[Comprehensive British and American] Vector of love

Driving, Reid and Trista arrived at a local high-end hotel.The hotel was chosen by Trista. She searched the most expensive hotel in the area on her mobile phone, but she didn't choose it.Since I am a rich girl now, the accommodation has to go along with this identity.

When she got to the front desk, she opened the room with her own name.Even if her real name was known, Caitlin couldn't find anything about her.Finch told her that he couldn't guarantee anything else, but she didn't have to worry about money and her personal information.

Entering the hotel room, Reid checked around first, and closed all the curtains. After no gaps were exposed, he turned to Trista and said, "If you continue to go deeper, there may be Danger."

"Will it be more dangerous than New York before? I don't think they will threaten me, the big donor." Trista was not worried. It was true that she was rich, not pretending.

"But you have no field experience, and you can't even fire a gun. If Caitlin is really Holt, he will never mind another life in his hand." Rhett's brows became deeper and deeper, and he He didn't want to see Trista hurt.He felt that his feelings for her could be regarded as sympathy. Talented people always fascinate people.

"She is!" Trista handed her sketch in front of Rhett. Although it has not been fully completed, it can already be seen how the two faces have changed.

"The bridge of the nose was repaired, the mandible was shaved, the teeth were pulled out, and there were various fillings. The hair was dyed, the hairline was reshaped, and even the color of the eyebrows was changed..." Reid grabbed a handful of his hair, that A well-manicured hairstyle instantly becomes a normal chicken coop.

Seeing him like this, Trista laughed all of a sudden, "You need more pomade, honey."

She called my dear for a long time, and now it's really fluent.But it was all in public places before, and there was nothing special about shouting.Now the two of them are in the hotel room, next to a big round bed full of extravagance, even the night view outside the window is extremely ambiguous.

Quickly took the pen and paper, and Trista started her sketch again.She lowered her head, hiding her inner panic.

"Too much focus on hairstyles will affect my thinking." Reid didn't realize it at first, but he actually listened a little better.But seeing her trying to cover up, he also felt embarrassed, "Well, I'll go back to the police station after those stalkers leave."

"Yeah." Trista nodded, and she also felt that it was impossible for Rhett, who was obsessed with cleanliness, to share a bed with her, even if it was a big bed.

But the nearby Morgan has not given them good news, it seems that the stalker is going to keep guarding them.

Both of them are night owls, the more energetic they get at night, and the stalker doesn't leave, they only start to think about how to allocate beds.

"You have long legs, you should sleep on the bed." Trista said proactively. She actually likes to sleep against the wall, which feels more secure.And sleeping on the sofa has the same effect, so she wants to occupy the sofa.

"No, no, I usually go to bed late, you should go to bed, I may not be able to sleep for a few hours." Rhett shook his head, it was impossible for him to fall asleep.

"Then..., I don't want to sleep now." Trista took the pen and paper and started drawing again.But this time she drew a seascape, the beach that appeared in her dream.

"There is a small island in the southwest of the Pacific Ocean. They still carry out some sacrificial activities, but their activities are rather strange. On some special days every year, they will write "USA" on their backs, and then hold a wooden I made a gun and started marching. Then I made a big bird out of wood and kept worshiping.” Reid looked at the blue piece she painted, and the corresponding knowledge appeared in his mind, “Later, there is After research, experts found that they were actually imitating the U.S. military. During World War II, the U.S. military was stationed here. Airplanes brought them supplies, making the local aborigines think that airplanes are their gods and can bring them endless food. So they began to observe the U.S. military, and created a set of sacrificial models from their behavior. They believed that as long as they prayed to the giant bird, they could also get the corresponding benefits as the U.S. military and live a prosperous life.”

"Interesting." Trista raised her face. She has no interest in contemporary history, so she doesn't know this story. "What books do you usually read, can you make a list for me?"

"Of course, but it may be longer." Reid's reading speed is very fast, and Trista is definitely not as good as him in this regard.

"Then do you usually spend all your salary on buying books?" Trista looked at his bag, there would be one or two books in it at any time, and every time she saw him reading a book, it was not the same one.

"I usually borrow books to read. If I like the book very much, I will buy it." Reid caught Trista's gaze, and he took out a book from his schoolbag and handed it to her , "If you are interested, you can take it and read it, I have already read it."

Trista took it over. What he was reading was "Soul Calling" by the famous American Sinologist Kung Fei-li, which told about a witchcraft chaos that swept across China in the 18th century. It’s like a transaction. The Chinese have continued this point, and they believe that by offering sacrifices to the gods, everything they pray for can be realized. This is also completely different from other major religions in the world.”

"It's the same with Holt. When he couldn't get what he wanted from the believers, he threw it all away, even his previous identity. In addition, now is the Internet society, and he has developed from before. The doctrine was completely different, so he chose a completely different path to develop again." Reid was told by Trista, and the topic turned back to the case itself.This night is too ambiguous, so it is more appropriate to talk about business.

A trace of fear emerged in his heart, but he vehemently denied that it was PTSD.

He had dreamed of Maeve in his dreams, and they had danced in the Oxford University library.

But recently, the background in his dream has changed, and that person is different.

In the Library of Congress in DC, he and Trista looked at each other face to face.This is the picture of their reunion, of course he still remembers it.

But there was one detail that was different—he actually stretched out his hand and shook her.