My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the streets of the community, blue and red lights flashed.

The originally peaceful night was broken by the noisy crowd, with endless shouts.

"Boom~"

The roar of the engine attracted the attention of the patrolman who was responsible for maintaining order. Several cars approaching quickly made him quickly raise his hands and yell at them.

"Dudu~"

Several sirens buzzed, causing the patrolman to quickly step aside.

Ethan reduced the speed of the car and drove past a tall fire truck. The wet firefighter was walking back carrying a rolled fire hose, and his panting face was streaked with black and white.

"Uh-huh."

Several cars stopped in front of the house.

The people inside also quickly got out of the car.

"Paji."

He stepped on the ground and splashed water.

Ethan frowned and raised his head to look at the house that was still smoking. The air was filled with the smell of things that had just been burned and then mixed with water vapor.

After Hank received a call from the fire brigade, everyone rushed here.

The blackened outer walls made them look solemn.

"Hank."

A tall black man in uniform walked out of the house, with a resolute face and a thick mustache on his upper lip.

He raised his hand in greeting and walked quickly down the porch.

"team leader."

Hank held hands with the other party and said in a hoarse voice: "It's an emergency. Don't tell me. It's the kind of thing I'm thinking!!!"

"Although reluctantly."

The fire chief shook his head solemnly and said, "But this is indeed what we are encountering."

"Now, I need you to come over and confirm."

"Farke."

After a rare swear word, Hank introduced with a sullen face: "This is Ethan Morgan, the chief of the intelligence team. Victoria, you have already met him."

"Wallace Borden."

This tough-guy-looking old black man stretched out his hand to Ethan: "Chicago Fire Department, Captain of Fire Brigade 51."

"Hello."

The two shook hands.

The police station, fire station, and hospital can be regarded as brotherly units. There is no other reason than that they cooperate too many times and often need to assist each other.

Hank didn't bother to introduce the rest of them.

"follow me."

After letting go of his hand, Captain Wallace took the lead and walked up the steps: "Try not to set foot in places where no one has walked. It's still very dangerous inside."

Walking into the house, the smell just now was instantly stronger several times.

"Ah poof~~~"

Rusek's nose itched and he sneezed hard.

The ground was full of damaged debris, and the whole house was burned black. The place where the large flashlight in Wallace's hand shone was a ruin, and the smoke billowed in the beam of light.

"clatter."

Ethan shrank his neck and reached out to touch it.

Fingers, touching the water droplets.

Not only was the floor wet, there were drops of water dripping from the ceiling from time to time.

"The flames started in the bedroom." Wallace led everyone inside and kept telling in a low voice: "The extent of the burning inside was very serious. It couldn't have started naturally."

"In my experience, this was definitely arson."

When they came here, the faces of the people in the intelligence team became gloomy, and they understood why the other party called them here.

In particular, a burnt smell began to fill the air.

Erin took a deep breath, held Ethan's palm tightly while others were not paying attention, and looked at the covered humanoid object on the ground in front of her while breathing heavily.

"This is it."

Wallace put his hands on his hips, shook his head and said, "I don't know if it was the same person who did it."

"I can only say that it is very similar to the previous case in Victoria."

Swallowing, Atwater stepped forward.

Under the illumination of the light, he slowly opened the cloth covering it, and the human-shaped object underneath appeared in front of everyone. This kind of scene would be unforgettable for ordinary people to see.

Within a few months, I will never be in the mood to eat meat.

A bunch of people here have a lot of contact.

Still able to hold up.

"How old is she?" Olinsky identified it carefully and clenched his fists tightly: "Is she eighteen?"

Yates, this is a slap in the face.

Another person was killed in front of them.

"Cover it up."

Ethan patted the back of Erin's hand and released it.

No need to watch.

No need to guess, everyone knows what happened to this girl.

He glanced left and right with a sullen face, and kept fidgeting with some debris on the ground with his toes.

"Not remote arson."

Hank looked at Wallace, gritted his teeth and asked, "It must be delayed arson. Can you prove this? I need you to provide some evidence."

"It's hard, very hard."

Wallace slowly shook his head and said in a low voice: "This will take weeks, months, and a lot of luck. You know, the location of the arson point is often the hottest."

"That's why it's so difficult to convict arsonists in general."

"All evidence will disappear with the flames."

"Fuck Fuck."

Olivia couldn't help but burst out and said excitedly: "This is that bastard's game."

"Eileen."

Looking at the female detective, she said helplessly: "Yates made you his time witness. Just now is the absolute alibi."

"We all let him take advantage of us."

"boom."

A crisp sound startled everyone.

Ethan flicked his wrist and looked at the exposed bricks on the wall: "It's confirmed, it was Yates who did it."

On the dark wall, a touch of green is particularly dazzling.

Erin's eyes moved, and the broken nail polish bottle was still rolling on the ground.

"But."

Rusek said disappointedly: "We don't have any evidence. This time, all of us have become his witnesses."

"What should we do now?"

"find him."

Ethan looked at Olivia with a stern face and said coldly: "The next step is the style of the intelligence team. We will use every method to provoke him and force this guy to do it again."

"During this period, he will be monitored in all directions."

"If there is anything that makes you feel unhappy, just bear with it and don't talk to me about the procedures, okay?"

The latter's face was stiff and he nodded slowly.

Through daily contacts, Ethan felt that Olivia was the kind of person who paid more attention to procedural justice. To put it bluntly, she was a bit of a virgin.

But the other party became more and more cruel, and even made a game to trap them.

Now it's up to me to do some dirty tricks.

"Where's the mouse?"

Ethan strode outside and continued: "Hurry up and locate Yates' cell phone, and we can find any reason to take that guy back to the police station."

"Go to the place where he works and lives tomorrow to investigate."

"I want everyone around him to know that this mother-in-law is a serial killer."

This kind of behavior is very illegal.

Of course, it is also very effective, it is to make the other party become socially dead and force the other party to jump over the wall.

Hank said nothing.

Wallace looked at Ethan appreciatively.

And Olivia, looking at the humanoid object lying on the ground, couldn't say any objection at all. (End of chapter)