[Comprehensive British and American] Vector of love

The cool breeze blows gently, and the surrounding environment is humid and warm, very comfortable.Trista opened her eyes and found that the outside was green and the red rhododendrons were in full bloom.She blinked and found herself dreaming again.

After confirming the relationship with Rhett as a boyfriend and girlfriend, she never had that strange dream again.But for some reason, tonight she dreamed of Claire again.

She was sure that outside the hotel where she was staying, there was a desert of yellow sand.And what she saw now was clearly a garden in spring.

Trying to stand up, she found that her abdomen was unexpectedly heavy.When I looked down, I realized that my stomach was already very big.Such a waistline is at least six months pregnant.

"Claire, how do you feel today?" Someone pushed the door and came in. Trista looked back and saw Finch.

Finch is really her daddy!

"I felt she kicked me. She kicked me several times today. She was very excited." Claire touched her stomach and walked to the window.She didn't open the window, but looked out the window with some vigilance.

"Don't worry, Claire, it's safe here." Finch took out a lot of food from the shopping bag and put them into the refrigerator one by one. "No matter how powerful he is, he can't turn over America."

"Thank you, Harold." Claire closed the curtains anyway, and she walked to Finch's side and held his hand.

Finch raised his head, and he looked at her with emotion in his eyes.

Trista saw something wrong with this look, it didn't look like a husband's look, but like a humble...

Just when she was still thinking about it, a sound woke her up.I sat up and looked, only to find that Reid was unpacking a bag of biscuits, "What time is it?"

"It's not even two o'clock." Rhett had finished reading the book a long time ago, and then he imitated Trista's way of looking at himself, and looked at her.

After she fell asleep, she turned over unconsciously. Hearing her even breathing, Rhett couldn't help but get up in sync with her.

Looking at her soft blonde hair, beautiful eyelashes, and straight nose, he was a little fascinated.

Her eyes moved slowly, her chin was small, unlike many white people with a slit in the middle.The neck is long and slender, the most beautiful swan neck.

Her quilt was covered under her armpits, and her t-shirt had a wide neckline, revealing half of her shoulders.He saw her straight collarbone, extending to her shoulders.Under the light, the skin on the shoulders seems to be shimmering, like a treasure hidden in the darkness.

He was fascinated by the sight, and the slightly hot feeling spread from the top of his head to his lower abdomen.Although the temperature here is high all year round, it is already early winter and it is impossible to be hot.

He pulled the neckline, but saw her body twitch.Thinking that she should wake up, Rhett pretended to look through his pockets in a panic.He actually grabbed a bag of biscuits and tore them open.

"Are you hungry?" Trista yawned and sat up.After waking up from a dream, I always feel very awake, and it is impossible to fall back to sleep all of a sudden.

"A little bit." Reid picked up a biscuit and took a small bite.

"Aren't you sleepy? We have to go to work tomorrow?" Watching him eat biscuits, Trista actually felt a little hungry.But she cared more about him. It was two o'clock, and she usually could only survive until one o'clock.

"Well, then I'm going back to the room." Reid picked up the book, picked up the bag, and was about to leave.

"You can sleep with me." Trista patted the mattress, and of course she hadn't forgotten to add, "I mean, just sleep. Look, now that I'm awake, you're leaving again, I'm afraid I won't be able to fall asleep until four o'clock."

Rhett silently put down the book and backpack, walked to the bed, sat on the floor, and held Trista's hand, "Don't worry, I will always be with you."

Trista tugged at his hand and the quilt, "But I'm worried about your sleep quality."

"I haven't taken a shower yet." Rhett was a little helpless, he only cared about reading and watching her.

"I don't have a cleanliness." Trista didn't care. When a couple is together, what kind of hygiene should they pay attention to? The bacteria on their bodies have been exchanged millions of times.

Rhett sighed, and he lay down slowly.It's just that his posture is very stiff, lying on his back like this, as if he was trying a bed in a furniture store.

Trista reached out and put her arms around his shoulders, then rested her head on his shoulders, "Is my head too heavy?"

"No." Reid didn't dare to shake his head, so he could only let her fiddle with it.It's not that he feels shy, or rejects this kind of intimacy, but he also feels it.

At this moment, he also wanted to hug her very much, and even wanted to go one step further.

He had never felt this way before.Although he knows the physiological structure of the human body very well, he also knows all about reproduction.But he had never been mentally prepared for this, he didn't know that this moment could come so quickly.

