My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"The house at that address is registered to a woman named Kim Newton."

Jia Bo quickly found the relevant information. He looked at the computer screen and said:

"Thirty years old, white female, blond hair."

"There is no criminal record, but what's interesting is that she was the victim of a rape fifteen years ago."

Ethan held the phone to his ear: "Are you sure?"

"Very sure." Jiabo said calmly, "I'm looking at her case file."

Ethan thought of a possibility and asked quickly:

"Do you think it's possible that the victim and the murderer developed feelings?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Jabber shook his head: "Maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome?"

"Okay, I know."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "I'm rushing to save people now. If I don't tell you, I owe you once."

After hanging up the phone, he thought about it and called Brock again.

Now that he is the police chief, it would be embarrassing for him not to inform him.

Briefly explaining the situation, Brock said he would leave immediately and asked Ethan to wait for support to arrive before taking action.

Saving people is like putting out fire, where can we wait?

Ethan prevaricated with a few words and put the phone in his pocket.

The Dodge Challenger roared, picking up the yellow leaves on the road and speeding forward.

Looking around, there was darkness.

Phillips shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but his hands were tied and strangled painfully.

You can feel your feet dangling in the air and your whole body being lifted up.

He took a few sharp breaths, trying to see his surroundings clearly.

"Phillips?"

A low and hoarse voice came from the side, making him excited.

The place where the sound came from was very close to him, just over two meters away.

Phillips found that his mouth was not sealed and quickly asked:

"Hank?"

"That's right."

"Shet." Phillips cursed, "That Bichi."

"This incident reminds us that we should never drink from strangers again, even if she is the victim."

Hank's voice continued: "Now we are both finished."

After Ethan left, Phillips quickly obtained the victim's details.

They didn't stay too long and quickly drove to Linxian.

When they arrived at the victim's home, Phillips and the others drank a glass of orange juice and were unconsciously knocked unconscious while asking about the murderer.

"Cross your fingers and pray."

Phillips said depressedly: "Now I hope that my friend can find out that we are missing as soon as possible."

"What can he do alone?"

Hank sighed: "He doesn't know where we are either."

At this moment, a ray of light came from the front.

The light fluttered with the sound of footsteps and slowly expanded.

They both cheered up and looked at the person.

An unusually sweet-looking blonde woman in a white dress came down the stairs holding a candle.

When he saw the woman, Phillips was furious.

Behind her, followed a man in a red nightgown.

The man has four horns on his forehead, which makes people shudder.

The blonde woman moved briskly, lighting the candles in this space one by one.

With the light, Phillips was finally able to see clearly the current environment.

This place is obviously a basement, with a large space of dozens of square meters. The interior is decorated very strangely, with rows of red candlesticks, and the air is filled with a faint smell of blood.

Demonic totems can be seen everywhere, many weapons are scattered on the walls, and the machetes are stained with blood.

There was a platform in the middle, wrapped in black leather. A young woman was lying on it, her hands and feet tied with restraints.

Obviously, that was the murderer's latest prey.

And he and Hank were in a corner of the basement, tied up and hung up with hemp ropes as thick as their thumbs.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

A man with horns on his forehead came over with a smile and a glass of red wine.

The blond woman brought him a chair, and the man sat down.

Phillips spit to the side and gritted his teeth and said:

"Declan Bird."

"Yes, it's me."

Bode picked up the wine glass and gestured to the two hanging people: "FBI Special Agent, Robert Phillips, nice to meet you."

"As for this, Mr. Hank Boyt, you are also welcome here."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Phillips gritted his teeth and said: "You are not satisfied with being a serial killer now, and you still want to be a police killer?"

"I'm not looking for you."

Bode shook the red wine glass: "You came to the door on your own initiative, I will definitely entertain you well."

"Actually, you don't understand that I didn't kill them because I liked them."

"All this is for the sacred sacrifice."

"Yeah."

Hank sneered: "We all know this, you are a madman."

"Please, if you say this, it will make me very sad." Bode stood up and walked to the side: "Although none of this is what I want."

"But I think the glorious Satan won't mind the two sacrifices delivered to my door."

"Next, let me entertain you well."

Bode rang the bronze bell, and there were figures on the stairs in the distance.

More than a dozen people, holding candles, walked down the stairs with serious and solemn expressions.

I didn't expect that there would be so many people here.

The man in the lead was none other than Quirk, who was practicing medicine illegally and met at the dry cleaning shop today.

Quick walked up to the two of them and said sarcastically:

"Just because you broke into my office, destroyed my belongings, and stole my stuff, I'm going to let you know that you messed with the wrong person."

"Pooh."

Phillips spat a thick mouthful of phlegm into his face and looked at him with disdain.

Quick wiped away the thick phlegm with trembling hands and raised his head in disbelief: "How can you do this? It's so unhygienic."

He grabbed Phillips' dangling foot and punched him hard in the stomach.

"ah!"

"Bah, bah, bah."

Phillips groaned in pain, and then quickly spat on Quick's face.

"You are so disgusting!!!"

Quick was so angry that he trembled all over, turned around and ran quickly to the sink nearby.

Seeing the scene happening next to him, Hank closed his eyes helplessly.

"Seal the mouths of both of them." Bode noticed the farce and ordered with a cold face.

Moments later, both Phillips and Hank's mouths were taped shut.

Quick, who had thoroughly washed his head, strode over and looked at Phillips angrily: "It will be your turn soon, and I am very much looking forward to that moment.

After saying the harsh words, Quick walked to the sacrificial altar and slapped the woman lying on it awake.

Then he took out a syringe from a small box next to him. This was a well-prepared anesthetic that could keep people awake but unable to move.

He pushed the needle gently, and clear liquid spurted out from the tip.