tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

They quickly began interviewing everyone on the list, most of whom were residents of the building, and a few of them lived in the apartments next door.

Fiona is not assigned a task.She had to stay at the police station to sort out the information.Through the window of the conference room, she saw a boy sitting uneasy at his desk.

The boy looked to be 16 at most, which did not fit the profile given by the bau team at all.

"Hey, who's that boy?" she asked a police officer who had just passed by.

"That's Shayneward, who was a student of the victim," the man replied. "We think he may have been the last person to see the victim. We just finished his statement."

"Okay." Fiona said.

She was still staring at the boy intently.

He looked terribly nervous—and that's understandable.

With one hand resting on his forehead, he fiddled with the decorative buttons on his jeans with the other, barely looking up.This is typical guilt behavior. Fiona vaguely felt that he might be hiding something.

So she stood up and walked out of the conference room, walking towards the boy.

The kid noticed Fiona, and immediately showed an embarrassed expression on his face, while holding his pants tightly with one hand.This is a typical defensive posture.

Just at this moment, a voice sounded from behind Fiona.

"Hey Shayne, right?"

Fiona turned her head and found Reid standing behind her.He pursed his lips and nodded to Ersa, and said in a low voice, "Gideon asked me to talk to him."

"Okay." Fiona smiled what she thought was very kind, "You come first."

Then she drew out the chair for him very graciously.

"...Okay." Reid muttered, "Thanks." He sat down in the chair.

Fiona didn't leave.

She raised her hips a little and leaned against the edge of the desk next to Reid.

Although she was wearing police trousers, this posture made her trousers tight, clearly outlining the curve of her slender legs.

Reid glanced at her legs indistinctly, but it might just be a glance at the time displayed on the alarm clock on the desk.

Fiona is more willing to believe the former, because she is optimistic by nature.

"Hey, Shayne. My name is Spencer Reid." Reid said softly, "You can call me Reid. Tell me about what happened that day, okay?"

Fiona likes his tone of voice the most. It's not aggressive like many men, but also has a cute nasal voice.

Shayne moved her lips and rubbed her hands on her thighs a few times, "I've already told the other police officers."

"I know." Reid said patiently, "Would you like to repeat it to us?"

Shayne hesitated.He glanced at Fiona, as if she was making him feel a little uneasy.

"Uh... well," he said.

Reid was obviously acutely aware of the source of Shayne's uneasiness.He turned to look at Fiona, with a silent pleading in his eyes, meaning - can you go away for a while?

But Fiona didn't move.

"High school was a piece of shit, right?" she said with a smile.

"What?" Shayne looked at her in confusion, then lowered her gaze a little, unwilling to meet her gaze.

"I was in high school too," Fiona said. "Trust me, I know some guys are really annoying. You never know what they can do. But you're not like them, are you?"

Shayne frowned at her, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I mean," Fiona said, "you seem like a nice kid, not one of those bullies. I can see that something's bothering you, but I'm sure whatever it is, as long as you It makes you feel better when you say it.”

"She's right," Reid said softly. "We know you're hiding something, and that made you feel really scared and guilty, didn't you? But believe me, no one can hurt you right now. And what you know Maybe it will help us."

Shayne crossed her arms, playing with her fingers.He bowed his head in silence for a long time before saying, "I saw her."

"Who? Sophiabourke?" Reid asked.

"Yes," Shayne said, "that morning, I went to her apartment to talk to her about what happened recently."

"What's the matter?" Reid continued to ask.

"You know," Shayne said, "it's the little things. There are a few boys who... they're always picking on me, scribbling in my notebook, and throwing my schoolbag down the toilet."

"That sounds awful," Fiona said. "I can understand how you feel."

Shayne raised his head suddenly, and stared at Fiona stubbornly. This was the first time he mustered up the courage to meet her gaze.

"I doubt it," he said hoarsely. "You don't look... like the rest of us. You're a pretty girl. Let me guess, cheerleader, right?"

Fiona didn't know how to answer.

Emilytsui has never been a cheerleader.

When she was a freshman in high school, she was blocked in the toilet by two girls.They forcibly cut off her hair.

