tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

"The person we're looking for may have severe depression," Gideon said. "He's failed in his career and in life. He may have been fired or divorced."

"He's a total loser," Elle said.

"So he's taking out his anger on someone he doesn't even know?" Fox asked.

"Yes." Hotch replied, "He resents the society and thinks he has been treated unfairly. We believe that he may have tried to fight back, such as writing letters to authority figures to express his dissatisfaction with the policy or system, but he did not It was not taken seriously.”

"Why did he choose to poison the fermented milk?" Cooper asked.

"That might not be the point of the case," Gideon said. "He might just like or hate drinking the drink, or he might just think it's in a nice bottle. Anyway, we don't think it's likely that he was thinking about targeting the company." company."

"According to the statistics——" Reid interrupted suddenly, he looked eager to try, and seemed to have been holding back for a while, "—most of these random murderers have the characteristics of killers. The ones we are looking for The person was most likely a white man, around 30 years old."

"But unlike a killer, he can't see his victims. It's easy for him to see the dead as impersonal objects," says Hotch, "so he's probably not a completely callous person." . We believe that if he actually confronted those victims, he would probably have guilt and empathy."

"Wait, are you defending him?" Artie frowned.

"It's not a defense," Gideon said. "It's a statement of the facts."

"So if we let him know the victim, will he turn himself in because of guilt?" Fiona said suddenly.

"Maybe he will turn himself in," Gideon said, "but we're more inclined that he will choose his own way to compensate the victim."

"He might visit the victim's family, or the cemetery," Man said.

Fiona immediately understood what they meant.

"So, you guys already have an idea?" Fox asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes." Hotch said.

At this time, Jennifer hurried in.

"The media is ready," she said.

"We need someone to tell the victim's story," Hotch said. "We need to tell him everything about the boy who died, and let him understand that the boy is not an object, but a real person."

"Why not let the deceased's mother do this?" Fiona couldn't help asking, "Wouldn't the effect be better?"

"The boy's mother refused to talk to the media." Jennifer sighed. "She was so heartbroken that she couldn't speak in front of the camera."

Of course Fiona can understand that mother's mood.She bowed her head in silence for a moment, "Let me do it."

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

"Trust me," she said, "I'm good at telling stories."

"Fiona," Fox frowned at her, "you know the seriousness of this matter, right?"

"Let her try." Gideon said suddenly.

Fiona looked at Gideon, the respectable elder, who was looking at her with calm and gentle eyes.

"Thank you for your trust." She said with a serious expression, "I will work hard."

Fiona took a deep breath.

She has been in contact with the media many times. Of course, this refers to when she was Emily Mars.

But now she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"Drink water?" A slender and beautiful hand handed her a mineral water bottle.

Without looking back, Fiona knew who that person was.

She couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.Apparently, he's not as distant from her now as he was in the beginning.

"Thank you." She took the mineral water bottle and took a big sip.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked with concern, "Your face is a little pale."

"I'm a little nervous." Fiona replied truthfully.She handed the paper with the boy's profile to Reid, "I'll recite it again, you hold this for me, and tell me where I made a mistake."

Reid glanced over quickly.

"I remember." He put down the paper, and said with a slightly raised mouth, "You start memorizing."

Oh, my God - are he sure he didn't come to put pressure on her? Fiona thought to herself.

Fortunately, after she recited it, Reid didn't pick out any obvious mistakes, but pointed out that her accent was a bit strange.

"Why do you speak with a British accent?" Reid asked curiously.

Fiona was stunned for a moment.

She realized that when she was nervous, she came across as British.

So she cleared her throat, "Uh... it's your illusion."

"Okay." Reid didn't delve into it, he handed the paper to Fiona, "Come on, I think you're fine."

"Thank you," Fiona said.She secretly made up her mind not to let him down.

The press conference has started.

Fiona adjusted her emotions and asked herself to think more about that poor mother.In order to make her performance more real, she rubbed her eyes vigorously.

By the time the camera focused on her, her eye circles were already slightly red.

She began reciting the boy's story from his time at school at six until his death.As she spoke, her blunt tone gradually softened.She began to stop paying attention to whether she had a British accent or not, and put her emotion even further into every word she spoke.

"He's a good kid. Although he didn't get all A's, he is very sensible." She said, "Several kids at school bullied him and hid his shoes. He didn't dare to tell his mother, so he had to wear them naked." Feet hovering at the door of the house. He said that his mother had enough to worry about, and he didn't want to trouble her..."

After telling the boy's story, she stared at the camera, imagining that the criminal was looking at herself through the screen.

"So, whoever you are, I want to say that, knowingly or not, you have murdered a completely innocent and innocent life," she said hoarsely, "and I believe, deep down inside of you, that you know what you It's not the right thing to do. You know that killing people who have nothing to do with you won't save your aching heart."

The press conference is finally over.

"Good job." Hotch nodded slightly to Fiona.

"If Hoter thinks you've done a good job, then you're close to perfection." The man standing aside said with a smile.

Fiona glanced at the man in surprise, "Thank you."

Because of the compliment just now, her impression of man has improved a lot, and even his bald head is much more pleasing to the eye.

Subsequently, fox decided to let several police teams take turns guarding the boy's home.

That afternoon was the boy's funeral, and they specially sent additional plainclothes police officers.

Fiona and Jennifer were unable to attend the funeral because they had been featured in the media.They don't want unknown suspects to recognize them, so they feel vigilant.

But reid didn't go either.

Hoter asked him to stay by the phone, because useful information might emerge from the reporting hotline.

Fiona seized the opportunity and sat down next to Reid.

Reid is looking down at a file.He reads very fast, turning a page every few seconds.

Fiona sat on the chair next to him without saying a word, occasionally looking up at him.She didn't want him to feel like she was doing nothing, so she picked up an autopsy report and read it.

"Tell me, Fiona." Reid said suddenly without looking up.

Fiona's heart skipped a beat - tell him what?