My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The bartender always has a good memory, maybe he can find some clues in the camera.

At Ethan's suggestion, three people and two cars returned to the place last night.

The night and day here are completely different.

The breeze blew by, making the garbage on the ground even more messy.

The door was ajar, and there was silence inside.

After a few of them went in, they saw the bartender from last night standing behind the bar feebly placing drinks.

"After hours."

He said tiredly when he heard footsteps.

But the voice came straight to the bar, and the bartender turned around angrily: "Now..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

The bartender's expression was stiff and he looked helplessly at the three people in front of him.

"It seems you still remember some of us."

Phillips pulled up a high stool and sat down: "Can I have three beers?"

Seeing the badge and change he put on the counter, the bartender gritted his teeth and put the money away.

He picked up three cups, went to the beer machine and broke off the handle:

"I know, I can't afford to offend you."

"If you have any questions, just ask and I will try my best to cooperate." The bartender placed three glasses of beer in front of them.

Ethan took out his camera and pushed it in front of him:

"We're looking for a pervert who's killing young girls. I'd be grateful if you could help take a look."

"Fine."

The bartender curled his lips and picked up the camera: "I'll give it a try."

"You don't want us to come here to see you every day." Phillips picked up the beer glass and took a big sip.

"I know."

The bartender pressed the camera hard and looked at the photos inside: "Most of the so-called Satanists who come here to play are tourists."

"These bastards are far less arrogant and domineering than they seem."

"Those?" Ethan drank half a glass of draft beer in one breath:

"do not you?"

"I'm not one of those crazy people."

The bartender said disdainfully: "I only do this to make money, and the girls here are particularly easy to get started with. This is the only benefit."

"As long as I act fierce and mysterious, there will be a lot of girls lining up waiting to get into my bed."

"Otherwise, I would have quit a long time ago."

As he spoke, he flashed his camera to Phillips several times and asked him to take photos of the people he thought were truly vicious.

One of them is the black-haired man whose arm was broken last night.

Ethan lit up his cigarette and drank his beer slowly.

At this moment, the bartender stopped pressing his fingers again. He actually had an indifferent expression on the people he showed just now.

But now, his eyes were clearly full of horror and disgust.

The subtle change in expression could not escape the eyes of the three of them. Hank asked in a low voice: "What did you find?"

The bartender showed his camera: "This guy is a pervert."

Ethan and the others stepped forward to take a closer look. Inside the small screen was a white man in his thirties with brown hair.

On his forehead, there were two bulging meat buns on one side, about the same size as beef balls.

It looks like two pairs of horns.

horn!

Ethan turned his head suddenly, and the eyes of Phillips and Hank collided. The three of them had the same idea.

He flicked off the cigarette ashes and asked in a deep voice: "What is this person's name?"

"Bode."

The bartender thought for a moment and said firmly: "Declan Bird."

"He is a true believer in Satanism."

Hank raised his beer glass: "Is this Bode a regular at your bar?"

"Not now. I used to come here often. He liked talking to others. Maybe he was looking for fanatic followers like him. I don't know."

The bartender shrugged and continued: "Not many people liked him at the time because he was a little too fanatical."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile:

"So you're saying this guy is so fanatical that he scares the hell out of other Satanists?"

"Can I have one?"

After obtaining Ethan's consent, the bartender took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it: "Actually, you all know that most people play this thing to make themselves stand out."

"Another one is that it's easy to find women in these places."

"These two points have never changed."

"So when you meet someone as serious as Declan Border, it's natural to be frightened."

The bartender said with a disgusted expression: "One time he drank too much and kept talking to me about Lucifer. This guy has gone crazy."

"He said he could hear Lucifer communicating with him and had a supernatural connection."

"A lot of people will be like this." Ethan pushed the empty beer glass aside:

"Aren't those people talking about these things when they come here?"

The bartender bit his cigarette and extended his palm to them:

"See those nails up there?"

"When I expressed doubts about what the madman said, he snatched the fruit knife from my hand and picked out his nails one by one."

“While picking, I laughed, and I didn’t forget to drink.”

When he said this, the bartender shivered all over.

Phillips looked at the half-cup of beer left in his hand and put it down helplessly: "It sounds like we need to meet this person."

"Now, please tell me his address."

The bartender looked at him in disbelief and scratched his head: "Did I say all that in vain?"

"How could I possibly have the contact information of such a madman."

Hank drank the beer in a big gulp and put down the glass with a bang: "I can't refute your reason. I believe you are telling the truth."

"Of course I'm telling the truth."

The bartender rolled his eyes: "You can go now, I still have a lot of things to do."

After walking out of the bar, the three people stopped in front of the vehicle.

Ethan stamped out the cigarette butt: "Guys, I bet Declan Bode is the murderer for a hundred dollars. Does anyone want to play with me?"

Phillips leaned against the car door angrily: "Can I give you money?"

Ethan smiled: "Come on, it sounds like he is the most perverted person, but that doesn't mean he is the murderer. You have a high chance of winning, maybe two hundred dollars. If you lose, just give me fifty."

"No fifty, just a very strong middle finger. Do you want it?"

Phillips is not a fool. Now all the clues point to this man named Declan Bode.

Seeing the two of them laughing and scolding like this, Hank stood aside and smiled slightly.

He rarely sees his old buddy and young man like this. Perhaps the relationship between the two of them is more complicated than he imagined.

At this time, Phillips' cell phone rang.

He quickly pressed answer and signaled to be quiet.

While in the bar, Phillips sent the name he just obtained to the bureau, trying to find clues in the database.

Unexpectedly, there was a reply so quickly.