[Comprehensive British and American] Vector of love

The blue outside the window reminded Rhett of Trista's eyes.Her green eyes are shining brightly, a beauty that cannot be captured by any photographic equipment.

The captain's voice was heard in the cabin, and he reminded the passengers that their destination was coming soon.

Red's seat belt is always on, and even he never knows when he will encounter turbulence.

Walking out of the gate of the airport, the dry heat blows in your face.Reid found the person who came to pick him up, and without any rest, he directly pointed to the coast to take a look.

"It's a private property, but after the earthquake last year, many walls collapsed. No one repaired it, and the locals said it was haunted there." The connector was named Chris, and he looked even bigger than Morgan. .He used to be the FBI, and he was old friends with Morgan.Because of a disagreement with his boss over the handling of a case, he resigned and began to travel around the world.He happened to be in Chile, so he simply used his identity as a tourist to investigate with Reid.

"Generally speaking, most of the haunted places in urban legends are scaring themselves or boasting that they are ready to be used as tourist attractions, and a small part may contain research institutions or garrisons that need to be kept secret. But in the Internet age , There are fewer and fewer such places, after all, there are far more fools who are not afraid of death." The first thing that happened in Rhett was the Dyatlov incident in Russia, where nine climbers died strangely , Many people believe that it is the work of aliens and mysterious forces.But according to Reid's own analysis, he felt that these people should have been tortured and killed after accidentally breaking into the restricted area.

In violent institutions, serial killers far outnumber the general population.War is a carnival for serial killers, and the military is the best place to hide.

"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out if we go and have a look." Chris directly drove through a layer of tattered barbed wire, completely ignoring the sign that said "Private Territory, Do Not Trespass".

Rhett quickly pulled the handle on the car door, he didn't want to be thrown out by the broken jeep.

Because there was only one 6.2-magnitude earthquake last year, the road was bumpy and the road conditions were bad.But Chris was very happy, and the car was about to fly.

Walking along the only road, after about twenty minutes, they came to a cliff near the coast.There is a very beautiful villa on the cliff, but because of the earthquake, it has completely collapsed.The garden and nearby landscaping are also in a mess, and it looks like no one has been here for a long time.

Rhett looked towards the seaside, and sure enough this was the place in Trista's dream.He got out of the car and walked around the side of the villa, "Judging from the plants on the floor tiles, the building should have collapsed during the earthquake. And since then, no one has come to repair it, so it's just abandoned. "

"It really is King Chad, rich." Chris followed Rhett to the back of the villa, where there is also a garden with a greenhouse in the garden.Although all the glass is broken, the frame is still there.

When Rhett looked up, he saw countless succulents growing wildly.These succulents are extremely cute and petite when they are raised in flower pots, but once they fall to the ground, they will spread and become carpets of flowers one by one. "This King Chad, how is his physique and strength?"

"I don't know, in fact, very few people have seen him. Because his father died in a conspiracy, he was very careful, and that's why he put most of his business on the dark web. But he must have an army around him I'm protecting him, not to mention you and me, even the SEALs may not be able to get close." Chris shook his head, unless the White House wanted to eliminate this character, there was really nothing he could do about it.

Rhett didn't speak, he walked to the succulent plant, picked one from it, and put it in his bag.

***

"What did you say?" Trista raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

He has black hair, black eyes and white skin, and he looks like a mix of Central American and Caucasian.Although his appearance is quite handsome, there is no smile in his pair of black eyes, which can only make people feel extremely scared.

She is very familiar with this man's face, she has seen it in dreams and in reality.

"I'm your father, Trista." Chad pulled Trista out of the coffin, and he directly picked her up and walked outside.

The blinding sun blinded Trista, but she heard the helicopter.Regardless of the damage to her eyes, she opened her eyelids with great effort and looked at the surrounding environment.

The place where she is is really a cemetery, and it looks far away from the city, in a wilderness.The building they walked out of looked like a warehouse, and she didn't need to speculate, she knew that there must be coffins inside.

