tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

——Fiona suspects that she must have watched too many horror movies.At the moment just now, she was startled by a ten-year-old girl, so she decided to watch less horror movies without science in the future.

"Stay here," she said to Annie in as gentle a voice as possible, "we'll see you later, okay?"

Annie nodded like any well-behaved girl, and asked politely, "Can I have some water?"

"No problem," Fiona said, "Is there anything else I need?"

annie shook her head.

And Reid didn't seem to think there was anything scary about Annie at all.He had been staring at her with interest, as if studying her every move carefully.

After leaving the conference room, Fiona asked Reid what he thought.

"She has no empathy." Reid said with a frown. "Did you notice the expression on her face when she looked at her sister's photo?"

"Of course I noticed," Fiona sighed. "...I kind of understand now why her mother was afraid of her. She's like something out of a classic horror movie."

"What horror movie?" Reid asked with interest.

"Have you seen that horror movie? The name seems to be "Case No. 39." Fiona asked.

"No."

"There's a girl in it, she's just..." Fiona paused, suddenly feeling a little stupid to compare reality with horror movies. "Forget it, never mind it," she said with a shrug.

Under Gideon's suggestion, they invited a psychologist to conduct a series of tests on Annie, but the results were surprising.

"She behaved like a normal child, except for a little low self-esteem." The psychologist said.

But gideon didn't seem so surprised.

"Her mother must have known that her daughter had mental problems," he said, "so she must have taught Annie how to deal with this situation, and Annie is a very smart child, she naturally knows how to hide herself."

At this time, Garcia suddenly called.

The man answered the phone and pressed the hands-free button.

"Guys, I just checked the death accident of the girl's father, Jamesthoreau. He was killed by a steel frame of a construction elevator that fell from a height, and his daughter Annie was with him at the time. The steel frame fell In an instant, he pushed his daughter away. So Annie was only slightly injured, while her father was able to survive."

"In other words, Annie witnessed the whole process of her father's death." Man said.

"That's right," Garcia said.

"Maybe that's what irritated her." Emily guessed.

"She may only have the urge to kill from then on, but her anti-social personality definitely didn't start to form from then on." Gideon said, he calmly looked over Fiona's shoulder and looked at the woman who was sitting quietly in the conference room annie in.

"—she's been like this from an earlier age. And her mother has long understood that her daughter is different. This arouses Mrs. Thoreau's overprotective desire for Annie, but in fact she is overprotective of herself. Annie's daughter developed fear, and Annie was sensitive to her mother's indifference, which was harmful to her personality disorder."

"What now?" Darwin asked. "We don't have any evidence that she did it."

"We started with her mother," Hotch said. "She can't take it much longer. She looks like she is under a lot of psychological pressure. She will tell us the truth soon."

"What about Annie?" Emily asked. "We can't leave her at the police station tonight. And it's too late now."

Hearing her words, Fiona glanced down at her watch subconsciously, it was now 43:[-] in the evening.

"We can't detain her too late," Hotch said.

"Let me talk to Mrs. Thoreau," Emily said. "I'm a woman too. Maybe she'll be less wary of me."

Hotch nodded in agreement.

"I'll go talk to Annie again." Fiona said.

"Don't take that child lightly." Gideon suddenly looked up at Fiona, "We still don't know if she has a personality disorder, and the extent of her personality disorder, and she is very good at hiding herself."

"I'll be careful." Fiona replied.

Hotch gave Reid a slight nod, "Go with her."

Reid was a little surprised, but replied immediately: "Okay."

When Fiona and Reid walked into the conference room, Annie was humming and shaking her calf.

"What are you singing about?" Fiona said after sitting down beside her.

Annie turned to look at her. Fiona suddenly realized that she was actually a very beautiful little girl, with big eyes, thick eyelashes, and fair skin.

"...I don't know the name of this song." Annie said, "This song was taught to me by my father."

"Do you miss your dad?" Reid asked.He just pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Fiona and Annie.

"Yes." Annie nodded.

Fiona glanced at Reid and exchanged glances with him.Then she turned to Annie and said softly, "We are very sorry to hear what happened to your father."

"You don't need to regret." Annie's expression was unbelievably calm.

Fiona was surprised: "Why?"

"Because my mom said he went to a better place." Annie shrugged. "It was a place where there was no pain, so my dad must be very happy now. I just miss him a little bit, but I won't because of it." Feeling bad."

"And what about your sister Winnie?" Reid asked. "Do you think she's gone to a better place too?"

