tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

St. Simons Island is a famous leisure town with a sea view. Fiona's impression of it is limited to a set of landscape postcards she once got, which showed stretches of sandy beaches and long shadows cast by the iconic lighthouse in the sunset.

Upon reaching St. Simons Island, a pleasant, humid sea breeze blew on Fiona's face.She took a deep breath and said to the others, "Guys, brace yourselves, when the case is over, we're definitely going to stay here for a night and relax."

It turned out that her words were overheard by a policeman who came to greet them.It was a middle-aged man in his forties, his chin was very clean, his hair was a little bald, his eyelids were slightly drooping, and he looked lifeless.He frowned and looked at Fiona suspiciously, "Are you from GBI?"

"I'm Detective Mars." Fiona reached out to shake his hand, "You must be Sheriff Teddwalton, right?"

But the opponent did not move.He stared at them sternly. "This case is very difficult. I hope you don't come to work with a vacation mood." He spoke in a particularly sharp and unceremonious tone, as if he was the highest ranking person here. .

"Tell us about the case." On the way to the police station, Fiona tried to break the deadlock.

"You got the file." Walton replied.

"Yes, but I also want to hear your specific situation." Fiona said.

"You have also seen that this case is very difficult." Walton frowned, and said lazily with a Georgian southern accent, "We have never had such a murder case. As a famous tourist town, we here Everyone is friendly and there are very few conflicts."

"The file says that the first person who died was not a local," Fiona said. "An 11-year-old black boy was found in an oak forest. The cause of his death was a shooting. But you didn't provide much information about him. .”

"Because he doesn't have much information." Walton said, "edgarfunk, he has no parents, and lives in Brunswick with his grandparents. His grandparents are retired. He happened to be at a friend's house who lives on the island these days. He was playing, but suddenly disappeared. He disappeared less than ten hours before his body was found in the woods by some tourists."

"The second deceased, I remember, was a local," Fiona whispered, "a 12-year-old girl. Her body was found in a toilet in the park with her hair cut off. The cause of death was suffocation by drowning."

"Yes." Walton's voice was a little low. "I know the girl's parents. They are good people. They run a grocery store on the island, not far from the police station. I often go there to buy newspapers."

Fiona looked down at the documents, "The murder weapon was a .45 caliber revolver. This is a different modus operandi from the previous case. Except that the victims are all black children, this case seems to have nothing in common."

"But some people don't think so," Walton said with a snort.

"You mean someone thinks it has something to do with racism?"

"You'll see them later," Walton said.

Soon, they came near the police station.Some media reporters had already gathered there, and some guys who looked like local residents were holding signs with slogans such as "Don't allow our children to be hurt any longer" and "Children are innocent". More than half are black.

"Do they think this case is related to racial discrimination?" Alick said.

"There's a media embellishment. That report looks like it's implying that this murder was done by some crazy white racist. Media idiots never do good things," Walton scolded.

Just as they entered the police station, a tall female police officer hurried over.

"You must see this, sir," she said anxiously.

Then they saw on live television news reports that the body of a 15-year-old black boy had been found in Yulei.He was strangled to death, his mouth was still stuffed with underwear, and he was discarded carelessly in the dumpster.

"Sounds very similar to our case," said the policewoman.

"If that's the case, the unknown suspect committed the crime across state lines." Fiona said with a frown. "It seems that we may need to seek help from the FBI."

Walton looked at her in surprise, "What is an unknown suspect?"

"Bau's name for an unknown suspect," Fiona said.As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Reid's phone number.

There was surprise in Reid's voice, and he said cheerfully, "Hi, Fiona! I was about to call you, we just closed a case, and now I can—"

"Spencer, sorry, I'm working on a case right now." Fiona interrupted him, "Can I transfer it to Agent Hotch?"

Reid paused.His next tone seemed a bit lost, "Okay. He happened to be right next to me."

After hearing Fiona's statement, Hotch agreed to take over the case.

Afterwards, Fiona sent Toland and Alick to visit the site of the abandoned corpse.She and Sarah went to the home of the second victim.But they didn't find any useful clues.

Not long after returning to the police station, the bau team rushed over.They happened to be in Florida, not far from here.

"You guys arrived really fast. I'm Tedd Walton." Walton smiled and said to Hotch and the others, changing his previous cold attitude, "I'm still the first person to meet Bau. I respect your work very much."

Hotch nodded nonchalantly, obviously he didn't like wasting time with small talk.

"I'm Special Agent Hoter, and this is my team member." He introduced very succinctly.

"Hi." Fiona strode over to greet them warmly.

Fiona finds that every time she sees them, she feels very kind.Over the past year, they've met enough times on the case that they've become old acquaintances.

Standing at the end, Reid stretched out his hand and waved at Fiona, his lips slightly raised, revealing a smile that only Fiona could understand.

"How many of you are there?" Walton asked.

