[Comprehensive British and American] Vector of love

After staying at the airport for a long time, the police came to tell Trista that her work was over.During that time, though, Trista had only found one terrorist.

Perhaps because of the low efficiency, the FBI directly gave up on her and chose another plan.

But Trista didn't care about the result. She contributed her efforts and took the money, which is considered to be the completion of this cooperation.

Walking on the streets of New York, Trista didn't want to go back to the museum right away, and even if she went back now, it would be time to get off work.She went home, showered, changed, and went to a shelter for homeless people.

In her spare time, she helps various charities because homeless and alcoholic people are much more likely to be homeless and alcoholic than her parents are rich and powerful.

A planned attack was unfolding, and the two sides of evil and good were at war. Even if she only spied a little bit, she was too disturbed to sleep.

It would be safer to stay at home now, but instead she took to the streets.

She even thought that if she died in this attack and her name and appearance were broadcast all over the United States, would her parents be able to remember her?

"Tricy, you don't seem happy today?" Halle, the person in charge of the shelter, came over. She has smooth brown curly hair and eyes of the same color are always radiant.She touched Trista's blonde hair and called her nickname.

"Harry, New York City may not be safe these days, you have to be careful." Although the non-disclosure agreement was signed, Trista couldn't help reminding Harley.She is a very kind person, full of love for everything in the world.Because of her family's good fortune, she was able to establish several homeless shelters, as well as several homeless animal conservation centers.

"When will this city be safe?" Harley grew up in New York, and she has long been used to it.But thinking of the collapse of the World Trade Center more than ten years ago, she still has lingering fears.

"I'm not joking, Harley." Trista emphasized that she really liked Harley and didn't want her to be hurt.

"I know, but how do you know? Could it be that you have a boyfriend from NYPD?" Harry raised his eyebrows, smelling gossip.

"You think too much. I just took a little extra money and got some information occasionally." Trista didn't say much, she washed her hands and started to make sandwiches.

"Oh, my Trish, let's hang out together next time, don't stay with those antiques." Harley will not interfere with Trista's life, but she doesn't want to see her friends like this in those Youth wasted on dead things.

"Let's talk about it when we have a chance." Trista still declined. It's not that she's not good at socializing, but she just doesn't want to waste time on meaningless things.

All the boys Harley knew meant nothing to her.It will neither reproduce with her nor help her find parents.

So after helping here, she went straight home.

When she got down to the subway station, she suddenly saw a person.

The man was wearing a hoodie with the hood covering most of his face.He was carrying a large backpack, and the bag of the backpack was stretched straight, and it seemed that the contents were heavy.

Trista looked at his chin and felt that he had seen this person in the previous materials.There are pictures of people covered with beards, so her memories are almost entirely focused on the eyes.So she wasn't particularly sure about the features of the lower half of her face.

She puts on her headphones, but doesn't turn on the music.Slowly walked up to the man, deliberately pretending to be a bored young woman waiting for the subway.

Looking at his hands from the corner of his eyes, this is not only the only part of him exposed besides his face, but also the organ that can reveal his identity the most.

People who are pampered will definitely take good care of their hands. Even if they are engaged in some comparative occupations, they will only leave marks on certain parts.People who live in a difficult environment must have extremely rough hands, and their nails will not be too healthy.

There are many details that can provide her with clues.

At first glance, the man's hand looks like a person engaged in manual labor, covered with scars.But when he looked closely, it was not. His scars were all new, and some blood scabs looked very new, as if they had just been scratched.And there are no traces of old wounds on his hands, no thick dead skin around the nails, and no calluses on his hands.

It's like a newcomer who was thrown into the ring to fight in the ring.

Just when her mind was full of various analysis, the subway came.Trista hesitated. She didn't know whether she should get in the car or continue to observe the suspect.

But the man got into the car without any pause, even a little eagerly, and hit a lady who got out of the car.

Trista froze for a moment, and what was in front of her now was a life-threatening option.

Follow this man, continue to monitor him, you may be discovered by him and killed.Or he detonated the bomb directly and became a subway revenant himself.

