My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the river bank, Rebecca's long hair was blowing in the wind.

Her bright eyes were shining brightly, her white dress swayed in the breeze, and her face was filled with a bright smile.

"I don't have many friends, and you are one of them!"

The playful words floated in the wind.

Echoing in my ears.

"Boss."

A low cry interrupted Ethan's thoughts, and Atwater asked curiously: "Do you know the woman inside?"

"Um."

Looking at Rebecca with white lips on the hospital bed, Ethan smiled and said: "We do know her. She is an old friend of mine. Before we figure out what happened, arrange for the patrol to watch here!"

"OK."

Burgess nodded quickly: "Then I will watch here first. When she wakes up, I will notify you immediately."

Although the other party had a smile on his face.

But the female patrol officer could feel the anger in his heart.

He was very sensible and didn't mention anything else. This man was not simple and he had too many secrets.

"OK."

Ethan patted her shoulder:

"Be careful of any strangers. I'll go back to the police station first and see how the puzzle is going."

With Rebecca's special status, he could force her to run to him for help with a gunshot wound. The danger inside was obvious, and the necessary reminders were indispensable. He didn't want something to happen to Burgess.

The man in the car already had a premonition in his heart.

But I still have to go back and confirm.

In fact, Rebecca had such an experience, and she had expected it. She would face extreme dangers doing that kind of work.

I tried to persuade him, but the other party didn’t listen.

There is nothing you can do.

But when he saw the other woman lying on the hospital bed, uncertain about his life or death, he still felt annoyed. After all, this was the first woman he had met since he came to this world, so she would always have a special status.

Got in the car and hurried back to the police station.

Walking up the reception hall, Platt pointed to the reception room.

He immediately turned around, opened the door and walked in.

"Chief Morgan."

Roman quickly put down the cup in his hand: "It's almost done. Come and take a look."

"Um."

Ethan walked behind Roman and the other guy, and Atwater quickly walked around to the other side and looked at the laptop screen on the table. He looked ordinary and couldn't see anything special.

Inside the computer is software specifically used to restore suspects.

Sketch experts not only use strokes, but sometimes also use computers to reconstruct the suspect as much as possible based on the facial details described by witnesses.

There wasn't much time to react, and Roman didn't look very carefully.

So they are only 30-50% similar.

But Ethan still recognized the guy on the screen at once, Proctor's loyal old dog.

Borden!

His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth secretly.

This is a cruel person.

What could force him to do this? He could only throw Rebecca at the door of the police station and then escape alone.

"Boss."

Atwater frowned: "Do you know this guy?"

"I am not sure."

Ethan shook his head slowly and said in a hesitant tone: "I have never seen this person before."

"Print it first."

He waved his hand and said decisively: "We'll wait until the woman in the hospital wakes up. We don't know anything about the situation now. We need more clues."

Not an old friend?

Why did you become that woman again!

Atwater hesitated to speak. He thought of something and quickly closed his mouth.

"okay."

Taking the printed portrait in hand, Ethan looked at Roman: "You go back to support Burgess now, be careful of any abnormalities, and let me handle the rest. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Roman drank his coffee in one gulp, stood up and left quickly.

Go up the stairs.

Atwater gently tugged on the hem of Ethan's clothes: "Boss, this is obviously related to your friend. If you want to investigate privately what happened behind the scenes, I can understand."

Stopping, Ethan looked at Da Laohei.

"That's what I'm trying to say."

Da Laohei's expression was extremely serious: "If you need help, I'm always ready for you."

"certainly."

Ethan smiled dumbly and squeezed Atwater's shoulder: "Don't worry, I will definitely not forget you if something happens."

"But I need to think about it now."

"After all, nothing is clear."

Atwater also laughed. This guy showed his big white teeth and looked quite honest.

"Boss."

"How about it?"

"what happened."

Returning to the main room, a person asked curiously.

There was no hiding what happened at the front door, and it only took a few minutes for word to spread throughout the police station.

"uncertain."

Shaking his hands, Ethan walked to the office with a straight face: "The other party is still in a coma, so you should do your business first."

There is nothing to investigate at all.

Borden was simply trying to keep Rebecca for himself, and having had previous conflicts with their men in Chicago, it was not surprising that the other party knew he was working here.

So what you have to do is suppress things.

This couldn't be simpler.

One word.

drag.

The portrait was thrown aside, the game was opened, and salted fish mode was activated.

as time flows.

It turns dark.

Ethan saved Civilization V and turned off the computer.

There hasn't been any news from the hospital yet, so he plans to go there and watch by himself tonight.

No accidents can happen.

I kept pressing the next turn button, and before I knew it, it was past seven o'clock. When I walked out of the office, there were only three people left outside.

"Call me if you need anything."

He knocked on Erin's desk: "I'm going to the hospital, and someone needs to watch over there."

"Um?"

Erin put down the potato chips in her hand and asked in confusion: "Shouldn't we stay and investigate?"

"You don't have to go to the hospital by yourself, right?"

"That's my friend." Ethan was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Let's wait until someone reports the case for investigation and the like!"

With what Atwater said before, he simply made his attitude clear.

Anyway, I just don’t want to check.

Not only Eileen, but also Olinsky and Atwater were stunned, and then started busy with the work at hand.

The boss has said this, so what else can they say?

I also understood the other party’s attitude regarding the incident in the morning, and knew what I should do.

Erin sighed and nodded helplessly.

Chicago Hospital.

Ethan carried a stack of lunch boxes to the intensive care unit area. Burgess and Roman were sitting on the bench outside the ward. Both of them looked a little tired.

This kind of aimless waiting is the most torturous.

Hearing the footsteps, the two quickly raised their heads.

"Eat something."

Ethan handed the lunch box in his hand to the two of them and asked quickly: "How is the situation inside?"

"Nothing unusual."

Burgess took the lunch box and replied quickly: "Dr. Horsted came to see her just now and said that she is recovering well. There are no complications now, which is good news. As for when she wakes up, it depends on her recovery."

"Um."

Ethan frowned and looked towards the ward, where Rebecca was still sleeping peacefully. (End of chapter)