My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan turned the paper around several times, but he couldn't figure out what was drawn on it.

"Could it be that kid drew it casually?"

He handed the drawing paper to Siobhan and asked helplessly: "Do you understand what it is?"

Siobhan shook his head and said that he couldn't understand it either: "I noticed today that this is different from what he drew before. It must mean something."

After looking at the drawings for a while, her eyes lit up: "How about we find someone who can understand it."

After speaking, she stood up and ran back to the bedroom:

"Do you remember Lady Isabella? My high school teacher."

"Not impressed."

Ethan packed up the snack boxes and threw them into the trash can.

"Her granddaughter Katie, the little girl who fell into the well." Siobhan quickly changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom:

"We rescued Katie in her backyard well."

"I remember." Ethan also stood up: "I understand what you mean."

Sometimes, what adults see is different from what children see. If you ask a child to look at it, you might be able to find some clues.

Siobhan buckled on her duty belt, got into Ethan's Dodge Challenger and sped towards her high school teacher's house.

After arriving at the place, she took the drawing paper and got out of the car, walked across the lawn and knocked on the door.

Ethan sat in the car, lit a cigarette and waited patiently.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Siobhan ran out happily.

"This is a person."

She got into the car, stretched out the drawings, and unfolded them on the steering wheel:

"These two triangles are eyes."

Ethan bit his cigarette, reached out and tapped the two protruding points on the red circle: "Then what are these? Horns?"

"That's right."

Siobhan nodded: "This is a man with horns on his head."

Ethan took a deep breath from the cigarette and threw away the cigarette butt: "Then does this person have a tail behind his butt?"

"ah?"

Siobhan looked puzzled.

"Where can I find a person with horns on his head?" Ethan said helplessly: "Mars?"

"Get out of the car and I'll look for you."

Siobhan asked Ethan to get out of the car, she got into the driver's seat and quickly opened the accelerator.

"You don't really want to take me to find an alien, do you?" Ethan put on his seat belt.

Siobhan now has a clue and looks excited: "It's not just aliens that have horns. Have you ever heard of human body modification?"

Ethan asked in disbelief: "You mean, someone would add two horns to their head?"

"Fake breasts, fake butt, fake abs."

Siobhan glanced at him: "Some people can even have fake faces. Why can't they put two horns on their heads?"

It turned out to be this, and Ethan also reacted:

"You're right, then where are we going now?"

"There is a bar on the outskirts of town that most people don't know about." Siobhan held the steering wheel: "There is a bar that specializes in receiving some weird people."

"Maybe we can find people among them who have also undergone human body modification, and we can trace the source."

"Yes, this kind of surgery is not something ordinary people dare to do." Ethan nodded and said with a smile:

"Through the person who performed the surgery on them, the scope of suspects can be quickly narrowed down. After all, the characteristics are too obvious."

"But why don't I know this place?"

Siobhan shook his head and said: "The only entertainment activity you have in town is the Savoyard Gentlemen's Club. Do you think of other places?"

Ethan coughed awkwardly: "How did you know?"

"Please, I'm the town policeman." Siobhan pointed to his eyes: "I have an informant, okay?"

"But there's nothing you can do if you want to go to Savoie now. It's closed down."

Ethan turned his head and said: "Going bankrupt?"

"That's right." Siobhan nodded:

"Not long after you left the house, Savoie stopped doing business. You know that kind of place. Since Proctor's death, conflicts have often occurred."

"Proctor's little niece quickly sold the Savoyard and now it has become a car dealership."

Ethan looked out the window at the dark night and tapped on the car window with his fingers.

This was an unexpected change that he didn't expect, but it was normal. Proctor was dead, and even if Boden could fight again, it would be useless.

Doing this kind of business mainly depends on official relationships.

It's already good that they can successfully sell Savoie.

Thinking of Rebecca, Ethan stopped tapping on the car window. During this period of time, he had forgotten about her and had to find time to take a look at her.

Ethan still clearly remembers what Rebecca said to him on the morning after the Proctor Factory was bombed.

No matter what, she considers herself a friend.

The car soon arrived in front of a dilapidated building, filled with vehicles parked outside, with all kinds of weird and provocative sticker designs on them.

There are also many motorcycles, and people walking in and out are all wearing fancy clothes.

Basically all black, mostly leather.

Ethan was wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, and a gray jacket. Siobhan was not wearing a uniform and was also wearing casual clothes.

Despite this, their attire still looked out of place compared to the people going in and out of this bar.

Ethan glanced at the monsters at the door: "How do you know this place?"

"I came here to capture a fugitive once before."

Siobhan took off his duty belt and only wore his police badge and Glock: "Don't be surprised by anything you see later. You know it's a free country."

"All right."

Ethan pushed open the car door and walked to the front door with Siobhan.

Because of the clothes on his body, he received many strange looks in just a few dozen meters.

Here, they become something else.

The house echoed with murmuring music, full of temptation and provocation.

The dim blue light illuminates everything inside with an ethereal look.

Ethan avoided the woman walking towards him. She was only wearing a black leather girdle and her headlights were swaying.

After passing her, Ethan couldn't help but look back.

On her bare back, there were more than twenty rings inlaid. Between the two rows of rings, red ropes intertwined, giving off a strange beauty.

Ethan scratched his face, feeling enlightened now.

Most of the people inside were wearing black leather clothes, some with hollows, and some with bare upper bodies. They had nose rings, mouth rings, tongue rings, and nipple rings, all for him to see at once.

In terms of dressing style, Jiabo's little goth boyfriend is so weak compared to here.

However, I still haven't seen one that stands out.

The two of them walked to the bar together. When the bartender saw Siobhan, he cursed secretly, put down the empty glass, and pointed to the side:

"Haven't your people already entered?"

Looking in the direction he pointed, there was a small door in a corner, covered with bead curtains, and red lights emitted from inside.

In this dark blue hall, it looks like the eyes of a devil.