[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

blle spread out his palm and showed it to Hotch.

That tongue was clean, neatly cut from the root.The top was sharp and small, like the one she had seen in her dream yesterday.

A buck of that size shouldn't have a tongue like that.

It's like the kind of tongue Hannibal Lector sticks out in his interview videos.

The two exchanged a glance.

"You go first. I'll wait for the ambulance here." Annabelle pursed her lips, "Anyway, I've become part of the evidence now, and the forensics team can pick me up to the headquarters later."

"Anna—"

"It's okay, I've got a gun." Annabelle assured him, pulling up the hem of the windbreaker a little, "I'll tell you everything when I get there."

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"Hey, Garcia said you've already taken off." Annabelle sat back and forth in her office chair, holding the report that just came out, "I think you still need to know soon. Did I interrupt you?"

"No. How's it going with you?" Hotch stood up and went to the back of the plane, taking a step away from the crowd.

"In a way, great news." Annabelle smiled ambiguously, "The tongue matches Lector's DNA, and there was no living reaction when it was cut off."

"He's dead," Hotch confirmed deadpan.

"Exactly." Annabelle exhaled. "Starling has been in a coma. We'll know more when she wakes up, but it's fine for now."

Hotch didn't show any more expression, but obviously relaxed a little, "What about Lector's case?"

"The appeal period for the things he did after he escaped hasn't passed yet. They want me to finish it." Throwing away the report, Annabelle unconsciously touched the scar on her lower abdomen, her tone a little dissatisfied.

It doesn't take much Hotch to know what she's saying, "Lots of work?"

"The more I know, the more they haven't discovered." Shaking her head, Annabelle leaned back in her chair, "You know he killed that Italian police detective Pazzi, but didn't kill Mason Verger at all? That's Verger His sister did it. I think she made some sort of deal with Lector at some point or something. She was his patient too."

"Don't worry too much. I'll help you when I get back." Hotch glanced back at his crew.

"Hmm." Annabelle agreed, and turned around on the swivel chair again, "I'll see you then."

A busy day at work quickly passed by itself, and Annabelle didn't realize how fast the time passed until the phone rang and turned on the desktop.

"Annabelle Graham." I don't know who will call her when she is about to get off work, but Anna really intends to get off work on time today.

She has been very tired these two days.

The voice on the phone.

Annabelle could hear her heart beating wildly.

Jason noticed something was wrong with Annabellle.They had worked together for a long time, and he hadn't seen much that touched her that much.

"Yes, yes, I'm here." Annabelle licked her lips, trying not to let the tears fall.

Jason made a puzzled gesture to Annabelle.

Raising her hand to tell him to wait, Annabelle turned her head to look to the other side, "It's okay, I understand, I can guess."

Pressing her lips together, Annabelle wiped away the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes with her wrist.

"Well, listen, I'm leaving get off work soon. I'll call you when I get back and see when we can meet." Annabelle didn't want to cry at her workplace at all.

After hanging up the phone, Annabelle took two steps back exhaustedly, propping herself up on the table, trying to calm down her racing breathing and heartbeat.

"Are you okay?" Jason stood up.

"No, I don't think so." The sharp pain that suddenly hit the nerve immediately made her break out in cold sweat, and Annabelle clutched her belly tightly.

Strength was draining from her arms.

Then the whole world began to fall, and her vision gradually slipped into darkness.

"Anna—"

Annabelle heard someone calling her name.

Just like Mom called her home in the backyard many years ago.

Chapter 18

The world is really full of fun.

Annabelle leaned back on the raised hospital bed, biting her nails and staring at the ceiling.

She had read a little story before about an old woman who returned home after being lost in the wilderness for a long time. The chronic hunger made her eat a lot in a day, and she died quickly.

Now she feels that way.

"Willy, Willy, you need to stop." Annabelle finally couldn't help but stop her brother's chatter, "Don't make me jump out of bed and fight with you."

"No, you just finished the operation, you can't get out of bed." Willy nervously leaned over to try to comfort her.

Annabelle sighed resignedly, and turned her head to look outside the ward.

Hotch's timely arrival made her eyes light up.

"Are you okay?" Hotch's anxiety was subtle, but obvious enough to Anna.

Maybe one day she will even be able to tell what this person wants to eat for dinner.

"It's all right." Annabelle squeezed Hotch's hand firmly, "It's just internal bleeding, and the doctor said it was a possibility from the beginning. They found the bleeding point and plugged it up, and then everything was fine. I I basically don’t remember anything.”

"You forgot about being overtired and having violent mood swings." Willy, standing on the other side of the hospital bed, interjected coolly.

"That's right," Annabelle turned to look at him with a face of sudden realization, "Then who should the latter thank?"

Not joining the conversation, Hotch just stroked Annabelle's hair back and forth.

Shutting up and turning off the flame, Willy turned to crossing his arms and eyeing Hotch warily. "So this is the boyfriend?"

CIA training, huh, for this kind of stuff.

And what kind of eyes are these?

What is there for two people in the same age group to dislike each other?

Psychologically, Annabelle suddenly started to feel very tired, "Aaron, this is Willy, my brother. Willy, this is Aaron Hotchner, my boyfriend."

"Why didn't you show up until now?" Willy asked curiously, lifting his chin.

"Probably because I probably wouldn't be lying here right now if you hadn't suddenly decided to call me?" Annabelle sat up in bed and glared at him. "Don't make everyone an asshole just because you're an asshole yourself."

On the side, Hotch pressed her shoulder reassuringly, and Annabelle closed her eyes tightly.

What did she just say?

Willy didn't seem to care. "I'm so, so sorry, Anna. I promise I'll explain everything. But now, is there anything I can do?"

"Go out and get me something to eat?" Turning her head away from him, Annabelle relaxed and lay back down. "God knows if my nurse wants me to go on a hunger strike."

Even her attending doctor emphasized not to eat too much during the rounds.

What kind of impression did she make on this group of people?

Relieved, Willy nodded and turned to leave.

He shot Hotch a glare before leaving.

"It doesn't feel right, but I'm still mad at him." Annabelle looked up at Hotch, frustration in her eyes.

"It's normal, it's been so many years." Hotch's hand was still on Anna's shoulder, "The important thing is that he's back now, you can always figure it out."

Annabelle couldn't help leaning closer to him, "Everything will be fine, won't it?"

"Yes, it will." Hotch hugged Anna back, soothing her back, "But you have to stop coming to the hospital like this, I'm going to have nightmares."

"Well, I will turn down some of the consultant's work and substitute classes." Anna replied softly, grabbing his suit jacket, smelling the dusty smell from the outside, "You know, I have never regretted it That was the way it was done. I could see what Foyet was going to do. It was worth it for me."

So as hard as it is, stop feeling guilty.

Hotch didn't say anything.

"The doctor said Starling doesn't remember anything." Annabelle said suddenly, staring wide-eyed at a button on Hotch's suit, "I'm finally beginning to believe that a lot of people say that, but I never Believe it."

"What is it?" Hotch's soft voice fell on top of her head.

"Hannibal Lector loves Clarice Starling." Annabelle still finds it incomprehensible, so she has no choice but to