[Comprehensive British and American] Vector of love

Trista was wearing a white dress. She was a little strange. She usually dressed in a very casual style. How could she suddenly fall in love with this fairy style now?

She turned her head and looked out the window, the blue sea was bluer than the sky.

This time she was not standing on the edge of a cliff, but in the interior of a big house.

At hand is an exquisitely crafted wrought iron railing inlaid with enamel and mother-of-pearl.At the foot are steps paved with marble and mosaics, winding up.

The hall she was in was very large, and there was no problem in holding a small dance.

Holding on to the railing, she slowly walked up the steps.

There is another large hall on the second floor, with endless corridors on both sides.The hallway is covered with Van Gogh-style wallpaper, colorful and gold threaded.

There will be a famous painting every 1.5 meters on the wall, with paintings of various styles and periods.

Trista took a closer look, and she realized that the paintings were genuine, not copies.

How can you be so rich!

Even for the Mansbridge family, these famous paintings should be stored in a closed space with constant temperature and humidity and stable ultraviolet rays, and they are reluctant to display them to avoid accelerating the discoloration of the pigments.

"Honey, how was your day?"

At this time, a man's voice sounded, very low and hoarse, not the natural one, but a voice made when he was exhausted.

She turned her head to see who that person was, but at this moment, she woke up.

After hastily turning on the light, Trista realized that she was no longer in New York.She got up from a two-meter-wide bed, opened the curtains, and looked out the window.

There is no blue sea, only a bright orange sky.

It has been more than a month since she moved to Washington, DC. After "acquainting" with Finch, he said that he is a very private person, so he doesn't want the outside world to know that he has a daughter.He gave Trista a card and told her that she could choose any state in the country to live in, but she couldn't stay in New York.Because his business scope covers the entire New York City, if he bumps into her, it may be more troublesome.

Trista didn't ask specifically, because she never thought Finch was her father.After taking the card, she looked at a map of the United States and chose Washington, DC.

It happened that Finch had a house here, which was built like a Victorian villa.It covers an area of ​​more than 1000 square meters, and there are two acres of land around it.

The interior decoration is modern, and there are no precious collections.Everywhere looks new, as if no one has ever lived in it.Home appliances and some furniture were bought with Finch's card after Trista arrived, otherwise she would have no way to live.

Moreover, she was forced to learn to drive. When she was in New York, she used to take the subway and take a taxi when she went out, so she never thought about driving by herself.But it's different here. It's not always possible to see people if you go out for an hour.

At first, Trista was not used to it. After all, she grew up in a big city and didn't like being so deserted.But when she bought some ancient books casually online and came back to restore them, she felt much more comfortable.

Finch is really rich, and these ancient books are worth tens of thousands of dollars.After swiping the card by himself, he didn't even call to ask.

In this case, Trista can use the money with peace of mind and devote herself to her hobbies.

Although her current life is peaceful, she is always troubled by that dream, making her uneasy.And it's really too remote here, and takeaway Chinese food can't be delivered.

"I want to change houses, I want to live in the city!" Trista called Finch and protested.

"Okay, I'll help you arrange it." Finch didn't ask anything, and agreed to him directly.

A week later, she moved into a house in the center of the District.The residence stands on the banks of the Potomac River, surrounded by dozens of cherry blossom trees.It's a pity that it is already early summer, and the cherry blossoms have already withered.

Trista walked into the big house, and she found that it was almost brand new, absolutely no one had ever lived in it.All the decoration and design inside are ultra-modern, and the furniture and electrical appliances are almost the latest models.The design of the whole house is also modern style, very simple, but the lighting and space are very good.

After staying here, Trista stopped being immersed in antiques, and she became more and more curious about Finch's identity.And for her, digging out the person behind Finch is what she needs to care about most now.

"Is there any way to get me into the FBI?" Trista called Finch again, this time he answered a little slower, not knowing what he was busy with.

"What do you want to do?" Finch did not directly agree, but raised his own questions.Of course, since he was her "father", when the daughter asked questions about the Arabian Nights, she naturally wanted to ask them.

"I just worked with BAU once last time. I think it's very interesting. I want to develop in that area. I'm also a person who has studied criminal psychology, and if necessary, I can immediately study trace science, forensic science and so on. Yes." Reading is not a problem for Trista at all, the key is not to let her analyze people's hearts, she doesn't like to spy on the dark.

"I'll find a way." Finch took off his glasses and rubbed the center of his brows. He didn't expect this "daughter" to be such a headache. He would rather have her smoke, get tattooed, drink, and race cars.

"What's wrong with your daughter?" Riise looked at Finch like this, but the corners of his mouth were tightened, obviously holding back a smile.It's hilarious for someone so private to be distracted by a daughter who appears out of nowhere.

"She wants to join the FBI." Finch put on his glasses again, already planning in his mind.

"I can teach her marksmanship." Reese raised his eyebrows. He also met Trista once, and thought she should be a good talent.

"Impossible." Finch shook his head, he left the library and returned to his real residence.Then he changed another cell phone and made a call, "Trista wants to join the FBI, do you have any opinions?"

***

Rhett wraps up his day's work, a case to be exact.Flying back from the west coast early this morning, I didn't arrive in Quantico until eight in the morning.

It just so happened that today was the weekend again, and everyone hurried home with their luggage to accompany their families, fearing that something might happen again, they were called back.

Rhett wasn't bothered like that, he wasn't sleepy at all.Taking advantage of the whole day left today, he went to the Library of Congress.

The Library of Congress in Washington is the largest library in the world. To enter the reading area here, you must have a special library card.After all, Reid is an agent of the FBI, and it is relatively easy to obtain such a certificate.

After taking a few books on archeology, he found a place to sit down, turned on the desk lamp in front of him, and quickly flipped through them.He reads books extremely fast, and the sound of flipping books will obviously affect the people around him.Therefore, the location he chose was also in a relatively corner, where the sound transmission was relatively unfavorable.

When he finished reading these books and was about to change another batch, he suddenly found that someone sat down across from him.

When he was wondering if he should continue to change seats, he suddenly found that person looking at him.

"Hi, Dr. Rhett!"