"Of course." Annie replied without hesitation, her calf began to sway again and again, "She must have gone to a good place."

Fiona stared at Annie intently, "... so that's why you killed Winnie? Do you think you can get her to go to a better place?"

Annie's legs suddenly stopped moving.She looked at Fiona in horror, looking like a frightened child.

"We know what you did, Annie." Reid cooperated with Fiona and said with a serious face, "Now we just want to hear the truth from you."

Annie played with her hair, lowered her head and bit her lip without speaking.From the way she looked, it could be seen that she was beginning to waver.

"Tell us, what happened last night?" Fiona asked. "You killed Winnie, didn't you?"

Annie shook her head, but refused to speak.

"We know what you're hiding, Annie," Fiona said.

"One thing...my mother said I can't tell anyone." Annie whispered suddenly, "She said she was protecting me."

"You need help, Annie." Fiona grabbed Annie's wrist and said softly, "Your mother can't really protect you now. She knows that you are different from other children, but she doesn't understand you, right?"

Annie didn't answer the question, but said in a low voice with a gloomy face: "...I hate her. She never liked me, she only has Winnie in her eyes."

Hotch has been watching the situation in the interrogation room.

Mrs Thoreau looked like she was on the verge of a breakdown.Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, and she looked like she might faint at any moment.No matter who sees her, there will be subconscious sympathy.

The members of the bau group don't lack empathy, they just understand what they really should be doing.Blind sympathy can't help solve the case at this time.

"It's time to officially put pressure on her." Gideon reminded in his ear.

Hotch pushed open the door of the interrogation room, sat down beside Emily, and said straight to the point: "We know that Annie killed her sister."

Mrs Thoreau froze, "What?"

"We just got confirmation from annie's nanny." Hotch said, "the woman said she stopped working for your family last month. And the reason she resigned was that Annie tried to cut her naked body while she was sleeping. her hair."

Madam Thoreau took a sip of the coffee in front of her with trembling hands.

"You thought we wouldn't go deep into the victim's family, so you let your guard down." Hotch said, "You thought you could fake a kidnapping by sending back Winnie's buttons, but this has become the key point for us to suspect you .A real kidnapper wouldn't do that."

Madame Thoreau stared at the table in silence.

"What you are doing can't protect anyone." Emily said, "Annie needs help, otherwise she will hurt more people in the future. I think you should know this better than anyone else."

Mrs. Thoreau took a deep breath, and then suddenly said: "Annie has been different from other children since she was a child. There was a cat once at home... I came home one time and found that she was holding the cat in the pool and trying to drown the cat. Cat. Back then I thought she was just naughty—" She looked up at Hotch and Emily, "You understand?"

"But you soon found out that she was merciless and cruel," Emily said.

Thoreau turned his coffee cup noncommittally.

"She... especially likes to bully children younger than her," she said. "She stole the family's fruit knife and once cut the face of a little neighbor girl with the knife. After that incident, I had to move with her." .”

"Did you take her to a psychiatrist?" Emily asked.

"Of course. But they said she was too young to tell if she really had a... personality disorder. They suggested that we start with treatment first. But those treatments didn't work out well. My husband James refused to admit that Annie had a psycho Problem. He thought she was just naughtier than other kids, so he didn't take these things to heart."

Madame Thoreau suddenly choked up.

"One day, I came home and saw her throw her five-month-old sister to the ground..." She took a deep breath, but couldn't stop herself from crying, "...that's when I started to understand that I Something has to be done."

She said, raising her hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

"One day...she was playing by the door by herself. I sneaked up to her and tried to grab her, but she turned around and smiled at me and called me mom...that's when I knew that no matter what happened, I Can't hurt my precious daughter."

"Even if she killed her own sister, right?" Hotch said quietly.

Mrs. Thoreau turned her head and stared at Hotch stubbornly, "Do you have any children, Agent?"

"I have." Hotch replied after a moment of hesitation.

"I've already lost a daughter," said Mrs. Thoreau, tears welling up in her eyes again, "and Annie...she's my responsibility. I have to take care of her...I can't let others interfere. James for She died, and I had to protect her."

"She's your responsibility." Hotch said mercilessly, "but you made the wrong choice. Annie needs help, and what you're doing can't really help her."

"Stop it!" Madame Thoreau finally couldn't help crying, and then she covered her face and began to sob tremblingly.

The author has something to say: Part of the image of Annie is inspired by the little girl in Case No. 39~ But the image of that little girl is too dramatic, and it is very different from the Annie here...