My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After working hard all day, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Everyone in the large room sat down in their seats with solemn expressions, not wanting to have dinner at all.

They want to solve the case, rightly so.

But it must not be like this, throwing a scapegoat into it.

After Antonio expressed his idea, everyone's eyes fell on Ethan. After all, he was the first to break the deadlock and find the clues.

"Ethan."

Eileen couldn't help but ask: "You also know that something is wrong. What kind of informant provided you with this information?"

"How about this."

After walking twice on the short passage, Ethan stopped and said, "You and Jay found the yacht tonight and asked the people at the forensics office to carefully inspect the yacht as soon as possible. I need to see the report tomorrow morning."

"mouse."

He turned back and looked at the corner: "Apply for a judge's warrant and investigate all of Kaslo's call records in the past three months."

"Flag any anomalies."

"Understood." The mouse sitting in the corner nodded quickly.

"Find a way to ask the stripper out." Nodding to Olinsky, Ethan continued: "For a face-to-face interview, I need to know whether the information she provided you for the quarrel is true or false."

"There's too much fog."

Waving to everyone, Ethan's face darkened: "I need to see more things, and everyone else should find a way to move."

"Afterwards, I will go find the informant and have a good chat."

Everyone immediately became busy.

They can think of these issues. Ethan and Kaslo have been face-to-face for so long, and of course they can feel it. He can make deals, but he will never allow others to fool him as a fool.

If there is really any problem in the middle.

He was about to have a good chat with the guy also named Frank.

Rubbing his eyes, he stretched and walked into the office.

After not sleeping for more than thirty hours, he couldn't hold back his sleepiness. After setting the alarm, he fell asleep in his office chair.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened and Ethan strode out.

After sleeping for more than two hours, I was basically back to normal. I bought a bunch of food and rushed to Chicago Hospital without stopping.

The place we came to now was not the floor where Rebecca was.

But take it to the next level.

Looking at the signs in the corridor, he quickly came to one of the single wards. No one was guarding the room. He opened the door and walked in.

The lighting in the ward is particularly deserted.

Boden closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

His shoulders were bandaged and stained with plum blossoms. This guy was also unusually tall, with bulging muscles, but there were old scars everywhere that could be seen.

Despite Ethan’s reminder.

But before, Will almost thought that the man he rescued was a freak who escaped from some prison camp.

Scars and gunshot wounds abound.

There were even crisscrossing ridges of whip marks on his strong back. If Ethan hadn't sent them to him, he would have called the police.

Slowly came to the bedside.

The black-framed glasses were folded on the bedside table and placed meticulously.

"Take your hands out from under the quilt."

Ethan pulled up a chair and sat down, opening the plastic bag: "If I really want to kill you, I can just put on a silencer and stand at the door and shoot. Do you think I will be stupid enough to come over and suffocate you with a pillow?"

Eyelashes trembling, Boden slowly opened his eyes:

"Why did it take you so long to come here?"

He pulled out his hand from under the quilt and put the scalpel he was holding behind his back under the pillow: "Where's my gun?"

"I have a job."

Ethan threw today's M1911 on the quilt and said helplessly: "Don't you have any sympathy for Fuck? I guarded Rebecca all night last night."

"Thanks!"

Boden stuffed the pistol under the quilt and expressed his gratitude seriously.

"Gudu."

At this time, the roaring sound of the temple of the five internal organs rang out from under the quilt.

It was rare to see a trace of embarrassment flash across this guy's usually expressionless face.

Help him raise the hospital bed and open the lunch box.

"Teach you something."

Ethan handed a box of beef brisket in front of him and said coldly: "You can ask the nurse to buy you something to eat, so you don't have to be hungry until now."

Boden grabbed his fork and kept putting the tender brisket into his mouth, chewing it with big mouthfuls.

It looked like he was already starving.

"I don't have any money."

After swallowing hard, he felt a little embarrassed and said, "Give me some money and I will definitely pay it back to you afterwards."

"Why would I have it?"

Ethan placed a drink on the sheets and looked at the guy with interest.

"A person like you." Boden hurriedly dropped his fork and took a few sips of his drink before he recovered: "It's impossible to be short of money."

"Hahaha."

Ethan said he liked hearing this sentence, and threw a wad of money out of his pocket with a smile.

I didn’t count it in detail, and I didn’t intend to ask the other party to pay it back.

"Can I ask you a question?"

The other party was eating and drinking, and Ethan couldn't help but pick up a beef rib and chew it.

"you say."

Boden nodded, his mouth moving continuously.

"After Proctor died." Ethan shrugged and asked openly: "With your ability, I believe it is easy to do anything. Why did you choose to stay behind Rebecca?"

People don’t kill themselves.

I didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

The mouth that had been chewing just now suddenly stopped. After a few seconds of silence, Boden chewed slowly and said: "I am a useless person and don't have so many desires. It was Kai who rescued me when I was in hell."

"When I'm with him, my heart is at peace."

There were waves in his dead eyes, and he said in a low voice: "I was not with Kai that night, I owe him!"

The last sentence is decisive.

After saying this, Boden began to eat quietly.

There was no longer any desire to speak.

After sitting with him for a while, Ethan got up and left. There was still a person lying downstairs.

Unlike the one above, there were two patrol policemen sitting below.

It's no longer Burgess and Roman, they also have their own work to do.

In fact, in this case, Rebecca could not enjoy such thorough protection. These people came to help because of the face of the intelligence team sergeant.

After thanking him profusely, Ethan gave the remaining meal to the two patrol officers and asked them to go back and rest.

In the ward, the number of first aid equipment has been greatly reduced.

Rebecca's face also looked rosier than yesterday.

"Hey."

While sitting on the bench, Will quickly approached with two interns: "Chief Morgan, are you sure you don't need to take a night's rest?"

"Already slept at the police station."

Ethan stood up with a smile and shook hands with him: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Don't say that."

Will winked at Ethan: "You save Jay, I'll save your friends, it's all a cycle."

"Come in with me, the patient's condition has improved a lot."

"Now I can stay with you." He held the medical record and opened the door with a smile: "If we are lucky enough, maybe she will wake up tomorrow."

Ethan shrugged and quickly walked in with the other party.