[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

Lucida's expression remained tangled after getting off the car. The building in front of her was a monastery at best, but at worst it was an asylum for the mentally ill. Except for the dean and nuns, it was full of mentally ill.

"..."

Lucida took a deep breath, she felt that she should need a gun for self-defense, well, she couldn't communicate with psychopaths.

Of the six victims, only one victim was identified, that is, the male victim with the head. His information had been registered in the local missing persons system for eight years, and he finally went to ask the victim's family. Only then did the family members inform the police that the victim was not missing, but was sent to a local monastery by them. A monastery specialized in sheltering severely mentally ill patients, they secretly sent the victim to the monastery because of his serious mental illness. , and I was afraid that outsiders would know, so I reported my disappearance. That monastery is a serious hospital for severe patients, and once I enter, I can't get out.

So this monastery is a folk mental hospital by default by the locals.

The monastery is a building in the early 20th century. The outer wall is half-occupied by creepers. Both from the outside and the inside, it is full of a strong sense of weirdness. When you walk in, there are mottled traces on the wall and black spots. Lucida Quickly skimming over the bad environment inside, I couldn't help but wonder if the traces on the wall were bloodstains.

"GallupWalker? Sorry, I'm not familiar with this name. Although I am the dean, I don't remember the name of every guy who takes in. You should ask the nuns about this. They care more about those poor people. Guys a little."

The dean called Harrod Clive, a 50-year-old man, his accent was very strange, not like an American accent, Hotch and the local police coordinated with the dean, let them do a full investigation in this monastery, Hotch sent Morgan and *Go ask the coroner for more information on the victim while the rest go with Hotch.

There are two nuns, ten doctors and some medical staff in this monastery. The dean is also a doctor, but the dean is not in the monastery most of the time. There are 33 mentally ill patients admitted. As far as the monastery is concerned, there are too many people, so they can't be busy at all when they disappear occasionally, and they can't catch the patients who ran out by themselves. Originally, their place is not a special mental hospital. In the name of God to rescue these poor people who have lost their direction.

"Can we see the room where Gallup Walker used to be?"

When Hotch asked this question, the two nuns looked embarrassed. They both looked at each other, and one of them didn't look directly at Hotch.

"We don't know when Gallup Walker disappeared, so his room has already been taken by someone else..."

Hotch paused, then said indifferently, "We're just investigating."

"..."

The nuns led a few people to the upstairs room. When they passed by, the patients who were taken in would look at them with a cowardly look, which was inhuman.

The nuns left immediately after bringing them into the room. For them, they had a lot of things to do. Emily looked at the backs of the nuns who left and thought for a while: "How did they do it? They insisted on staying here. They didn't Are you afraid, those patients?"

Hearing Emily's murmur, a subtle smile flashed across Rossi's lazy eyes, like a kind of sarcasm. Rossi has always had an arrogance. This Italian man has a certain degree of head-scratching arrogance, and he said slowly in a distinctive tone: "Of course they are not afraid, because they believe that the angel is here Be there for them, and God bless them."

Rossi's tone seemed to be telling a joke, Emily pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Well, it seems that you don't really believe in angels and God, don't you say you believe in Catholicism?"

Rossi shrugged: "I believe in Catholicism, but I also believe in many things, including Satan and demons. Believing and believing are two different things. I believe in justice and truth more."

Lucida was walking beside Reid, and Reid was walking behind Hotch and in front of Rossi, Lucida turned her head happily when she heard Rossi's words, and smiled happily at Rossi: "Wow, that sentence just now has a kind of superhero look." How does it feel?"

Facing Lucida's teasing, Rossi also laughed back: "Then do I need to sign for you?"

"Please be sure to sign your name, SuperRossi!"

"..."

Hotch, who was walking in front, twitched the corners of his mouth at an angle that no one could see. His ears healed for a while, and every time he listened to the key points, he always had ringing in his ears. When his ears were good, he heard the unnutritious words , really enough!

"Hey! I know what you're here for!"

Suddenly a person popped out of the room. He was dirty all over, as if he had rolled out of the pigsty without taking a shower for a long time. Lucida took a step back indiscernibly, and Reid blocked Lucida's sight Taking a step forward, only one eye can be seen from the man's slumped hair. Most of the teeth exposed at the corner of his grin are black. His voice is very sticky, and it makes people feel creepy when he speaks. .

"Are you here to ask about that coward!? Hahaha, I knew it! I knew it! There will always be someone who will ask, come and ask me! Ask me!"

"..."

"Did you mean Gallup Walker?"

"Yes! It's that bastard, that murderer!"

"Murderer? Why do you say he is a murderer?"

"Because he killed me!"

