My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Outside the door, figures flashed.

Meredith hid outside and looked in nervously, with a very worried look on her face.

Shaking his head at her, Ethan took a sip of whiskey.

"The parents of those girls." Olinsky picked up the whiskey and roughly poured it into the red wine glass: "If Dennis Lee runs away again this time, how am I going to face them, damn it."

"listen."

Hank nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "Please believe that we want to catch Dennis Lee as much as you do."

"But there is one thing that you should know without reminding me."

He stared at Olinsky and said dullly: "In our business, we must not put ourselves into the emotions of the victims' families. We can't bear it, and it will crush everyone."

On the side, Ethan pursed his lips:

"Sorry, I did something wrong before. I shouldn't have let you go forward and bear those emotions alone."

A smile is contagious.

So does sadness.

I gave him a gentle push before, but I didn't expect him to fall into such a self-blaming mood.

"It has nothing to do with that."

Olinsky waved his hand and gasped: "This is all my fault. Those girls died because of me."

"Six years ago, I did something wrong."

His eyes were red, and he clenched his fists excitedly: "We searched Li's container without a search warrant. We had no choice at the time. We couldn't find any evidence, so we had to do this."

"Yes, the gun was found and the gambling machine was found."

Taking a swig of whiskey from a red wine glass, Olinsky waved his palms heavily: "But his lawyers took advantage of this loophole to defeat us severely."

"Bail, missing."

"And just like that, Dennis Lee was on the run for six years."

"So." He moved his eyes to look at Ethan and Hank, and said blankly: "If I hadn't messed up, Dennis Lee should be in prison, and those six girls wouldn't have died."

Hearing this, Ethan and Hank looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, there was such a story in the middle. No wonder Olinsky kept saying that those girls died because of him.

So far, it is useless to say that it has nothing to do with him.

The best way to help him get rid of his inner demons is to find Dennis Lee. Only then can Olinsky let go of this matter completely. Even if he still feels guilty, he won't be like now.

"OK."

Ethan nodded and put the cup down: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's quickly find the name of the mysterious mistress."

He and Hank didn't waste any time and walked straight to the pile of boxes.

Seeing the two people starting to get busy, Olinsky took a deep breath and stood up to join in.

Outside the house, looking at the three people working together, Meredith had a smile on her lips and returned to the house with a relaxed expression.

the next day.

Olinsky came to the police station early and went straight to the technical room.

"Hey."

He knocked on the reception desk and handed out a piece of paper: "Mouse, I have a name and phone number here. Please help me find out all the information about this person."

"Good morning, Detective."

The mouse stretched, stood up and took the paper. When he saw the name on it, he raised his eyebrows:

"No, Chief Morgan has already sent me the information."

"An investigation has begun."

"I will tell you as soon as I have news."

"Very good." Olinsky was stunned for a moment and put the note away: "How was the monitoring effect last night?"

"Nothing gained."

The mouse shook his head, nodded again and said, "But there is good news. Jesse Kong has indeed started to arrange for his men to find someone. It seems that he does not intend to let Dennis Lee go."

"Um."

Olinsky slapped the table: "Thank you for your hard work, but that person still needs to be found as soon as possible."

"no problem."

Looking at the other person's leaving figure, the mouse rubbed his nose.

The dark circles under this guy's eyes are worse than what he did after staying up all night. He doesn't know what he did last night.

"Ah~~~"

After parking the car, Ethan yawned heavily.

This movement startled the passing patrol officers. They scratched their heads and left quickly.

Hurry, hurry or be late.

In this case, he also slowed down and walked slowly to the police station.

I rummaged through the boxes of documents until almost dawn before I found the mistress's information. After I returned home, I was accidentally entangled by several goblins, and I couldn't sleep for a minute.

Ethan couldn't help but shake his head, the life of a worker was hard.

"Bang."

As soon as I arrived at the reception hall, I bumped into someone.

"Feel sorry."

Roman felt like he had hit a wall and took two steps back. When he noticed it was Ethan, he muttered an apology and then turned around and left.

"Wait a minute."

Ethan grabbed him, frowned and asked:

"Where's your gun?"

Patrol officers usually carry their guns with them, not to mention it's working time now.

But Roman's gun holster was empty.

His face was even more filled with anger.

Roman didn't say anything, he shook Ethan's hand away and continued walking to the locker room inside.

"He's been suspended."

Burgess hurriedly walked out of the reception room nearby. She said something to Ethan, and then hurried forward with an unhappy look on her face.

Suspended!

Ethan suddenly thought of what happened yesterday.

"Bang."

Moving his steps, he pushed open the door of the reception office. The arguments inside stopped abruptly, and Platt swept towards the door angrily.

When she noticed it was Ethan, she took back her curse words.

Opposite her, Director Fisher sat in an office chair with a very serious expression.

"Waterfa?"

Ethan spread his hands and asked Fisher: "Suspension, what about it?"

"Please."

Fisher had a headache, waved his hand and said: "That's not your subordinate, so don't cause trouble."

"He was trying to save people."

After closing the door, Ethan looked at Fisher with squinting eyes: "If it weren't for his actions, the little girl probably wouldn't have survived yesterday. I think you must be very clear about this."

"OK."

Pratt also slapped the table excitedly: "It's right that Roman is my subordinate. What he did is right."

When those two people were there just now, she had to stand with Fisher.

Now that people are gone, they immediately start questioning.

Two sergeants were arguing with him early in the morning. Fisher rubbed his temples and said helplessly: "Please, Pratt, you also understand that I temporarily suspended Patrolman Roman to protect him."

"At this time you should help him find a union representative instead of pounding the table here."

"I admire what he's done."

Fisher looked at Ethan again and said seriously: "Yes, he did save the little girl, but under any circumstances, we should not punch another policeman."

"I think you should understand this very well."

Pumping fists at each other.

Ethan captured the key message.

It now appears that the patrol officer who initiated the complaint was not beaten enough.