My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As soon as he found a relatively clean sofa to lie down on, Allen walked out of the room wrapped in a bath towel.

"Hey guys."

He shook his hand and said in confusion: "Rusek is not in the room. I don't know what happened. His mattress has also disappeared."

"Who called him?"

Ethan's head was in pain and he waved his arms helplessly.

"I'll do it." Atwater found his phone on the table and dialed it casually: "Maybe that guy ran out to have breakfast on his own. Let him bring us some."

"Jingle Bell."

The phone rang, and the three people looked in the direction of the ring.

Allen looked at the vibrating cell phone on the bar next to him, quickly picked it up and pressed answer: "Hello, this is Allen."

"This is Kevin."

Atwater's mouth twitched: "How have you been lately?"

"Very good, very good." Allen nodded quickly and smiled happily: "I haven't heard from you for a long time. I am in Vegas and I have to say that I just experienced a wild night."

"Is this what you mean by keeping your mouth shut?"

Atwater turned around, grabbed the phone and looked at Allen, then picked up another apple and threw it at him.

"Shet."

Allen then reacted and quickly looked at the phone: "This is Rusek's phone. Why didn't you tell me directly? It made me wonder who Kevin was for a long time."

"Jesus."

Ethan covered his face with his hands and lay weakly on the sofa.

These two are so funny.

"Wow wow wow~~~"

At this time, a penetrating howl sounded, wandering back and forth in the living room, making all four people present freeze.

"What the hell is that?"

Horsted had just wiped off the water stains on his body and looked blankly at the place where the sound came from.

"I don't like the sound of this."

Ethan turned over and sat up, held the cigarette with two fingers and took a drag: "It's very troublesome, extremely troublesome, damn, why is there such trouble."

The closet door opened quietly.

Inside, a white baby wearing a white headscarf was lying in a stroller.

He was only a few months old, and his little face was red from crying.

"I bought it."

Allen covered his chest and looked at the child happily: "There is a baby here, look at him, how cute he is."

The other few people looked blank.

head.

The pain was even more severe.

"OK."

After a while, several people gathered in the living room. Ethan glanced at Allen, who was breastfeeding the child, and scratched his head: "So, we now have a baby who we don't know who it is."

"The missing Rusek, the tiger in the bathroom and a chicken playing basketball."

"You two are detectives."

He slumped down on the sofa and waved his hands messily: "Come on, give me some solutions."

Everyone is a police officer.

Naturally, we use crime-solving ideas to solve the current matter.

"Ignore the chicken."

Atwater scratched his head and looked at Allen with squinting eyes: "It's probably some drunk guy who wants to bring back the chicken and feed it to the tiger."

"As for the tiger, the kid and Rusek."

He looked at Horsted, his eyes a little blank.

"Tomorrow is the wedding."

The corner of Horsted's mouth twitched, he took a sip of beer and said: "We must not trigger the Amber Alert. We must find out what happened last night as soon as possible and find the child's family."

"Go down and look for clues first to see if you can find Rusek."

"Maybe he's really having breakfast."

"About tigers."

Having said this, he looked at Ethan with a headache.

Also spread your hands.

Who knows why a tiger appeared here? Could it be that this guy got high and bought it from somewhere?

Talk about financial resources.

Only he can do this.

"Don't look at me, I can't think of anything." Ethan shrugged and sighed: "You are right, we need to figure out what happened first and not trigger the Amber Alert."

"The tiger stays here for now and doesn't care about it."

"Get dressed and go downstairs."

Once the alarm is triggered, there are some things that cannot be explained clearly. Don't let the whole bachelor party end up in the police station in Las Vegas. You won't be jailed. It will only delay things.

There was no identifying information on the child.

They had no choice but to search for the memory of last night and trace it all the way back.

Swimming pool, fountain.

Magnificent Roman columns stand tall, and beauties in bikinis splash the water.

A moving scene.

In the dining area next to it, there are also many girls in swimsuits sitting on beach chairs, enjoying the fragrant breakfast in the morning sunshine.

This would have been an extremely enjoyable holiday.

Everyone can be in a great mood, but at a dining table in the corner, a handsome young man looked very melancholy, which made many girls who were self-conscious about their good looks want to come forward to comfort him.

But the bearded man opposite him made the girls put their minds aside.

And cast a look of disgust.

"Alan."

Ethan poured a few painkillers into his mouth and took a big sip of orange juice:

"If you do that again, I'll punch you down."

"Ha ha."

The little fat man turned sideways, pinched the arm of the child sitting in the baby high chair, and kept swinging it up and down: "Don't you think it's interesting? Such a young child is playing this, hahaha!"

"Bang."

"Ouch!!!"

When Atwater came back, he was surprised to see Allen sitting obediently on the chair.

No more being a monster like before.

The whole person behaves like a prisoner.

"I've looked for him in the gym and at the front desk." He pulled out a chair and sat down, took the painkillers from Ethan, shook his head and said, "I didn't see Rusek, damn, where did this bastard go?"

"what's wrong with you?"

After drinking the painkiller, he looked at the fat man opposite with purple eyes.

"I've also looked for the dining area."

Ethan pushed a plate of breakfast to Atwater: "Don't worry about him, it's normal to be bitten by a mosquito."

The little fat man forced a smile, grinned and rubbed his eyes.

After receiving a punch, he finally dared not do anything for the time being.

It won’t work without fighting.

With what this bastard did just now, if he meets a guy with a strong sense of justice, the Las Vegas police will rush over to arrest him at any time. The last thing he wants at this time is to provoke the police.

“Not in casinos!”

Horsted also walked over quickly: "I walked around twice and saw no one."

When he wanted to sit down, he subconsciously lifted his pants.

But found something was wrong.

He quickly reached out and took out a sign from his trouser pocket with his name and personal information on it: "What the hell is this?"

"Patient sign, you still went to the hospital?"

Atwater explained, and also touched himself: "Everyone, check your pockets, maybe we can find some important clues!"

Without his words, the four people present started to take action.

"Holy Mary!"

Atwater stood up suddenly and looked at his hands with wide eyes: "What have I done?" (End of Chapter)