[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

Witness protection program with brother, do you really think they're still alive? ".

Too formal "I'm sorry" face.

Annabelle closed her eyes and let out a long breath, "I want to get angry with you, but I know what you said is right. I'm afraid that just considering Will's body won't last these years." Don't look at Hotch, Anna He lowered his head and stared at the carpet, "Have you heard of Schrödinger's cat?"

She was hoping desperately.

It is rare for Hotch to be at a loss for this topic change.He was about to say something when Anna's cell phone in her coat pocket rang.

To be honest, her first reaction was that Hotch's phone was ringing, because that's how it usually happens.

"Annabelle Graham." Subconsciously glanced at Hotch before Anna answered the phone.

Well, in fact, this scene is quite common for her.Because no one can do what she does.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Annabelle looked at the little dress she was wearing, "No, it's still 15 minutes." Then she shook her head and hung up the phone.

By this time Hotch had stood up and helped her unzip her back, "urgent case?"

"Uh huh, and it's confidential." Annabelle replied, digging out a T-shirt and pants, and her travel bag, "It's a good thing you're here at the moment. I won't be able to contact anyone for weeks. people."

"Be safe." Hotch stepped back and let Anna put on his coat.

"You too." Anna quickly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then grabbed the door keys and car keys and ran out.

Happy birthday, right?

Chapter 12

The classified case that never existed took Annabelle more than a week.

That's good enough. Annabelle was still in dire need of stretching, and the first thing she did after confinement was to go to a fighting arena outside the academy.

By the standards of the academy alone, Annabelle's fighting performance is already very good.But Clarice Starling did equally well that year.

If she wanted to live a good life, she had to be ten times better than that.

Then Annabelle met Sam Copper.She met Copper here from the beginning, and this was almost the only occasion they met above.

Copper was a nice guy, by FBI standards.

Anyone who lives outside the bureaucracy is fine.

Those who did not live well disappeared.

Ha ha.

Copper's temper is notorious in the FBI, almost the most famous agent after Jack Crawford.The team under him does not need to report to anyone, he can criticize his boss if he wants to, and he can accept a case if he wants to accept a case.

It's too cool to have no friends.

The small consultants under the basic department said that they really want to join them, maybe it is more interesting than BAU.It's not that she has any objections, Hotch is indeed a little more serious.

After taking a shower, Annabelle's hair was still half wet, she dangled lazily and got a file from Copper.

This gesture is somewhat familiar.

You must know Agent Hotchner very well, right?

Annabelle slid the file in her hand, and found another thin file underneath, "What is the connection between these two?"

Copper looked at her with drooping eyelids, expressionless, "This is what you need to find out."

Raising her eyebrows, Anna folded the files back into a pile, "You know that Strauss and my supervisor are at odds, right? She won't give you investigation authority just because of my 'opinion'."

"No need." Copper's slack expression looked particularly uninhibited, "I know what I want to do. Someone told me that I can get more useful clues from you."

Criminals and crime scenes.

There are never any surprises in this world.

"Hmm—" Annabelle opened the file on the small table on the side, dragged the chair and sat down, "I need a little time."

"I'll just wait here." Copper said, throwing the towel over his shoulders, and walked to the fighting ring.The people in this venue are basically FBI agents, so it doesn't matter how you look at it.

This table is only used occasionally for referees, not as useful as Annabelle's desk.Fortunately, all cases are filed in chronological order.

A series of homeless bodies have been found on Halloween three years in a row.

Annabelle quickly scanned the wound catalog, but didn't get much.

Put aside the serial killer, she might say it was an underground boxer who got disposed of because of those wounds.Many defensive wounds, the common causes of death are fighting injuries, ruptured spleen, concussion, broken ribs, etc.

Then Annabelle opened the second thin file.

For three consecutive years after Halloween, the bodies of a father and daughter were found.The father was seriously injured and the daughter was shot dead.

In terms of probability alone, the connection is already quite obvious.

It would be a waste of time to separate two connected cases into two serial cases for investigation, and Annabelle also understood why Copper was eager to get a result from her.

Halloween is coming again.

There is nothing to say about the daughter's gunshot wound, and the ballistic team can give a little more information than her.

It was also a fight injury, but the father's wound was much more complicated. Annabelle spends more time on wound catalogs and photos.

The place where the body was found was the second transfer site, and the greatest value still lies in the autopsy report.

#I and the forensic doctor are good friends of God#

Soon Annabelle noticed that some of the wounds were healing on their own.

Well, the shape of this wound looks a little familiar.

Annabelle started pulling out autopsy photos of homeless men from the same year.

Well--

"Anna, what are you doing?" The voice sounded familiar.

"Wait a moment."

This is the critical time for a flash of inspiration.

With no pen or paper to mark on, Annabelle couldn't resist biting her nails.

Someone chatted with Copper for a while, and they both began to wait quietly for her conclusion.

Aha.

Annabelle put the photo back in the file, raised her head, and was taken aback by the two people staring at her at the same time, "Don't you have anything else to do?"

No one answered.

Raising her eyebrows, Anna got back to the topic, "These cases are indeed related. It would be better if I could see the corpse directly, but I can roughly confirm that my father had a fight with all the homeless people in the same year before his death, and the scars match. .”

Until the dead.

Gee.

"This is a good clue. BAU will take up the homeless case, and you will start from the perspective of father and daughter?" Hotch and Copper took two steps away to discuss a few words, looking particularly happy.

He even laughed.

Then Hotch came over and looked at Annabelle who was leaning back in the chair, "Has the doctor allowed you to do this level of exercise?"

"Of course." Annabelle casually pressed the cloth on the healed scar on her abdomen, raised her eyes and looked at him, "I don't want to go to the operating room again because of internal bleeding. You know, tell me right now This is not very popular, it feels like you just want to discipline me."

They haven't seen each other for a week.

There was an indistinct unease under Hotch's expression. "I know what you wanted to say last time."

"Then?" leaning back in her chair, Annabelle raised her eyebrows, showing interest.

Hotch is like testifying in court, "You have to open the box to know the result."

Actually Annabelle wasn't expecting any answers, but that's not bad.

"Then I need to know where the box is first." Annabelle stood up and let out a long breath. "The people in the Secret Service are terrible."

Did you consider how her eardrums feel when you shoot at a disagreement?

Hotch smiled and ignored the words, "You don't have to go to the headquarters today?"

"I don't need to go today, I didn't arrive at the airport until dawn." Anna stretched her neck, "Any flight over four hours should be judged as anti-humanity."

"Then I'll take you home now." Hotch took Annabelle's coat and put it on for her.

"Aren't you in a hurry to go there?" After thinking about it, she couldn't remember the place name, and Annabelle didn't care much about details other than physical evidence.

Hotch and Annabelle walked out side by side. "I still have a little time before the plane takes off."

She laughed softly.

The two stopped at the door of the house. Annabelle turned and hugged Hotch, "Be safe. I'm still waiting for some relief after working non-stop for a week."

"Okay." Hotch bowed his head and kissed her.

Chapter 13

You must know that Annabelle has always been the best loser in dealing with emotions, so she is not very clear about what is happening now, let alone what will happen in the future.

"Anna