tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

The fionamars should have died last night.

Her killers left her upside down in a dumpster at the back door of a Chinese restaurant called "Fu Zhi".

So when she woke up, she found herself surrounded by sour takeaway boxes with a spinach in her mouth.

She spat out the water spinach and crawled out of the trash can with difficulty.

She looked down at herself.

She was wearing nothing but a crumpled buff dress, leaving her lower half bare—she realized immediately that she was wearing no panties.

She struggled to move forward while leaning on the wall, feeling severe pain all over her body, especially her left rib.

—Damn it!The pain almost killed her.

At the same time, the tearing pain coming from her lower body made her understand one thing in a daze.

She knew she was probably being violated.

But she soon realizes something more serious, namely, who is she?

She found herself unable to remember her own name.She was horrified to realize that she had no memory at all.

In other words, apart from what happened in the short few minutes after crawling out of the trash can, her empty brain has no memories that can be retrieved at all.

Subconsciously, she touched the pocket of her skirt.

There was nothing on her to identify her.She expected to find something like a driver's license, but all she found was a receipt for a classic quilted leather bag.

She threw the receipt aside, and suddenly found a red and swollen strangle mark on her wrist.She suddenly felt a slight trembling all over, and it wasn't entirely because of the cold.

She lowered her hands and stumbled out of the smelly alley.

At this time, the sky in the distance had just revealed a little color of dawn, and the entire street was empty and almost no one could be seen.

Her legs were weak, and she struggled to walk several hundred meters, and finally collapsed in front of a shop.

Her eyelids were heavy as hell, and she vaguely felt that someone was approaching her.

"Hey...Miss, are you okay..." said the voice.

She tried to speak, but she lost all strength.Soon, her world was plunged into darkness.

When Fiona woke up she was already in the hospital.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze, and it took a few seconds for her to wake up suddenly.She felt bandages wrapped around parts of her body that still ached.

"Lucky for you, she's awake," said a man's voice.

Fiona turned her head and saw a young blonde woman standing at the door of the ward watching her.A tall, thin young man with curly brown hair was standing beside the woman.

He was flicking the strap of his messenger bag with one hand, staring thoughtfully in Fiona's direction.When he noticed Fiona's gaze, he blinked immediately, and looked away in a little panic.

"As soon as possible," said the man dressed as a doctor in a white coat. "She was frightened and needed to rest."

"We understand." The blond woman nodded slightly.

The blond woman walked up to Fiona and sat down.

"Fiona." The blond woman called her name softly. "My name is Jenniferjareau. We are from the FBI. Can I ask you a few questions?"

Fiona looked up at the young man.He was looking down at her silently, and there seemed to be something else mixed in his eyes besides the obvious sympathy.

"Do I know you?" the young man said suddenly.

"No, I don't think so," Fiona replied.

She was immediately startled by the sound of her own voice.

She did not recognize her own voice, as if it came from a stranger's mouth.She also felt that her accent was a bit weird, like an Australian who suddenly found himself speaking a standard Cockney accent one day.

Jennifer looked surprised, "You know her?"

"Yes," said the young man. He sped up his speech a little, as if to hide his uneasiness. "In fact, she and I were classmates in high school... I just remembered it."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was sorry that he hadn't thought of this sooner.

Hearing this sentence, Fiona didn't make any obvious reaction.Instead, Jennifer looked shocked.She and the young man exchanged glances, then turned to look at Fiona.

"I have a few questions to ask you." Jennifer showed a gentle smile, "I know you have been through a lot these days, but your answers will be of great help to our investigation."

"I'm afraid I can't help you," she said hoarsely. "...I can't think of anything."

"It's okay." Jennifer reassured calmly, "Just tell me what you can remember."

Fiona looked at her, "You said my name is Fiona, right?"

Jennifer looked confused, "Yes."

"I don't remember that name at all." Fiona murmured, "I said I can't remember anything, that is to say, I don't even remember who I am." She looked at Jennifer for help , "So I said, there's nothing I can do to help. Can anyone kindly tell me what's going on here?"

Jennifer and her companion exchanged a quick glance.

"That's unusual," the young man said suddenly. "PTSD doesn't usually cause total memory loss unless there's damage to the brain."

Fiona frowned, "I'm not lying."

"You have been missing for three days." Jennifer said, she looked at Fiona hesitantly, "You really can't remember anything?"

