[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

The other side of the house in eakeBay often comes on vacation and takes me to the wild every day.After my parents disappeared I moved in with him through college and spent a lot of time at Smithsonian. "Annabelle scooped up a little lime sauce and handed it to Hotch, "but he hasn't talked to me since I'm in the FBI instead of the Smithsonian.His girlfriend only recently convinced him to let us meet. "

"After so many years?"

"I always thought his universe had a different timeline. How does it taste?" Annabelle looked at him expectantly.

"Fine." Hotch kissed her on the cheek. "So this Saturday, Smithsonian?"

Chapter 15

The whale skeleton swung its fins and tail up and down as it swam smoothly and gracefully over their heads.

The butterfly specimen flapped its wings vigorously under the glass wall, and the scale powder rustled down.They passed through the glass and flew to different places.

Annabelle looked in the direction some of them flew away, then smiled at Hotch standing behind her.

She lives in a living world.

"Butterflies and moths." Annabelle picked Jack up and showed him one by one through the glass. "See those tentacles? They are fluffy. For butterflies, colors can tell us many stories."

Who is toxic?Who is pretending?

"I heard from Aaron that you were a little worried about being a good brother." Annabelle looked at Jack who was sitting on her arm.

Jack nodded. "Luke has a sister and they fight all the time. I don't want that."

Annabelle thought for a moment, "Remember when I said I have an older brother?"

"Hmm." Jack nodded.

"I think he was facing the same situation as you, about to have a younger sibling." Annabelle pursed her lips, "I don't know what he was thinking at the time. But I know I have a very good Nice brother. You remind me of him."

Jack looked at her with wide watery blue eyes, "Really?"

"Really." Annabelle laughed. "And don't worry too much about fighting."

When the age difference is too big, you may not be able to fight at all.

Even being a brat can't change the fact that Anna's force value is much lower than her brother's.

They stopped at the offices of the entomology department a little later.

"Ah, they finally moved the anthropology department out." Annabelle opened the door naturally and walked in, leading the way for two men of all sizes. "Actually, I prefer the big office that Noble used to share with other graduate students."

She picked up the rhinoceros beetle on the chess board and put it in the cork beside it, "Noble, I know you are in it. You forgot to put your timer back again!"

Noble's black curly hair always makes him look younger than his age.Those bright brown eyes fell on the three of them, talking to Anna, "Why, you are not enough to come here by yourself, and you have to bring the whole bureaucratic system to me?"

Or naive, although Noble is more than 20 years older than Annabelle.

"I brought lunch." Annabelle raised the incubator in her hand, but didn't answer.

She's only had Noble since she was 16.

An adult who is worse than a child can successfully cure adolescent rebellion.

Even so tolerant that as long as he can be found, everything will be fine.

Noble angrily swept out a space on the experimental bench, dragged the chair and sat down, "At least your cooking is much better than Molly's."

"Which ferocious beauty were you feeding just now?" Annabelle scrutinized the scar on Noble's face as she pawed at her spaghetti.

"Aren't you that smart? Can't you see it?" Noble turned his face away while holding the plate.

Annabelle winked at Hotch and Jack beside her.

"A very aggressive moth with a wingspan of about six feet." Annabelle accepted the challenge. "You have luminous glasses marks on your face and moisture on the hem of your clothes. So she likes humidity and darkness. But considering flying The total number of moths, is there really no other hint?"

Noble glanced at Hotch triumphantly, "Let me put it this way, your Mr. Agent will know about this beauty."

So Annabelle immediately rolled her eyes in a daze.

She shouldn't have asked.Serial killers are everywhere.

"What is it?" Jack asked curiously, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"They call these moths black witches," Annabelle turned back to look at Jack, explaining briskly, "Your father had a very famous man in those days."

The kind that nearly skinned a senator's daughter.

Anna gave Hotch an apologetic look as Jack looked down. Hotch shook his head indifferently.

At this time, the disadvantages of their doing this kind of work are reflected.

"Why do you still keep this?" Annabelle stepped on the office chair and leaned over, asking curiously in a low voice.

"That was the first time I met a girl by identifying insects. Can't I have something commemorative to myself?" Noble stared at her wide-eyed, but also whispered.

It was the first time Annabelle heard of this detail, and she immediately became curious, "May I ask who it is?"

"Clarice Starling," Noble said with a look of reminiscence, "do you know where she is now?"

"The last time I heard anything was in Buenos Aires." Annabelle narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice. "What's going on between the two of you?"

A part of Annabelle's mind wondered why her life revolved so much around these people, and a bigger part of her was gossiping with glee.

Presumably Noble's beautiful and lovely girlfriend will also be willing to know.

"Nothing happened." Noble shrugged. "I invited her to Chesapeake Bay after the case was over. We had a good time."

"But then you gradually became estranged." After hearing too much love history in the forensic department, Annabelle added it very understandingly, and then remembered another thing, "So she knows me?"

Noble looked at the ceiling, "I think she must have helped us pick up the dog's hair to find you."

Annabelle lowered her head and covered her face.

Well, they've filled in an insignificant piece of the puzzle.

Anticipating where the conversation was headed, Annabelle kicked herself back toward Hotch and Jack.

"You must know that you were cute back then, just learning to walk." Noble still raised his voice to her across the table, "Sometimes the dogs don't understand, they will run over and knock you down like before. And then you're just sitting on the ground with a blank face, looking at us." He picked up the look, "God, I never saw that again."

Annabelle narrowed her eyes at him, then pulled out the beetle from the cork chips, "Bring me the chess board, I will fight you to the death."

Jack giggled as he sat on Hotch's lap.

Chapter 16

From the window of the police station, you can see the torrential rain outside. All the people who came back from the scene were soaked and grateful for the rest of their lives.

Hotch, who was exchanging information with the sheriff at the police station, naturally survived, turned over the documents and looked up at Morgan, Rossi and the entire forensic team who walked in.

Then he frowned, "Where is Dr. Graham?"

"Oh oh oh, there is evidence that the right arm of the corpse was washed away by the rain." Jason waved his hand and threw a splash of water. "She followed the traces to find it."

"Alone? In this weather?" Hotch's frown deepened.

"It's not like anyone can stop her." Jason shrugged indifferently, picked up his identification box and walked downstairs.

It can be seen that Annabelle's character has a certain kind of intense contagion.

After taking two steps away from the crowd, Hotch dialed Annabelle's phone.He frowned and pursed his lips, facing the empty wall calmly and anxiously.

"Isn't she a little too perky for Hotch?" Morgan raised her eyebrows and looked over there with her hips akimbo.

Rossi put on an inscrutable bewilderment, "Really? I don't see any difference between the two of them in this regard."

With a snort, Morgan shook his head and went on to work.

"Hey, Aaron, good to hear you." Annabelle sounded cheerful over the crackling rain. "The signal here is much better than I thought."

Hotch raised his eyes and sighed to himself, his tone softened, "Anna, where are you?"

"Probably—ten miles west of the crime scene." The movement of looking back and forth rubbed the raincoat, and Annabelle's voice sounded wild and empty.