My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan smiled and asked seriously: "Why do you pretend you don't know me?"

"Look at me." Miranda's eyes wandered and she gestured to herself:

"You can't help but see that, a daughter-in-law."

"Why do you think I pretended not to know you?"

This rhetorical question left Ethan speechless. At this time, the waiter brought over what they wanted.

Ethan picked up the coffee cup: "Sorry."

"I saw you a few days ago, but when I went to look for you, you disappeared again."

"Actually, I've been looking for you in Chinatown these past few days."

"Don't worry, I will help you."

"Why?" Miranda's eyes flashed with emotion. She grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite, saying vaguely:

"You don't owe me anything."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and put the cup down: "You don't have to owe each other to help each other."

"We were once comrades-in-arms, weren't we?"

"Speaking of comrades." Miranda raised her head and met his gaze: "So, Officer Morgan, have you done what you promised me?"

For a moment, Ethan was in a daze.

He seemed to be back at the highway intersection in Banshee Town a few months ago.

Miranda waved her arms at him and shouted at him to promise to take down Proctor.

"Yes." Ethan nodded heavily:

"I have done what I promised you. Proctor is dead."

"That's good."

Miranda's eyes were red: "This is the best news I have heard in this time."

After speaking, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

She covered her mouth with her hands, her shoulders shaking, and her whole body burst into sobs.

The crying sound attracted the waiter's attention.

The waiter quickly walked up to Burgess and Atwater, who were wearing police uniforms, and whispered: "Officer, something happened over there."

"The woman is crying, something is wrong."

The two people who were eating burgers quickly put down their food and looked nervously in the direction pointed by the waiter.

When he saw the person sitting in the corner, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"fine."

"That's a detective from our department," Burgess said to the waiter.

"That's good."

The waiter patted his chest, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

"Monkey Richet."

The moment Atwater saw Ethan, he quickly turned his head back.

He touched Burgess with his elbow: "This is big news. Detective Morgan is now the most mysterious guy in our department. Basically few people know his personal situation."

"That's right."

Burgess's eyes were also bright, and he bit his lip excitedly: "Guess, the woman opposite is his girlfriend?"

"Who knows." Atwater punched her again:

"Keep your voice down and listen carefully."

Burgess nodded quickly and raised his ears.

Facing the crying Miranda, Ethan didn't know what to say, so he had to sit quietly.

After a while, Miranda finally stopped sobbing.

Ethan quickly took out a few tissues and handed them over: "Here, I'm sorry, I didn't know Proctor caused you so much harm."

"Thanks."

Miranda's eye shadow has faded, and the dark circles under her eyes are more obvious.

She forced a smile and said: "No need to say anything sorry, you have already avenged me, haven't you?"

"That's right."

Ethan reached out and patted the back of her hand: "You should be happy when you think of this."

Miranda didn't look happy at all, and the light in her eyes became even dimmer:

"Can I call you Ethan?"

"sure."

"So Ethan, after you finish your coffee, can you leave?" Miranda forced a smile: "Continue your trip as if you have never seen me."

"no."

Ethan shook his head slowly and tapped his fingers on the table:

"I don't know what you've been through in the past few months. I haven't noticed anything. It can be treated as if nothing happened."

"But now that I've seen it, you can't ask me to ignore you."

Seriously, he and Miranda were not friends.

When she escaped from Banshee Town, Ethan also asked Hood to give her 20,000 yuan, which was not a small amount of money.

But this was by no means an excuse for him to stand idly by when Miranda was reduced to a street vagabond.

"Even if I tell you what happened."

Miranda wiped her tears and said with a wry smile: "What can you do? This is not Banshee Town."

"I am very satisfied to know that Proctor is dead. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have fled to Chicago and ended up where I am now."

After she finished speaking, she thought of something, and her tears instantly flowed down uncontrollably.

Maybe it was because she met an acquaintance that she couldn't control her emotions, so she simply lay down on the table, her shoulders shaking constantly.

Faced with the woman's tears, he had no solution.

He exhaled heavily and walked towards the dining table.

The two patrol policemen were sitting upright, eating their late-night snacks seriously.

"Stop pretending."

Ethan slapped Burgess on the shoulder: "You, stay and help."

"Okay, Detective."

Burgess trembled and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth.

"you."

Ethan looked at Atwater: "Ask Pratt to send you another person and go on patrol quickly."

Atwater shrugged at Burgess and reached into his pocket.

"Let's go, I'm treating you."

Ethan waved impatiently and waved to the waiter: “Bring me a bottle of beer.”

Atwater immediately beamed and walked quickly outside the restaurant.

"Bah."

Ethan unscrewed the bottle cap and pointed at Miranda: "I remember you said you were good at calming her emotions and getting her done."

Burgess nodded vigorously and quickly straightened his uniform.

She took a few deep breaths and walked quickly to the corner.

After Ethan drank half a bottle of beer and no one knew what kind of magic Burgess had cast, Miranda's mood stabilized after a while.

He walked over carrying the bottle of wine and sat down on his seat again:

"Miranda, I'm not visiting Chicago."

Ethan took out his police badge, pressed it on the table and said in a deep voice: "I am a Chicago police detective now. No matter what happens to you, trust me, I will help you solve it."

"Like you ever believed in me."

Miranda looked at the police badge on the table, then at Burgess.

"That's right." Burgess nodded:

"He is a police detective from our branch. He didn't lie to you."

The police uniform she was wearing made Miranda instantly believe what Ethan said.

"Please."

Miranda's eyes glowed, and she quickly reached out to grab Ethan: "Help rescue Danny."

"Danny?"

"Rescue?"

Ethan and Burgess looked at each other, then patted Miranda on the back of her hand: "Tell me what happened."

In Miranda's narration, Ethan finally knew what she had experienced since arriving in Chicago.

Arriving in Chicago, Miranda defected to her cousin.

Her cousin also worked in a strip club in Chicago. Out of familiarity, she also went to that club to work at her previous job.

Life was supposed to continue like this until she saved enough money or found a better job.

But her cousin was a solitary worm. When hanging out with gang members, she obsessively stole a bag of flour from those people's hands.

On the way home, when she met a patrolman, her cousin panicked and threw away her things.

Things were exposed, and gang members came to visit.

In this way, Miranda was forced to stand on the street with her cousin, and her son Danny was also taken away to work as a mule to transport unique goods.

In order to better control Miranda, she was also forcibly injected with drugs and became addicted to drugs.