The man yelled loudly, he stepped forward and approached Hotch suddenly, Hotch's hand moved but did not lift up, and Emily, Reid and Rossi all touched their guns subconsciously, the man did not touch Hotch, but Touching his abdomen, he said with a grim expression: "He took away my kidney, my stomach, my lungs, and my intestines. He killed me, so I will kill him too. I cut it off. His head, his hands, his feet."

"..."

Snake spirits are really hard to communicate with.

"Do you believe what he said?"

Emily felt that this case was quite a headache, whether it was the witnesses or the suspects, they even questioned people with mental problems. How could such testimony be accepted? Rossi seemed quite relaxed, with his hands crossed Pocket said slowly: "50%, believable or not, they don't know what they are talking about, but maybe they are telling some truth unconsciously."

Emily's expression became tangled: "Then do you say he killed the victim, or the victim killed him?"

"It depends on what kind of illness he is. Some criminals with mental illness are only morally deficient. They still have the ability and IQ to commit crimes, while some criminals with mental illness lack awareness. No matter what, I don’t think it’s wrong to do so.”

"That guy just now..."

Emily frowned and thought about the types of psychotic symptoms known in the brain, but before she could come up with an answer, Lucida interrupted, "Hey, Emily, why don't you think about it, just ask Spencer, Google is here! "

Lucida hugged Reid's arm, and Reid blinked his puppy-like eyes twice, then nodded suddenly and said, "Oh, he, well, that guy just suffered from Cotard's syndrome."

"..."

Ah, it's great that BAU has Dr. Reid.

But what the hell is Cotard's syndrome?

"do you know?"

Emily approached Rossi and asked secretly, Rossi bent down and covered her hands and replied secretly: "I know this is a disease named after Cottard."

"..."

Emily was silent for a moment, Rossi, don't be so humorous.

"Cotard's syndrome, also called walking corpse syndrome, is caused by the disconnection between the area of ​​the brain responsible for recognizing the face and the emotional area related to cognition. The core condition is nihilistic delusions and negative delusions. Patients will Thinking you're dead, or that your organs are rotting away and doesn't exist, is often associated with depression, or some serious trauma."

When Reid talks about these professional knowledge, he always speaks too fast, and he fully turns on the encyclopedia mode. At this point, Reid pauses; "His symptoms are more like a state of schizophrenia."

"..."

In other words, the words of these patients cannot be testified in court, but they must find out the truth from the mouths of these people.

Emily twitched the corners of her mouth, she hated it, seeing that there were many rooms in this corridor, Emily sighed deeply, Rossi patted Emily on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Well, take your time, here always There is one that is right for you."

a what?Are you mentally ill?

The ensuing questioning challenged people's endurance and extreme self-cultivation. Lucida and Rossi stood by the wall of the door, one standing and the other squatting. Hotch, Reid and Emily questioned the patients in the room, occasionally inside There will be strange laughter, and occasionally a horrifying cry. Lucida covers her ears with her hands and looks at the ceiling, while Rossi straightens her suit.

Lucida's eyes moved to Rossi's body, Rossi turned his head and raised his eyebrows, the two of them didn't speak until Lucida broke the silence: "Why don't you go in?"

"Then why don't you go in?"

Lucida puffed up her cheeks: "I'm not an official FBI." Leave it to the professionals.

Rossi curled the corner of his mouth: "well, I have already retired." He must give the opportunity to young people.

"..."

"..."

The two were silent for a while, and Lucida pouted and told the truth.

"...someone told me, don't communicate with a psychopath, because others don't know which one is a neuropathy."

Rossi was silent for a while, and said slowly: "...I am wearing a suit made by hand in Italy today, if I go in, it will get dirty."

"..."

"..."

Hotch would definitely have the urge to draw his gun if he knew that the two guys outside thought this way.

"boom!!"

There was a loud noise, and then a figure came straight out, the posture seemed to be thrown out, Lucida and Rossi both opened their eyes wide, Lucida stood up and walked forward quickly, the woman's expression was very surprised: "God What, Spencer, what happened?! Who did it!?"

The man who was thrown out was Reid. He covered his forehead with a painful expression on his face, as if his head had been hit. Reid only opened one eye, and his voice was louder and softer for a while: "Hiss...pain... the patient inside , seems to be schizophrenic, has a dual personality, halfway through the question, suddenly changed another personality, and then I was thrown out."

"..." Rossi twitched his eyes when no one was paying attention, this Dr. Reid's force value is really low.

"Fortunately, the skin is not broken, it's just a little swollen." Lucida knelt beside Reid, and carefully inspected Reid's forehead, but it was a little red, and there was no serious injury. Lucida breathed a sigh of relief, and then Pouting angrily, he turned around abruptly and wanted to walk into the house. Seeing this, Reid grabbed Lucida's hand and pulled the girl back who was about to settle accounts: "Wait, Lucida."

