My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"What else do they have in common?"

A muffled groan broke the silence in the large room.

Holding the case file, Horsted looked at Olivia expressionlessly. Of course, his eyes fluctuated wildly.

"The first two victims."

Nodding to him, Olivia continued: "They all have green nail polish on their nails. I don't know if it's a coincidence or the murderer's special hobby."

"Victoria."

Antonio looked at the photo of his hands covered with bandages: "Where are this girl's nails? Have you checked them?"

At this inquiry, Olivia pointed to Hank.

"not yet."

The latter shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "The first priority now is to save people. Victoria is not out of danger yet. After her condition stabilizes, we will arrange for testing."

"But there's no guarantee that anything will be found."

"Her hands were badly burned."

Raising his arms, Hank tried to simulate the scene: "At that time, Victoria was subconsciously protecting her face."

Now that the case has been handed over, he doesn't hide it.

All I can think about is solving the case.

There is not much difference in his mind between the Intelligence Team and the Violent Crime Team, and the weight here is even heavier.

"These three cases happened in New York."

Olivia answered, frowning and continuing to introduce the case: "There was no DNA evidence left, not inside the body, and it was burned outside the body. The murderer was extremely cautious."

Rusek looked through the records in his hand. The previous cases all occurred in 2004.

He couldn't help scratching his head:

"What is the reason that makes this guy commit another crime again after twelve years?"

"Unfortunately."

Olivia heard him talking to himself and said helplessly: "We don't know about this, and we don't know whether the other party has continued to commit crimes in the past ten years."

"That's the situation now."

She looked at everyone, spread her hands and said, "Our suspect is male, white, and about five feet nine inches tall."

"According to speculation, he is around thirty-five years old."

"Maybe he is engaged in the medical industry, or pretending to be a relevant practitioner."

After saying these words, she said that she had finished introducing her situation. Antonio looked at his little brother and couldn't help but rub his earrings. No wonder the other party listed Will as a suspect.

These conditions are very consistent with the other party.

Even if it were him, he would investigate Will.

Next, everyone's eyes fell on Ethan. After all, the case was taken over, so as the head of the intelligence team, it was up to him to decide what to do next.

"Erwin."

Ethan thought for a while and began to give orders: "You and Atwater go to the hospital."

"If Victoria is conscious, ask for the details of the case again, and find a way to obtain the residue on her nails and hand them over to the forensic department for examination."

"Jay."

Turning around, he looked at Horsted: "You and I, along with Irene, go to the crime scene to investigate."

After staring at him for a few seconds, he said in another direction:

"Antonio is staying, posting the hotline number, and studying the clues coming back from the Violent Crimes Unit."

"OK."

Everyone nodded one after another, indicating that there was no problem.

"And me?"

Rusek raised his arms.

"Before your feet heal, just stay in front of the computer and watch the surveillance video." Ethan rolled his eyes, waved his hand and said, "You need to watch the surveillance video near the scene of Dennis Lee's crime."

The other party had already sunk to the bottom of the lake, but he still had to find a way to hang him up.

Rusek suddenly became crestfallen.

While others are busy with new cases, I am cooking up leftovers.

In fact, everyone understands that if it were not for the overwhelming luck, it would be basically impossible to find Dennis Lee again.

By this time, the other party had already escaped from Illinois.

"correct."

Speaking of surveillance, Ethan thought of the man huddled in the corner: "Mouse, do you know what you should do?"

"clear."

The mouse made an OK gesture: "I will first find out all the surveillance cameras around the Victoria crime scene, so that you can conduct further inspections after you have clues."

Smart enough, Ethan nodded with satisfaction.

"Chief Linsen."

Finally, he looked at the expert who came from New York for support: "If you don't mind, just stay in the intelligence team. The coffee here is good."

"By the way, provide them with some guidance on their work."

"Coffee is fine."

Olivia smiled and said: "Guidance is out of the question, we all learn from each other."

Although the atmosphere is a bit awkward now because of Will's incident, they have to face various emergencies all the time, so their mental adjustment ability is definitely fine.

She didn't interfere with the intelligence team's arrangements.

Each department has its own style of doing things, and it’s not a bad thing to go through them all after taking over a case.

"Crack."

With a few heavy slaps from Ethan's palm, everyone started to move.

Two cars turned around the corner and stopped slowly next to a building with a blackened exterior wall. The people inside got out of the car one after another.

Ethan looked at the house and frowned.

Outside, police tape was put up.

The wind whimpered between the broken doors and windows, which sounded particularly scary.

"Chief Morgan."

A blond man in blue uniform got out of a Camry next to him. He said hello and walked over quickly: "I am from the Chicago Fire Department. I have been ordered to come over and explain the situation of the fire scene to you."

"I'm Morgan."

After shaking hands with the blond man, Ethan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, please come."

"It should."

The man waved and said you're welcome: "Shall we start now?"

"certainly."

Nodding, Ethan followed him and walked inside.

The two people behind quickly followed.

The heavy footsteps made a squeak on the steps, which made people feel creepy. When they came inside, their breathing became much faster.

Burnt.

Looking around, the whole world is scorched.

The walls, ceiling, and furniture were all mottled black, and the air was filled with a strange smell left behind after things were burned.

Outside, the sun is shining brightly.

Inside the house, it was dark.

Erin took out the Glock and turned on the tactical flashlight on it. The light shone on a corner. There were several photo frames placed above the cabinet. The faces inside had become distorted and blurred under the influence of high temperature.

Just like the photos seen in the case files, Victoria was never the same again.

"Jay."

Looking at Ethan and the firefighters walking inside, Erin whispered: "I know they shouldn't take advantage of you, but looking at this, don't you think that finding justice for the victims is the most important thing?"

She doesn't want a rift to develop between the team.

Some things need to be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise the cracks will get bigger as time goes by.