My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The next morning, Otong Room.

Hank pulled out the whiteboard he never gets tired of using from the corner and taped a lone photo on it.

He waved his big pen and wrote his name:

"Dean Masters, I've dealt with this guy before, when he was in his twenties, he was a cocky artist."

"But his talent cannot keep up with his pride."

"Without a job, I can't sell any works. Naturally, I become a one-of-a-kind artist."

"It's a dark road, and you can probably guess what happened next. He is suspected of buying and selling illegal art, selling fake famous paintings, etc."

"It seems that he is really a talent."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and said with a smile:

"This incident tells us that we cannot underestimate any artist who is in trouble."

"Especially the art students who failed."

"Art student?" Hank stopped what he was doing.

"It's okay." Ethan waved his hand.

"Then how did he provoke our intelligence team?" Antonio spread his hands: "Last night you said he was related to a theft case?"

"A Klimt painting was stolen."

Hank said hoarsely: "We know it was him and someone else who did it, but we didn't find any clues."

"The painting never appeared, and the matter was settled."

"Ha ha."

Rusek laughed and said: "Why would someone call me this name? This name is really funny."

"You can think his name is funny."

Irene didn't understand his strange smile, looked at the note in her hand and said:

"His works are not funny, they are a master of Austrian Symbolism. In 1994, one of his paintings, Flower Farm, was sold at Christie's for 3.7 million pounds."

"Now, the estimate is over £20 million."

"Shet."

When the numbers reached a certain level, they were just numbers. After being startled, Rusek took an awkward sip of coffee and stopped talking.

"Are we going after the stolen painting?" Antonio turned the ballpoint pen:

"It's been a year and I feel like there's no hope."

"I think so too." Hank nodded:

"Perhaps it has been sold to a private collector long ago."

"However." Hank's voice changed: "Last night, what he said to the Asian woman, someone wanted to clear him out. I think we still need to follow up on this information."

"Maybe we can find clues to the stolen paintings."

While they were talking, Olinsky led the Chinese woman from last night up the stairs.

On top of the short skirt was a black leather jacket, two oversized earrings, and a bandage on the bridge of her nose, with a red and swollen patch in the middle.

"Eileen."

Hank turned the whiteboard over: "You handle it."

Since Julie's death, female victims have been taken over by Irene. It is easier for women to communicate with each other.

But Ethan stood up and said, "Let me do it."

When Erin saw this, she glanced at Hank and sat back down again.

"Hello."

Ethan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the nervous Chinese woman: "I am Detective Ethan Morgan, please call me Ethan."

Everyone, including Olinsky next to him, cast surprised glances at him.

Although they couldn't understand it, they knew that Ethan was speaking Chinese.

Hearing the familiar words, the Chinese woman was slightly surprised. She held hands with Ethan: "I am Xiaomei."

"Let's go, sit inside."

Ethan picked up the Tieguanyin prepared in advance from his desk and led her towards the tea room.

As a result of his arrival, a hot water kettle was installed in the tea room.

Soon, two cups of hot tea were placed on the table.

Ethan blew off the tea leaves and took a careful sip: "How was your rest last night?"

"very nice."

Xiaomei took a sip of hot tea and relaxed her body: "You speak Chinese well. Also, thank you for saving my life last night."

She must be a second-generation immigrant, and her voice has a weird accent.

Plus, she was facing Ethan, so she naturally switched to English.

"You're welcome."

"I just do what I'm good at," Ethan said with a smile.

"Now can you tell me about the man last night? Masters, how much do you know about him?"

Xiaomei hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly said: "I just met him last night."

Thinking of the scene last night, her expression became horrified and tears fell from the corners of her eyes: "I am a professional beautician. Until a week ago, I was still working in a beauty salon."

“But the wages paid there are so small that you can barely pay the rent.”

"This is my third time..."

Ethan took out a tissue and handed it to her, asking her to wipe away her tears.

Except for the person involved, no one can evaluate other people’s lives because they don’t know what others are going through.

He was silent and listened quietly.

After she calmed down a little, Ethan asked:

"Last night, why did Masters keep saying that you wanted to harm him? Of course, I know that you saw that he was emotionally unstable and wanted to leave quietly, which caused his misunderstanding."

"But there must be other reasons."

"I don't know either. He is suspicious."

Xiaomei sniffed and said with a cry: "As soon as I arrived, he got angry at me because I was not the girl he wanted."

Ethan captured the key point: "It means he had a fixed one before..."

"playmate."

After a few seconds of hesitation, he picked out the right word.

"That's right."

Xiaomei thought for a while: "That girl's name is Nadia."

"Thanks."

Ethan handed over the notebook: "Please write down the address of the massage parlor and the information about the owner of that place."

"This is important to us."

Xiaomei hesitated for a moment before writing down what she knew.

Anyway, after what happened last night, she didn't plan to continue.

After chatting with her for a while to make sure that nothing was missed, Ethan accompanied her out of the police station and gave her his business card:

"If you remember something, you can just call me."

Looking at Xiaomei in the distance, Ethan shook his head and was about to walk back when a patrol car drove up and stopped next to him.

Atwater and Burgess slouched out of the car, looking listless.

"Hey guy."

Ethan greeted them: "What's wrong with you? You have no energy at all."

"See this?"

Burgess curled his lips and picked up a bag containing a blackened banana peel: "We have been dealing with various chores all morning."

"Because of complaints from neighbors, we were arranged to lock up an old woman just now."

"Can you believe it because she failed to clean up the trash in her house and yard?"

"Come on."

Ethan could only raise his fists and cheer them up.

The daily routine of a patrol officer consists of these trivial matters.

"Detective, can you tell us what you are busy with?" Burgess bumped his shoulder: "You know, give us some motivation."

After bumping shoulders, she came back to her senses and quickly smiled.