[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

People like Aaron Hotchner are clearly a rare minority.

They say you need to be confident enough to teach a room full of students, but Annabelle thinks she just doesn't care that much.

She had never been interested in anyone outside their family before.Other people's evaluations can only have so much influence on her.

"Can you take evidence of these stained glass?" Annabelle naturally squatted outside the back door, asking a forensic officer beside her.

The forensic officer wearing glasses raised his head and glanced at her, mainly focusing on the FBI words on her jacket, "Do you think this is a useful clue?"

"Sounds like some kind of tradition someone told me about." Annabelle replied, looking at the broken glass on the ground from a different angle.

Poor quality, hard to hold fingerprints.

"Sounds weird." The glasses guy smiled at her gently, "But I'll take a sample."

"We sprinkle rice, they sprinkle glass." Annabelle shrugged, and thanked him earnestly.

Standing up from the ground, Annabelle glanced into the empty room.

I always feel that there is a terrible story hidden in it.

It wasn't a serial case at all, so BAU's later appearance was a bit of a surprise.

Annabelle was left alone in the house when they arrived at the crime scene.

"This is not very good." Annabelle walked out of the bathroom talking to herself, and almost bumped into someone when she was distracted. "That's great, officer, I'm looking for you."

The detective who brought in the other two introduced them to each other, "Dr. Graham, these two are from the BAU—"

"It doesn't matter that we know each other." Rossi raised his hand, skipped the introduction, and asked Annabelle directly, "What do you want to say?"

Annabelle showed them the name on the prescription bottle. "Kate Hale has epilepsy. They didn't take the medicine."

At least acquaintances were ruled out.

"Stress can trigger a seizure." Morgan and Rossi exchanged a worried look before remembering to raise an eyebrow at Annabelle. "them?"

"At least two people are needed to complete these tasks." Annabelle shook her head slightly, "I'm not entirely sure if there is a third person."

"The interaction between the two of you will give Kate a better chance of surviving. What else can you tell us?" Rossi looked directly at her with reassuring trust in his expression.

"They are very skilled." Annabelle raised her hand to indicate the corridor under their feet, "Tap the glass with tape and then break it, without making a sound, fast in and fast out. Neither the parents nor the little girl have time to react. Except for the bed There wasn't any scramble to get away outside of it. I'm guessing there was a third person who came in."

Rossi and Morgan exchanged a few more words about behavioral analysis, and Annabelle took a brief distraction like she said something boring in class.

"Actually, there's one more thing that bothers me." Finally she recovered and added, "The blood in the bedroom shows that one of the knife-wielding men is very short."

"How small?" Morgan crossed his arms and exchanged a look with Rossi.

Turning her head slightly, Annabelle couldn't help shrugging, "Short enough to be either a dwarf, or a child no older than ten. Not a very pleasant thought, I know."

Over there, Morgan and Rossi further analyzed the modus operandi, and Annabelle's work was done here.She returned to the police station with the pill bottle and the police car.

Because the return date was uncertain, Anna hadn't booked a return flight yet, so she could only wander around the police station first.She took out a dozen papers and found a corner, and then began to write the quiz questions for the forensics class.

This is a very painful thing.Because even if Anna is a five-dimensional creature, it is impossible to deduce what those students know and what they don't know.

Just finished writing a multiple-choice question, Annabelle subconsciously raised her head when she heard the door of the meeting room slam.

Over there Hotchner came out on the phone, frowning.His eyes scanned the room, then fell on Annabelle.

Blinking in response, Annabelle picked up the medicine bottle on the table with two fingers under his questioning eyes, shaking it signally.

Hotchner relaxed, nodded to her and returned to the conference room.

Later they brought Kate back by the side of the road.

After waiting for this result, Annabelle felt that she could leave completely.

"Dr. Graham," Hotchner called to her behind him, "please stay here. We might still need you here."

Annabelle looked at him puzzled, "You mean it's not over yet?"

"We don't yet know why they kept Kate alive." Hotchner frowned again. "It's likely they haven't achieved their goal yet."

"Okay," Annabelle nodded, stretched out her hand and pointed behind her. "Then I'll go first, um, to find the local FBI's forensics."

Chapter 4

With the case now under the jurisdiction of the FBI, whatever Annabelle wanted to do would be easier.

The result of turning around was that Annabelle was sent to the hospital to do scar evidence collection for the little girl.The forensic personnel here are former students of Annabelle, so the work for the young female detective was put into her hands without any pressure.

Annabelle's superficial temperament has always been harmless to humans and animals, otherwise she would not have been a bear child for so many years. Both Kate and her father were relaxed and nothing was too difficult.

Annabelle left the ward carrying her forensic case, and when she looked up, she saw Hotchner and another female detective surnamed Prentiss outside.

Although they are investigating the same case, isn't this meeting frequency a bit high?

"She's fine." Annabelle still spoke to Kate's father who was waiting outside the ward first. "There are some scrapes and bruises, which will heal soon. He didn't touch her, not that way."

Since Anna talked to Kate first, Prentiss took her into the ward with her, for an introduction and transition and all.

This thing called cognitive memory is a bit awesome.

Afterwards, things like comforting the family members must belong to BAU. Anna stood quietly by the side, holding her forensic box and thinking about how to write the report.

Kate's father quickly pulled himself together, ready to drink a cup of black coffee and face a sober life with his daughter.

Watching the shaky figure go away, Annabelle pursed her lips.

How about a little envy?

"The mother in the family called the boy 'Puyule', which I think is a Romanian pet name. I heard it when my mother was stationed abroad."

"Romney," Annabelle interjected suddenly, eyes flushed. "Gypsies. They think scattering broken glass brings good luck."

Both of them turned to look at Annabelle at the same time.

"My college roommate is Romanian. I learned something from her." Annabelle shrank her neck unconsciously. "I think Dr. Reid can tell you the rest. I need to take the sample back to the forensics department first."

"You know Reid?" Prentiss seemed amused by that.

"He's quite famous in the college." Annabelle tilted her head, her eyes turned to the side. "In fact, your whole group is quite famous in the college."

After saying that, she ran away.

Hotchner was right about the case not being over yet, and soon there would be a second family where the parents were killed and the daughter was taken.

The new scene failed to reveal any new clues, and all the details were unified with the previous one.Maybe the hair they found on the blanket Kate had brought would be more helpful.

Annabelle, who arrived at the scene first, squatted in her parents' room to search for any slight traces, when she suddenly noticed a black shadow flashing across the glass of the cupboard above her head.

This is not good.

Holding her breath, Annabelle slowly stood up.

The door creaked and Reid and Morgan walked in.

Annabelle held her chest and let out a breath.

"Sorry," Reid looked in and out, "did we scare you?"

"It's okay, I thought it was someone else."

thought he saw the murderer.

Reid continued as if reading her thoughts, "You may want to bring a few more people when you do a scene inspection next time. There are many serial killers who like to return to the crime scene afterward to relive the thrill."

It would be easier if it were a big living person.

Waving her hands, Annabelle said powerlessly, "I'm almost done, so I'll leave the room to you."

Walking out of the house in a hurry, Annabelle unexpectedly met half of the BAU team outside