[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

Author: get out

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Although Annabelle is a pseudo-five-dimensional creature, she can analyze a crime scene two months ago and predict the trajectory of a bullet within 2 minutes, but the only person who wants to kill her in this life is an abnormal creature that she has never met before. but.

From her parents to her elder brother, they are all in the state of Schrödinger's cat, so Annabelle has no choice but to hug the FBI's thigh to teach forensic identification in the college, and to be a consultant for the identification department by the way.

Life is eating and drinking and crime scenes.

Until the resident at the opposite door was replaced by her colleague when she was a consultant.

1. Criminal Minds + Human Devil Trilogy, the latter refers to novels, not American dramas or movies, the heroine is the daughter of Will and Molly in the Red Dragon period, the two disappeared after Hannibal

2. CP delicious uncle, brainless little sweet article, OOC probably exists

3. There were not many manuscripts for the full text, but as a result, several cases were brought up while re-reading the CM, but there were still not many cases.

4. The spiritual food for too much exam pressure, write and write casually as soon as you leave, maybe you will come back and change it, but at this time I have to go back and continue to write another long article

Content tags: British and American dramas

Search keywords: Protagonist: Annabelle Graham, Aaron Hotchner┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

Chapter 1

There is no holiday in the world that Annabelle hates more than Thanksgiving.Anyone who wakes up to find their whole family missing will never enjoy the holiday again.

What followed from that mysterious incident was a riotous farce. The 911 responders kindly tried to convince Annabelle that she forgot about her family's outing and overslept.

Annabelle grimaced and growled internally.

Do you think this is playing Home Alone?She is 15 years old and not five years old, can't she even figure out this kind of thing?

Moreover, their family and her only have two children, how careless it is to lose half of them, and they still haven't noticed?

Then Annabelle sat in the police station for more than two hours before someone gave her a statement.Halfway through the transcript, it was interrupted by the FBI who broke in suddenly.A group of big men in neat suits carried her away like a chick.

Look, this plot development should be called acting in a movie, right?

Annabelle was nearly driven insane by a series of divine developments in one day.Everyone acted like they knew what happened, but they just refused to tell her, and they looked like they were all for your own good.

If Annabelle hadn't seen any signs of struggle and intrusion in the house, it seemed that they all left under prepared conditions, she would never have entered the FBI's protective custody obediently.

But what kind of witness protection in this world would separate parents from children?

God knew, Annabelle didn't know anyway.It took her a long time to realize that it all had something to do with the birthday present she received every year.

There are many kinds of things, and greeting cards are always expensive and exquisite.The smell of the perfume is different every time, only the top note of ambergris remains the same.

Later, Jack Crawford, who was in charge of related cases, died of a stroke, and the FBI's funds were cut. Annabelle entered the FBI Academy from a good start, and became a lecturer by virtue of forensic methods that did not match the style of ordinary people.

Kinematics, traces, and forensics, Annabelle can see the whole process of the murderer from entering the room to exiting from the splatter marks and disturbed furnishings in the room, as clearly as seeing it with her own eyes.

They say it's a genetic gift.

Annabelle recalled the bits and pieces her father showed in between drinking, and all she could say was that you guys really don't know anything about power.

Memories are so long to make excuses for the next behavior.She really did her best not to go out on Thanksgiving.

Once again neatly listing the inspection results in the folder, Annabelle almost counted the hands on the clock until there was a slight movement from the corridor.She immediately ran to the door, opened a crack and stuck her head out.

"AgentHotchner?" Annabelle was taken aback by the hoarse voice she had been up all night, but tried to be as calm as possible.

"Is something wrong?" Hotchner, with a straight face, seemed more energetic than her for some reason, although Annabelle knew he must not go to bed too early.

So Annabelle passed the folder in her hand through the door, "Can you help me take this to the headquarters? I think this is the evidence in your BAU case. I'm sorry, but I really can't do it today go out."

Hotch's serious expression looked a little surprised for a moment? "You work for the FBI?"

So she, a student who graduated with full marks in fighting and shooting classes, actually looks weak?

"Well, I mainly take classes in the college, and sometimes I also work as a consultant for the forensics department?" Annabelle didn't know why she had to ask a question.She was just terribly sleepy, holding on to the door and feeling stupid.

If it wasn't for yesterday's technician who accidentally messed up the chain of evidence, it wouldn't be her turn to toss the whole night.

But since she stayed up all night, Annabelle could only pray that she would sleep through the day without having to think in any way about that panic-stricken morning and the chaotic day that followed.

Why is this group of carbon-based creatures so enthusiastic about the entire revolution of the earth around the sun, insisting on recreating the last node with the same decoration?

"Are you doing forensics at home?" Hotch raised his eyebrows slightly, even if he questioned, he seemed calm.

Her intuition made Annabelle shake her head as quickly as she did when facing the principal of a high school, "No, I didn't bring back the physical evidence, I was just looking for relevant information." It was very sour to look through the illustrated book for a whole night.

Falling into a brief silence, Hotch's expression became unreadable again, "Thank you. I'll go first."

With a small wave of her hand, Annabelle quickly retreated into the door like a plant afraid of light.

On Thanksgiving Day, Annabelle managed not to die at home, packed up and put herself together and continued to teach the FBI students.It was predictable that he was scolded to death by the supervisor of the forensic department because he directly threw the evidence to other departments, especially the team leaders of other departments.

Anyway, if you don't want to go out, if you have the ability to hit me, you can't beat me if you want to.

The idea of ​​taking a short vacation before the end of the term is simply a dog, even for students who are very nervous about these courses, it will have a big impact.

Most of them already have some crime-related work experience before entering here. Annabelle was like a clueless kid with no authority in front of them, but it didn't matter.She can pass their class as long as she can.

At first, she felt that no matter whether it was experience or talent, nothing could compare to a clear brain.It turned out that for most people, it would be nice not to mess with the forensic department.

"I know I've said it a thousand times, it's the strength of the wrist. But you'll only get it if you practice."

The problem with the foundational class is that it is required regardless of whether the job intent is related to forensics. Annabelle looked at the two groups of people whose progress was almost completely different, and just wanted to rub her forehead.

"Dr. G, have you ever handled a serial killer case?" asked a student who asked her to check the fingerprints.

"You've snatched Agent Rossi's auditorium again, right?" Annabelle checked the inky black under the light, and asked without raising her head, "Do you think their work is particularly cool?"

"Compared to this, isn't it?" These students were basically about her age, so they were blunt.

"Oh. It's barely enough for manual identification at this level, but it's too vague to enter into the database." Annabelle shook his fingerprint post, not caring.

It's really no surprise that she's been here much longer than them.

Another student with better appraisal scores couldn't help asking Annabelle, "Why do you like this job?"

"Because you don't need to clean up the opposing lawyer in court to convince others." Annabelle shrugged briskly.

The people around laughed.They have all heard the scene where Agent Hotchner picked out the lawyer's horse betting in court, and it is still an anecdote.

Of course Annabelle also thinks this trick is cool.

But for her, physical evidence has always been much more reliable than personal evidence.Usually, at least, they don't turn around and run.

Everyone who finally finished the forensics class saw Annabelle again later in the shooting class.Everyone stalked and reacted quickly, complaining that she didn't tell them in advance.

Annabelle said she couldn't hear anything with the earmuffs on.Usually lecturers have field work in addition to teaching, and she has been a professional substitute for shooting and fighting for 30 years, which is not news.

Chapter 2

After meeting at Thanksgiving, Annabelle sees again