My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Burgess' fingers turned white as he listened to Miranda's story.

She held Miranda's hand and comforted her in a low voice:

"Sorry to hear that."

"Is this why you didn't dare to tell me before?" Ethan picked up the beer bottle and took a big gulp: "You know I'm not afraid of those people."

"I know you're not afraid."

Miranda said in a daze: "But I'm afraid, you are alone, I don't know what you can do."

"Those people are very cruel, and there are many people like me."

"Someone once tried to resist, and her child was beaten to death in front of us."

"It's just a warning not to try to do anything."

She shook her head and said, "You are a good person, I can't harm you."

Ethan silently grasped the bottle, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "That's why you asked me to leave just now."

"Um."

Miranda's eyes were red and she said emotionally: "But you are a Chicago police detective now. If you can do anything, can you help me get Danny back?"

"As long as he's alive and well, it doesn't matter to me."

"I haven't seen him for a month, God, I don't know how he is doing now."

"rest assured."

Ethan put down the beer bottle and said seriously: "I will definitely help you rescue Danny."

He and Burgess looked at each other solemnly.

There are people who use children to transport unique products. They can easily avoid the attention of law enforcement officials, which is a good choice for traffickers.

But organized coercion and frequent killings are no longer ordinary traffickers.

"Now, tell me everything you know."

Ethan stretched out his hand and asked Burgess to bring her notebook: "In order to safely rescue Danny and other children, I need your time."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Continue to do your work as usual."

"Can you do this for Danny?"

"Okay, I'll leave everything to you." Miranda clenched her fists and told everything she knew about the situation.

Ethan recorded all the clues and added Miranda's social account to facilitate contact. He also asked her to send him a photo of Danny.

Looking at the cute little boy with a smile on the phone, he pursed his lips.

After tearing off the piece of paper from the transcript and stuffing it into his pocket, Ethan took out two hundred dollars and handed it to Miranda: "I'll take you back first."

"Leave the rest to me."

"Thanks."

Miranda held the money in her hand and said hesitantly: "This money."

"Don't worry, I'm a rich man."

Ethan showed a smile: "If you don't take the money, how will you explain it when you go back?"

Thinking of those people's methods, Miranda shivered and quickly put away the money.

Seeing her like this, Ethan gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for several months, a beautiful stripper would be tortured to the point where she looked like a human being or a ghost.

Ethan looked at Burgess: "Do you need me to send you off?"

"If it's not troublesome." Burgess nodded.

At this time, Atwater no longer knew where the patrol had gone. It was better to take a ride than to take a taxi.

"Then let's go."

After paying the bill, the three of them walked out of the restaurant together.

There were still three blocks away from where Miranda got on the bus, so he put Burgess down and asked her to wait.

"You're just like you always are."

After Ethan stopped the car, he stretched out his arms to Miranda and said in her ear: "Pretend to be tired, don't be excited or excited."

"Keep hope alive."

"Even if you are in hell, I will pull you out."

Miranda grabbed his hand tightly, kissed him on the cheek, and got out of the car as usual.

In the eyes of others, this is a sign of unfinished business.

Miranda walked towards the shadows with weary steps, and the dim street lights shone on her, giving off a ray of hope.

Returning to the place where Burgess was put down, she was leaning against a lamppost, kicking the can in boredom.

Ethan pulled over, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette.

"Bang."

The door closed, and Burgess looked around the car with some restraint.

The interior of the Dodge Challenger has been refurbished and modified, not as old-school as expected, and the corresponding electronic settings are also complete.

The leather seats are much more comfortable than the Crown Victoria.

The interior of the car was clean and tidy. Apart from the smell of inferior perfume left by Miranda just now, there was only a faint smell of tobacco.

"Where to go?"

Not hearing Burgess speak, Ethan glanced at her.

"oh."

Burgess twirled his fingers and said nervously: "Just take me back to the police station."

"OK."

Ethan nodded and started the vehicle.

The night breeze quickly came in and took away the scent of perfume.

Ethan flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground and was blown to the side of the road by the wind.

There were still twenty minutes away from the police station. Burgess took a peek at Ethan who was driving seriously and cleared his throat:

"Actually, you are a good person."

"Stop it."

Ethan pressed down the CD, and classic rock music played.

He looked at Burgess from the corner of his eye: "What you said is a curse where I come from."

"Walter?"

Burgess raised his eyebrows: "What kind of curse is this?"

"Just a joke."

Ethan rubbed his ears: "Don't worry, why do you say I'm a good person?"

"Looking at you, you don't look like someone who needs to find a street girl, right?" Burgess raised his fingers and said, "You saw a friend you didn't know very well on the side of the road and wanted to help her."

"You must value your friends very much."

"When encountering difficulties, you will find a way to help. What is this but a good person?"

"It must be a very happy thing to be your friend."

Burgess smiled: "You are not as bad as you appear. Miranda is lucky to know you."

"Please note who you are, Constable Burgess."

Ethan grimaced and said in a deep voice: "Are you calling me a bastard?"

"Feel sorry."

Burgess waved his hands quickly: "That's not what I meant."

She was about to explain something, but she found that the corners of Ethan's mouth were raised and he was snickering silently. She suddenly gritted her teeth in anger and said, "You are really a bastard."

Ethan smiled and turned to look at her: "What happened tonight."

"Don't worry, I know how to keep it secret."

Burgess pursed his lips and looked at the CD player: "Whose song is this?"

"Paul McCartney."

Ethan replied casually: "Didn't you hear it yesterday?"

"No." Burgess' attention shifted again: "What are you going to do about this matter?"

"What else can I do?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and held the steering wheel tightly with his palms: "Do what we do best."

Returning Burgess to the police station, he checked his watch and drove home.