"I'm going to beat him up!"

Ouch, this girl is really simple and rude.

Reid curled his fingers to intertwine with Lucida's, and he held tightly, "Don't go, Lucida."

He didn't want Lucida to face the schizophrenic in it at all, but Reid didn't care, it didn't mean Lucida didn't care, the girl gritted her teeth and said, "He dares to touch my man!"

"!!"

Lucida's upright appearance is unexpectedly cute, and these words directly poked Reid's heart.

my man...

Reid swallowed his saliva, and his fair face was quickly stained with a layer of pink. Reid remembered that Rossi was still on the side, and looked at Rossi in a daze, only to see that one of the original personnel who founded BAU and the veteran who set the BAU office contract unexpectedly He turned his head and whistled, pretending not to see it.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were two more loud bangs in the room, and then Emily and Hotch came out. There was some blood on the corner of Emily's mouth, which seemed to be injured, but Hotch looked unscathed. Lucida looked at Emily's injury and was worried. He frowned: "The skin is broken and needs to be rubbed with medicine."

"Huh, it's okay, I dodged a little."

Emily touched the corner of her mouth, feeling a burning pain, Lucida looked at Hotch: "Are you not hurt?"

Hotch shook his head: "No." Hotch pointed to the front room and said, "Let's go to the next room."

Following the direction of Hotch's finger, several people walked over there, while Hotch unknowingly walked behind them, and rubbed his waist imperceptibly from an angle that no one could see.

The next room is too quiet, but compared with other rooms, there is a subtle sense of incongruity in the room, like the bed is made very clean, but the clothes are thrown around in a mess, and the books on the desk are neatly arranged But the pens on the table are very messy, clean and messy are contradictory, as if there are two people living together.

"Is it also a dual personality?"

Rossi looked around for a week and murmured, there was a man sitting in front of the table, he was writing something seriously, and didn't notice their arrival, Hotch thought for a while, turned around and said to several people: "Reid, you go to the next door Rossi and I stay here." Hotch seemed to have noticed something, Reid nodded and pulled Lucida away.

The room next door was also silent. The man lying on the bed reading a book saw someone coming, and he glanced over lazily. His gaze contained a lot of things. He even gave Lucida an illusion that this man could see through She, all the secrets are invisible in front of him. This man is the most dangerous of all the mentally ill patients in this monastery. It is not force or threat, but this man can easily step on her Then trample on people's weaknesses.

"FBI, FBI, who are you?"

The man looked at Reid, looked at Emily, and finally asked Lucida. The man's voice was magnetic, deep and full of charm, like the sound of a cello, cold and fascinating. His indifferent eyes stared at Lucida, looking directly at The look in Lucida's eyes was extremely unreasonable, but the man had a highly educated and well-cultivated atmosphere, and such a man should not appear in such a chaotic monastery.

Lucida was startled, pointed at herself, and asked with interest: "Who do you think I am?"

"You're not the FBI." The man closed the book in his hand, sat up slowly, and then got out of bed. After standing up, he gave off a condescending aura. This man had obvious lip lines, high cheekbones, and eyes of a color between Between blue and green, this face is not pretty, but it can be remembered at a glance, and it is not easy to forget. He said it straightforwardly and firmly. Lucida raised frivolous eyebrows: "Why do you say that?"

The man glanced at Reid and Emily indifferently: "Both of them have guns, but you don't. Although the position of one of them is weird, it doesn't hinder the fact that he has a gun, and you..."

The man paused, and the corners of his mouth curled into a small arc: "The first knuckle of your index finger and the callus on the tiger's mouth are not obvious now, but it cannot be denied that it once existed. You have a very high shooting level. And a person who can use a gun is not equipped with a gun, either you don't think you need it, or you are not allowed to carry a gun, should I continue?"

"What else can you say?"

Lucida frowned slightly, feeling for the calluses on her hands with her fingertips, the man did not stop his speech, his too fast speech was similar to Reid's, but he gave Lucida an aggressive feeling, the man continued : "You have a lot of research on art. You are an orphan. You may have one or two close relatives, probably an elder brother. Then, you have a boyfriend, who is this detective. Am I wrong?"

When he said the last sentence, the man looked at Reid, and Reid was startled. The man looked at Reid with sharp eyes, and Reid met his eyes calmly, without avoiding them. Lucida stared at the man and gritted his teeth and asked Reid: "I Is this being profiled by this guy?"

Reid opened his mouth and didn't know how to comfort Lucida: "Uh... To be precise, he used deduction."

"I use deduction."

