My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Calm down, everyone, it won't help. We need to find the murderer as soon as possible."

Hood raised the gun in his hand high and looked around.

Hood didn't put his pistol back into its holster until he saw that the aboriginal people had stopped making noise.

With Amy's help and Hood's shock, the mood of the aborigines calmed down a lot. Brock touched the swollen corners of his mouth, and then took out a notebook to record the situation with an unhappy look on his face.

After a while, he walked up to Hood with the transcript in hand.

"The dead girl's name is Lana Colliery. She disappeared last night."

"Is there anything else going on?" Hood crossed his arms.

Brock shook his head and put away the notebook.

"Not yet."

At this time, Bowman and a group of Amish people also came to the scene. Regardless of Siobhan's obstruction, he got through the guard and took him away. He said to Hood:

"Chief Hood, my tribe and I also searched for Solomon this morning, but there was no trace of him."

"No matter who did this, I'm afraid that the same thing happened to Solomon. Can you arrange someone to help search?"

Hood clasped his belt with both hands and said to her: "Mr. Bowman, don't worry, we promise to try our best to find him."

"In addition, you can also ask Solomon's friends to see who last saw him yesterday. This can provide us with some clues.

"Okay, no problem." Bowman grabbed his felt hat, nodded, and was about to leave.

At this time, the most excited person among the aboriginals just talked to Amy for a few words, and then pulled a crying girl over.

"I am the father of the deceased Lana."

He said angrily: "I have clues here to prove who is the murderer of Lana."

Hearing him say this, it attracted the attention of everyone present.

Hood asked seriously: "What evidence do you have?"

The man in a plaid shirt tried his best to control his emotions. He patiently said to the crying girl:

"Retell what you just told me and tell it to the police chief."

This little girl, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, glanced at Lana who was covered with a white cloth, cried and said:

"Lana dated an Amish boy before she was alive. She happily told me yesterday that she was going out on a date with that Amish boy."

Hood quickly asked, "Has Lana ever told you the name of that Amish boy?"

She wiped away her tears, nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, that boy's name is Solomon Bowman."

After the words fell, Bowman's face changed drastically. He waved his hands in a panic, "This is impossible, you must be lying. It is impossible for my son to date an Indian girl."

"Fakeyu, what do you mean by that?" Lana's father glared angrily.

Bowman shook his head repeatedly, his gray beard flying. "I didn't mean that, but what she said is definitely not the truth. My son is so good, he will not associate with foreigners."

Colliery took a step forward and asked excitedly:

"So where is Solomon Bowman? You call him out and I'm going to confront him."

Hood quickly stood up to help explain, "His son is also missing. We searched for him for a long time last night."

"Shet."

Colliery pointed his finger at Bowman angrily, "Do you think anyone believes these lies? It must be you bastard who hid Solomon Bowman."

After saying this, he wanted to rush towards Bowman, but Brock quickly hugged him.

The aborigines standing outside the cordon also clenched their fists and pushed the Amish next to them.

Amy King of the Chino Police Department tried to dissuade her, but was pushed away.

"Whatever you want to do, just go back."

Seeing that something was wrong, Ethan tore off the warning tape and rushed into the crowd.

As he rushed left and right, the chaotic crowd was quickly separated.

If anyone is dishonest, Ethan will slap him with a flick of his hand, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

The people from the Chino tribe picked up a few thorns that had fallen to the ground, and quickly backed away, looking at Ethan standing in the middle of the crowd with fear. No one dared to explode the thorns again.

Emmett and Siobhan also quickly drew their batons and rushed over, separating the two groups.

At this time, a piercing horn sounded, and a car drove over quickly and stopped behind the crowd.

Alex Langcid and Nora Langcid got out of the car one after another, and the people of the Chino tribe gathered around them as if they had found a backbone.

Amidst the shouts of chiefs, Alex shook hands with the Chino tribe people and patted their shoulders solemnly, then separated from the crowd and walked over.

Ethan's sharp eyes saw Alex suppressing the twitching of the corners of his mouth. It seemed that he was enjoying this moment very much.

At this time, a hostile look fell on him, and Ethan immediately looked away.

Nora was looking at herself expressionlessly, her eyes piercing like knives.

Ethan laughed secretly in his heart. He didn't expect that after being imprisoned for a while, she would regain her original arrogant energy so quickly.

He also glared back at Nora unceremoniously and made a stranglehold on her.

Nora was furious and staggered.

She gritted her teeth and looked at Ethan. If she hadn't been accidentally imprisoned by her enemies, she would have wanted to seek revenge from this arrogant town police officer.

"Please give way."

Alex walked up to him and said politely.

Ethan nodded and stepped aside.

With Alex's comfort, Colliery decided to go back to deal with his daughter's funeral.

Due to his arrival, the situation was quickly brought under control. After Lana's body was loaded into the ambulance, the Chino tribe slowly dispersed.

It could be seen from their eyes that they now identified the murderer as Solomon, and before leaving, they warned the Amish to hand over the murderer.

Hood also felt a little dizzy at this time. Although he preferred to believe that Solomon was not the murderer, he had to admit that Solomon was now the biggest suspect.

In desperation, he turned to look at Bowman.

"Mr. Bowman, are you sure you didn't hide Solomon?"

Bowman clutched his felt hat tightly and said with an aggrieved look: "I swear, I didn't do such a thing."

Hood sighed, "Now you go organize the manpower. I and my people will accompany you to search again later."

Bowman nodded and walked away with heavy steps.

After he left, Hood noticed a group of people standing on the slope in the distance. The person in front was covered in tattoos and looked unusually tall.

"Who is that big guy?" Hood pointed and asked Brock curiously.

When Ethan heard what Hood said, he turned his head and looked in the direction that Hood pointed.

There were more than a dozen people standing there. Different from the ordinary aborigines, these people had tattoos everywhere on their bodies and exuded the aura that no strangers should enter.

The burly man in front of them noticed their focused attention and turned away, revealing a thick braid on the back of his head.