[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

life is sacrificed to them. "Annabelle just finished eating a small piece of cake, wiping her fingers and shaking off a plate of crumbs, "The final price is much higher than you can imagine. "

Hotchner looked up from the file to look at her, "And you know that."

"It's not that you will end up being cut like a Picasso painting with a knife. You drink to avoid reality all day long, and you don't even remember how old your children are." Annabelle looked at the cake crumbs on the plate, with complicated whereabouts Staggered, "It's just hard to predict what's going to happen later."

Hotchner's eyes flickered as if touched by something, "Your father, do you hate him?"

On the focus of attention of a newly divorced and non-custodial father.

But it's a really complicated question.

"When I was younger, I always thought my brother would grow up to be like him. It was easy to love him because I didn't wonder why he loved me." Annabelle put the plate back on the table, "But when I started to learn more about the world and the relationship between people, it all became so confusing. If he was never there, why was all this?"

"I believe your father's love for you needs no reason." Hotchner looked extraordinarily emotional under the lights at this moment.

"I know, but it takes time to realize this." Anna leaned back in the chair, with a 16-year-old expression on her face, "I only have a lot of time to think after I'm 16. "

Silence passed in the dimly lit room.

"I'm not trying to tell you what to do." Annabelle thought for a moment before adding, "I just hope your family doesn't end up like mine."

Annabelle never worried that she would become a serial killer one day.Empathy can be with the murderer or with the victim.She knew enough to keep her from projecting that pain onto others.

And the pain from other people will only destroy her in the end.

"Thank you." Hotch's serious expression was as sincere and believable as ever.

Annabelle looked at the empty plate and pursed her lips, "Are you sure you don't want cake?"

She still wants to eat another piece.

Chapter 6

After halfway through the Boston Ripper case, Annabelle found that Hotchner seemed to be, well, fattening the BAU director of the popular academy is an achievement.

Her students will be jealous of her.

"Dr.G, you look a little different recently." The fighting class just ended, everyone was exhausted and sweating profusely, and the atmosphere was rarely casual.

"Are you dating someone?" a female student asked.

Annabelle stood in the middle of the field with her hips akimbo, all she wanted to do was sigh to them, "Why do you say that?"

"I can't tell, but something is not right."

The female student rolled her eyes at such an inaccurate description, "Aside from other things, you are much more serious about dressing and putting on makeup than before. It must not be for us."

Annabelle thought about it, she seemed to have really done the thing of wearing a hoodie to class without makeup before.

As for lately - Annabelle can only say she's in a good mood, "Obviously because your class quiz was so cute lately."

Everyone trembled unconsciously.

Then someone came over, "Dr. Graham, someone is looking for you."

"Come right away." Annabelle replied and came back to tell the students, "Remember to put away all the equipment." Then he trotted out.

Hotch spoke before Annabelle could speak, "Missing child scene."

It's really concise.

"Is it just me? Are you going to get the exploration box?" Annabelle tried to figure out the situation as quickly as possible.

"Yes, no need. Put on your coat, we're leaving now." Hotch turned and left.

It's really getting more and more impolite.

Annabelle shook her head to herself and quickly followed him, pulling off the coat from the door and putting it on as she passed by the office.

As a consultant in a poor group, Annabelle has always admired the size of the BAU budget, especially when seeing their private jets.

Up to now, all the team members of BAU are familiar with her. Annabelle simply nodded and opened the file to look at the photos, taking the bottle of water that Hotch handed her.

Unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip, Anna finally felt relieved.She had to get up early in the morning to substitute for a class, and then ran across the entire headquarters. This was the first sip of water she drank after waking up.

Considering the survival rate of child abduction cases, Annabelle was dragged around many times because of this.Serial crimes are relatively rare, but the BAU basically takes care of them.

Instead of listening to their briefings and discussions, Annabelle put on her headphones and started looking at the photos.

All three kidnapping scenes were in chaos.A typical little boy's room, with toys and beds ripped off and thrown on the floor, trampled and damaged.

Whoever caused these marks was definitely of adult height, but it's hard to know more specifically.There are traces of dragging in the room, and the chaos is the result of struggle or conflict, not deliberate.

Flipping through one of the scenes, Annabelle couldn't help but start biting her nails.She hasn't tried to discover which of the victims in the scene might still be alive, so it should be the scene itself.

Statisticians are said to be able to tell at a glance between truly randomly generated data and handwritten data masquerading as random.

There is a huge difference in nature between unintentional and deliberate.

Before Annabelle could start biting her finger itself, someone snapped her earphones off, "Any thoughts?"

Annabelle glanced at the BAU team members in front of her, and for a moment couldn't understand why their eyes were so strange, so she had to throw out the main point first, "This is not right."

"Why?" Hotch asked, sitting on the arm of the couch next to her.

"It didn't feel right, and the pattern wasn't right." Annabelle stretched her fingers, trying not to curl up the corner of the photo, "Whatever the purpose of destroying the scene, at the same time Unsub needs to leave quickly. There is no repetition in the other two scenes line, but here he turns back, back to where he was before to get more stuff down, and there are traces of hesitation."

Everyone craned their necks to look at the photo in her hand at the same time, even a group of experienced profilers could hardly tell the difference in this mess.

The five-dimensional creature didn't run away.

"Which scene are you talking about?" Morgan asked.

Flipping through the files below, Annabelle put the photos together on the table.

"This is Kyle Murphy's room," Hotch confirmed, before asking the others, "What do we know about him?"

"Kyle was younger than both of the previous victims. The age range seemed overkill for the same Unsub."

Annabelle put her headphones back on.

With a group of people like the BAU, it is definitely not Annabelle's turn to deal with the victim's parents. All she has to do is to arrive at the crime scene as unobtrusively as possible.

No makeup may make her look too young, but Annabelle should still have a good aura as a professional.

At least no one asked any questions.

The boy's bedroom is still the same, but it has been upgraded from a flat surface to a three-dimensional one.

"I asked the technicians to leave first." The local police officer followed closely behind them, "What do you want to find here?"

"Certain behavior." Rossi was the one to answer. "Things that happened here can provide clues about the suspect."

Putting on rubber gloves, Annabelle walked to the inner side of the room first, knelt down and fiddled with the broken toys on the floor.

"Anything?" Rossi asked her.

"Nothing more than what I can see in a picture." Shaking her head, Annabelle frowned inexplicably.

Rossi took one look at her, then turned to the officer and said, "It's more chaotic than the other two scenes, maybe he gagged Kyle. Let the techs come in and search for blood and fibers after we leave."

Squatting on the ground and shifting her focus, Annabelle pointed to another door beside her, "Where does that lead to?"

"That's brother Danny's room." The police officer frowned at her, "What's wrong?"

Unconsciously shrugging, Annabelle turned back, "It's nothing, it's just that it doesn't hurt to expand the search area. I still want to look at this room again, maybe I missed something."

"Then we'll wait for you downstairs." Rossi settled on a word, then turned to the police officer and said, "I want to see how he got in."

It didn't take long for Annabelle to come downstairs to join the others, looking calm.

It wasn't until they were back at the police station with the rest of the crew that Rossi asked about what Annabelle had found upstairs.

"Kyle didn't sleep in that bedroom last night." Annabelle