My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Inside is a small apartment.

A small room with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, you can walk from start to finish with just a few steps.

Reagan walked into the room and realized what she was doing. She quickly picked up the colorful small objects on the sofa and threw them into the cloth wardrobe next to her.

Originally, I just wanted to chat for a few words outside.

She didn't know what was going on, but she got dizzy and took the two of them to her room. Her face turned red and she said at a loss:

"The place is too small, so things can only be placed randomly."

"Hey, relax."

Ethan blinked at the little girl: "When I first arrived in Chicago, I lived in a single room that cost three hundred dollars a month, and even the bathroom was shared with others."

He swore to God it was all to put the other person at ease.

Everything is for inquiry service.

But the twitching corners of Antonio's eyes next to him made him want to punch him.

"to be honest."

These words were very effective. Reagan chuckled and looked much more relaxed: "I actually didn't expect you to come over. So, it's been two days since I reported the crime."

"You guys sit down."

She sat down on the single sofa, waved her arms and said, "I thought I was thinking too much."

"Thanks."

Ethan nodded in thanks and squeezed into the small double sofa with Antonio: "Actually, thank you very much for your support of the police work. It is with enthusiastic citizens like you that we can find criminals faster."

"It's just that this case is very complex, so we're late."

"Then Miss Reagan."

Taking out his notebook and ballpoint pen, Antonio got into working mode: "Please tell us in detail what happened when you met that man, thank you!"

"You can also see the situation here."

Reagan folded his hands and a flash of memory flashed through his eyes: "The room is very small, and you will always feel out of breath after staying there for a long time."

"So every night, I would go for a run in a nearby park."

As the story unfolded, the little girl's thoughts began to dance.

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

Rhythmic breathing sounded briskly.

Reagan was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a gray vest. He was running slowly on the side of the road. The vest was soaked with sweat, and the light of the streetlight fell on his neck, shining a ray of light.

Although the surrounding security was good, she only wore an earplug.

The other ear is used to pay attention to unusual movements.

For example, screams, gunshots, calls for help, etc.

These things can't be avoided in the South District. Once there is any abnormality, she will immediately speed up and escape.

From behind, there was heavy breathing.

She turned around warily, and saw an old black man in sportswear following behind her. His aggressive gaze fell unceremoniously on her buttocks, and a feeling of discomfort filled her heart.

Quickly speeding up the pace, after crossing a street intersection, the other party finally turned in another direction.

Arriving at a familiar park, she slowed down.

He moved his arms and walked towards the big tree on the side, preparing to stretch his muscles there.

"Hey."

A voice shouted not far away: "I'm sorry, madam, can you do me a favor?"

"I?"

Reagan pointed at himself and asked.

A white man wearing a hat stood next to a car with the door open, holding a large cardboard box in his hand.

Underneath the other party's jacket, he was wearing a blue surgical gown.

This identity is already obvious here.

Doctors always make people feel good and safe. She immediately relaxed her guard and took two steps forward to where the vehicle was parked.

"That's right."

The man raised his other hand, which was wrapped in a triangle scarf: "I'm really sorry, my arm was a little injured. If I can get help from this beautiful lady, I would be really grateful."

The other person's face was hidden in the shadow of the hat brim.

Only the chin and teeth as white as snow are exposed, and the small half of the smile is very standard, which makes people feel good.

"no problem."

Reagan clapped his hands and strode over.

"Thank you so much."

The man opposite kept talking and said with a smile: "Today seems to be my lucky day. I really met a good person."

As soon as these words came out, Reagan stopped in his tracks.

This person is too attentive when he talks.

A sudden feeling of horror arose in her heart, just like when she was stared at by a venomous snake on a farm in the countryside when she was a child. Her body shivered violently, and goosebumps suddenly appeared on her neck.

I quickly glanced at the car window and saw a large black bag on the back seat.

There seemed to be something inside.

"Feel sorry."

Reagan shook his head quickly and forced a smile: "I remembered that I still have something to do."

Ignoring the other person's shouts, she turned around and continued running at a steady speed.

After running only a few meters, her pace quietly accelerated, getting faster and faster, until she reached the point where she was running away desperately.

"Reagan!!!"

A rapid growl made her whole body tremble.

The fragments of memory faded like a tide, and the whole person came back to his senses, panting heavily and leaning back on the sofa.

"Feel sorry."

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and smiled at the handsome police chief opposite: "That guy gave me such a weird feeling, so I couldn't help but recall the scene at that time."

"never mind."

Seeing that the other person's fingers were still trembling slightly, Ethan reached out and held it: "You are safe now, this is at your home."

"You made the right choice then."

"If you are alone outside, if something goes wrong, you must leave quickly."

This warm hand immediately calmed down Reagan's panic, and his breathing became much slower than before.

"Are you sure you didn't see the other person's face clearly?"

Antonio's pen never stopped. He ignored Ethan's movements and asked intently: "What style of hat is the other person wearing?"

This kind of comforting behavior is quite normal.

It can indeed relieve the nervousness of witnesses and is very helpful for a smooth investigation.

"Didn't see clearly."

Reagan thought again, shook his head and said, "It was night, and he was wearing a hat again. By the way, it was an ordinary black baseball cap."

"Where are the vehicles?"

Antonio continued to ask.

According to the description of the other party, both he and Ethan had an intuition that what Reagan met was a perverted serial murderer. This was a cautious and lucky girl who could escape from the shadow of death.

"Dark Green Subaru."

This time Reagan was very sure and said simply: "My family also has a car of the same model, so I remember it very clearly."

"Where's the license plate number?"

Antonio looked happy and wrote quickly in his notebook.

"Feel sorry."

The girl stuck out her little tongue and looked at Ethan apologetically: "It was dark at the time and I was too nervous, so."

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan patted the back of Reagan's hand gently: "You have given us a great help."

"last question."

Looking into the other person's eyes, he asked in a deep voice: "If you see that person again, can you recognize him?"

Hearing this, Reagan narrowed his eyes.

She just nodded, then hesitantly shook her head from side to side. (End of chapter)