Fiona shook her head slightly.

"Tell me, who am I?" she said.

"Your name is Fiona Mars, from Las Vegas. Your mother is a famous clinical psychologist, Alexia Mars, and your father was once the vice principal of a Las Vegas high school, Julian Mars." The young man said, and Fiona couldn't help but notice him talking It was extremely fluent at the time, and he read Fiona's resume like an endorsement.

"My parents?" Fiona blinked, "but where are they now?"

The young man licked his lips and gave Jennifer a begging look.His Adam's apple rolled, and he said hoarsely: "...your mother died in a car accident when you were in high school. I'm sorry."

"And what about my father?"

"Actually—" Jennifer said, "we just got in touch with your father. He's coming from Florida."

Hearing this news, Fiona felt a little relieved, although she didn't remember her father's face at all.

"So tell me, what the hell happened to me?" she asked.

"In the past few days when you disappeared, we have evidence to suspect that you may have been illegally detained by a suspect." Jennifer said softly.

"Detention?" Fiona took a deep breath. "He raped me, right?"

Jennifer's lips were pursed, and her eyes were full of sympathy. "I'm afraid so."

"So, those injuries on my body were also caused by that person?" Fiona's tone was so calm that she felt terrible, "Why did he do this?"

"He's a psychopath," Jennifer replied, "He didn't do this out of personal grudge."

"Oh, Almighty makes sense." Fiona said sarcastically.

"Don't worry, we will catch those who hurt you." Jennifer finally showed a slight smile, "Please rest well."

Fiona nodded slightly.

"And my name is Spencerreid," said the young man suddenly. "You really don't remember me, do you?"

He looked straight at her without blinking.

"No, I'm sorry, I really don't remember." Fiona replied truthfully.

She could see the muscles in the young man's face relax, as if finally relieved.

"Hmm..." He pondered for a moment, as if looking for the right words to say goodbye, "Then have a good rest. Goodbye."

"This is really weird." On the way out of the hospital, Reid murmured, "She doesn't look like a person with ptsd (post-traumatic stress disorder) at all."

"Indeed." Jennifer agreed, "When I talked about what happened to her, she didn't even blink her eyes, as if she was talking about something that happened to someone else."

"Yeah, it never occurred to her to deny that it happened. She seemed so peaceful," Reid said. "It's unusual for someone with selective amnesia due to ptsd."

"So you think she's lying?" Jennifer asked.

Reid pursed his lips and looked at Jennifer, "...that's the weirdest thing, I don't think she's lying."

"You and her were classmates in high school, so how much do you know about her?" Jennifer said.

"Not much." Reid said, playing with the strap of the backpack with one hand, "I don't know her well."

Jennifer keenly noticed Reid's uneasiness, raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Really?"

"I only know that she is the cheerleader of the school football team." Reid said faster, "She is very attractive, so she had many suitors when she was in school. She and her friends were almost crushed by all the boys in the school. On Her mother died in a car accident during her sophomore year in high school, and she and her father moved out of Las Vegas."

"So you're also one of those crushes?" Jennifer teased jokingly.

"Actually..." Reid hesitated, giving an awkward smile, "I do have feelings for her." Then he quickly added: "But I was only a 12-year-old boy at the time, and I developed Later than the average boy, I wasn't officially in puberty and I wasn't that interested in girls."

Jennifer looked at him with an amused expression.

"So I don't have a crush on her, at most I have a crush on her." Reid quickly concluded.

After returning to the Las Vegas police station, Hoter, the leader of the bau team, listened carefully to the summary report of Reid and Jennifer. Hoter is a man in a crisp suit with a meticulous expression. He looks like a standard model of authority.His players usually like to call him hotch, just like they like to call jennifer JJ.

"I will leave the research on the victim this time to you." Hotch said seriously to Reid, "Since she is your high school classmate, you should be able to get close to her more easily than us. Unknown suspects never leave alive, he let them go She must have some special reason to find out the difference between her and other victims. Gacia is investigating the possible connection between her and the unknown suspect, if there is any news, I will inform you immediately. In addition..." He suddenly There was a pause.

Reid looked at Hotch suspiciously.

"Remember we're solving a case," Hotch continued with that calm expression, "Don't think of it as a date."

Jennifer pursed her lips and smiled.

"Of course not." Reid frowned, answering dumbfoundedly.