My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

With a bit of harvest that is not considered a harvest, there is nothing left to look at.

After walking around for a while, they left the house.

There was a thump on the sidewalk.

Several people knocked the black and gray on their shoes in unison, looking a little happy.

"Buzz."

At this moment, Ethan's phone vibrated.

"I'm Morgan."

"There is bad news." Olinsky's voice sounded from the opposite side, saying in a muffled voice: "We just arrived at the hospital to ask a few words, and Victoria suffered serious complications. The operation has just ended."

"The doctors did their best."

After a pause, he continued: "I have asked the doctor to help extract the substance on her nails and will take it to the forensic office for examination later."

"No."

Ethan sighed lightly, shook his head and replied, "We found nail polish at the crime scene, and it's definitely green."

"You guys go back to the police station."

The person on the other end said no more and quickly hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

Eileen saw his face darken and quickly asked: "What happened?"

Putting away his phone, Ethan looked at the house next to him:

"this place."

"The owner is gone."

A gust of wind blew through the cracks in the house, whistling louder than before.

Intelligence Unit.

When the three returned to the Chase Room, Olinsky and Atwater were already there.

The news of Victoria's death has been known to everyone, and they are all busy with the work at hand in silence, trying to find clues that can move forward as soon as possible.

After sharing what he found, Ethan returned to the office.

The hotline for collecting information has been sent out.

The bells on it kept ringing, and Nadia couldn't take it anymore. Others helped her share the pressure, carefully identifying the words of each enthusiastic citizen, and recording anything suspicious.

Sometimes, these calls can do wonders.

This is how many eyewitnesses came to be.

So even if the work is very tedious and few of the 100 calls are reliable, they still take the trouble to answer it.

I was busy until two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Dong dong."

"Please come in."

Ethan put down the case file in his hand.

"Boss."

Antonio walked in and waved a piece of paper in his hand: "I found something. This is the hotline call record that the violent crime team received before. There is a piece of information on it that is not right."

"uh-huh."

Ethan took the paper and looked curiously.

"This was called to the Violent Crime Unit two days ago." Antonio introduced: "This woman claimed that she met a man two weeks ago and asked her to help move boxes out of the car."

"She felt something was wrong and left."

"That's the point."

Antonio knocked on the table: "The woman said the man was wearing a surgical gown."

When he said this, Ethan also happened to see the last line of the conversation.

"knew."

Ethan nodded to Olivia, who was sitting opposite in the office, and reached out to grab the handset of the landline: "I'm calling Hank."

When the other party mentioned surgical gowns, it was indeed worth following up.

But maybe Hank has already checked it out, and it would be easiest to just make a phone call.

After a minute, he hung up the phone with a weird look on his face.

"How about it?"

Not only Antonio, but Olivia also spread his hands. The two could only hear Ethan telling the story, but they did not know the other person's situation.

"It's clear that the violent crime unit guys have their hands full."

Ethan grabbed the car keys and shrugged: "They haven't gotten around to verifying this information yet."

"Come on, let's go take a look."

Good guy, Hank's pent-up anger just now seemed to burst out of the receiver.

Before the phone was hung up, a roar sounded.

Antonio's expression also became strange. He knew Hank's character very well, and no one was investigating this kind of information. The people in the Violent Intelligence Unit probably wouldn't have a good time in the next week.

"You go ahead."

Olivia pursed her lips and smiled: "I can be here alone, no need for special hospitality."

"OK!"

Ethan doesn't care about her anymore, just don't blow up the office.

Anyway, important places are locked.

Shaking the key, Antonio and Antonio hurried downstairs. For this hotline, anyone who provides information will leave their contact information.

They quickly contacted each other and the two drove away from the police station.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang and Ethan glanced around.

It can be seen from the messy lawns on the roadside that the environment of this community is average, but it is much better than many places in the South District. In the distance is an elevated platform, and the subway is passing by the bridge.

With convenient transportation, many office workers should choose to live here.

"Click."

The door opened and Ethan looked away.

Standing inside was a brown-haired woman in her twenties, with fair skin, big blinking eyes that looked a little cute, and quite beautiful.

Height is about the same as Erin.

When they saw each other's brown eyes again, Ethan and Antonio looked at each other, both looking a little excited.

"Charlotte Reagan?"

Ethan showed the police badge hanging on his waist: "This is Chief Morgan."

"That's right."

When she saw the silver badge, the vigilance in the little girl's eyes disappeared, and she lowered her hand holding the wooden door: "I am Ronald Reagan."

"Hi~"

Antonio also took out his police badge and said with a smile: "I'm Detective Dawson. I just talked to you on the phone."

"Wow~"

Reagan looked at Ethan, pushed his long brown hair behind his ears, and said shyly:

"I didn't expect the police chief to come."

"I didn't expect that either."

Ethan showed a sunny and handsome smile and spread his hands: "The enthusiastic citizen turned out to be such a young and beautiful girl."

"Do you mind if we go in and chat?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Reagan paused for a moment and quickly stepped aside: "Please come in!"

This is an apartment building. The little girl leads the way and walks briskly along the corridor.

"Snapped."

Antonio swept his arm and slapped Ethan on the back, and whispered: "We are here to work, don't forget this."

"I didn't forget it!"

Ethan looked innocent and shrugged: "Aren't I removing the other person's psychological defense?"

His eyes followed the little buttocks that kept swaying from side to side.

"I hope you're not trying to take off each other's clothes."

Antonio curled his lips and rudely pierced his little thought.

"This is it."

Reagan stopped in front of a room door, took out the key and opened it: "Sorry, my room is a bit messy, I hope you don't mind."

"of course not."

The two people behind nodded, and Ethan glared at Antonio before happily following him in.