My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing as he can still hold on, xx shouldn't be too serious.

Ethan and Antonio looked at each other and smiled, then stretched out their hands to pull Rusek up.

With Antonio's help, he moved out.

"Do you still have any clothes?"

Ethan looked at Nadia who was aside. She had just covered herself with massage oil, and now her thin skirt was clinging tightly to her body.

The body line is exposed.

It was pleasing to the eye, but no one had any grievances, so there was no need to humiliate her like this.

"Yes, it's in the cabinet."

Nadia also noticed her physical condition and glanced to the side in shame.

Ethan opened the cabinet and placed a small travel bag containing some of her personal clothes.

Open a coat and put it on her.

"Thanks."

Nadia sniffed and forced a smile.

"Let's go." Ethan grabbed her shoulders and walked outside. Hank called for backup. There was a lot of noise outside and patrolmen appeared.

Back at the police station, Ethan first handed Nadia to Irene.

He then drove to a nearby store and bought a large bag of ice cubes, unable to deal with such an unlucky owner.

In the locker room, Rusek was lying on the bench.

He had taken off his outer pants and was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs.

Ethan threw the ice pack over: "Aren't you afraid that a female colleague will come over?"

"Thank God."

Rusek took the ice bag and quickly stuffed it into it: "Fake, I can't control it that much, I think it's already swollen."

He hissed several times: "Seriously, brother, Wendy and I still want a child."

"If something goes wrong, I swear I'm going to wring that woman's neck off."

Ethan leaned against the cabinet: "Wendy?"

"hiss!"

Rusek gritted his teeth and said, "My fiancée.

"Let me see how this idiot is doing?" Antonio walked in from the outside with a smile: "Rusek, do I need to take a photo to commemorate you?"

"Please."

Rusek quickly shook his head: "Don't be like this, I'm already miserable enough."

"Just think of it as teaching you a lesson."

Ethan patted the cabinet: "Don't underestimate women, believe it or not, I know a woman."

"Even if you are on guard, I can easily take you down without any problems."

"I know." Rusek pressed the ice pack and said awkwardly:

"We cannot let down our guard any further."

"You are still saved." Antonio said to Ethan: "Let's go, Nadia will be interrogated soon."

Leaving the locker room, the two headed to the second floor together.

Hank was standing in the observation room. When he saw them coming in, he asked, "How is Rusek?"

"how to say."

Antonio shrugged and said, "Don't expect him to do field work today."

Hank shook his head and looked towards the interrogation room.

Nadia had already taken a bath under Eileen's arrangement. After washing off her makeup, she looked a little green.

But he still looked unruly.

"Nadia."

Erin leaned against the wall: "Please tell me about Dean Masters. How much do you know about him?"

"Not very clear."

Nadia slumped on the chair listlessly: "I have only served him two or three times."

"Oh~" Erin said with a smile: "According to our intelligence, you seem to be his favorite, right?"

"Thank you." Nadia looked at her sideways:

"It's not surprising that I get compliments like this all the time."

Although she didn't sit upright and looked carefree, her face was still pretty good.

The figure is also very good, Ethan saw it with his own eyes.

Erin patiently tried to open up her conversation: "Okay, where did you grow up?"

"Forest Lake City."

Nadia was a little restless. She scratched her neck, looked at Erin, and choked: "I am the homecoming queen, and Michael Jordan is my neighbor."

"okay."

Ethan picked up the folder: "I'll go over and talk to her."

"Go ahead." Hank nodded.

When the interrogation room was opened, Irene was still trying to get her to cooperate, but Nadia still looked indifferent.

Noticing someone coming in, Nadia turned her head, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

"Bang."

Ethan threw the folder on the table, which made her body tremble even more, and she couldn't help but recall the gunshot just now.

"Sit tighter."

He nodded to Irene, pulled out a chair and sat down: "Age?"

Facing this man who crossed his arms and looked at her coldly, Nadia's heart palpitated. She hurriedly sat up straight and said, "I'm still one month away from turning 18."

"I don't accept lies."

"If it was a lie, why didn't I tell you that I was 20 years old?"

"That makes sense."

Ethan nodded, the girl here is really precocious, not yet eighteen years old, she looks like someone in her twenties.

"Officer, can you not cause trouble to Masur?"

Nadia put her hands on the table and begged: "I used a fake ID myself. They don't know. Please, I need this job."

"Detective, not police officer."

Ethan looked at the folder in his hand: "Besides, it's not the time for you to make requests yet."

Erin judged from Nadia's expression that she was now addicted.

She also pulled up the chair and sat down: "What are you smoking?"

"Kefen? Haifen?"

"I don't know what you are talking about?" Nadia leaned back and looked away.

"As long as you tell us what we want to know." The corners of Eileen's mouth turned up slightly: "As a deal, I promise you that I will get some for you."

Nadia's eyes were full of longing, and she looked at Ethan with twinkling eyes.

"I didn't hear anything."

Ethan cooperated with Erin and tapped his fingers on the table: "Give me a name and I'll leave right away."

"Noel Harris."

After Nadia hesitated for a while, she said her name: "He owns a shop in Polk and is friends with Masters."

“He helped buy Masters’ flour.”

"Thanks."

Ethan closed the folder. He originally wanted to scare her with the photo of Masters being shot, but now it seems that there is no need for it.

As for Irene's offer to help her get flour, it was nothing more than an attempt to deceive her.

Whether you give it or not depends entirely on your mood.

After getting the clues, Ethan and Hank quickly headed to the target address.

Not long after setting off, Hank's cell phone rang, and he didn't hang up the phone until he stopped the car.

"Horsted is in trouble." Hank shook his head and sighed.

"Um?"

Ethan felt baffled. Isn't that guy recovering from his injuries? How could he cause any trouble?

"His ex-girlfriend's brother was murdered before. During his vacation, he kept harassing the suspect."

Hank slapped the steering wheel and said with a headache:

"The suspect's family has filed a lawsuit against Horsted, saying they were intimidated by him."

"It was the director who called me just now, asking me to keep an eye on him."

The two got out of the car and walked forward. Ethan asked in confusion: "Didn't you find any clues?"

"Horsted must avoid suspicion."

Hank explained to Ethan as he walked: "It was his ex-girlfriend's brother, a child who was raped and killed two or three years ago."

"The suspect is a neighbor in the same neighborhood, but no evidence has ever been found to prove that it was that person who did it."

"Horsted has never been able to let go, and we have helped."

"But the other party hid it very well, there was no evidence, and the suspect was also a minor, so..."

"Pedophile?"

Ethan paused for a moment and raised his eyebrows.

"That's right."

Hank glanced at the sign and put his hand on the handle of the glass door: "I don't know what's going on with this world."