tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

In a coma, Fiona smelled a stench of burnt internal organs.

"...she is a woman." A voice came faintly, "don't touch her, don't talk to her...beautiful women are the source of evil."

"But what shall I do with her?" said another voice.

Fiona slowly opened her eyes.

It was so dark that she couldn't tell where she was.There was a strong fishy smell in the air, and the sizzling sound of something burning could be heard.She moved her body and found that she was firmly tied to the chair.

"...Kill her." A cold voice faintly came from outside the door.

"No, no..." Another voice trembled, "I can't."

"You are too cowardly!"

"Give me a moment, please, father."

Their conversation suddenly stopped.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

Tobia Shankle came in, carrying a kettle in his hand.He immediately realized that Fiona had woken up, so he paused for a moment.

Fiona looked out the door subconsciously, but there was no one at the door.But what about the guy talking to Hankle?

Hankle didn't approach Fiona, he stood not far from the door and was silent for a while.

Fiona was not sure what he was trying to do, so she didn't say anything, just quietly observed his actions.After a while, Fiona thought it was about a quarter of an hour, but in reality it might have only been a minute or two.She finally couldn't help but asked, "Where are we?"

"I can't tell." Hankle replied stiffly.

Her eyes flicked to the jug in his hand.

"...Is that for me?" she said tentatively. "I'm thirsty. Can I have some water?" She paused and added, "Please?"

Hankle came over and opened the lid of the kettle.His face was expressionless, his lips were pursed into a line, and he handed the kettle over from a distance, as if he felt that she would suddenly go crazy and bite him if he got too close to her.Then he put the jug to Fiona's mouth and tilted it, and Fiona took a token sip of water, almost choking on the water.

Hankle moves the kettle away.

"...Thank you." Fiona coughed.

Hankle screwed on the lid of the kettle and was about to turn around and leave.

Fiona quickly stopped him, trying to keep her tone calm, "Mr. Hankle, who was talking to you just now?"

Hankle stopped in his tracks.He turned his head and frowned and glanced at Fiona, but still replied, "...that's my father."

"Your father? Does he live here, too?"

Hankle didn't answer, his expression tensed, as if he didn't like talking about his father much.Fortunately, he didn't seem to be angry.

"Who else is here?" Fiona asked.

"You'll see them." Hankle replied succinctly, then strode towards the door.

"Wait, Mr. Hankle!" Fiona yelled.

But Hankle didn't stop this time, but left quickly through the door.

After Hankle left, Fiona began to look around the room.

This is a dilapidated shack built of wooden boards, with air leakage around it, and it looks like it has been around for some years.She couldn't hear anything other than the whistling wind coming from around the house, which meant that it probably wasn't next to a road or a village.They were probably somewhere in the countryside, out of the way, in a field or in the middle of a wood.

She tried to move her tingling limbs.Her wrists were tightly bound together, there was no gap in which to move.She began to grope around in the range she could move, hoping to find a nail or something, but unfortunately she found nothing.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was pushed open again.

Fiona tensed up all over immediately, staring at the door vigilantly.she

The person who comes in is still Hankle.

With a blank face, he walked towards her with steady steps, and then stood still in front of her.This time he looked directly into her eyes with indifference, as if looking at an object.

"Mr. Hankle." Fiona tried to talk to him.

"I'm not Hankle," he said.

Fiona's eyes widened in surprise.

When he spoke, he used a hoarse bass, almost completely different from his previous voice. Fiona immediately found the voice familiar.

"Who are you then?" she asked.

"Raphael." He replied coldly.

In the police station, Eden looked terrible.One of his team members was missing, and because of a bad cold, he was pale and gloomy at the moment, looking a little scary.

"So you think Hankle may have two personalities?" He asked with a frown.

"Yes." Agent Gideon replied, "Raphael is not a real name, but a pseudonym. It is actually the name of an archangel, so one of Hankle's personalities is immersed in his fantasy of the Archangel Raphael. But we doubt that He also has a third personality, which is his father."

"We just went to his house," Emily said. "We also asked the neighbors, and they confirmed that Hankle had been abused by his father."

"We also found his father's body, which was hidden in the ice cellar of his house," Man said. "His father's death was a stimulus, and it was the trigger that led him to start murdering."

Eden seemed a little impatient, "I don't care why he killed people, understand? One of my agents is still alive and dead, and I just want to know how to find them."

Man nodded slightly, "I understand. But analyzing his behavior will help us find him."

Hotch said calmly: "It is likely that his father's personality chose to hold Fiona. I have asked our information commissioner Garcia to start an investigation."

"We'll find her—have to," Gideon said in a steady voice.

Hankle looked down at Fiona expressionlessly like a puppet, his tone was as cold as a stone, "Women... fragile and empty creatures, vulnerable...but they can always attract disaster. It's a pity he Always don't understand that."

He looked like a completely different person.

A possibility flashed through Fiona's mind - multiple personalities.

Hankle doesn't look like an actor at all, and he doesn't have to.Maybe this can explain the question that reid raised earlier about dominators and submissives...