"Agents Man and Prentiss from our team went to another crime scene," Hotch explained.

An older agent whom Fiona had never met took a step forward and held out his hand to Fiona, "So you're a Fionamars. I've heard of you."

He has thick and dark hair, and looks about the same age as gideon, but one look at him shows that he is completely different from gideon. Gideon's expression is always serious, but his eyes are gentle, and he always likes to wear very casual casual clothes, which makes people feel very kind.Although the agent was smiling, from his polished leather shoes to his crisp suit, he exuded an invisible sense of oppression.

"I'm daviedrossi." he introduced himself. ("Oh, I know you! You have published a book." Walton surprised beside him)

He gave Fiona a quick wink, as if about to say some big secret. "Reid has been talking about you all day and night, so we have known each other for a long time." After he finished speaking, the others all pursed their lips and laughed.

Talking about her all day long? Fiona looked at Reid in surprise.

Reid rolled his eyes in embarrassment, and rubbed his toes lightly on the ground.He muttered something under his breath, as if "only occasionally".

Walton has been standing aside watching this scene.Then the tone of his conversation with Fiona eased a lot.

But he still seems to lack trust in Fiona and the others, and he would rather discuss the case with the bau people than with them.

"He's the epitome of snobbery," Sarah complained to Fiona.

"Leave him alone." Fiona said nonchalantly, "We're just handling cases, not making friends."

In the conference room, members of the bau team are integrating the obtained materials, and of course fiona is also present.

"We believe that this case has nothing to do with racial discrimination, that is to say, it is not a hateful killing against black people." Hotch's tone was very firm, and it seemed that they had confirmed this conclusion.

"Why?" Toland asked.

"Because it doesn't have that kind of character," Rossi said. "If you study this type of murder, you'll see that this type of killer is very eager to publicize his behavior. He doesn't just throw the body away. Instead of waiting for the police to discover his crimes themselves, the message will be delivered in a more drastic way."

Fiona immediately understood what he meant.

"—Like in what way?" Toland asked.

"For example, throwing the corpse directly at the gate of the police station, or hanging it on a tree branch in front of the gate of the government." Rossi replied with raised eyebrows.

This time the victims were all children, which makes the scene Rossi describes all the more brutal.

Jennifer stood up straight from the table she was leaning against, "The two cases do not have the same crime characteristics, and the mo has changed significantly, but this does not rule out the possibility that the crimes were not committed by the same person."

"What's mo?" Walton asked.

"Modusoperandi." Reid answered first, "It's the usual method. Mo often changes because of the criminal's mental state, or perfect. The Seattle Strangler found that strangling the victim with his hands wasted energy, and the assassination would leave blood stains that were not easy to clean up. , so he ended up strangling the victim with a belt."

"Although most of the perpetrators of serial murders are white, they never choose victims across races." Rossi said, "This case is completely personal and has no political factors."

"So you guys think the perpetrator could be black, right?" Fiona asked.

"Indeed," Rossi said.

At this time, Hotch's cell phone rang suddenly.

"—it's man," he said, and he picked up the phone. "Go ahead, man."

"The boy's parents had received extortion calls." Man said, "We are pursuing this clue. But the boy once joined the local gangsters and was caught selling marijuana. To be honest, I think this Not our case."

Fiona raised her eyebrows, "The other two victims were younger and easy to get hooked, but this boy is 15 years old and has been in gangs. It doesn't sound like an easy type to deal with."

"Agreed, I also think that case has nothing to do with the other two cases." Reid immediately agreed.

"So at the moment we're also focusing on locals," Hotch said. "I've asked Garcia to create a list of local criminal records, focusing on those who have sex crime records."

"I'm going to investigate the school with my team," Fiona said. "Maybe the kids have seen suspicious characters around."

Hotch nodded in agreement, "I will also send someone to go with you."

Obviously, the only person they can send for the time being is Reid. Jennifer had to stay to deal with the media, while Rossi and Hotch had to go to the site of the abandoned body to investigate again.

The meeting is temporarily over. Fiona followed Toland out of the conference room. Reid was the last to leave the conference room.

He walked quickly behind Fiona and patted her on the shoulder. Fiona was taken aback.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized subconsciously, then looked down at her slightly, and smiled with his lips slightly pursed, "...Hi, it feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

One of his hands seemed to be playing with something in the pocket of his knitted jacket.He stared at Fiona hesitantly, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

Fiona clearly felt that Walton was staring at her not far away.She didn't want him to catch her and report it to his "old buddy" eden.

"Time is running out, Agent Reid. Let's wait for the small talk after the case is over." Fiona said calmly with a businesslike attitude.

Reid was slightly taken aback.He probably wasn't used to being called Agent Reid.

"Okay, let's go." He quickly raised his face and put on a serious expression.

Afterwards, Reid's mood has been a little low. Fiona could feel him being annoyed by something.He sat in the back row, staring at the scenery outside the window in silence.