[Criminal Minds] The Man in the Mirror

Hotch just entered the meeting room with his morning coffee, but found a group of figures in front of the evidence collection board, and he quickly stepped forward to check on the young man who had been in the police station all night. Reid's eyes were straight, and the amount of bloodshot eyes in the eyes made Hotch feel shameful. Emily on the side responded, and it was like this when she came back from the scene. It was better when Yao Sulin was there.

For Yao Sulin, Emily has a lot of complaints. Compared with Reid's loss of soul, Yao Sulin showed extraordinary ability to bear the pressure of the death of her teacher and friend. Emily, who came out of the crime scene, saw Reid hugging Yao Sulin's shoulder and shed tears , Yao Sulin supported him, Emily couldn't see her expression, but Emily could guess after hearing the testimony.

She watched Yao Sulin comfort Mr. Hudson with red eyes, take care of Mrs. Hudson, and take care of Ethan's funeral, non-stop, even orderly.

So calm, so calm.

Thinking of this, she motioned for Hotch, who was checking Yao Sulin's information, to come out.

Hotch and Rossi walked into the hallway of the hospital, and met Mr. Hudson, his resolute face covered with pain.

"Tony." Rossi stepped forward to hold the hands of this expert in criminal psychology. He met in university lectures. He was a decent old scholar, and he had only seen the accidental cases in the lecture notes.

"Clare's condition is not good. The doctor said she might not last a week." Mr. Hudson turned to the glass window of the ward.

"The child is taking care of her?"

"Beck has been watching all night." Mr. Hudson took off his glasses with a trembling expression. "Bertie ① offered to take her place, but she refused... If her parents are still alive, this is really a blessing."

Rossi said a few words of relief, and Mr. Hudson led him to the corner to discuss his views on the case. Hotch called Yao Sulin out in a low voice, and the woman greeted the professor's daughter with a haggard look.

"Is Reid okay?"

"I'm afraid it's not good until the case is found out."

"He grew up with Granger, from Las Vegas to California, it would be a lie to say he didn't care."

"You've known them since childhood?"

"Not really. When I was in graduate school, I shared with them, and the landlord was Ethan."

"I thought you would choose to share the room with a girl."

"I didn't mind, and then I thought it was safer to live with two boys who were studying criminal psychology. Although you know Reid's build..."

"What happened?"

Hotch came with doubts, not sure that the bleak experience was the key evidence.

"It's just something... private."

Hotch didn't give up: "Tell me, what did you go through in the second semester of the first year of research?"

"You checked me out."

"Rebecca you know the procedure, tell me what happened, PTSD?"

Yao Sulin raised her eyes, with a tired expression to deal with the deep meaning behind Hotch's pursuit.

"PTSD hurts you, Mr. Hotchner."

Reid, who was in a light sleep, was awakened and felt a dull pain in the back of his neck.The genius who was on the verge of collapse remembered the culprit who put him to sleep in a creative way, and left the conference room with dark circles under his eyes.

"Kiddo, are you feeling better?" Reid noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, including Hotch and Rossi who had just returned.

"Hotch they went to the hospital and found nothing." Morgan shrugged helplessly. "Reid, we need your brain to keep functioning."

"You went to the hospital?" Reid didn't grasp the key to the sentence, he stared at Hotch, "Are you suspicious of Rebecca?"

The phone rang suitably, and it was Garcia on speakerphone, her voice cheerful.

"Sir, I think what you are looking for is a Chinese scholar. Rebecca's undergraduate degree is W&M③ College, and she finished her graduate studies at Berkeley. She has a Ph.D. in Applied Psychology and a Master's degree in Chinese. The scholarship is probably not lower than Reid's. Well, the poor girl did graduate in the first year of graduate school. A major event happened, and roommates in the same dormitory were killed one after another. She was a witness in the case. I just checked the files of the San Francisco Police Department and found out. This should be her PT..."

"Garcia!" Reid almost yelled, and there was silence on both ends.

"Thanks, Garcia." Rossi had to come forward to comfort the terrified technical analyst, "I need you to call up Anthony Hudson's background information, and I want to apply for a joint investigation between him and Rebecca."

"Dave, you should talk to us." Hotch frowned.

"Anthony said that Rebecca saw the blood stains on the wall and thought it was a personal grudge."

"Blood stain?"

"Yes, only three letters, R—A—C."