tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Winnie's body was found in Thoreau's garden.

Police dogs had been barking incessantly alongside the freshly turned land in the garden, which had attracted the attention of the officers.They finally dug up the ground and eventually found Winnie's body.

Members of the bau watched in silence as they packed the girl's body into a body bag.

Reid limped over to Gdieon.The sprain on his foot seemed to be getting worse. Gideon's expression was very gloomy, and he had been staring at the place where the girl's body was buried-there was still a pink sheet that was wrapped around the girl by the person who buried the body.

At this time, Reid suddenly heard someone call his name.He turned to see Fiona walking quickly towards them.

The Atlanta police station is only 10 minutes away by car, so Fiona rushed over after hearing the news.

Reid nodded at her, but didn't smile. Fiona walked up to him.She immediately felt the solemn atmosphere in the air.She pinched Reid's arm lightly, and Reid pursed his lips weakly at her, showing a forced smile.

"The person who buried the body deliberately wrapped Winnie in a sheet and buried her in the yard." Gideon said suddenly, and he turned to look at the others, "You must have thought the same thing as me."

Fiona also felt that this matter was very strange.

The man who buried the body seemed to take special care of the body. He wrapped the body in a sheet and wrapped it in plastic sheeting.The fact that he wasted precious time doing this on purpose instead of just dumping the body is further proof that he's not a pedophile, a kidnapper, or an Avenger at all.He probably knew Winnie, and the way he cared about the corpse suggested that he might even be... Wanting to hit here, Fiona suddenly shuddered.

At this time, Man's phone rang suddenly.

This time he didn't joke with Garcia, but asked directly: "What did you find?"

Soon, he put down the phone.He glanced at Madame Thoreau, who was leaning against the door and staring at them, pale and reeling.

He glanced at his crew, "Garcia found out about something just now. We need to talk to Mrs. Thoreau." Then he turned and walked quickly towards Mrs. Thoreau. The attitude a mother should have when she learns of her child's death.

"—we've got to talk to you," he said.

"Go ahead," said Madame Thoreau hoarsely.

Man frowned and looked at her, "Why aren't you sad at all?"

Mrs. Thoreau glared at him, "... sorry, what did you say?"

"When Winnie disappeared before, you looked very sad, but you didn't have much worry." Man frowned and said, "But now you look very worried."

"Usually grief goes through three stages," Reid said quickly, looking at Mrs. Thoreau, "denial, anger, negotiation, despair, and finally acceptance, but you seem to have completely passed the first two stages. Just now When you heard the news of Winnie's death, you acted more in pain than in trying to veto it."

After he finished speaking, he pressed his lips tightly into a line, subconsciously playing with the butt of the gun with one hand.

"We just confirmed something not long ago. You didn't work in the hospital until the next morning as you described." Man said, "There are witnesses who confirmed that you left the hospital at five o'clock in the morning. Then Where have you been?"

"I—I—" Mrs. Thoreau squeezed the tissue in her hand, panting heavily, "I'm going to fill the car with gas."

"We also just learned that you were divorced not long ago," Man said. "The divorce records show that you and your new husband divorced after only two months of marriage. A failed marriage made you take your anger out on your children, right? ?”

"You—" Mrs. Thoreau looked shocked, "what the hell are you implying?"

"I think we've made that very clear," Man said.

Thoreau stared at him, then took a deep breath trembling, with a strange expression on his face, "Are you suspecting that I killed my own daughter?"

They then took Mrs. Thoreau back to the police station for further questioning.

Emily said she would stay with Annie, making sure they arranged for her properly.

On the way back to the police station, Reid held his chin in silence. Fiona was sitting next to him, and she held his hand calmly. Reid looked back at her a little surprised, but didn't pull his hand away.

They just silently clasped their fingers together.They didn't let go of each other until the police station building came into view.

Back at the police station, they questioned Mrs. Thoreau, but of course she refused to admit that she had anything to do with Winnie's death.

"...Are you implying that I killed my daughter?" She trembled all over, as if trying to suppress her emotions.

"We think you already knew your daughter was dead." Gideon said calmly, "We can be sure of that. You buried your daughter's body with your own hands, and out of guilt, you wrapped her well in a sheet Up, I guess pink is her favorite color, right? I found a lot of pink dolls in her room."

"I didn't kill her," Thoreau said through gritted teeth.

"We didn't say that," Gideon said, watching Mrs. Thoreau's expression carefully, "but you've put up with her for a long time, haven't you?" He leaned over Mrs. Thoreau, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes fixed on looking at Madame Thoreau's face.

Madame Thoreau folded her arms in a gesture of resistance.

"The eldest daughter Annie is quite obedient, but Winnie is still young, getting in the way and disobeying discipline. I guess your ex-husband didn't like children. If it wasn't for her, maybe you wouldn't have to divorce." Gideon said softly, "Trust I, I can understand that feeling."

"It's all nonsense!" She yelled with reddened eyes suddenly and furiously.She pushed the table violently and glared at gideon viciously, completely losing her previous image of an elegant woman.