"You're quiet." On the plane, Chad sat next to Trista and helped her fasten her seat belt.

Trista turned her head to look at him, feeling that under such a gentle behavior, there must be some terrible thoughts hidden, "My father is Harold, not you."

"Harold told you so?" Chad laughed, his eyes full of disdain. "He is really shameless. What he can't get, he just fills it with fantasy."

"What are you talking about?" Trista squinted, watching Chad carefully.

Although the hair color and eye color of the two are completely different, in terms of genetics, this does not completely determine the relationship between the two.Although she had never cared whether Finch was her biological father, at this moment she really didn't want to have anything to do with the man in front of her.

"It seems that Harold hasn't told you many things, so let me tell you." Chad helped Trista put on the earphones, and he didn't want her to miss any messages.

Chad's story is the same outline as Finch's, both Ivy League alumni who met through a joint class.But in his story, Claire loves him.Brady fails to meddle in their relationship and lets his fraternity friend rape Claire.

While talking, Chad rolled up his sleeves. There was a big scar on his right hand, which spread from fingertips to elbows, "His group of friends not only humiliated Claire, but also wanted to kill me .I was like Clare, I loved to draw. They broke the nerve in my hand, so I can't pick up the brush again."

Trista took his hand boldly, watching him carefully as he took the scar.He was right, according to the degree of disability, there is no way to paint anymore.

"Because my father is an arms dealer, he has always wandered on the fringes of society. He wants me to be a normal person. But that is impossible. As his son, my fate is doomed from birth. I I was very decadent until I met Claire, she was like my sunshine, illuminating my life. Because Brady's identity and social status are far better than mine, I decided to let go after suffering for a long time. But I never thought that he would hurt Claire." When Chad said something, his eyes were still cold, as if his emotions would no longer fluctuate for anything, "After I took Claire away, Bu Leddy tricked Harold and tried to trick Claire back. But Claire loved me, and she came back to me and got pregnant with you."

"Then why haven't you come to meet me for so many years?" Trista was dubious about his story. The only person she had contact with was Finch. She couldn't even talk about knowing him, so she could judge There are so few clues.

"As I said, my destiny was determined at birth, and I don't want you to repeat my mistakes. Now that Brady and Harold think their plan has succeeded, I will do everything I can to make you look like a Ordinary children, who grew up in New York. If BAU hadn’t put you in danger time and time again, I wouldn’t have come to you.” At this moment, Chad’s eyes were a little excited, and he held Cui Star's shoulder, said with a sob.

"What about my mother?" Trista asked the most critical question. In her dream, Claire was not doing so well, and she seemed to be running away.And the dread she had felt the first time she met Chad in Princeton was exactly the same as in the dream.

She has always trusted her instincts, and although there is truth in his stories, she doesn't trust him as a person.

He would hurt him, like he hurt Claire.

"I'll take you to see her." Chad just finished speaking, and the plane landed.

Trista looked out and saw that this was a small airport on the outskirts of the Special Economic Zone, most of which were used by the private jets of the rich and powerful.She has never been here before, but she knows the various routes and facilities nearby.

And it's still very lively here. It's the peak of the spring break recently, and there are a lot of rich people who go out to travel.

There were only four people in the helicopter now, the pilot, the co-pilot, and she and Chad.If she wanted to call for help or run away, this was the best time to do so.

But his last sentence made Trista care too much.Harold told her that her mother was dead.Now she regrets why she didn't ask for more details.

Now she didn't know whether Harold was telling the truth, or if he didn't want her to know too much cruel truth and deceived her.

It's not impossible that Claire is still alive, and there's a very good chance she's with Chad.

He dug the pit, and the truth was at the bottom of the pit. Trista was conflicted about whether to jump in and take a look.

She knew that once she entered, she would probably disappear like Claire.The mystery in my heart is solved, but what should Rhett do?