[CM] THE CASE

Religion is the best armor and the worst cloak in the world. - Tofull

The woman wrapped her knit cardigan tightly, which made her look like a bony dead branch.Her blond hair was dull and dull, and there was a bitter anger on her haggard face.

The man in a suit and leather shoes patiently said to the child, "Spencer, you should go back to your room first."

The woman raised her chin, trying to make herself stronger: "Don't treat him like a child."

"I don't want to discuss it in front of him."

Wearing a pair of big glasses, the little Spencer Reid said solemnly: "According to statistics, children in two-parent families get three years more education than those in single-parent families."

"We're not statisticians, Spencer," the man said.He was stuffing his things into the suitcase, indifferent to what his son said - he was probably tired of it.

Reid shut his mouth and turned to look at his mother.

The haggard mother said in vain: "I'm not crazy."

"If you're not willing to take good care of yourself, I can't help you."

"I can take care of myself."

The man suddenly asked an unrelated question: "What day is it today?"

Mother couldn't answer, she didn't know.

With an "I knew it" expression, my father began to unzip the suitcase.

"It's not fair," said the mother irritably.

"I can't help it, Diana." Father picked up the bag.

"Then you can take Spencer."

His father gave him a look, and Reid couldn't tell what that look conveyed.

"do not do that."

The mother seemed to want to scold him, but as a professor of literature, she really couldn't accept the obscene and vulgar words slipping off her tongue, so she said viciously: "You are so weak!"

The man said frankly to this slander: "You are right."

Then just left with the bag and he didn't even say goodbye.

Mother seemed to be very angry.

Reid's intelligence far surpasses that of his peers. Although he is sensitive in the world, he is not as proficient as an adult.The moment his father turned around, he suddenly realized that the mainstay of the family might have fallen on his shoulders.

At that time, he didn't know anything when he was young, and he just innocently said to his mother: "I am not weak."

The mother smiled and sighed, leaning over and hugging him.

Reid hesitated for a moment, then reached out and hugged her back.

Women are still too tall for him, which makes it very difficult for children.But suddenly, he swelled up like a water-absorbing sponge, and the person in his arms was still thin, but no longer as slender as a woman.

Reid lowered his head dully, realizing that the person he was holding was not his mother, but Griffith.

This is their first and only hug.

Griffith cried for a long time that day, so long that everyone passing them gave strange looks. Reid's shirt was already wet, but he wasn't willing to let go of Griffith so easily.

It was the last thing he could do.

Gideon said that Reid likes to help others. In addition to being kind, he is more to compensate for his incomplete personality-he has been abandoned by his father, his mother cannot protect him, and he suffers from campus bullying... During his growth During the process, his superior intelligence brought him less pain than happiness, which kept him in the swamp of powerlessness all the time. He needed to gain a sense of strength from the process of helping to prove that the childhood "I am not weak" was not Empty talk is empty.

Griffith's shudder came back unreservedly through Reid's hand on his back, and Reid couldn't do anything about it - he couldn't understand what Griffith said.

"I can't help him," Reid thought in the upside-down world.

At this time, a huge force grabbed his spirit and abruptly pulled him back from the chaotic chaos to reality.

He was still in that dim, rough cabin.

Hankle stood behind him at some point, and asked meanly: "Aren't you weak? I don't care if you're weak or not! Shout out whatever you want, anyway, no one can hear you here!"

"Morphinone and meth are mixed together, this kid is really bold to take drugs."

"You heard him say that Tobias Hankle is desperately trying to avoid reality." JJ said, "Living in that environment, this is his only choice."

Emily held the steering wheel firmly and remained silent.

The harm of mixed drugs is far greater than that of a single drug. If you do not pay attention to the dosage, it will be fatal.

Is this child really in such pain?

They quickly returned to Hankle's home, where they were accompanied by three police cars.Their dutiful detective got out of the car and told Morgan that Tobias Hankle's father, Charles Hankle, had indeed died six months earlier.

"That's his stimulus," Morgan affirmed. "We'll just have to find out what's changed in his life in the last six months."

"I found this." Griffith rubbed his eyes and handed over an open diary, "Two months ago, Tobias wrote down his father begging him to kill him so that he could die painlessly... Weird, isn't it?" ?”

