My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Buzz buzz."

The phone vibrated rapidly, and the screen lit up.

"Snapped."

Hip waves rolling.

"Give me the phone." Ethan continued on the original frequency.

He frowned as he answered the phone.

The time displayed on the screen was already two o'clock in the morning. A call late at night usually didn't mean anything good.

But often it is this kind of call that has to be answered.

"Gag her mouth."

Ethan waved his hand and said to another sweaty brunette.

While he pressed answer, the brunette weakly held the blonde's head, stifling the other's moans.

"This is Morgan."

Putting the phone to his ear, Ethan asked in a deep voice: "Who called me."

"It's me, Meredith."

A woman's voice sounded from the opposite side, looking a little panicked: "There's something wrong with Erwin, can you come over here? I don't know what to do. No one answered Hank's phone."

"calm down."

Ethan asked in confusion: "What happened?"

After the other party spoke for a while, he hung up the phone.

The engine of the Dodge Challenger began to roar violently, roaring wildly on the dirt road for several minutes, and finally stopped slowly after exhausting the last drop of oil.

Ethan wiped his sweat, turned over and picked up his clothes.

"bump."

The door closed heavily.

Moonlight poured in from the window and fell on the blonde girl.

Obviously, that high-speed galloping was beyond her endurance, and her body was already covered with sweat.

Still going on.

Twitching.

"Uh-huh."

On the quiet streets late at night, the sound of brakes was particularly harsh.

The two Cadillacs stopped almost simultaneously.

"Bump, bump."

The sound of door closing sounded one after another.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Ethan in his nightgown, Hank spread his hands.

"It seems Meredith has contacted you." Ethan shrugged and pushed open the front door of Olinsky's house.

Once it comes, leave it behind.

You can't see that Hank has come over and run home again. He is also Olinsky's boss, and some things should be in place.

As for pajamas, they come in whatever is convenient for the night.

He didn't bother to change into regular clothes.

The lights in the house were on, and as soon as the two stepped onto the porch, the door was opened by someone inside.

"Hey."

Lexie rubbed her eyes and yawned: "Do you need me to say welcome?"

This guy is also wearing a set of white pajamas.

He looked very sleepy.

"Feel sorry."

Meredith stretched out her hand, grabbed her daughter's ear and pulled her to the side: "You don't have any manners, just stay away."

"I'm sorry for asking you to come here so late."

This is Olinsky's wife, she is also wearing pajamas and has a sad look on her face.

"Where is he?"

Being an old friend, Hank spoke first.

"later."

Meredith shook her head: "Ervin is about to tear the garage apart, and I don't know who else to turn to."

"There have been times like this before."

She took a deep breath and her eyes turned red: "Every time, Erwin becomes very indifferent and falls into a dilemma of his own making. If possible, I hope you can persuade him."

"certainly."

Ethan nodded slowly: "This is what we should do."

"What do you want to drink?"

Meredith sniffed and stepped aside: "Come in first."

"Bourbon."

Before Ethan could say anything, Lexi came over with a wine bottle: "Knob Creek Nine-Year-Old Collector's Edition, Daddy has been saving it for a long time, and he is not willing to drink it!"

This little cotton-padded jacket is leaky.

But Ethan didn't mind and happily grabbed the bottle.

The other party did not let go.

"yacht."

Her bright eyes blinked.

"no problem."

Ethan nodded and agreed first.

After hearing the other party's reply, Lexi let go of her hand with satisfaction.

"go to sleep."

Meredith gave her a shock: "That has nothing to do with you."

"cut."

Lexie stuck out her tongue and then quickly ran upstairs.

Hank walked to the nearby wine cabinet with familiarity, took out three whiskey glasses, and led Ethan to the back. He has been here for decades, and he doesn’t know how many times he has been here.

Behind, the garage lights come on.

The sound of tumbling could be heard from time to time, accompanied by a few curses.

"Dong dong."

Hank knocked on the side door and walked in casually.

"I told you I'm not free."

Olinsky sat cross-legged on the ground and said without looking back: "Leave me alone and go to sleep."

Beside him, there were a dozen file boxes stacked up.

Papers were scattered everywhere on the floor.

Everything seemed extremely messy, and he didn't know what he was looking for.

"Don't you think it's a bit late to clean up the garage now?" Hank looked around and walked into the garage: "Please, what are you doing?"

"Feel sorry."

Olinsky looked through the documents and picked up the red wine at his feet: "I only have one cup here."

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan unscrewed the bottle cap and said cheerfully: "I do have a bottle of good bourbon here."

Hearing his voice, Olinsky finally stood up:

"Why are you here too?"

"Damn it, isn't that my drink?"

"It's ours now." Ethan sat down on the sofa and poured whiskey into the three crystal glasses that Hank put on the table: "How about it, are you interested in coming over and having a drink with us?"

The amber wine bubbles and the aroma overflows.

Olinsky licked his lips and drank the red wine in his hand.

It is said to be a garage, but it is actually equivalent to a small room and storage room. When Olinsky had conflicts with Meredith, he lived here alone.

So, it’s okay to use it to entertain guests.

Looking at the whiskey in the glass, Olinsky took a big sip.

"Bang."

The cup dropped to the table with a muffled sound.

"These are all documents from when I was in the organized crime investigation team." Facing the inquiring looks of the two men, he said in a low voice, "I kept them all when the team was disbanded six years ago."

"At that time, I was in charge of monitoring."

"Dennis Lee was often talking to a girl who was his mistress."

"That woman makes Li crazy."

Holding the cup, Olinsky drank the remaining wine in one gulp: "I know that if that woman is still in Chicago, Dennis Lee will definitely not be able to help but contact her and find her."

"boom."

The arm waved heavily.

The cup fell to pieces on the wall and the ping pong fell to the ground.

"Damn it."

Olinsky clenched his fists and roared: "I have obviously written down that name in the file, why can't I find it?"

"Damn, I definitely recorded it."

Looking at the broken cup, his chest rose and fell sharply.