tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

After a short silence, Reid changed the topic to this case.

"I heard that you have investigated that dairy company." Reid said, "You should have a list of all their employees who have been fired, right? If the target of revenge is that company, then the unknown suspect is likely to have been in Worked for that company."

"It's a small company," Fiona said. "They've only fired five people in the last year, and two of them aren't in Richmond."

"We have already interrogated the remaining three people yesterday." Cooper continued, "They all have no criminal record, they are honest, and they don't look like crazy people who can poison. Evidence of buying cyanide."

"But I don't think the person who wrote the letter is an unknown suspect," Reid said.

"I agree." Man said immediately.

"Why?" Fiona said, staring at Reid intently.She had already guessed the answer, but she just wanted to hear what Reid had to say.

"Blackmailers usually make threats before taking action." Man actually replied before Reid, "They will leave some traces in advance to prove that they have the ability to tamper with their products."

Oh, you're right. Fiona frowned and thought.

She hates men who like to show off their intelligence.Of course, except for Reid, who told him to look cute no matter what he said?

"Then they will write or call the company, telling them that if they don't pay, they will move on to the next step." Fiona grabbed the man's voice and said, "But the unknown suspect directly poisoned. So what he really wanted It was murder, not blackmail."

Man turned his head to look at Fiona with a surprised expression.

"You're right, girl," he said with a smile. "Do you want to be a profiler at the FBI? I think you'd be a good fit."

Fiona raised her eyebrows, so she wouldn't be complacent because of his praise.

"I think so too." Reid said suddenly.

Fiona immediately turned to look at him.

"You have the qualities that a profiler needs." Reid said with a smile, and Fiona felt her heart beat a little faster.

"In the last case, you were able to see the crux of the problem every time." He continued.

Fiona blinked in surprise, had he been paying attention to what she said?

——In fact, Reid, who has an amazing memory, never forgets anything anyone said.But fiona doesn't know this.

"Thank you." Fiona said with a smile.Her spirits rose instantly.

"But joining Bau requires a series of training and tests..." Reid began to chatter about Bau's training program.He spoke with such detail and clarity that it was as if those things had been etched into his brain.

Fiona pretended to listen to him carefully.

Her eyes never moved from his lustrous lips.Does he subconsciously moisten his lips with the tip of his tongue every time he speaks?This is simply a foul.

"Sounds great." Fiona finally nodded, "I'll think about it."

A manager of that company received them.

"Our losses are well over $[-]," said the manager wearily, "so we'd rather pay that if he stops poisoning."

"Don't do that," Man said. "We're not yet sure whether the letter was written by the poisoner."

"What do you mean?" the manager asked in surprise.

"That is to say, someone may be taking advantage of the troubled waters." Fiona said.

"Can you show me that letter?" Reid said suddenly.

"Of course." The manager said, "You can take it wherever you want, and check your fingerprints or something."

"If the person who wrote the letter was really the poisoner, we probably won't be able to find his fingerprints on it." Reid muttered in a low voice, and then carefully unfolded the letter through the glove, "What I want to find is not Not just fingerprints."

"What's that?" the manager asked curiously.

"It's handwriting." Reid said, "A person's handwriting can reveal a lot of information."

Reid stared intently at the letter.

During this time no one spoke.They all stared at him intently.

"...I don't see any anger in the handwriting or the choice of words," Reid said. "His pen is light and his handwriting is very thin, which suggests that he probably lacks decisiveness and is a pessimist. Also pay attention The way the letter r is written..."

Fiona stared at the letter paper carefully, and finally managed to keep up with Reid's train of thought.

The man kept nodding, and he seemed to understand everything.

But the manager has already begun to lose consciousness.He couldn't keep up with Reid's speech.

"So what do you see?" The manager folded his arms and looked at Reid.

"So, the person who wrote the letter has no grievances with your company, and he doesn't look like a poisoner at all." Reid raised his head and concluded.

"In any case, we still have to take this letter back," Cooper said.

On the way back, Fiona has been discussing handwriting identification with Reid.

Fiona was surprised to find that Reid could be regarded as an expert in handwriting psychology.

Isn't there something he's not good at? Fiona thought secretly admiringly.Because of her competitive spirit, she rarely admires a member of the opposite sex like this.

And Reid seemed happy to discuss handwriting identification with Fiona.

He talked eloquently from the development of handwriting identification to the application of modern handwriting identification in criminal investigation.When he arrived at the police station, he still had an expression on his face, as if he couldn't bear to get out of the car right away.

"He is very happy that finally someone is willing to listen to what he said." Man walked beside Fiona and said with a smile, "You are still the first patient to hear the last."

Fiona looked at Reid's slender back and smiled.Of course she would not admit that her motives were not pure just now.

After returning to the police station, the Appraisal Section immediately took over the letter.

It turned out they got a fingerprint on the envelope and found a match in the repository.

"Thoward, 43 years old, was arrested for fighting in a bar and for carrying drugs." Fiona read the document and said, "He lives in Richmond now, here is his address and phone number."

"Hope we found that bastard," Artie said.

"It's hard to say," Hotch cautioned.

But they couldn't let go of this clue. Fox sent a team to arrest Howard.

They ended up catching him on the bed in his bedroom, lying entwined with a half-naked woman.

"It's methamphetamine." Fiona carefully observed the powder on his bedside table, "Oh! Looks like there's a little heroin mixed in. It looks like they like to mix and match."

Cooper raised an eyebrow at Fiona in surprise.

"Oh, I have a cousin who quit drugs." Fiona explained vaguely.She couldn't say that she had worked as an anti-narcotics policeman in the UK for a year.

They finally put Thoward, who was still not fully awake, into the police car.They searched his house by the way, but found nothing illegal other than drugs.

"No cyanide was found," Fiona said regretfully. "We searched everywhere."

"Maybe he's hiding it," Artie said.

But Fiona is more inclined that he is just a fraudster who wants to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

After returning to the police station, they quickly got the words out of T's mouth, without even needing the intervention of Bau's people.

"Damn it, he's really just a liar." Fox cursed, "What a waste of time!"

Reid leaned on the writing table and said quickly: "It's exactly the same as I guessed." After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips slightly, and raised his chin with a little complacency.

"Now all the dairy products of that company have been taken off the shelves." Elle said suddenly, "If the unknown suspect didn't target that company, would he choose to poison other products?"

"That's exactly what we're worried about," Gideon said.

Hotch's slightly frowned eyebrows revealed his concern, but his tone remained calm, "We have got too few clues. But we still have to release the profile immediately—we urgently need the cooperation of the public now."

"Okay, I'll let everyone gather." Fox said immediately.

"JJ, inform the media, we will hold a press conference later." Hotch ordered.

"Understood." Jennifer replied immediately, then turned and left without saying a word.