tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

After eating the lemon meringue, Fiona stood up to leave.But she was caught by a picture hanging on the wall.

It was a photo of her and jeff when they were at Scotland Yard.

Emily in the photo is tall and tall, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and trousers, a neutral dress.Jeff standing next to her is grinning smirkly at the camera.

"That's my old partner." Jeff said standing behind Fiona, "the one who died in that explosion."

Fiona didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I've always hung this picture, it reminds me every day not to forget about that." Jeff sighed, "I owe her that. If I had stopped her in time, maybe she wouldn't have— "

"Don't be stupid, it's not your fault." Fiona said immediately.

Jeff looked at her confused.

"Sorry." Fiona turned her head to look at herself in the photo, and whispered, "...I mean, it's time to forget about the past."

- It's time to look forward.

She should say goodbye to this girl in the picture.Because she is no longer emilytsui.Now she is just Fiona.

"I think you're right." Jeff said with a smile, "but I don't want to take this photo down just yet." He suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I'm sorry For you to hear these terrible things."

"It's okay." Fiona said calmly.

"But you kind of remind me of her." Jeff frowned and said, "I don't know why, obviously you don't look alike at all."

"It really doesn't look like it."

"But don't get me wrong, you two are beautiful girls." Jeff quickly explained.

Fiona suddenly laughed.

Later, Jeff insisted on driving Fiona to the hotel.

Fiona had no choice but to agree.

"My car is in a repair shop not far from here," he said. "I took it in for repainting two days ago. But I can be back in a quarter of an hour. The owner and I are good friends. I have the keys to his garage."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Fiona spread her hands and said with a smile.

Afterwards, Fiona returned to the living room.She sat down on the sofa and started watching the news with Mrs. Martin.

A piece of news on TV suddenly caught Fiona's attention.

"...an anonymous letter was sent to the London Journal this afternoon, from an admirer, according to the police, of the serial murderer. The letter expressed contempt for the police and respect for the murderer. Crazy worship. The relevant personnel of the newspaper said that the letter also stated that they would launch retaliatory actions against the police. The police issued a statement that they would investigate all similar letters..."

At this time, Mrs. Martin suddenly covered her mouth and let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong with you?" Fiona asked.

"I also received a letter this afternoon." Mrs. Martin said palely, "I thought it was a prank...but—"

"What letter?"

Mrs. Martin immediately took the letter out of the drawer and handed it to Fiona.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid." Mrs. Martin said.

There was only one short sentence in the letter.

"I'll finish the unfinished business for him."

A small letter j was also signed at the end of the letter.

Fiona's heart beat wildly.That little letter looked like a sign of death to her at the moment.

Of course she remembered the letter. Every time that person finished a crime, he would engrave the letter j on the body of the deceased.This incident has been hyped up in the media, they even think that this is the initials of Jack the Ripper, but in fact it may just be the initials of the murderer's own name (Jason).

That is to say, it is likely that this letter, like the one sent to the London Daily, was sent by those same crazy admirers.

Fiona glanced down at her watch. Jeff has been away from home for almost half an hour.She immediately dialed Jeff's cell phone, but no one answered.She suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Mrs. Martin was probably startled by Fiona's appearance, "What's going on?"

"Tell me where that car repair shop is?" Fiona asked eagerly.

Mrs. Martin pointed a way.

Fiona picked up her coat and hurried to the door.

"Call 911—I mean 999," she said, turning to Mrs. Martin. "Give them that letter."

"I see." Mrs. Martin said, clutching her chest.

Fiona took a deep breath, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left Martin's house quickly.

She kept calling Jeff's cell phone all the way.

She rushed to the auto repair shop in no time.Everything looked as though it was safe and sound.

The garage door of the auto repair shop was open.

At this time, Fiona suddenly saw Jeff leaning out of the gate and waving at her, "Hey, Fiona! Sorry to keep you waiting. My car door got stuck for some reason just now-but don't worry, I've already nailed it."

Fiona breathed a sigh of relief, "You didn't answer my call just now."

Jeff immediately took out his phone and took a look.

"Sorry, my phone is on silent mode." He shrugged and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get out of the car." He opened the door as he spoke.

Fiona subconsciously dodged to the side to clear the lane for him.

What happened next happened so quickly that Fiona didn't even have time to scream.

When jeff had just turned his car key and put his foot on the gas, the small bomb planted in his car's engine was activated.

The scorching waves came straight towards Fiona with the sound of a huge explosion.She was thrown to the ground, and there was a continuous buzzing in her ears.There were shards of glass in her face, one eye was burning with pain, and a viscous liquid ran down her cheek.

