My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chicago Hospital.

In the waiting hall, Ethan sat on a chair and sipped coffee.

The seat underneath was shaking.

Erin crossed her legs and shook anxiously, looking around with her head.

Next to her, Burgess was sitting calmly, but she kept flicking her fingers on the screen, betraying her impatience.

It has been more than half an hour since I arrived at the hospital.

The three women who escaped from trouble are all receiving treatment, and it is not known how long it will take before they have the opportunity to be questioned.

"Hey."

Erin's feet stopped shaking and patted Ethan.

The three people stood up at the same time and faced the guy in a white coat who came over.

"Dr. Horsted."

Ethan stretched out his hand and shook it: "How is the situation now?"

"Call me Will."

The person who came was none other than Horsted's brother, who had been listed as a suspect in a serial rape and murder case before. He smiled and spread his hands: "I'm not kidding, if you call me that, Jay will deal with me."

Nodding to the other two people, he waved to follow:

"Two girls were very unconscious."

"But one of them has woken up, so you can get to work."

The group of people walked quickly along the corridor. Will shook his head and continued: "Their hands and feet all have traces of being tied up with ropes, and there are soft tissue injuries everywhere on their bodies."

"correct."

He paused and quickly explained: "In your words, it means being beaten, and for a long time."

"The lower body is also torn to varying degrees."

Will sighed: "No need to explain this. I think everyone can understand that these girls have lived a hellish life before."

"Right here."

He stopped and came outside a ward.

"You guys go in."

Ethan waved his hand, gesturing for Erin and Burgess to go in and communicate.

There are some things that are not very convenient for you to participate in, and the other person will not want to tell them in front of a man about such an experience. There is no need to increase the mental trauma of the other person.

After the two female police officers entered, Ethan sat down on a bench outside the ward.

"Hey."

Will did not leave, but sat down: "I heard that there was a hostage-taking at the police station, and the person held hostage was a rat?"

"That's right." Ethan nodded.

Bad things spread thousands of miles, and this kind of thing often spreads the fastest.

"if it is possible."

Will pursed his lips and said in a deep voice:

"Hopefully you guys can get Mouse out soon, he's a good guy when Jay comes back from Afghanistan."

His tone paused for a moment, and he shook his head slowly: "Jay was suffering from PTSD. I was in New York at the time."

"It's the mouse." Will looked forward and said seriously: "He stayed with Jay until the guy went through the darkest period of his life. He was Jay's very important friend."

PTSD, postwar traumatic stress syndrome.

This is not a fictitious symptom. Many people who come off the battlefield will suffer from this kind of mental illness.

If not handled well, it will seriously affect your life.

Therefore, there are also many suicides.

Horsted looked quite sunny, but he didn't expect that he had been tortured like this before.

"rest assured."

Ethan smiled at him and nodded: "The rat is my subordinate. What we are doing now is to get him out of danger as soon as possible."

After the two chatted for a while, the phone rang urgently.

"it's me."

Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "I heard you are in the hospital. How is the situation there now?"

"Making notes."

Ethan grabbed the phone and replied to him.

"Fraser is still confronting us, and he doesn't believe there is any progress in the case." On the other side of the phone, Hank said with a headache: "Hurry up and ask if anyone knows Sarah."

"If there is, take the person back to the police station."

"Fraser is a ticking time bomb. We need to dismantle it first."

Having one of your own at gunpoint is really not how the job works, no matter how many people perfunctory Fraser was in the process of searching for his daughter's whereabouts.

Want everyone to be like him.

If someone comes to report a crime, point your gun at them.

Then you don't have to do anything else, just deal with these people.

After putting down the hung up phone, Ethan looked at Will.

"The person inside can be temporarily discharged from the hospital." The latter also heard the voice on the phone and nodded quickly: "But it's best not to be too stimulated. The other person's mental trauma is the most serious now."

"OK."

Patting him on the shoulder, Ethan knocked on the door.

After waiting for two seconds, he opened the door and walked in. Inside was a single ward, with sunlight shining through the window on the white bedding. His bruised wrist was pressed against it, and the needle penetrated the thin skin.

I don’t know how long the other person has been in that environment.

Despite being cleaned.

But it looks like there is a hint of age.

This girl is actually not that old, she should be in her twenties. She has instant blond hair, but her face does not have the youthful look of a young person in their twenties.

His expression also seemed a little dull.

"Hi."

Ethan smiled and said, "How do you feel now?"

"Thanks."

The girl's eyes rolled and she looked over with tears in her eyes: "I remember you, you were the one who brought me out of that dungeon."

"That's right."

Ethan nodded and took out his mobile phone: "I know it's very difficult for you now, but I still want you to help me see if you have seen this girl."

"We suspect she's going through the same thing as you."

"No need to look anymore."

Irene shook her head and grabbed the guardrail of the hospital bed: "I just showed her that Sara is indeed with her, but we are a bit out of luck."

"Two days ago."

"Sarah was moved away."

"Right now, she doesn't know where she is."

"Shet."

Ethan cursed, looked at the pale instant noodle girl and said in a deep voice: "Sara's father found our police station. He is very uncool now and held one of our colleagues hostage with a gun."

"If possible, can you go to the police station to help calm the other person's emotions?"

"Just briefly explain Sarah's situation."

"It won't be too complicated."

This request was somewhat unkind, as the other party had just escaped from the devil's cave.

It would be good to be able to work up the energy to accept the transcript.

The ward became quiet, and the instant noodle-haired girl stared blankly at the ceiling. No one knew what the other person had gone through, and they couldn't say anything empathetic. They could only wait for the other person to make a decision.

"For Sarah."

After a while, she slowly turned her head to look at Ethan and forced a smile: "To thank you, I'll go with you."

"Her family has the right to know what happened."

"Thanks."

Ethan carefully sat on the hospital bed and held her cold hand: "It's also for your own sake. There are some things you have to say so that you can come out of it."

PTSD, this girl is not! (End of chapter)