[CM] THE CASE

Devotion to justice is simple; devotion to evil is complex and infinitely varied. — Seneca

Nathan Harris.

Griffith sat in the back seat, flipping through Garcia's printout.Although Nathan ran to Reid to reveal the details of the murder and entered them, but he himself did not have any criminal records, and his performance in school often got A, so this information of Garcia is actually a school file.

Most of the thin files record academic performance, and only a brief mention of family background. Nathan is a single-parent family, raised by his mother.He has participated in community volunteer services, performed well in club activities, and has excellent grades... No matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary sophomore in high school.

No one would associate him with a serial killer.

Griffith put the folder down and turned off the lights in the car.The bustling night outside the window shines into the enclosed space, revealing the tip of the iceberg.And under the night, a crime unknown to everyone is about to move.

Even if this is Washington.

Gideon took a moment to glance at Griffith in the mirror: "Finished?"

"Well, it seems to be an ordinary student."

"He could be a serial killer," Gideon said flatly, "normal students can't do that."

Reid looked downcast: "Sorry, I let him go."

"It's okay, we will catch him." Gideon comforted his favorite student with a pleasant face, "I hope you can talk to him, the similar age will reduce his vigilance, not to mention that he specifically looked for Reid. In addition, Griffith, I want you to play 'Bad Cop'."

Commonly known as singing black face. Griffith changed to a more understandable term, and then asked suspiciously: "Me? Why didn't you call Morgan?" That man was a real black face.

"I hope to give you more opportunities to exercise." Gideon turned into a neighborhood, "You are doing well in the office in the chat room."

It took Griffith a long time to realize that he was referring to the case with Peter when he lost control for the first time, and couldn't help but blush with shame.

"Oh, yes, sir," Griffith said.

Reid saw it in the rearview mirror and smiled slightly.

Gideon parked the car: "Here we are, get out of the car."

A few minutes later, Mrs. Harris opened the door, and Gideon showed his ID: "Hello, FBI. Is Nathan Harris there?"

The woman looked at them suspiciously: "What are you looking for with Nathan?"

Reid replied: "Your son came to me this morning to dictate the details of an unreported murder and we need to talk to him."

After listening, Mrs. Harris became even more suspicious: "Nathan has nothing to do with the murder. Why would he know..."

"Mom." The boy came out of the room and interrupted her, "What he said is true."

Mrs. Harris looked at her son in shock, and Nathan looked away, falling on Reid.He looked surprised, a fleeting smile curled up on his lips.

"Mom," said the timid-looking boy, "may I talk to him alone?"

Mrs. Harris didn't speak for a long time, Gideon took the initiative to say: "Ma'am, let's chat here." After saying that, he gave Reid and Griffith a look, and they followed Nathan into his bedroom.

Griffith had seen some teenage bedrooms.Some people like to dim the lights, put up a lot of dark and bloody posters, the clothes in the wardrobe are all punk, and the bookcases are full of graphic novels about murders.In comparison, Nathan's bedroom is normal: the lighting is eye-protecting, the desk is clean and tidy, the white wall has only one poster, it is not dark, and although rock is playing, it is not very popular The sought-after death metal. Griffith had a headache from being yelled at by the hoarse female voice, so he simply turned off the player.The player was on the bookshelf, and Griffith glanced at the books, finally finding something that could connect Nathan to the murderer - books on criminal minds and thriller graphic novels.

Nathan stood aside awkwardly, until Reid reached out to hold up the screen of the laptop, and he rushed over in shock: "No, don't—"

Griffith stopped him just in time.Thinking of Gideon's order, he said with a straight face, "Don't move."

Reid scanned the screen at the speed of ten lines at a glance: "This is?"

"I wrote a graphic novel." Nathan avoided his scrutiny. "Jack the Ripper, very famous case."

Griffith saw only a few words, so he had to improvise: "Like you killed that fucker? Because you think they're dirty?"

Nathan gave him a horrified and puzzled look: "What?"

"Nathan," Reid said, "you came to me with details of an unreported murder, and I have to suspect you."