She climbed up with difficulty, gritted her teeth, and walked precariously towards the garage that had become ruins. Jeff's car was burning, and black smoke billowed from the now-gone windows, making her cough.

Then she saw jeff martin in the car.

--He is dead.

And the sight made her legs go weak.

She had seen many crime scenes bloodier than this one, but none of them made her feel so hopeless.

Her legs softened and she fell to her knees, and the scene in front of her eyes began to become blurred.Her right hand was propped on the ground, and the palm of her hand was pierced by glass shards, but she didn't seem to feel any pain at all.The explosion left her dizzy, and the ringing in her ears still hasn't completely gone away.She shook her head desperately, trying to keep herself awake.

"Oh, God!" she heard someone scream behind her. "Did you see that explosion just now—"

"Call an ambulance!" cried another voice.

At this moment, Fiona's cell phone rang suddenly.

With her uninjured left hand, she took out the phone with difficulty and pressed the answer button.

Then she heard Reid's voice, which seemed to come from very far away.

"Hey Fiona... I called you just now and I couldn't get through..."

Fiona panted heavily and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Fiona?" Reid called her name. "Are you okay, Fiona?"

"...spencer." She covered her forehead with her bleeding right hand and choked out a sob, "he's dead."

"Who died?" Reid asked in surprise, "What happened to you? What happened?"

But again Fiona was speechless.

"Are you crying?" Reid asked.

Fiona suddenly felt that the wound on her cheek was burning hot.Hot liquid was flowing down the wound, I don't know if it was tears or blood.

"Spencer," she said, barely recognizing her own voice, "...it's all my fault. Jeff died. And this time, it's because of me..."

Having said that, her mobile phone slipped from her palm and fell to the ground.

She stood up precariously.

The ambulance has arrived now.Several emergency personnel hurriedly got out of the car with a stretcher.

"Are you all right ma'am?" one of them asked, holding Fiona up.

Fiona shook her head mechanically.They then helped her lie down on a stretcher.

"What's your name, ma'am?" the paramedic asked.

Fiona turned her head and fixed the focus on the woman's face.

"Emily..." she said hoarsely, "Emilytsui."

"Well, Ms. Tsui, stay awake and listen to my voice..."

Fiona's eyes kept looking in the direction of the garage until the ambulance door was shut tightly.

In a hospital in London, Fiona is being examined.

"——only a very slight concussion and a little trauma." The female doctor smiled and said to Fiona, "You will recover soon, Miss Tsui. But this is your name?" The doctor looked at her with a frown Benzi, "Your passport says the name is - fionamars."

"Yes, Fionamars is right." Fiona said immediately.

"Okay, Miss Mars." The doctor said, "Although your injury is not serious, we still recommend that you stay in the hospital for observation for one night. And the wound on your face has been treated, but if you don't want to stay With scars, you'd better—"

"Where's the guy with me?" Fiona cut her off.

"Which one?"

"The guy in that Toyota."

"Oh—is he your friend?" the female doctor sighed, "I'm sorry, he was dead when the emergency personnel arrived."

"I see." Fiona said calmly.

But her heart was not peaceful at all.

She had never felt this bad in her life, not even when she was shot.

Once again she saw her good friend die in front of her.She thought it was enough to go through this experience once, but she didn't expect it to happen again.But she couldn't cry at all.

She lay on the hospital bed and experienced a long night.

During this time her mobile phone was out of battery and she did not bring a charger.She was lying on the hospital bed in a daze, thinking that maybe Reid would call her, and on the other hand, she kept replaying the explosion that happened not long ago in her mind, and it completely overlapped with the one she remembered. together, and this delicately and vividly constituted a nightmare that lasted the whole night.

She left the hospital the next morning.She went to Martin's house once, but found that Mrs. Martin was not at home.She stopped at the door for a while.She looked at her reflection on the glass door—pale, weak, powerless.She suddenly felt helpless, mixed with a tinge of self-loathing.

"Do you have anything to do with their family?" A voice suddenly asked.

Fiona turned to look at the woman pushing the stroller.The woman was smiling and looking at her friendly.

"Nothing," she whispered.

Even if she saw Mrs. Martin, what could she say?Is she sorry?

Cheap sympathy isn't what a poor mother who just lost her son needs most of all.What's more, to Mrs. Martin, Fiona is just a stranger who only had a meal with her.

Fiona convinced herself, turned and left there.She knew that maybe she was just afraid of facing Mrs. Martin.

Nine hours later, the plane finally landed at Atlanta Airport.She walked out of the waiting hall with heavy steps.The light of the setting sun blinded her for a while.She squinted her eyes and raised her bandaged hand to block the sun.

"Fiona." A familiar voice called her name from behind her.

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