"Yes, because his father has been dead for four months, he can't kill the same person twice." Hotch held up another diary, "This is Charles' handwriting, if my deduction is correct, a personality of Tobias It was his father—Charles Hankle."

"What about Raphael?" the detective asked.

"Raphael is not a human name, but an angel's name." Gideon said, "Angels, they don't care about life and death, they have no feelings, and they are the embodiment of Tobias' code of conduct."

"If that's the case, then everything can be explained." Griffith exhaled, "Tobias is the one who obeys, because he can't resist his father, and Raphael is the enforcer, which allows Tobias to escape guilt to a certain extent, to protect themselves."

"Charles Hankle should be the one to make the decision. We need to test him." Hotch ordered, "Morgan, let Garcia check to see if there are any relevant clues."

Morgan responded.

The detective wanted to help clear the table, but Griffith refused.He had just picked up a copy of Tobias' diary, and the detective frowned: "Isn't it for Charles Hankle to take a test?"

Griffith said solemnly: "Yes, but Tobias is also an angle. In Charles' life, Tobias is his closest person, that is to say, Tobias is the person who knows Charles best. And Charles' diaries are mostly about religion, Tobias will help us by recording Charles' actions and words."

Gideon shot him a look, then shook his head at the detective.

Only Hotch knew what he was looking for.

"That's the hound." Griffith's pale face seemed to come to mind, "If they go hunting, there will be a cabin in the woods, very secluded. If I were Hankle, I would take Reid to this kind of place."

"But you can't be sure."

"Of course," Griffith said, "I don't have proof, it's just speculation...but I want to try."

"I'm not going to focus the team's investigation on that," Hotch said grimly.

Griffith looked a little disappointed.

Then, Hotch said suggestively: "However, I can't restrain my behavior."

Griffith's eyes lit up. "Okay, sir."

That's why Griffith looked like he was going to die from overwork any moment.

His whole body seemed to be glued to the chair, and his head was bit by bit, as if it would soon fall into the notebook in his hand.

Until Morgan yelled, Griffith's neck "cracked", probably twisted quite a bit.But no one bothered to pay attention to his neck, including Griffith himself.

Garcia's ten fingers barely left the keyboard. She tried to track down the murderer in every way she could think of. The several monitors above her head all showed the same picture - Reid.

Griffith gripped the edge of the table sharply.

The day after Reid disappeared, they finally got to see him.

JJ anxiously said: "He was beaten? Can you track him down?"

"He only puts this video on this computer, and the IP address changes every 10 minutes, so I can't lock it."

Gideon: "He knows we're at his house, he's showing us."

Morgan took a deep breath. "I'm going to screw his head off and kick him like a ball."

Outside the screen, a low, sullen male voice said: "I will give you a chance, choose one person to die, and I will let one person live."

Reid shook his head: "No."

Then they heard heavy footsteps: "I thought you wanted to be the savior."

"You're a sadist and a psychopath." Reid's voice was so small that Garcia had to turn it up. "You're not going to stop killing people. You're telling lies."

The word "lie" seemed to offend him, Hankle was silent for a while, and said: "The other heretics are watching, choose a sinner to die, and I will tell them the name and address of the survivor."

"I don't choose who gets killed, you leave their remains like a poacher."

This completely pissed off Hankle.The split personality grabbed Reid's skirt and pulled Reid up: "You can really see through people's thoughts? Then you can't see that I'm not a liar?!"

Morgan looked like he wanted to get into the screen and beat the guy up, his knuckles crackling.

"Choose one person to die and one person to live, otherwise they will all die!"

Gideon frowned deeply.

Reid's weak voice sounded: "I choose who will live."

Hankle snorted, very disdainful of Reid's request: "They're all the same, sinful."

"The one on the far right screen." Reid said, looking up at Hankle secretly.

Hankle didn't pay attention: "4913 MarilynDavid Walnut Creek Road."

Gideon called her and the screen quickly went black. When Hankle turned back again, all emotions seemed to be washed away by detergent.

Reid was refreshed: "Raphael?"

Hankle—or Raphael said coldly: "You have completed your task, now it's my turn."