My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Thanks."

Dalia is now in charge and is full of energy.

Although she was sweating profusely, she still looked energetic. She took the coffee and sat on the sofa.

Rivera picked up the coffee and took a big sip, then patted her red face:

"During break, I'll go up and take a shower."

After staying at Ethan's house for a few days, she moved here.

Working upstairs and downstairs is also more convenient.

There are two rooms on the second floor, where Darya occasionally rests.

Seeing Rivera's twisted waist disappear behind the small door, Dalia put down the cup and winked at Ethan with a smile.

Ethan understood instantly, stood up quickly, and closed the front door glass.

Looking back, Dalia had already walked upstairs.

He drank his coffee patiently and waited for five minutes before getting up and going upstairs.

Arriving at the living room on the second floor, the door of the room near the balcony was ajar. The sound of water inside was louder and quieter, accompanied by pleasant singing.

Pushing open the door, Rivera was pressing her hands on the transparent bathroom glass.

Water splashed everywhere and bursts of mist rose.

When she saw Ethan coming in, she shyly tried to get away, but Dahlia pushed her forward, pressing her chest against the glass.

Dahlia was crouching behind her, working hard.

Ethan raised his eyebrows and grinned.

"Bang."

The door was slammed shut.

The two of them had been busy all day, and after being tortured for a long time, they fell asleep.

Ethan was full of energy and walked out of the flower shop while turning his key ring.

It's getting dark now, and Siobhan is off work. Ethan just sent her a message asking her to take the relevant case files home and study them by herself.

After all, it can be inferred from the current situation that the murderer is not simple.

He was too lazy to deal with ordinary crimes, but in a case like this, the murderer targeted civilians and specifically selected young and beautiful girls, which made Ethan a little annoyed.

I packed some food and drove to Siobhan's house.

A police car had parked outside and the lights were on inside.

Knocking on the door, after a while, Siobhan opened the door wrapped in a bath towel.

"Hi."

Ethan handed out the lunch box in his hand: "I brought fried steak, desserts, and bread. I hope you like it."

"Very good."

Siobhan took the lunch box and walked inside: "I was so busy today that I didn't even eat much."

Coming to the living room, Siobhan put the lunch box on the table and opened it, sat directly on the carpet, and then handed him several folders:

"We'll see later, I just want to have a good meal."

"All right."

Ethan put the blue folder aside, and the two of them took out the packed food.

Two large portions of bone-in eye fillets, also known as tomahawk steaks, slathered in sauce, as well as several desserts and vegetable and fruit salads.

Siobhan didn't touch the steak at all. She put the desserts, bread and vegetable salad in front of her.

"No way."

Ethan cut the beef, which was still a little red, and put it in his mouth. While eating, he asked, "You have been a policeman for so long, aren't you used to it?"

"Let you try staring at those photos every day."

Siobhan's face turned pale: "Not to mention there are still corpses. I'll tell you after I finish eating. Now shut up."

"All right."

Ethan had no choice but to pull the fruit plate on the table and place it between himself and Siobhan to block the meat.

"correct."

Siobhan picked up the remote control and turned on the TV: "Now the situation has escalated, and Brock is forced to hold a press conference."

She pressed the remote control several times to tune into the local news channel.

"Banshee Town is in sorrow and danger."

Brock stood in front of the door of the police station, holding several microphones in his hand. Under the incandescent light, his expression was heavy: "Three young women were brutally killed."

"The person who killed them was a twisted person who specialized in killing weak cowards."

Brock stared at the camera and said seriously:

"All members of the Banshee Police Department, as well as the FBI, are doing their best to track down the murderer."

"However, the murderer has not been arrested yet. Here I call on the residents of the town not to travel alone in the near future to avoid unfortunate things happening."

"I promise everyone that we will track down the perpetrators of this series of cases and get the justice that the victims deserve."

"The following words are addressed to the murderer."

Brock took a step forward, his eyes becoming angry: "You are a complete coward."

"I don't know who you think you are, but you will always be a miserable monster, something worse than a slug."

"We will find you. I will take you down and make sure you don't have the chance to hurt anyone else in the future."

After speaking, Brock nodded and handed back the microphone.

The screen moved, and the host introduced the general situation of the case.

Siobhan turned off the TV and crunched her cucumber.

"He looks like a police sergeant, but that's not a smart choice." Ethan put the last piece of beef into his mouth:

"The killer will take this as a personal provocation."

"There is no good way." Siobhan took a sip of red wine: "It's okay if the murderer comes for us, at least we have a chance to capture him directly."

"This is not how people are arrested."

Seeing her finish eating, Ethan reached out and opened the case file next to him: "That would be too dangerous."

Inside the folder, there were also information from two previous cases.

Ethan picked up the photos of the details of the wounds and looked at them carefully, and found that they were almost the same as what he observed today. The case files were all about the analysis of the victim's own situation.

According to forensic identification, it can be clearly confirmed in the first two cases that the victims were not sexually assaulted.

The body was also disposed of and no evidence was left on it.

"It was very clean, they were all done by the same person."

Ethan looked through the pile of photos in his hand and came to a conclusion.

He looked at Siobhan: "Didn't you judge before that this was a cult's sacrifice ceremony? What's the gain?"

"Do you know how many cults there are on this continent?"

Siobhan gritted his teeth and said, "There are countless similar sacrificial rituals."

"The Special Agent Phillips you know, he said he has sent the photos and information back to the database for comparison, hoping to find common ground as soon as possible."

"Right." Siobhan thought of something, stood up, walked aside and took his coat.

She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Ethan:

"Today we went to find the witness. He was a child of four or five years old. He was frightened and could not communicate. The guardian did not allow us to ask too many questions."

"But he kept drawing, and this is what he drew."

Ethan took the folded paper and opened it.

In the middle of the white paper, a very sloppy circle was drawn with a red paint pen. In order to make it rounder, it was circled a few times.

There is a large area of ​​white space inside, with two red triangles.

Outside the red circle, two more pieces protrude.

Soul painter, very abstract.