My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In front of the makeup mirror.

The girl in the red bikini couldn't help but look at the photo on the table. Watson's pale and swollen face was almost unrecognizable from its original appearance.

"I only work with her occasionally."

The bikini girl clasped her hands, shook her head slowly and said, "She is a good person."

"Feel sorry."

She took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "I really don't know anyone who would treat her like this."

"It doesn't matter."

Olinsky sighed and patted her shoulder gently: "No one wants to see this happen."

He reached for the photo.

There was a flash of white light.

A business card slipped quietly into the middle of the messy cosmetics in front. Only he and the girl in bikini could see this scene.

I don't know if it's useful.

He believed that the other party really didn't know, but if the girl was willing to call.

There is always something to learn.

"Locker?"

Ethan looked at the bald manager and knocked on the cabinet door next to him.

"The third one on the left." Although he wanted to ask the other party for a search warrant, the tingling pain in his body made the bald manager give up the idea. He said with a straight face: "We don't have the key."

"Bang."

Atwater swung out his extended baton and knocked the lock away.

Clothes, cosmetics.

Condoms are still with wolf teeth.

Ethan raised his eyebrows and continued to rummage inside. A yellow envelope caught his attention.

He picked it up and poured it down, and a stack of ID cards appeared in his hand.

The avatar on it is Watson himself, but the names are all different, and even the addresses are different.

"Uh-huh."

Before anyone else could see what it was, he immediately poured the ID document back into the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket naturally.

There was nothing else in the locker.

"Let's go."

After closing the cabinet door, Ethan waved everyone away.

"police officer."

The bald manager noticed that he had just taken something away. Although he was worried, he still blocked the way: "Excuse me, what did you take away just now, and which department do you belong to?"

"Excuse me, there are some things I need to explain to others."

"go away."

Ethan raised his eyelids and glanced coldly.

"This is a reasonable request." The bald manager gritted his teeth, but his body did not move at all.

"boom."

The next moment, his body flew into the air again.

The makeup mirror was smashed to pieces, and the body fell to the ground with all the cosmetics on the table. The bald manager couldn't help but let out a violent cough.

Looking at the few people strutting out of the dressing room, his face looked quite painful.

However, I was secretly relieved.

It’s good to be thrown!

If you let these people leave without being beaten, you will be interrupted by your hands and feet later because of your inability to do things. Compared with that, the pain in your body now is like scratching an itch.

Large pass room.

The scanned and printed photos of the ID cards are posted one on the whiteboard.

The avatars are exactly the same.

All with youthful smiles.

"Take a wild guess."

Ethan turned the big pen in his hand, shrugged and said: "These things are the trigger of Watson's death."

When someone is surrounded by something that is completely different from their professional background, there is nothing wrong with following this thing. It is obvious that the stripper is involved in some areas that she should not be involved in.

"good news."

Rusek quickly ran up the stairs with several documents: "It seems that we have all underestimated this woman. This is the information found by the Financial Crimes Division. It turns out that our Miss Watson is a senior check fraudster."

Distributing the documents one by one, he kept saying:

"Citibank, thirty-five thousand."

"Bank of America, forty-four thousand."

"Open the bank, fifty-six thousand."

He moved his finger to the last line and exclaimed: "Especially the last item, forging treasury checks to defraud US$520,000. God, this woman is so smart!"

"That's what puzzles me."

Rusek spread his hands and looked at everyone: "Since she is so rich, why does she still want to be a stripper? Does she really like this job?"

"Or maybe it's for her sister's tuition?"

"But that should be enough!"

When he said the latter sentence, he looked at Eileen sitting on the chair.

It is well known that tuition fees in the United States are expensive.

Especially college.

After graduating, many people work for many years to pay off their tuition loans.

So much so that industries like sugar daddies have entered college campuses, advertising in a grand manner that they can pay off student loans early or solve tuition fees. It must be said that the results are very good.

A large number of female college students have joined the sugar baby industry.

"I am not sure."

Erin raised her eyebrows and bit the beef strips in her mouth hard: "Sister Watson looks quite simple, she doesn't look like a rich person."

Her and Horsted's campus tour ended quickly.

Watson's sister didn't get any useful clues, which was why she felt depressed.

"you are wrong."

Antonio looked at the paper in his hand, shook his head and said, "Three thousand five thousand, four thousand four thousand, five thousand six thousand and fifty two thousand. These money belong to Watson. You haven't been doing this job for long, and some things are unclear."

"I have been exposed to similar fraud cases before."

"Watson is a pawn, a tool."

"She can only keep ten percent or less, and the rest of the money must be given to the person in charge behind it."

Pressing the paper on the table, he nodded to Ethan: "I agree with your point of view. These identification documents should be the cause of Watson's death, but we need to find out who killed her."

"Why did you kill her again?"

"Despite what he did, Watson didn't deserve to end up like this."

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

It's just check fraud, and it's probably being taken advantage of by others. When this kind of thing comes to your door, to put it bluntly, a stripper has no room for bargaining.

Even if he is caught, he will be released in a few years.

Now he is being treated so cruelly.

"mafia."

Suddenly, a sentence came out next to him.

Everyone looked to the side, and Olinsky wrote and drew on the paper expressionlessly: "This method was carried forward by the Mafia, and now it is a relatively old-school style."

"Using beautiful young girls to defraud bankers with a bunch of broken cards."

"Instead of firearms."

Throwing the things in his hands aside, he raised his head again: "Boss, let's talk alone?"

"OK."

Ethan shook his head and walked into the office with him.

"Maybe you can ask Hank for this kind of thing." As soon as he closed the door, Olinsky grabbed the candy and said impatiently: "He might be able to lead us to find the murderer."

"Why?"

Ethan looked puzzled.

"mafia."

Horst repeated what he had just said with a serious expression: "Credit card and check fraud are their usual methods."

"And Hank, he's friends with the head of the Chicago Mafia." (End of chapter)