My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"no doubt."

Quickly stuffing the remaining bread into his mouth, Ethan said vaguely: "A nine-millimeter bullet, just a dental record is not enough."

"We need to find the body."

Looking at the yacht, he said to Captain Curly: "This way we can know what happened to this woman. Are you ready to take us around the ship? The yacht must have their tow path."

"We need to search all these places."

"certainly."

The curly-haired man nodded and asked curiously: "How do you know there is such a thing?"

"Because I have a yacht."

Ethan took a sip of hot coffee and slowly exhaled the white mist: "So I know."

"Hahaha."

The fire chief laughed happily, seeming to feel the other party's cold humor, but noticed the serious expressions of the two people in front of him, which soon turned into ridicule.

The red fire boat was driving slowly in the river.

The sky has become brighter.

Ethan and Erin were standing on the bow deck, admiring the scenery of Chicago in the early morning. Although the sky was a bit gray, the citizens running on both sides of the river still added a lot of vitality to the city.

Behind them are several fire cannons.

This thing can directly pump the river water and pour a strong water column on both sides.

"I have an idea."

Seeing Irene shivering from the cold, Ethan said with a smile: "Let's stand on the bow of the ship, facing the wind of Lake Michigan, and then you hug me from behind, and then let me yell again."

"I am the king of the world."

"Do you think this is a great idea?"

"Um."

Erin rubbed her red nose and mocked: "My dear Jack, then two things will happen to you."

"First, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait will regard you as a lunatic."

"Second, the fire crew of this ship that you think of as the Titanic will throw you into the water without hesitation!"

"Click."

Ethan turned the sparkler boredly and lit the cigarette.

"guys."

The porthole of the driver's seat at the back opened, and Captain Curly's happy voice sounded: "Good news, the divers found the suspected target at the No. 1 search position at the bottom of the river, we are rushing there now."

The sound of the engine became even louder, and the fire boat quickly broke through the water, creating white waves.

A few minutes later.

Almost at the mouth of the canal, the fire boat slowly stopped.

There are several inflatable speedboats parked here, and the divers on them are shivering. This is a job that ordinary people can't do. It's okay in summer, but it can kill people in winter.

There were two divers carrying oxygen tanks floating in the water nearby.

Giving them a thumbs up.

After the ship approached, it extended its boom, and the hammock above slowly lowered, and the two divers sank into the river with splashing water.

Standing on it, you can feel the biting cold.

Ethan took two sharp puffs on his cigarette.

In less than a minute, the winch began to rise, and the contents of the hammock slowly emerged from the water.

Pale and swollen.

The naked body was dotted with small black holes.

It doesn't look like a bullet hole.

There are still many signs of fish eating on the body, and it stops abruptly when it reaches the neck.

"Jesus."

Erin kept taking deep breaths and looked at Ethan angrily: "I must catch this murderer, I must!!!"

noon.

Forensic Identification Division.

Under the bombardment of Erin's phone calls, this case was successfully jumped in line and certain clues were obtained.

Ethan accompanied the female police detective to this cold place.

"Why are you so angry?"

Walking along the corridor, Ethan bumped into Irene: "Logically, this kind of thing shouldn't cause you much emotional fluctuations."

The latter shook his head, his brown hair swaying.

Looking at Ethan, Irene sighed:

"It was my first year as a patrol officer, and my first case was that a morning jog found a severed arm floating on the surface of a small lake."

"Do you know what happened?"

She kept walking and said silently: "A mother killed her two children, tied them with wires and sank them into the lake. This kind of thing will leave a lasting memory in your mind."

Ethan shrugged in understanding.

At the same time, he scratched his nose awkwardly.

"Hi."

The two of them pushed open the autopsy room door together and nodded to the female forensic doctor inside: "Is there any new discovery?"

"Just in time."

The female forensic doctor put down the half-eaten sandwich and quickly took a sip of tea: "Now it can be confirmed that the head and body belong to the same person."

"You can eat first."

Ethan looked at the body lying on the autopsy table next to him, his eyes twitching:

"We're in no rush."

"If I were not in a hurry, Irene wouldn't have made so many calls." The female forensic doctor put down the cup helplessly and put on her gloves: "Sometimes the things recovered from the bottom of the Chicago River can exceed your imagination."

It can be said that the forensic department deals with it every day.

Everyone is an acquaintance.

Erin spread her hands to the other person and apologized.

"The deceased woman was estimated to be about twenty-three years old. Due to the erosion of the lake, it is impossible to get an accurate time of death." The female forensic doctor picked up the document and handed it to Ethan as she spoke:

"The closest guess was a week ago."

"These holes."

Her fingers poked at the small black holes on the female body: "It wasn't made with a gun, it was made with an electric drill!"

Hearing this, Erin gritted her teeth hard.

The body in front of him was complete with arms and thighs, and holes the size of index fingers were everywhere. There were more than a dozen at a rough count.

"Why do you do this?"

Ethan held his chin, frowned and asked, "Venting, or some special hobby?"

"Drill a hole so the body won't float."

The female forensic doctor shook her head and sighed: "The murderer knew what he was doing. The victim should be grateful to the guys who drove the yacht to fish. If it weren't for those people, she would sleep at the bottom of the river forever."

It’s true that you will live and learn until you grow old.

Ethan nodded repeatedly.

This method is indeed more trouble-free when you can't find a gasoline can.

"I managed to pull out some fingerprints."

The female forensic doctor pointed to the case file she had just handed to Ethan, shook her head and said, "It's inside. I'll leave the rest to you. How should I put it? I hope you can find the murderer."

"Maybe that's what she wants you to do."

As the words fell, the three people looked at the head on the autopsy table. The victim's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling.

"Uh-huh."

The Cadillac SUV stopped hurriedly at the door of the police station, and the two hurried up the steps together.

The light spot flashed and landed at his feet.

His figure suddenly stopped, and Ethan quickly looked back to where the sun was shining in the distance. A gray Ford was parked on the street, and the driver wearing black-rimmed glasses nodded slightly to him. (End of chapter)