She knew that fionamars must have never had such an experience, and she was no longer emilytsui.

"Yes." Fiona replied with a sigh, "You guessed it right."

"Like I said." Shayne shrugged.

Reid gave Fiona a comforting smile, but there was a hint of helplessness in that smile.

Oh shit, he's starting to think she's doing her a disservice. Fiona thought to herself.So she decided to keep silent.

"Look at me." Reid made Shayne focus on himself. "Tell me, what happened when you met her the other day?"

"Nothing," Shayne said. "I didn't actually talk to her. I saw her standing on the steps talking to a man who seemed to know each other."

"and then?"

Shayne grabbed the fabric of his trousers and let go, his eyes dropped, not meeting Reid's.

"...I saw that man grabbed her by the shoulder." He said, "She wanted to push him away."

"So what did you do?" Fiona couldn't help but make a sound.

Shayne was silent for a few seconds.

"I turned around and left." He replied hoarsely, his eye circles were slightly red, "I turned around and ran away, and within a few steps, I..." He suddenly choked up.

"what?"

He covered his forehead, "...I heard a bump. I knew... I knew something bad was going to happen. But I just ran away."

"Why didn't you call 911?" Fiona asked.

"I don't know, I was a little scared at the time. I kept telling myself that maybe nothing happened." Shayne's cheeks flushed, and the hands holding his pants began to tremble, "...I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He sobbed With a cry, he covered his face helplessly, "The next day, I heard from my mother that Miss Bourke had died. It was terrible..." He said with tears in his eyes, "...it's all mine wrong."

He couldn't be blamed for Miss Bourke's death, but he was wrong, and very wrong. Fiona thought a little annoyed.If he had called the police then, maybe the poor woman wouldn't have died.

But now they can only comfort the boy and let him calm down.

Reid hesitated, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Tell me, did you see what that man looked like?" he said.

Shayne shook her head violently.

"I only saw his lower body, not his face." He whispered.

"What's he wearing?" Fiona asked.

"I don't remember much," Shayne muttered.

"Think about it." Fiona said in an aggressive tone, "You can think of it."

Her tone was a little grumpy, and Shayne was obviously slightly taken aback by her.

He bit his lip, his brows furrowed into a ball, "Uh... he was wearing baggy white pants. Yes, that's right."

"White pants?" Reid asked with interest, "Pure white?"

"Yeah," Shayne said, "sort of like pajamas."

"Are you sure?" Fiona asked.

Shayne paused, then nodded heavily, "Yes, I'm sure."

"I see." Reid said quickly, and patted Shayne's shoulder, "Thank you." He stood up in a hurry, and walked quickly in the direction of Gideon.

"Can I help?" Shayne looked at Fiona hesitantly.

Fiona finally gave him a small smile, "Yes, you helped. Go home, Shayne."

Shayne looked slightly relieved.He bent down and buried his head between his arms again.

Fiona didn't pay attention to him anymore, but walked quickly towards Reid and Gideon.

"So, I think the prisoner is probably a patient in a mental hospital." Reid said to Gideon, "Because he was wearing a hospital gown, so I guess he probably sneaked out."

"Good job," Gideon said.He immediately dialed a number, "gacia."

"Oh! I'm on standby, please order me, dear sir." A cheerful female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Help me find out among the residents in that building, which relatives are being treated in a mental hospital?"

"Fast information lines are open," said the voice. "Your information is on the way, sir!"

Then there was the sound of clattering keyboards on the phone.

After about half a minute, Gacia said, "There is only one, sir——Garry Bednob lives in room 601 on the top floor. His son Garry Bednob Jr. is currently being treated for severe depression in a mental hospital."

"Damn it, we just had an appointment with that old man named bednob this morning," Artie said. "He said his son was in a mental hospital a few blocks away from home, so we put him in a closed hospital." ruled out."

"His father lives on the top floor." Fiona said, "He went to visit his father, and happened to meet the victim who also lived on the top floor, and then suddenly became murderous."

"I think we have found the unknown suspect." Reid said, looking at everyone.

"I'm going to notify Captain Fox right away." Artie said without hesitation, then turned and trotted away.