My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Drops of blood floated in the air.

As Burgess ran, it kept falling to the ground.

The little girl's arms were limp and her eyes were closed tightly, followed by the Asian woman just now.

After glancing at Ethan, Burgess got into the patrol car with the little girl in his arms.

Soon, Roman also ran out angrily.

With the engine roaring, the patrol car left the scene at high speed. Judging from the situation, it seemed that it would not be able to survive the ambulance and had to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible.

"We need to find the shooter."

Ethan looked around and said coldly: "No matter who he is."

In the secret room, several portable lamps were set up.

The lights illuminated the inside as if it were daytime, and the staff of the forensics department were busy.

Ethan passed two colleagues from the forensics department who were wearing chemical protective suits. He watched the woman in red on the stretcher swaying gently following their movements, sighed softly, covered her mouth and nose and walked in.

At this time, other people also came to the scene.

When such a vicious case occurs, the intelligence team takes the case into hands immediately.

"Don't you need to continue checking?"

Finding two people cutting the chains on the wall, Ethan looked at the white woman who looked like a supervisor next to him: "Have you figured out what happened?"

"Um."

The woman nodded silently: "Next, they will be transported back to the morgue for autopsy and examination."

"but."

She shook her head again: "According to my experience, there will be no special results."

"The cause of death of these girls is simple."

"Hungry, dehydrated."

The supervisor looked at Ethan and spread his hands: "This is what caused their death."

"That is to say."

Ethan asked with a cold face: "Were they starved to death?"

The white female supervisor's expression was also very ugly. In this position, she naturally thought that she had seen everything before, but what was happening now was beyond her imagination.

“The main thing is water.”

She covered her nose and gritted her teeth: "They can persist for a long time without food."

"But there's no water."

At this point, she pursed her lips.

"These wounds."

Antonio walked in with him, and he habitually shined the flashlight on the face of a girl on the ground: "Were they abused before they were alive?"

Not just on the ground, but all girls are the same.

Their faces all had marks scratched by sharp weapons, which frightened them.

"No."

The white female supervisor paused and said in a complicated tone: "You can look at their nails."

At this point, she put on a mask.

The matter is actually very simple. Almost everything that needs to be said has been said. She has to continue to be busy with her work.

"No need to look anymore."

Irene stopped Antonio's movement and looked at the mineral water bottle lying on the ground: "These poor women are trying to snatch the chance to live. I can't imagine what happened here."

She raised her head and looked at the mottled wall.

The shrill wails seemed to echo endlessly inside.

"Let's go."

There is nothing more to gain from staying here.

Ethan pulled up Irene who was squatting on the ground, and the three of them walked outside again. Several bodies were being carried to the ground next to the rolling shutter door, waiting for subsequent processing.

There was a sharp brake sound, and a Cadillac stopped outside the door.

Hank pushed through the crowd and strode in.

This kind of case happened, and as the deputy director in charge of operations, he needed to come and take a look.

"Any ideas?"

Seeing Ethan walking out with a few people, he frowned and said, "I just received a notification that the gunman has escaped, and the patrol has lost that person's whereabouts."

"damn it."

Olinsky kicked the wall next to him hard and said excitedly: "I can't even handle such a small thing."

"Hey."

There was a patrolman next to him, and Hank quickly put his arm around the old man's shoulders: "They have tried their best."

"According to my inference."

Olinsky scratched his beard and gritted his teeth and said: "This gunman came here to deliver food to those girls, but obviously, that bastard was late, very late."

"According to the medical examiner's judgment, these girls were dead for two or three days."

"License plate number?" Ethan asked.

"Only see part of it."

Olinsky said with a cold face: "Rusek has already gone to adjust the nearby surveillance."

"Boss."

Atwater crossed the cordon in a hurry. He nodded to Hank and said to everyone: "I have contacted the landlord, who said that the renter is an Asian man."

"Cash, one year's rent paid directly."

"anything else?"

Antonio felt something was wrong when he heard the cash, and continued to ask: "Name, physical characteristics?"

"nothing."

Atwater closed the notepad, shook his head and said, "I asked, but the other person just said he couldn't remember clearly. I guess he was afraid and wanted to take him back to the police station for questioning."

"Call the patrolman."

Ethan waved his hand and said decisively: "If there is any crime, all charges should be pinned on that landlord."

"Unless he can provide us with useful clues."

At this time, he doesn't mind using all means, big and small, just to get the information he wants.

"Please."

There was a shout outside the door, mixed in Chinese and English: "Sir, please let me in. I want to see if my daughter is inside. Please."

"gentlemen."

The Latin male police officer who was with Ethan and the others just now stretched out his hand to stop the other party: "You can't go in, there's a murder happening inside, and I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You do not understand."

The person confronting him was a middle-aged Asian man wearing a gray jacket with wrinkles all over his face. The man's lips trembled with excitement: "Sir, my daughter may be in there."

"Please, let me go in and take a look."

"I bought it."

The Latin male policeman had one head and two heads. He turned around helplessly: "Please, we need help here."

"Is it possible that any of you can speak Chinese?"

Looking forward again, the Latin male policeman asked the onlookers with a headache: "Does any of you know what he is talking about? I need a translator."

"let me."

Ethan walked over quickly and signaled the patrolman to step aside: "What clothes is your daughter wearing, and what are her physical characteristics?"

This Chinese man spoke with a Hu Jian accent.

There is an aroma of cooking on my body.

On his sleeves, there are two light yellow sleeves.

The trembling hands were covered with calluses. They were not fired from a gun. No need to guess, they must have been hard work in Chinatown, such as kitchen work.

"Red clothes."

Hearing the police officer speak his familiar words, the man excitedly took out a photo:

"This is Xiaojun, police officer, please help me take a look."

In the photo, there is a cute little girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, smiling and making scissor-hands gestures to Ethan.

Thanks to book friend Brother Ji Mie Wang for your reward and support, thank you!