[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

Hotchner was at the scene of the crime.

The two of them obviously lived opposite each other, but they met for the first time in several months in another state, which showed how dedicated this senior detective was.

This is probably a case of serial burglary or something, and BAU has requested the best forensic team from the FBI. Annabelle usually doesn't care much about anything other than the evidence, in the name of maintaining objectivity.

Few living people in this world may know what she is running from.

Although Annabelle is the best one in the best forensic team of the FBI, her social barrier is definitely not the material of the team leader, let alone she is just a consultant.

So now their team leader is negotiating with Hotchner who stayed at the crime scene, "We will do our best to investigate the scene, please rest assured to us."

The implication is that you should stop wandering here.

Annabelle knew that the forensic score requirements for behavioral analysis had always been high, criminal method analysis and the like, but she wasn't there right now.

After squatting outside and looking at the steps and the gate for a long time, Annabelle came in a long time later than the other team members, and everyone's attention fell on her for a while.But Annabelle raised her head obliviously, and began to inspect the structure of the porch after checking the entrance of the house late.

When everyone couldn't help but look up with her, Annabelle lowered her head and began to observe the blood on the wall.

"Hey, Archananians, you're back." A team member wanted to pat Annabelle on the shoulder.But she took a step to the side first, leaving him with nothing. Jason almost staggered.

After moving away, Annabelle was still staring at the blood stain on the wall, much more focused than a flower blooming on it.

Reid raised his eyebrows and said, "Achananians are virtual five-dimensional creatures. It is said that they can see all possibilities on any timeline in the future, and live in countless parallel universes at the same time."

Before she finished speaking, Annabelle suddenly turned her head to look at Reid, her lead gray eyes were as frightening as inorganic materials.

For a moment the whole house was silent.

Looking at Hotchner's face, Annabelle blinked belatedly in the meaningless exchange, "I'm pretty sure I'm still in the only universe right now."

The forensics team leader cleared his throat, "What did you find?"

"A lot." Annabelle took off her rubber gloves and shoved her hands into her coat pockets.

"A lot of what?" The voice didn't sound familiar.

"About how he did it."

"Can you show us?" It's strange that BAU would be interested in their work.

"If you find it helpful." Annabelle shrugged, obligingly.

She retreated backwards from the house, and made a gesture of pushing the door outside, "The murderer came in through the front door. He originally planned to use a gun to pry the lock open, but his hands shook so badly, so he simply kicked the door open."

"The movement woke up the two victims, and they ran downstairs to check." Annabelle looked at the stairs and stepped into the front door, and raised the knife from the void, "The murderer brought the knife himself, and was the first to go downstairs The victim was stabbed three times in the neck and then threw the knife away."

Everyone followed her to look at the string of strangely shaped friction bloodstains on the wall.

"Then he grabbed the second victim by the neck with his bare hands and smashed her head against the wall. Then he picked up the knife and dragged her out the front door with his back." Annabelle lowered her eyes after she finished speaking, staring at A small spot of blood on the carpet by the door.

All the conflicts took place only in the hallway, and with the addition of emergency personnel, the traces around were especially chaotic.But no one will know how clear the difference between these overlapping bloodstains is in her eyes.

"Is she still alive? The second victim." Reid's question drew Annabelle back.

Shaking her head slowly, Annabelle still had some remnants of the scene just now, "I don't know, it is certain that at least she has lost consciousness."

She pointed to the piece on the ground, which was particularly thick in color, "The murderer stopped here and dragged the victim up."

The team leader responded faster than the others, "How tall is the murderer?"

"About five feet eight." Annabelle automatically replied, taking a look at the rest of the team, and then everyone realized the same thing.

"He's not tall enough, he might need to be held against the wall." Jason, who just called Annabelle the Achanan star, said, striding forward to check.

The atmosphere suddenly broke away from the silence and solemnity at the beginning.Not something to celebrate, but at least a clue.

Annabelle stood on the spot and gave a support, and then everyone's eyes were aligned with the wall.

Achanan and her teammates found half of the blood fingerprints.

Having gone through a thought process in five minutes that would take most people days, Annabelle routinely wandered out the front door to recover.

Skills require cooling.

Six foot one, 140 lbs. Annabelle pursed her lips, squatting in the garden to look at another incomplete bloodstain on the steps.

The team leader poked his head out of the door to see her, with a clear expression on his face, "I don't even want to find out that first responder. As long as he didn't take any tissue away, it has nothing to do with us. Come in and help."

exploit. Annabelle wrinkled her nose and stood up, just in time to meet Hotchner and Dr. Reid who came out.

Some part of Annabelle's head suddenly realized that this was her neighbor across the door, prompting her to nod slightly.

"Unsub is five feet eight?" Hotchner asked suddenly.

Nodding, Annabelle couldn't help adding, "About 140 pounds." Then she paused, "But it won't be of much use to you guys."

In the absence of a positive face, it is not very easy to rely on this kind of information to find someone.

"What you just did is very helpful to us. The details of unlocking the lock told us a lot about Unsub." Hotchner's expression of praise was very solemn, showing sincerity.

Compared with most people's first horror face, this reaction is so normal. Annabelle didn't know what to say for a while, "That's good."

That's fine.

"Glad to be of help, hope you guys catch this soon, um, Unsub." Annabelle went on with a couple of well-placed words before entering the house.

Reid, who seemed to want to chat with her, was also taken away.

"What are you looking at?" Archanan's teammates pushed her and looked at Annabelle outside the door.

His gray eyes narrowed under the flashlight of the forensic photo, "I always feel that something is not working well."

The Archananian and her teammate rolled their eyes.

That's enough.

"Is she who I thought she was?" Hotch chatted briefly with Rossi between clues.

Rossi nodded, with a complicated expression on his face, "Yeah, you'd think someone like Will Graham wouldn't have biological children. But she's there and can do almost everything her father can."

Hotch frowned, showing faint concern, "Including that last step?"

"No, I think she's been avoiding it." Rossi was optimistic about it. "He's a nice kid, very capable."

Chapter 3

Annabelle never thought she could do anything that other forensics couldn't.She just thinks faster than most people.

Therefore, the cases that the FBI specifically requests her are usually very time-sensitive, such as child abduction cases of house robbery. After 24 hours, the survival rate went all the way to zero.

This time they didn't pull the entire FBI's forensic team over, but flew Annabelle to Alabama alone.

Budget is limited.

She struggled to get on the fastest commercial flight.

At this time, I really envy the group of people who have special planes.

Police requests for missing children were running very fast, and Annabelle arrived almost at the same time as the first forensic officers.

The process of introducing myself was a pain in the ass.

The front door was intact, it was the rear door glass that was broken. Annabelle rubbed an ear on the detective's back for an initial autopsy by the on-site forensic examiner before starting to observe through the back door.

The wound formation of the husband and wife is very different, one is a skilled and smooth scratch, and the other is a more tentative repeated stab wound.In the end, it was the carotid artery that ruptured and produced a large amount of blood splatter.

The clock had already ticked six hours.

The way the knife was used on the two bodies was completely different, so at the moment they were at least looking at two killers. Standing in the blood-stained bedroom, Annabelle spoke to the detective about her theory.

The other party didn't seem very convinced. Annabelle can only give him a big change.

After completely restoring to him the circumstances of the killing of the two people and getting confirmation from the forensic doctor, the police detective's expression changed from questioning to full of horror.

It is good that there is no doubt that she is the murderer, let's be content.