[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

, slightly avoiding them and stepping aside.

"Are you okay?" Rossi, who was most familiar with her, came over and asked with concern.

Taking a deep breath, Annabelle took off her gloves a little annoyed, "I almost thought I saw them."

Probably no one but Rossi understood what she was talking about, "You worry that you are too involved in this case."

"Too many details to relate to. I don't want to talk to them or watch them walk through my bedroom." Annabelle pursed her lips, rarely serious.

She loves Will, but she doesn't want to understand what it's like to empathize with a serial killer.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Rossi's comfort was always simple and straightforward, and Anna was happy to accept it.

Keeping your distance is always a wise choice.

By the time Morgan came out from the phone call, Annabelle had once again retreated to the scene of her crime.

Perhaps this distance should also include the BAU team.

Annabelle didn't know much about the details of the case.It was only because the BAU liaison officer offered to use their special plane to take Anna back to the headquarters together that she stayed in the later period.

Anyway, the exam questions are never finished.

But on the last day Annabelle learned a crucial and terrifying detail.

The door of the police station's tea room slammed loudly, and Annabelle's hand holding the coffee pot trembled.

"Nulespunelordesprefurititai." Reid asked, panting, standing next to Annabelle, "What does that mean?"

Did she really say she had a Romanian roommate and not professional Romanian?

"What about 'your brother'." Annabelle pulled out a kitchen towel to wipe off the coffee stains on the table, lost in thought, "Let me think about it."

Reid tapped eagerly on the table, but didn't rush her.

"Don't tell them about your brother," Annabelle said finally.

Why does this sound a bit creepy?

As soon as his face changed, Reid ran out immediately.

After taking a sip of coffee, Annabelle walked out slowly.

She had just been scalded by the coffee pot and clearly needed some peppermint toothpaste.After doing forensics for a long time, my hands are so steady that I can't even reflex.

Obviously because of this sentence, the whole return trip after the case was over was dull.

Anyway, it's good to be able to stretch her legs, Annabelle bit her nails to conceive a practice scene of a forensics class, the tip of her nose was full of the smell of mint toothpaste.

Eyes moving unconsciously on the ground, Annabelle had a rough idea, but was too lazy to draw it.

Until someone's gray suit pant cuffs caught her eye.

Gun strapped to the calf.

After observing the subtle creases and changes caused by the holster with interest for a while, Annabelle couldn't help but look up along the bottom of her trousers, carefully lowering her eyes to try not to be noticed.

Then the deep black eyes looked directly into her eyes, with deep emotions, but extremely gentle.

Subconsciously retracting her fingers into her palm, Annabelle couldn't help turning her face away to look to the other side, hoping that the heat on her cheeks and the roots of her ears wasn't red.

Keeping a distance is really easy to say, this person lives right across the door from her.

Chapter 5

In the next period of time, the forensic team helped BAU deal with several scenes. Annabelle also began to get a little familiar with her neighbor who moved across the door not too long ago, and then a feeling of being seen through began to blow over her face.

It's either some insight into your deepest secrets, or the constant feeling that Hotchner seems to understand her slander, which greatly deprives Annabelle of the fun in life.

So profilers are a bunch of nuisances.

It takes a certain amount of courage to meet and greet Annabelle with Hotchner every time.But pretending not to see it didn't seem too good, and I was so entangled that I almost had a neck cramp.

Compared with this guy who always looks serious, Dr. Reid is much more fun, especially the jokes are very funny.Although the first time I heard about Annabelle's laughter, the whole BAU looked at her with amazing eyes.

Blame me for having a low laugh?

Annabelle always tended to keep a sufficient psychological distance from the case itself, so she lived a lot easier than these people.

While Will may not necessarily have convinced himself completely, he's been telling Annabelle that it's not necessary to take other people's actions as his fault.

After 16 consecutive years, Annabelle said that she was successfully brainwashed, but she did not expect to use this sentence to brainwash the BAU team leader.

It's really easy to say.

Annabelle was baking something that night when Hotchner knocked on the door, and the aroma of cupcakes was wafting.

After making sure there was nothing wrong with the oven, Annabelle trotted over and opened the door a crack, peering through the padlock.

Hotchner, who was not wearing a suit at the door of the house, was not so aggressive. The gray home clothes looked quite friendly, but the file in his hand spoiled the atmosphere.

If she remembers correctly, today isn't Friday and everyone doesn't have to go to work tomorrow?

Annabelle guessed that her surprised and questioning eyes must be so straightforward that Hotchner, who never blushes, actually showed a little embarrassment, "I have a series of cases in my hand that I would like to ask you to look at."

Nodding her head, Annabelle opened the door to let him in, and the sweet aroma of the cake became more intense.

The apartment was dark, save for a strangely bright lamp on a huge desk at the end of the living room, and lights in the open kitchen.

There is only a sofa against the wall in the living room, and it is not easy to bump into anything even in the dark.

"Don't start profiling my apartment," Annabelle warned Hotchner as she put on her gloves and turned on the oven.

It was only when Hotchner walked to the lamp next to the desk that he could see clearly that the two walls beside the door were full of boxes for files.

"You have your case, and of course I have mine." Annabelle took the matter lightly, walked over and picked up the file, "What's the situation?"

"Multiple stab wounds." That's what Hotcher said.

So Annabelle flipped through a photo of the victim's autopsy, which showed numerous knife marks.

"How do you want me to help you?" Annabelle's way of examining the file looked indifferent under the light, but there was a kind of reliability far beyond her age.

"I want to go over every one of his cases." Hotchner raised his eyes to meet hers firmly.

Annabelle tilted her head, leaden eyes innocent and cold, like a sharp knife trying to pick something out of Hotchner, "You do know what will happen if I know too much, right?"

"That's all I'll let you know." Hotchner seemed sure of what he was doing. "If something like that happens, I'll do everything I can to get you out of it."

"Okay, okay then." Annabelle blinked back to her harmless look, stood up and turned on the lights in the dining room.

The case box against the wall was still shrouded in darkness, but Hotchner watched as Annabelle pulled a pair of skeletons from the cupboard.

Glancing back at Hotchner, Annabelle waved her hand cheerfully, "AgentHotchner, John.John, AgentHotchner."

The introduction is over, let's get to work

The look on Hotchner's face hinted that he thought the scene was too much to describe.

After stabbing the first victim 42 times, most of which were tentative wounds, Annabelle finally couldn't bear it anymore, "This is fake, I bought it at a discount after Halloween."

Although the scene of being carried back by her was a bit horrible.

"Then you named him your ex-boyfriend?"

"Of course it's because of the pubic symphysis and the unknown male corpse—" Annabelle replied subconsciously, and then reacted, "How do you know my ex-boyfriend's name?"

Hotchner just looked at her with a little smile in his eyes,

Forget it.

"I don't want to know." Annabelle held up a finger and shook her head to dismiss the matter. "Want some cake?"

Not surprisingly Hotchner shook his head.

"Then I'll eat it myself." Annabelle wandered into the kitchen.Each individual case takes a certain amount of time to revisit. Hotchner wouldn't let her see any details other than the body.

The students and lecturers exercise so much, it won't matter if they eat a little late at night.And her craft is reliable enough.

Sitting cross-legged on a chair at the dining table with a plate, Annabelle ate while watching Hotchner frown and continue to read the dossier.

"You know, while it's important to catch these people, it doesn't mean you don't even have