But Trista didn't have this idea at all, because she was used to the pure Rhett, and she didn't think he was the same as ordinary men at all.

Holding him in his arms, Trista felt extremely warm in this early winter night.She fell asleep quickly, and slept very soundly.

Although they didn't dream again, the two of them couldn't sleep until dawn.At six o'clock in the morning, they were all woken up by the phone ringing.

Reid subconsciously wanted to get the phone, but what he touched was not the cold and hard surface of the phone, but a very warm body.He froze for a moment, only to realize that he actually held Trista in his arms in his sleep.

Trista didn't wake up right away. She rubbed against Rhett's arms a few times. She thought she was holding a quilt, and raised her long legs, trying to clamp the quilt.

But when she was completely awakened by the ringtone of her mobile phone, she realized that it was Rhett who was hugged by her octopus-like posture.

"Oh, I forgot, you slept with me last night." Trista got up quickly, and she jumped out of bed, not wanting Rhett to see her eyeballs, so she rushed into the bathroom and started wash up.

Reid also took a few deep breaths, and when he calmed down, he picked up his phone and looked at it.

In the early hours of this morning, a truck driver spotted the suspect while he was dumping the bodies of a family.But it was still dark at that time, and the driver didn't see the man's appearance clearly, it just disrupted his plan to dump the corpse.

"Trista, I'll go back to the room to tidy up first. We'll leave in 10 minutes, okay?" Reid walked to the bathroom door and knocked gently on the door.

"Okay, no problem!" Trista quickly took a shower, painted her eyebrows and eyelashes, put on a suit and went out.

When the two arrived at the hotel lobby, the others had already left first.But there was another police officer waiting for them, and they drove to the scene together.

This time the scene was still in the desert, but it was very close to the road, so it was discovered by a truck driver.

There is a Truck Drivers Anti-Crime Alliance in the United States. Because truck drivers travel all over the United States all year round, they will meet many people and things, so they unite to fight crime.

These truck drivers will first receive some basic training so that they know how to deal with special situations.This one from last night participated in such a training. When he stopped to rest, he noticed an unusual reflection in the desert.

Few people would appear in the desert at night, so he was particularly concerned about the moving things that reflected the moonlight.

At that time, he was just a little curious, long-distance driving is inevitably boring, so he walked over, ready to find out.

Who knew that something was wrong as soon as he got close.He immediately yelled a warning and called the police.It's just that the suspect ran to the depths of the desert. The driver didn't know the situation, so he didn't chase him.

Arriving at the scene, Trista directly saw three corpses discarded at the scene.There is a specimen jar next to it, but the jar is broken, and the specimens in it have not been seen.

"It won't melt away, will it?" Morgan said with his arms akimbo, looking at the mess on the ground.

"No, maybe the suspect took it away." Trista squatted down and looked at the glass shards, "Maybe these specimens have special meaning to him."

"Unfortunately, we still have no way to find out the source of the specimen." Reid stood beside Trista, helping her block the rising sun.Her cheeks were slightly flushed, which is the sign of a slight sunburn.

"Can you get rid of the forensics officer and test these glasses? I always feel that these glasses look a little...old." Trista looked at one of the glasses, and she found that the shape of the glass jar was a bit retro.The previous one was nothing special, but this time it was an emergency, and maybe the suspect made some mistake.

"An antique?" Rhett pondered, frowning, looking down at Trista.

"I'll talk about it when I go back and finish the fight." Trista didn't dare to jump to conclusions, she had to recover.

"You have one more thing. Although the driver didn't see the suspect's appearance clearly, he still has an impression of the outline. Use your magic again and at least tell us the body shape." Morgan touched his head, the scorching sun here Let the top of his head start to smoke in no time.

Everyone returned to the police station, and Trista immediately started two tasks.To restore the image of the suspect, she had to communicate with the driver.This process is very important and time-consuming.

At noon, she handed a painting to Hochner, "I don't know if you usually watch horror movies or not, I think this person is probably from Geshan Youyan's crew."

"What do you mean?" Everyone else responded, but Rhett didn't know, so he could only ask directly.

"Our suspect is either disabled or a freak." Trista showed her drawing to the team members, "According to the driver's description, the man's escape posture was very strange. At first I thought he was injured Yes, but the driver said he was going very fast. So I think he has a disability in his legs and hands, which makes him uncoordinated."

Reid looked down at the figure in the painting, and his hairs stood on end.Because this figure really doesn't look like a human, but like a monster in urban legend.