My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The tenderness ends in a few minutes.

The other party's parents are still downstairs, so it's impossible to really do anything.

Ethan also checked the things in the other party's room openly. When Alice was not paying attention, he quietly opened some drawers and found no art student-related objects.

Books, related patterns.

There was nothing, and it had nothing to do with white supremacy. Instead, Sakura's comic books were scattered everywhere, and there were several big Pikachus on the bedside.

They are completely different from the people in the fraternity that he has come into contact with.

If it were her, she wouldn't have been able to hide it so well without knowing it had been exposed.

More or less, there will be some flaws.

Alice lay on her bed, swinging her pretty white legs up and down, and carefully looked at the photo album spread out on it, which were all photos of her in middle school and high school.

I looked at it and giggled a few times from time to time.

This carefree look made Ethan completely give up the idea that the other party might be an undercover agent.

People in the white supremacist group are more or less extreme, and their bones exude anger that resents everything. That kind of thing will not appear in an innocent person.

In this regard, Ethan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey~"

He picked up a comic in surprise: "You also like to read Dragon Ball?"

"also?"

Alice turned back and blinked: "You actually know Dragon Ball, who do you like the most?"

"Android No. 18!"

Ethan flipped through a few pages at random and gave his own answer.

"man!"

The little girl curled her lips.

Unexpectedly, the other person actually had the same preferences as hers. She quickly sat up and discussed the plot of the comic excitedly.

It wasn't until shouts came from downstairs that I realized I had been up there for a long time.

The two people quickly helped each other organize their clothes to make sure there were no mistakes, and then walked downstairs in a serious manner, chatting a few words about the house from time to time to avoid Old Roger seeing any clues.

Originally, when Ethan heard the other party talking about pork knuckle, he thought it was some weird way of doing it.

After sitting at the dining table, his eyes lit up.

It was a whole elbow with the bone on it, roasted until the skin was golden brown, and it made a rustling sound when scraped with a table knife. The mere fact that it was roasted in this state already made his mouth water.

Served with potato balls on the side and a layer of sauce drizzled on the plate.

"Mr. Morgan."

Old Roger tied the napkin to his chest and opened the whiskey with a smile: "This is the traditional food of Roger's family. It is not too exquisitely presented, but the taste is first-class. I hope you can enjoy it."

This sentence is not refined, but it is not wrong.

Everyone has roasted elbows in front of them, and what stands out is the hero.

No wonder Alice is so energetic when doing it. She grew up eating steak elbows, how can she be energetic?

"Believe me."

Ethan picked up the whiskey handed over by Alice, smiled at Mrs. Roger and said, "I will enjoy this dinner very much. Having fun is the most important thing. I am an absolute carnivore."

"Thank you very much for preparing such a sumptuous dinner for me."

He was very conscious of being a freeloader, and he kept spouting good words about free money, making Roger and his wife laugh constantly.

There was a clinking of glasses.

The rich aroma of whiskey, paired with the crispy and delicious roasted elbow on the outside and the tender and juicy meat on the inside, made Ethan praise him repeatedly and keep waving his knife and fork.

After eliminating Alice's suspicion with a high probability, Ethan could enjoy the meal with peace of mind.

the next day.

Since it seems unlikely that it will be Alice, the next target falls on Cruz.

That tall policewoman with an unruly face.

If it was this guy, then Watts had spent a lot of money, and he would rather use his younger brother's leg and successive conflicts in exchange for his trust.

This bitter plan is quite effective.

But everything remains to be verified.

After finishing his work in the afternoon, he decisively grabbed his cell phone and sent a text message to the policewoman. He didn't say anything, it was just an address.

The Dodge Challenger roared away from Town Hall and toward the lakeshore.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle stopped by the lake.

The sun is blazing.

Ethan took a cigarette and sat on a big rock, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance. He saw a group of water birds circling in the blue sky, the water plants swaying in the wind, and a few wild ducks swimming out from inside.

The water is surging, and the red-tailed carp leaps out of the lake.

He threw his body and fell down again.

Crash the golden water into pieces.

There is a large area of ​​grass in front of me, which looks like a carpet. If this was in the suburbs of Chicago, it would be crowded with sunbathers.

"Boom~"

The engine roars.

Breaking the silent atmosphere.

A patrol car from the Banshee Town Police Department swayed towards the shore and slowly stopped next to the Dodge Challenger.

"Mr. Morgan."

After the car door closed, Cruz adjusted the position of his duty belt and strode over with his ponytail swung: "Why are we meeting in such a remote place? Is there anything I can do to help?"

When speaking, the policewoman sounded slightly excited.

It's a few hundred meters away from the road. Unless you're familiar with the town, it's really hard to find.

But this is not a problem for the patrol officers.

Cruz walked up to Ethan and looked at him expectantly. Being able to make an appointment in such a private place proved that he had some private words to talk to him. No matter what it was, it was what he wanted.

Quietly looking at the lake, Ethan smoked his cigarette one puff at a time.

He didn't pay any attention to her.

Waves of smoke drifted away with the lake breeze.

What he was going to do next would be a bit underhanded if the other party was not an undercover agent, so he was a little hesitant.

Upon seeing this, Cruz didn't say anything.

She also felt that it was not good to look down at the mayor sitting on the stone like this, so she simply sat down on the grass and looked towards the lake together. Sometimes it would be nice to stop and look at the scenery.

The lakeside completely returned to silence, and the breeze moved her hair that fell from her ears.

He kept scratching his cheeks.

"Huh~"

After exhaling the last puff of smoke, Ethan pressed the butt of the cigarette against the stone: "Officer Cruz, I really appreciate your candor."

"And I like your way of doing things very much."

"But we have a problem."

"Please say."

Cruz's ponytail twitched.

"Trust issues."

Putting the cigarette butt into his pocket, Ethan turned his head and looked at the policewoman: "Do you have any good ideas about this?"

After a moment of silence, Cruise met his gaze.

"I have no idea."

The policewoman shook her head slowly, with a slight smile on her lips: "But since Mr. Morgan can invite me over, he must have a solution in mind."

Not only can I fight.

His mind is quite bright.

To be honest, Ethan quite likes people like her.

But if she were to have the idea for herself, her level of brainpower would be quite limited to be honest.