The man and Reid spoke at the same time, and Lucida mumbled, "What's the difference."

The man raised his eyebrows, his expression seemed to be contemptuous of Lucida's inability to match his IQ, and his inability to keep up with his rhythm. What's in your little head? Such an obvious distinction, behavioral profiling and deductive reasoning, I think I know why you're not the FBI."

At first glance, this woman is not expected to be an agent.

The man got to the truth.

Among thieves and detectives, women obviously belong to the side of thieves.

"No matter what's in my little head, I just know that my head is more normal than yours."

"An abnormal mind can think of more things."

The man didn't care about Lucida's sarcasm. The cold eyes and cynicism he encountered were all gone. Lucida's level is not enough. Lucida narrowed her eyes: "Have you taken your medicine?"

"What medicine do I take?"

The man tilted his head, it was foul to show such a confused expression on that smart-looking face, Lucida curled up her mouth and smiled very softly: "You need some dextromethorphan, clonazepam and fluoxetine."

"...these are psychotropic drugs."

"Aren't you crazy?"

"Of course not." The man denied with a serious face: "I just have a high-functioning anti-social personality."

Lucida hesitated for a moment, it seems that this is also quite serious.

"Well, no matter what your illness is, it is a fact that you are here."

The man was silent for a while, thought for a while, raised his head and said expressionlessly: "I want to come in by myself."

"Sorry? You say it again?"

"I want to enter this monastery myself."

"..."

Lucida looked at Reid, then at Emily, and finally at the man.

"I want to come in? I don't say you are crazy, I'm really sorry for those people downstairs. What kind of normal people come here voluntarily? Are you here for vacation?"

Lucida and the man are like two hostile people now, and they speak mercilessly. The man straightens the windbreaker on his body. Although it is a little dirty, the black windbreaker looks magnificent on the man. He raised his chin: " What kind of normal people come in voluntarily? There's the kind of guy, the detective, who's got them where there's an interesting case, and it's like Christmas, and that's what gets them excited, ah, yeah, I guess I should start with myself introduce."

The man straightened his chest and raised his chin. The smile on the corner of his mouth made this expressionless face less distanced. He didn't reach out his hand, just introduced himself in such a flat manner, he said: "MynameisSherlockHolmes, is a consulting detective."

Lucida raised her eyebrows: "Wow, Mr. Holmes, I like your pretentious accent."

Lucida, you really hate this guy.

"..." Sherlock Holmes paused, and said in a low voice, "I'm British."

"You found a very special place to vacation."

"Yes, it's very special. When I saw someone secretly and casually throwing dismembered corpses on the trail, the monastery that accommodates more than 30 mentally ill patients kept these people in captivity like pigs. The number of people was counted every day. Tapering off, I thought, that's an interesting phenomenon."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking a little mischievous, his sometimes perverse temper and the idea of ​​doing whatever he wants give anyone a headache, he looked at Reid and Emily behind Lucida, Sherlock smiled: "You know what I said What, did I provide you with a useful piece of information? Remember to thank me."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome~"

"..."

Lucida narrowed her eyes and stared at Sherlock's half-smiling face, Sherlock tilted his head and ignored Lucida's gaze: "Don't look at me like that, I can help you if you need anything, I'm always friendly."

Anyone who knew Sherlock would cry when they heard that, Sherlock Holmes was a rather unfriendly and difficult guy.

"I can't see it."

"You need to feel it with your heart."

"...Hardly...Mr. Holmes, you know what? I really want to cut off that teddy-like curly hair on your head right now."

Sherlock blinked, "Wow, that must be a good price." Sherlock pointed to his hair: "He...is very soft."

"..."

On Lucida's blacklist, Sherlock Holmes is probably in the top five.

"Spencer, I hate that curl."

Back at the local police station, Lucida was complaining while drinking coffee. Spencer was holding a document in his hand and heard Lucida's complaint, recalling the conversation between the two in the monastery, which was similar to a quarrel, Reid smiled helplessly: "IKnow. "

"I hate that guy's deduction."

"I know."

Lucida jumped on Reid's back while no one was there: "Hey, Spencer, are you listening?"

"of course."

Reid held the girl who was rushing on his back, and the soft red hair brushed his cheeks. Reid had to admit that he liked Lucida's closeness. Suddenly felt comfortable, Lucida smiled: "well, what do you think?"

"I think?"

Reid lowered his head and looked at the document in his hand, but in fact he couldn't read a single word. Lucida put his hands around his neck, and Reid grinned and said childishly in surprise: "I think, no matter how much you hate that Sherlock Holmes, you just have to like me."

【You just need to like me. 】

He doesn't care about the rest.

Spencer Reid is also possessive.