tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

"I don't know a trentstewart at all!" Fiona exclaimed angrily, "I've never heard of that name!"

"You're not a good lie at all, Agent Mars." This was the first time Toland called her an agent, and there was obvious sarcasm in his tone.He took out another photo from his pocket and threw it directly in front of Fiona.

It was a group photo. There were three people in the photo. The one standing in the middle was the girl named Trent, and the one standing on the far left was wearing a red low-cut dress with a sweet smile.

Fiona froze.

That was herself—or rather, the real fionamars.

Fiona immediately vaguely guessed what was going on.

The original fionamars knew the dead girl, but the current fiona knows nothing about it.

She could feel that Toland was staring at her intently, and she couldn't let him see the slightest wavering.

"Listen," she took a deep breath, "Toland, I guess you've read my profile too. I had an accident over a year ago. I have a lot of memory loss."

"So what are you trying to say?" Toland sneered, "You're trying to say you don't remember knowing Trent, or having sex with her boyfriend?"

"what does that mean?"

"My point is very clear." Toland pointed to the young man standing on the far right of the photo. "Don't tell you you don't know him. I just visited him last month-in the state prison. He admitted to me After everything, he said that you had a relationship with him, but was found out by his girlfriend, Trent. He was able to prove that you were the only one staying with her the night Trent died."

Fiona's lips quivered, and she said firmly, "I don't remember. And it's not evidence at all."

"I also know that you went to rehab, the second year after you graduated from college," Toland said. Say, it took a lot of money to get it off your record. Wondering what the coincidence was? Trent went to that rehab too. I guess that's where you two met."

"If it wasn't in my file, how did you know?" Fiona asked pointedly.

"Even if it's not in the files, there are some traces that you can't erase. I visited some people who had been in that rehab center, and some of them recognized you," he replied.

Toland suddenly smiled mockingly, "Do you know how I found you? I saw the video of you arresting the criminal. You are a celebrity on the Internet. I have investigated all of Trent's friends, But I've never been able to find this woman in this picture—"

He pointed to the photo, "—it's you. But I accidentally opened a video forwarded to me by a friend, and found you on it. It's not at all difficult to find you from the police database. Difficult—especially when you have a friend in the fbi, it's easier."

"But you still don't have any direct evidence."

"I didn't," admits Toland, "but I also found out that you moved out of Las Vegas immediately after Trent died, and no one of your old friends knew where you went, and you haven't been with them since then Got in touch. You're a cop too, mars, you should now understand why I'm suspicious of you. When I heard your group was recruiting new agents, I voted for my profile, but I didn't expect you to actually choose me .I almost thought you did it on purpose, because if you looked through my profile, you'd find that."

"Find what?" Fiona frowned.

"Remember when I said I had a brother who overdosed?" Toland said. "Actually, I didn't have a brother at all. I only had a half-sister who was Trent. Those stupid cops used to Thought she died of an overdose, but I believe she was forcibly injected with a heroin overdose."

Fiona wasn't particularly surprised. Toland's performance means that his relationship with Trent is absolutely extraordinary, and he admits that he is gay, so Trent is likely to be his sister or other relatives.

"She has been abstaining from drugs for a long time, and she promised me that she will not be contaminated with those things again, so it is impossible for her to inject so much drugs at one time." Toland emphasized again in a stubborn tone, "She will not do that .”

Toland approached Fiona and asked aggressively: "Tell me, why did you ask Sarah to investigate Trent's information? When someone told me that someone inside GBI checked Trent's information, I guessed it might be you. But I think I don't know why you did that."

Fiona didn't answer right away, her eyes stayed on the photo.

A thought suddenly appeared in her mind.

"——It's you!" She raised her head sharply, "It's you who stuffed this photo into my mailbox, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Toland frowned.

Fiona was thinking quickly, trying to piece together some of the little things that happened in the past.

"Someone slipped this photo in my mailbox, along with some rose petals. Not long ago, I also received a few weird bouquets of roses, none of them signed, and one of them was delivered directly to my apartment. I changed the lock because of it—" she whispered, then stopped suddenly, staring at Toland motionlessly, "I remember you were a good lockpicker, weren't you?"

"Stop, what the hell are you talking about—" Toland tried to cut her off.

"Oh my god—" Fiona murmured, suddenly raising her voice, "it was you! You broke into my apartment and gave me those damn roses, didn't you?"

Toland looked impatient, "I have no idea what you're talking about. What roses?"

Fiona stared at him, trying to read his expression for clues.

Either Toland's acting skills are top-notch, or he really doesn't know anything about roses, and his confused expression when he speaks is too real.

"This photo—" Fiona picked up the photo of trent and said quickly, "Don't you want to ask me why I asked Sarah to help me investigate this photo? It was actually stuffed into my mailbox .The envelope with the photo is still in the drawer in my apartment. I believe that the person who stuffed the envelope is probably the same guy who broke into my apartment and gave me roses.”

"Why should I trust you?" Toland said.But his arm dropped, which proved that he was beginning to waver.

"Because you know me, we have worked together for so long, you should understand that I am not a murderer." Fiona said.

Fiona actually had a guilty conscience when she said this.

She doesn't know the original fionamars, she can only judge what kind of person she is from the diary left by the girl.Maybe the original fionamars were chaotic, irresponsible, and often made enemies, but she wasn't the type to commit murder.All murderers have something in common - even if they aren't serial killers, they have something in common.Not all disgusting people are capable of killing their own kind.

"I never trusted you," Toland said dryly.But his gaze began to droop slightly, not meeting Fiona's eyes.

Fiona lowered her voice, hoping to sound more sincere, "I know you want to catch Trent's murderer, but investigating me will only waste your time. The guy who broke into my apartment is definitely the same as your sister's." Death cannot escape, he is the one you are looking for."

At this time, the door of the interrogation room was suddenly opened roughly.

——It turned out to be Eden who appeared at the door.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?" He looked annoyed. "Why did someone call and tell me they were trying to arrest one of my agents?"

When he spoke, the person whose eyes were fixed on was Toland.

"I know you have connections at the top, Toland—I know the identity of your father." Eden said blankly, "So I really wanted to remove your file from the candidates. Now that you have succeeded, I regret it original decision."

"Sir, I—"

"Stop making excuses." Eden said coldly, "I had already heard everything when I came here, and you have no direct evidence at all. You just arrested one of my capable agents based on unfounded guesses."

"I don't care about losing my job, I just want to find out the truth—" Toland said, looking Eden straight in the eyes, "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't just let her go like this."

"This is out of your control," Eden said. "This case is not ours, and certainly not yours—or that friend of yours."

"What does that mean?" Toland asked in surprise, "I remember this case should be taken over by the Nevada Bureau of Investigation."

"It's bau's case now," said another voice.

Fiona looked towards the door in surprise.

Reid was standing at the door, watching them calmly.

"—Spencer?" Fiona asked in surprise.

Reid immediately smiled at Fiona, "It's time to get out of here, Fiona."

The author has something to say: believe that I can really write abuse and you will lose. . _(:3∠)_Never know how to abuse.

In addition, this chapter is a bit cheating, please ignore the place that violates the American judicial system. .