[Comprehensive English and American] Everything has a trajectory

Leaning against Hotch's desk, crossing his arms, "There's a bunk bed in brother's room. The kid was supposed to sleep on the bottom bunk last night, left his toys there, wet the bed, and took off his dirty pajamas."

"Then why mess with the outside bedroom?" Hotch frowned.

"Someone deliberately messed up the first two crime scenes." With her lips pursed, Annabelle could now say that with certainty.

Morgan nodded understandingly, "That way others will think he was kidnapped like the first two kids."

Two officers walked past them chatting, and Hotch stopped talking cautiously.

"Not many people know so many details about these cases." Reid licked his lips nervously.

"Lancaster." Rossi was the first to respond.

Everyone looked at each other in alarm.

Only Annabelle looked unimpressed. Who is Lancaster?

"Whatever this is, we do have a serial killer to catch. I don't think I need to remind you that this is their precinct. Be careful."

After assigning tasks to the others, Hotch glanced over and knew what Annabelle was thinking, with a bit of helplessness in his lowered voice, "That's the one at the scene."

Oh.

Standing up from the table, Hotch looked at Annabelle with a serious expression.

Annabelle raised an eyebrow at him.

Does she just look like a brat running around?

"Stay here with JJ." Hotch said and left.

This answer is quite obvious.

Twitching the corner of her mouth, Annabelle sat down on Hotch's chair directly, pretending not to see the teasing smile in JJ's eyes.

Chapter 7

Annabelle didn't go out for a walk again until Kyle Murphy's body was found.Since Hotch didn't want her in the police station, she followed the body to the coroner.

As a result, he was shocked by the results of the autopsy.

"I thought Hotch told you to stay in the coroner's room," Morgan teased as soon as he saw Annabelle.

Annabelle didn't have time to pay attention to him, and handed over the autopsy report in her hand, "There is something you should know. The forensic doctor just found fragments of a model airplane in Kyle's throat."

Several people looked serious.

"Like the model pieces that Danny likes to make?" Reid couldn't help asking as he flipped through.

"It's Danny's model fragments." Annabelle's expression was still a little unbelievable, "I saw that model box in his room."

Morgan quickly realized, "They need to know this."

The person disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye, and Annabelle looked at Reid puzzled.

"Hotch is interrogating the Murphys and Prentiss is babysitting Danny," Reid explained.

Annabelle was a little unsure if she wanted to stay here.

"Dr. Graham, you are younger than Reid, right? You have an older brother." When everything was settled, Morgan asked Annabelle outside the glass of the interrogation room.

"Hmm." Annabelle put her hands in her coat pockets, her expression was blank when she looked inside, "What's wrong?"

"What would you do if your brother broke your model?" Morgan sounded casually curious.

Friend you just leaked the fact that you know she likes to model.

"Crying enough to knock the roof off so Mom and Dad can beat him up and buy a new one." Annabelle shrugged easily. "It's nice to have someone watching Danny Murphy."

Forcibly change the subject.

This development would not cause much psychological burden on Annabelle.This child needs to be isolated and closely watched by professionals.This is good for him and the innocent people who eat melons.

She was even interested in playing a game of chess with Reid on the return flight.

Well, I lost very badly.

Reid carefully analyzed the chessboard for a while, and seemed very interested, "Another game?"

"Later." Annabelle leaned her head back in the chair, "I need to take it easy."

She was ruthlessly crushed in terms of IQ.

"You know you can actually predict every move I make." Reid had obviously been thinking about it for a while.

"When I've been down enough with you, maybe." Annabelle looked at the roof of the plane and thought, "If my brain doesn't overheat and overload."

Right now she's hungry.

Turning to look at Hotch, Annabelle didn't know the expression on her face, anyway, Hotch gave her a pack of biscuits.

Eating, drinking and crime scenes.

Dating shit. Annabelle deeply felt that she wanted to be single for the rest of her life.

If you don't date, you don't have to worry about your weight.

So happy when you unpack it and eat it.

I always feel that the eyes around me are strange again.

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In terms of modus operandi alone, the Boston Ripper wasn't the scariest serial killer Annabelle had ever seen.

At this point the Chesapeake Ripper has always been the best.

But she could sense something more dangerous beneath the surface.

Inflated self-esteem, terrible desire to control, and madness to destroy everything.All the "that one case" qualities worthy of being a Behavioral Analysis Senior Agent.

"Why are you so concerned about this case?" Annabelle finally asked one night.

Hotch didn't look surprised she asked the question, "Because there were so many places I could have done better. I had seven years to review the case. We went to meet the survivors without reviewing the dossier first. At the time I Should have seen it. Maybe the people on that bus wouldn't have to die later." Hotchner frowned under the lights.

Many details are felt omitted.

"At a certain point, there's only so much we can do." Annabelle's attitude was much more detached than his, with the reality of a technician, "The important thing is that you're doing your best."

Hotch closed his eyes and rubbed between his brows, "What if that's not enough?"

"It doesn't help if you break down." Annabelle crumpled up the ice cream wrapper and threw it in the trash. "There is no karma at all, the world is a mess. It doesn't have to be that you are not good enough , sometimes for no reason."

This statement actually sounded much more pessimistic than she had imagined.

There was no answer, Hotch only looked at her probingly for a while, and then went on to read the dossier.

Soon Annabelle got a tenth victim, a scar identification named George Foyet.

Identification of scars on living persons.

Raising her eyebrows, Annabelle gesticulated on John the Skeleton before finally realizing, "Seven knives are too few, it's not right, it's not enough to satisfy him."

Hotch looked up at her with deep eyes, "He stabbed it himself, George Foyet is Unsub."

"He's not the suicidal type." Annabelle turned to look at him, puzzled.

"This is a means of counter-detection." Hotch said very simply.

Sighing, Annabelle stepped back and lay down on her couch.

Organized serial killers are even scarier.

"Maybe you're right, there's no reason at all," Hotch said suddenly, "but we're going to do it anyway."

Annabelle lifted her upper body from the sofa and looked at him, "It may also be because genetic diversity can prevent sudden extinction caused by huge disasters."

Hotch couldn't help laughing.

"We'll catch him." Annabelle lay back, hands folded on her stomach, staring at the dark ceiling above her head.

Belatedly realize this is not the right way to make a commitment.

It was almost a week before Hotch knocked on the door again.

"I called Jack goodnight." Hotch confirmed to Annabelle after opening the door with a serious face.

She almost rolled her eyes.

I'm glad your family is fine, but I'm sorry your son's sleep means I'm going to sleep too.

"Wait, did you crash?" Annabelle looked up and down at Hotch, the wound on his forehead, the suspected wound on his body.

Hotch walked through the door, looking relaxed, "Is it so obvious?"

hehe.What do you think?

"My dad has only caught three serial killers in his entire career, and one of them is still on the run." Annabelle couldn't help but said, "You should consider that your team is progressing so fast."

"Are you tired?" Hotch asked sharply.

No no, you're the one who looks overtired.