"I didn't," Nathan argued feebly, "I didn't, even if…" He licked his lips, staring at his toes.

The boy never met their eyes when he spoke, but used to sneak a glance after he finished speaking.This made him look secretive and a little weak.

Nathan glanced at Reid, the doctor who was too young, and said hesitantly, "...Even though, I really want to do it."

Across the wall, Mrs. Harris kept looking into Nathan's room, looking particularly disturbed. Whatever Gideon asked her, her answers were vague.In the end, Gideon gave up the cliché and went straight to the point of expressing her uneasiness: "Are you worried about Nathan?"

"Yes." Mrs. Harris said without hesitation, "If you were suddenly approached by the FBI and told that your son might be a murderer, you would also feel uneasy."

Gideon looked at her for a moment and said, "I apologize."

"You don't have to," Mrs Harris said forcefully, "it's your job."

Gideon said sincerely, "But it's our fault that we made you feel uncomfortable."

Mrs. Harris' tensed shoulders relaxed a little, and she finally looked less aggressive.

Gideon took the opportunity to ask, "Where's your husband?"

"He died when Nathan was very young," Mrs Harris said. "I've raised Nathan on my own all these years. I always, always want the best for him."

"I understand." The old man said gently, "So you are very close?"

Mrs. Harris nodded: "It's a little closer than the average mother and child."

"You work hard, don't you?"

"Yeah, but Nathan is very sensible, and basically doesn't need me to worry about it." Mrs. Harris smiled gratifiedly.Soon, she put the smile back.

A strong woman like her is used to acting confident and strong, because in the cruel workplace competition, no one will take care of her because she is a woman, but will squeeze her out even more.Without a husband, for many years, her son is the whole reason to support her hard work.She couldn't imagine how she would live without Nathan.

Her well-maintained hands were tightly clasped, beautiful nails dug deep into the skin, and Gideon sat across from her, clearly seeing the tears flickering in Mrs. Harris' eyes.

"What the hell did he do?" asked Mrs. Harris.

The door was one step ahead of Gideon's answer.

Reid was in the lead, and Nathan was sandwiched between the two FBI agents, looking cowering.

Mrs. Harris jerked to her feet, feeling dizzy.

"Ma'am," Reid said, "we'd like to take Nathan back to the Bureau."

Mrs. Harris took a deep breath: "What did you say?"

"Of course you can come along too..." Reid said, "We hope to bring Nathan back into the game, he...needs some help."

This was Nathan's first time in the interrogation room, and, coincidentally, so was Griffith.

This would have been Morgan's job, but Gideon said that since Nathan had already met Griffith, there was no need to replace him.So Griffith only had time to ask Morgan "how to put pressure on the prisoner" and got Morgan's sentence "First of all, you have to behave yourself... forget it, the appearance has no deterrent effect at all" and other people ridiculed, and was Gideon Carried into the interrogation room.

Griffith almost suspected that Gideon was messing with him.

Reid sat across from Nathan and asked, "How do you know these details?"

"I saw it," Nathan said, "I...I stood by and watched her die..."

Griffith leaned against the table next to him and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you call the police?"

Nathan looked up at him in panic.

In terms of strength, he is definitely not as strong as Morgan, and he is also much shorter than Reid.However, when the cold light of the interrogation room leaked from overhead, leaving his face silent in the shadows, Nathan still felt the cold breath from him.

That's not a threat, it's a resentment.

Nathan didn't dare to look at him anymore, and could only look to Reid for help.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"I want you to help me..."

"Then why are you running?"

"I'm afraid you'll say, I'm hopeless." Nathan said here, showing a smile full of admiration, "I know, if you are strong enough, you will find me."

Griffith and Reid look at each other - it fits the "hide-and-seek mentality".

Griffith continued, "Why did you go there?"

"I often go to those alleys, just to watch them do it." Nathan said.

The next question made it hard for Griffith to ask, but he said it mildly: "Would you fantasize about being one of them?"

Nathan seemed offended, and the handcuffs rattled loudly: "No! I said I only wanted to kill them!"

Reid met his eyes, only to find boundless confusion.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the wild dogs and Althea for the landmines~~