At this time, Fiona's thinking was suddenly interrupted.

Because she saw Hankle pull out a revolver.

"No." Fiona said hoarsely, "You don't need to—"

"He begged for you." "Raphael" said coldly, "He has fallen in love with you, I know. His mind is not firm enough, and he will always be confused by beautiful women."

He put a cartridge into the pistol, turned the revolver, and clicked the revolver shut.He slowly raised the gun and pointed it at Fiona.

"Compared to the troubles caused by women, any troubles are not worth mentioning (Note: from "De Xun")." He said coldly, "Tobias thought your appearance was arranged by God, but I know that you can only Bring disaster on him. The devil sent you to disturb his mind and shake his faith, and I cannot let that happen."

As he spoke, he pulled the trigger. Fiona didn't even have time to scream.

But fortunately, the pistol did not fire bullets.The wheel turned exactly to the position where there were no bullets.

"No—" Hankle suddenly yelled in panic, and he threw the gun out of his hand.

Fiona gasped in shock.

"No, no." Hankle covered his head, "I can't, I can't kill her."

He stood up straight suddenly, the panic expression on his face completely disappeared, and replaced with a mocking smile, "Because she's a beautiful woman? Are you in love with her?"

Hankle's expression changed again.

"No, father..." He shook his head violently, "She is innocent..."

"No woman is truly innocent!" he growled suddenly and exasperatedly. "You've been bewitched by her, child! I see—she must have put a spell on you, she's a witch!"

"No, I'm not a witch—" Fiona tried to interrupt Hankle's crazy behavior, but Hankle couldn't listen to what she said.

"Then what should I do?" Hankle asked, sobbing.

His expression returned to Raphael's indifference.

"Women who practice magic arts, don't let her live. (from "Exodus")." He said coldly.

Then the corners of his mouth turned up in a cruel smile, and he said in another voice: "Burn her, boy—you must burn her. If you do it any other way, she'll probably come back to life."

"Burn to death?" He choked up, "I can't, I can't do it."

His expression disappeared again.

"Take her to an open place, and get some gasoline." "Raphael" ordered bluntly, "I will do everything for you."

Fiona stared at him closely, not even daring to breathe.

"...Okay." Hankle said tremblingly.

He grabbed the shotgun and strode over to Fiona, walking around behind her.Then he struggled to push her out the door together with the chair.

"Mr. Hankle, listen, I'm not a witch!" Fiona said anxiously.

But Hankle ignored her and didn't speak.

"Stop! Look at me! Tobias!" she cried hoarsely. "You're trying to burn a defenseless woman, and I know you don't want to—you don't have to listen to Raphael. And your father's instructions! They are leading you to sin, do you understand?"

"No, you're wrong. They're exercising my mind...they didn't intend to harm me." Hankle choked up, "My willpower is not strong enough. I'm sorry, I really don't want to..."

"—don't listen to her nonsense. She's confusing you." He said suddenly and violently, and put the shotgun to the back of Fiona's head. "If you say one more word, I'll blow your head off, Understood?" He said, then turned and went back to the house.

Fiona knew it was her father's personality that was speaking.

She immediately understood that she had little hope of escaping, because once Raphael or her father's personality took over, she would have no chance to communicate with him.

Soon, Hankle came back.He roughly strangled Fiona's mouth with a piece of rope, silencing her.

He then moved her outside the house, along with the chair.

Outside the house is a cemetery with dusty tombstones.

Fiona clearly felt the cold breath of death in the air.

Emilytsui saw the last image in her mind.After the huge explosion, a terrible heat wave quickly surrounded them.She heard someone screaming, but that was the last sound she heard...

--Do not.

She shook her head slightly, and drove those pictures out.

Now is not the time to give up.she said to herself.

At this time, she felt that her wrist was loosened.

"Stand up." Hankle ordered hoarsely.

Fiona had no choice but to stand up obediently.

Suddenly, Hankle said in a panic: "What's wrong with you?"

Fiona tried to make a sound, but the rope made her only slurred some syllables.

Hankle hesitated before saying, "Your pants are stained with blood."

Bloodstains?

Fiona immediately understood that her period might be coming early.Damn it, she didn't feel it at all just now!Why this time?

"...Don't touch her!" The voice of "Raphael" suddenly said, "She is menstruating, and her body is filthy. If you touch her, you will also be unclean. (This saying comes from Leviticus)"

Hankle let go of her unconsciously, but his shotgun was still on her back.He panted heavily, as if he didn't know what to do for a while.

Fiona raised her hand and pulled the rope quickly.

She felt the shotgun vibrate against her back.

She took a deep breath and said, "Relax, Tobias...it's not period, I'm just hurt. You can check."

Hankle didn't speak, probably hesitating.

Fiona turned around quickly and snatched the shotgun from Hankle's hand.

She moved so fast, Hankle didn't even have time to show surprise.

He stared at her and stammered, "...how did you do it?"

"Because you did it wrong. When holding someone hostage, never put a gun to his back—but I don't think you have a chance." She pointed the shotgun at Hankle, panting slightly.