My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The location where the two of them were was the living room of the house.

This place should have been very cozy before, but now it's a doomsday scene, with everything in ruins.

Following the light in the opponent's hand, Horsted slowly moved his eyes.

"Um."

After a few seconds, he exhaled heavily: "Don't worry, I know what to do, Boss and the others."

Tightening his cheeks, he said helplessly:

"It's also for official business."

"only."

Horsted looked at his partner and said extremely depressed: "You know, that is my brother after all, and the same blood flows in our bodies."

"Believe me, I understand." Erin punched him hard on the shoulder:

"Did you subconsciously think that your own brother was the murderer? Otherwise, why didn't you think that asking Will to actively cooperate with Boss's investigation is the best way to clear him of suspicion."

"Even he knows this and you try to stop it?"

Looking at her partner, Erin tilted her head: "In the pedophilia case, you are the number one suspect. It was Boss who helped you get out of trouble, and Hank proved your innocence."

"Now, you actually suspect that they want to frame your brother?"

When Erin said this, Horsted's face suddenly turned red.

"OK."

He raised his hands and said humbly: "I know, this is my fault."

In fact, when he saw Victoria's tragic situation, Horsted had already begun to feel shaken. Now that he came to the fire scene, he was even more emotionally unstable. This woman had suffered inhuman treatment.

Olivia's first thought was to find the murderer, and she really couldn't blame him for this.

Erin didn't care whose fault it was.

But seeing him pull away from that emotion finally made him feel relieved.

"What are you two doing?"

Ethan turned around and saw the two of them standing still in the living room, and shouted repeatedly: "Hurry up and follow, don't be in a daze."

After the two men quickly followed, the firefighter pointed to the yellow sign on the floor:

"Be careful, don't step on these places."

"They are all left by the forensics department. I don't know what they are used for, but I suggest you don't touch them."

He looked at the bedroom inside and took a deep breath: "Damn it, you don't know how much I hate these arsonists. They are all mentally twisted perverts. That guy rolled up newspapers and shredded rubber into a ball."

"These items were piled up next to the victim and in various corners of the house."

"Finally, light it with lighter fluid."

Bending down, Ethan and others got through the red warning tape crossing the door. The room was darker than outside, and the walls had peeled off in some places.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the wall, and it was suddenly stained with a layer of black dust.

There was a large bed in the middle, with several burnt and tattered bedding stained with stains that looked like grease.

No need to guess, you know what it is.

"Poor woman."

The blond firefighter shook his head and sighed: "She was also lucky. We happened to be on a mission nearby at the time. If it had been a few minutes longer at night, there would have been only one charred corpse left here."

Erin and Horsted used tactical flashlights to carefully observe the scene, trying to find some small details that others had not noticed.

This is normal.

Although people from the Violent Crime Unit must have visited the scene, everyone has a different way of looking at it.

"damn it."

Stepping down the dust on his shoes, Horsted raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember what Olivia said?"

"DNA information could not be found in the previous cases."

"I suspect that the murderer deliberately set fire to destroy all possible evidence. After being devoured by the fire, no effective clues can be extracted here."

"That's right."

Erin also wrinkled her nose and continued to search.

"Yo."

The blond firefighter looked at Ethan with his arms crossed and asked curiously: "I heard that this suspect is a habitual criminal?"

"That's right."

Ethan glanced at this guy and nodded.

"Shet," the firefighter said angrily, "Some people deserve to go to hell. You don't know what that woman looked like when we carried her out."

"The quilt."

He pointed to the smelly bedding, gritted his teeth and said, "Part of it is even adhered to her body."

These words made Irene's whole body tremble.

She stepped back, her feet unsteady and she almost fell to the ground.

"I'm fine."

Her arms shook, and she slapped her chest in fear.

Just now, I stepped into the debris in the corner, dust rose up, and I hit a small round object under my feet.

Subconsciously, she rubbed forward.

There was a sound of gurgles, and a burnt bottle rolled on the floor.

"Snapped."

Erin shivered and stepped forward to step on the thing.

"damn it."

She raised her head and looked at Ethan, her eyes shining: "Would you like to bet on what color it is inside?"

"ah?"

Not only Ethan, but also the three men present became confused.

I don't understand why she was so excited at all, nor why she suddenly mentioned the bet.

"This is a nail polish bottle."

Erin remembered that these men didn't even know what it was, so she explained and continued: "Have you forgotten what Olivia just said? The color of the victim's nail polish."

"Well, I bet you."

Ethan also recalled it, and he said seriously: "I think it's green inside, I won, you give me a Franklin."

"If you lose, I'll give you ten."

"Uh-huh."

The white middle finger was raised unceremoniously.

Her guess was revealed before the other party. Irene didn't take the blame now. She picked up the bottle and blew away the dust on it.

There is no need to wear gloves.

The bottle had been burned and smoked, leaving no evidence.

The bottle cap was deformed and she couldn't unscrew it even with all her strength.

"You do it!"

In desperation, he had no choice but to throw the bottle to Ethan.

The latter took the thing and took a closer look. Under the action of high temperature, the lid had fused with the bottle body. He was not so stupid and wasting his efforts here.

"Uh-huh."

He threw the nail polish bottle outside.

The dark bottle kept rolling in mid-air.

"bump."

With a gunshot, the small bottle exploded in the air.

Countless green spots splashed onto the gray stairs, and the broken bottles clattered on the floor.

"uh-huh."

Ethan nodded, swung the python twice and inserted it into the holster: "Guys, there is no doubt that the serial rapist and murderer in New York has gone to Chicago."

"damn it."

The fireman swallowed and looked at Horsted in shock.

No need to speak, the meaning in his eyes is obvious enough, is your boss crazy?

In response, the latter helplessly spread his hands.