Tsk, she'd barely read ten pages before starting to apply theory to practice. She was sleeping soundly.
He carefully carried Hannah into the bedroom, kissed her forehead, and went back to the kitchen to deal with the large bag of souverniers. He'd returned with a plane full of drunks, including Rossi; everyone had drunk quite a bit, and he'd taken the opportunity to sleep for a while. Now he was wide awake.
Jack continued working in the kitchen. Tomorrow was the weekend, and he planned to throw a small party, inviting so old friends over.
The old rookies hadn't had a get-together in a while, and although he didn't interact with them as much now, he didn't want to neglect his old friends.
These days, spending a day in the kitchen after a mission to process his emotions had beco a habit for Jack.
Whether practicing his cooking skills, tending to the fruit trees and vegetables in the backyard, or renovating the gun room in the basent, watching his skill progress bar slowly increase gradually cald his mind.
Of course, having sex and taking a hot bath after Hannah gets up in the morning is also a good way to relax.
Serial killers, militias, and cultists are all irrelevant to him; Jack isn't here to be the savior of this world.
Taking each case seriously, helping innocent victims, and incidentally earning more gold coins from the system to improve his skills—that's all he's currently pursuing.
Jack doesn't really have any ambition right now; he's too busy taking care of the girls around him. Before he transmigrated, he was already over 40 and deeply regretted wasting his youth.
Now that God has given him a second chance at life, with a young body again, it's ti to enjoy his youth.
He has so sense that Rossi wants to groom him as her successor, but Jack chooses to let things take their course. Looking at Hotchner, who's busy with those tedious administrative tasks every day, it's clear that being a bureaucrat isn't a very pleasant thing.
Jack hopes to gain a certain social status in this world through other ans, such as becoming a bestselling author like Rossi.
The cases he handled at the BAU were the best material. With a few tweaks, embellishnts, and a touch of romance, he might be able to write a world version of *Jack Reacher*.
Therefore, Jack planned to include writing in his short-term plan, first accumulating material and then supplenting his knowledge.
After lunch, he drove his Firebird and, with Hannah, visited the Wolf brothers' farm in the northern suburbs. The brothers seed quite content with this semi-secluded life, employing so workers and raising a considerable amount of livestock.
Of course, his main visit today was to Justine; the Wolf brothers were just incidental. Gaspare, the black guy involved in the plane crash, had done a lot, and Jack had promised to get him a new identity.
Now, half a month later, the heat of the incident had gradually died down, and Gaspare was getting impatient hiding on Palawan Island; it was ti to help him leave that country.
Everyone had a great ti at the party the next day. Jack cooked a large amount of delicious food.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, John announced the wedding date: May, less than three months away. Now everyone could get busy again.
After a lively weekend, Jack arrived at the BAU office early in the morning, having just filled the large refrigerator with food. He strolled to JJ's office door, wanting to say hello.
Garcia hurried past him and rushed inside.
"JJ, I think I'm in big trouble."
"I can't believe he actually went to my apartnt. We just had a eting last week about the rule against intimate relationships between employees."
Jack, standing at the door, didn't know whether to go in or back, so he simply leaned against the door, intending to listen to what she had to say.
JJ twirled her pen, looking at the docunts in her hand, sowhat absentmindedly. "I'm busy, Garcia. Isn't your dear Jack right at the door?"
Jack, behind Garcia, frantically waved his hand at her. He didn't want to do any psychological counseling for the scatterbrained Garcia first thing in the morning. He had tried it once before and found that killing is more easy.
"So you really don't want to hear the story about how, around midnight last night, when I was having an intimate bath with Kevin Lynch, the technical analyst downstairs, Rossi suddenly appeared at my door?"
JJ suddenly sat up straight, put away the docunts in her hand, and forced a friendly smile onto her face.
"Please sit down."
Jack slid in, closed the office door, pulled out a chair, and respectfully invited Garcia to sit down.
"So, why were you showering with Kevin Lynch?"
Jack knew. "Because Kevin Lynch is Garcia's new boyfriend, the guy who likes blueberry jam."
"Oh, speaking of blueberry jam, it really works. Kevin said he wants to try more flavors." Garcia was imdiately steered off course.
"Keep talking about the shower." JJ looked gossipy.
"Oh, please, I really need your help, Rossi found out about our relationship!"
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