Nor is it entirely safe if she stays.Reade said the attack could be wide-ranging.Therefore, he should have a party and choose more than one location.

After thinking for two seconds, she stepped into the subway in one step, like a confused young man who was immersed in the music and forgot to get on the train.

Keeping her plan the same is how she responds to emergencies.

Because she is an orphan, she especially believes in fate.

Why is it you who are abandoned, not others?

Why is he so good, yet no one has come to adopt him?

Why has she tried so hard, but still can't find any clues?

There is no reason, and no one can give her an answer, so she can only push everything to fate.

So if today is the last day of her life, at least she has to be a hero, let the two relatives who may still be alive get to know their daughter well.

After getting on the train, Trista walked to the middle of the train. She leaned against a steel pillar and pretended to play with her mobile phone.

[Spencer, I saw a man on the subway, very similar to the one numbered No. 897 in the data.I'm not sure though, because I didn't see his pupils - Trista]

When he saw this message, Rhett was stunned for a moment, because he had not exchanged contact information with Trista.While reporting the situation to Morgan, he sent back a message.

[How do you know my number?Does that person look dangerous?Can you keep yourself safe? ]

The signal in the subway was not particularly good, and when Trista received the reply, the man had already got off the train.She didn't think much, and followed directly.

[I didn't mean to see it.He carried a large backpack with very heavy contents.Now he hasn't noticed that I'm following him, but he got off at Times Square. ]

Quickly replied, Trista looked up, but the man had disappeared.

She is not a professional, and she still lacks too much in tracking technology.

[I lost track. ]

Trista stood where she was, she didn't move, she was still observing her surroundings.

If he wants to drop his backpack in Times Square, which exit is the closest?

[Trista, stop following me, wait for me to come over. ]

The phone vibrated, and Trista saw that it was Rhett who was coming, not someone like Morgan or Roy who could call.

But she thought about it again, they should be busy now, and it should be almost enough for Reid to come over to deal with an uncertain piece of information.

After sending her address, she just waited there.

It's just that after she waited for a minute, she became anxious.If that person left his backpack in the subway, wouldn't she be waiting to die here?

Everything is moving forward according to the original plan!

Trista held her mobile phone and walked towards the subway exit. When she passed a trash can, she stopped suddenly.

There were some sundries piled up next to the trash can, and among the sundries, there seemed to be a black backpack under it.

Relying on her memory and ability to analyze graphics, she could tell at a glance that this backpack was the one carried by that person.Exactly the same wear on the shoulder straps, and about the same size and contents.

She didn't act rashly, and immediately told Rhett about the situation.

"Stay where you are..." Rhett typed these words, but he quickly deleted them.Because he suddenly remembered that Trista was not a professional in the establishment, she was just an ordinary person, and she could not be put in danger.

[Are there any police officers on duty nearby, find them immediately and report the situation.If not, you stay away from there until I come over. ]

Holding the mobile phone, Trista immediately ran out of the subway station.She soon saw several patrolling police officers and took them to the subway.

These police officers have been on patrol all year round and have rich experience, so they soon started to deal with it.

And Trista was an eyewitness, and she was taken directly to the police station for questioning.The imaginary thrilling explosions and street pursuits did not happen at all.

And this matter was extraordinary, she still couldn't leave after finishing the transcript, so she could only stay there.

There are all kinds of people in the police station, and of course most of them are criminals.Trista was not afraid, but a few male criminals kept staring at her, which made her feel a little scared.Even if she is not interested in the love between men and women, she also knows what this look means.

When she couldn't bear to protest, Rhett came, "It's all taken care of here, we can go."

"How is it? Are there... explosives?" Trista immediately jumped up from the stool and walked to this man who looked slender but felt extremely secure at the moment.

"No." Reid shook his head. He didn't tell Trista that immediately it wasn't explosives, but some parts of human organs. "But that person has been on the CIA's watch list. You didn't admit your mistake."

The author has something to say: Is the little doctor not as popular as Sherlock now, but what do you think, Sherlock and the little doctor are not competitive in appearance, hahaha