"—I love my girls. I'd rather die than hurt them," she hissed.

gideon came out of the room quickly.

"What do you think?" Hotch asked.

"I think her anger is very real," Gideon said.

"But she must be hiding something."

Gideon turned his head to look at the woman through the glass.She appeared very distressed and agitated.She kept changing her sitting position, her breathing was rapid, and there was almost no blood on her face.

"—One thing for sure is that she knew beforehand that her daughter was dead. But the question is, how did she know?" Gideon said softly.

Fiona walked over to Reid.He was sitting in an office chair with his head down trying to move his injured ankle.

Fiona sat on the table next to him. Reid looked up to meet her gaze.

"Hi," he said.

"It's been a long day," says Fiona. "It's hard to imagine that not long ago we were baking desserts in our apartment without any worries."

"Indeed." Reid said.His ears were a little red, and Fiona thought he must be thinking the same thing as her.

Fiona smiled and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"What?" Reid blinked quickly, looking a little surprised.

"I mean your feet," Fiona said. "Does it hurt?" What did he think she was asking?

Reid cleared his throat, pretending to be calm and said: "It doesn't hurt much."

"Rubbing alcohol will relieve the symptoms," Fiona said. "My mother taught me."

Reid nodded.His eyes involuntarily turned to the direction of the interrogation room, and Fiona knew that his attention had returned to this case again.

"Do you think it's possible?" Fiona said. "A mother murdering her own child for selfish reasons?"

"This kind of vicious conspiracy within the family is actually not uncommon at all." Reid said immediately, "If you want to hear, I can cite more than ten similar cases—"

"No need." Fiona said quickly.

At this time, Eden suddenly walked in from the outside.He said the medical doctor's preliminary autopsy report has come out.

"The cause of death was suffocation, and there were obvious marks on her neck." He said, "...She was strangled to death. And her death time may be much earlier than expected, she may have died yesterday evening gone."

"Where's Prentiss?" Gideon asked suddenly.

"She was with that girl named Annie, and she hasn't come back yet," Hotch said.

Gideon picked up his cell phone and called Emily. "Take that girl to the police station," he said. "Just say her mother wants to see her."

Soon, emily came back with annie.

Annie cowered timidly behind Emily.

Gideon bent down to stare at Annie and said gently, "Don't be afraid. Do you want to meet your mother?"

Annie hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Then they brought Annie to the interrogation room.

The moment Annie appeared, Madam Thoreau looked at them in horror, but she immediately forced herself to calm down.

"Why did you bring her here?" She stared at Gideon's face, seeming to believe that he was the person in charge, "She shouldn't be in a place like this."

"We want you two to have a good talk, that's all," Gideon said quietly.

He quickly left the interrogation room, leaving Annie alone with her mother.

Annie seemed a little cramped at first.

Her mother bit her lip and looked at her eldest daughter without saying a word, and the two of them didn't speak for a while.

Annie suddenly raised her head to look at her mother, and said in a timid voice, "Did you kill my sister, Mom?"

Madame Thoreau immediately opened her eyes wide, staring at her daughter in disbelief.

"What?" she said with difficulty, "...why do you ask that? Who did you hear about?"

"No one told me." Annie said, "I guessed it myself."

Fiona stared at the mother and daughter, she always felt that the mother and daughter were a bit strange.

Soon, Reid expressed the doubts in her heart.

"That's strange," he murmured.

"Why is it strange?"

"By logic, Annie should be terrified of her mother," he said, "but that doesn't seem to be the case at all. Annie is trying to make eye contact with her mother, which she wouldn't do if she was really afraid of someone. And keep an eye on her mother."

Fiona stared at Mrs. Thoreau.

The woman seemed to be looking at her daughter, but in fact her eyes were looking a little lower.She didn't meet her daughter's eyes.

"Please, tell me the truth, Mom." Annie said in a crying voice, "...Did you really kill my sister?"

Madame Thoreau shuddered.She turned her head to avoid Annie's gaze.

"What does that mean?" Fiona murmured.She more or less guessed the answer, but she couldn't believe her conclusion.

"Enough." Gideon said suddenly.

Reid and Fiona looked at each other suspiciously.

Gideon pushed open the door of the interrogation room and strode in.He brought Annie out and led her to Fiona and Reid.

"Watch her," he whispered to them.

Fiona and Reid nodded simultaneously.

Then they led Annie to the next meeting room. Annie sat down obediently, without saying a word.Playing with her hair, her eyes wandered involuntarily to the picture taped to the board—that of her sister.But her expression didn't change, and then she looked back very calmly.

Fiona stared at Annie, "Would you like something to drink?"

annie shook her head.

"Tell me about your puppy." Reid said suddenly, his tone very gentle. "It's the missing dog."

"I don't like it." Annie shrugged and said lightly, "It's too noisy."

Reid hesitated, "...so you killed it, right?"

Annie stopped playing with her hair suddenly, her eyes suddenly filled with hostility.But she quickly recovered her timid, quiet expression, "No, I didn't."

The change of expression on the little girl's face made Fiona feel a little shuddering.

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