My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rapid footsteps sounded, one going up and the other going down, running quickly towards his place.

Ethan put down what he was holding and walked to the corner of the room.

"Dong dong dong."

As he pounded his fist, a hollow sound echoed in the studio.

Most of the houses here are made of wood, and the walls are also made of wooden boards, but the sound of knocking is definitely not that hollow.

Ethan pulled his sleeves and wrapped his fists.

"Bang."

When Olinsky and Antonio walked in quickly, they happened to see Ethan punch hard and half of his arm pierced the white wall.

"Please, Superman, can't you look for the secret door?"

Olinsky bit the candy and kept shaking his head.

"I've found it." Ethan bent his arm and pressed against the wall panel inside, tearing hard.

"Stab it."

After a harsh sound, a large piece of wall panel was torn off the wall directly by him.

Looking through the hole, a workbench comes into view.

Ethan kept up his efforts, and in just a few strokes, the hole was opened for one person to enter.

He flashed and got in.

Within a few seconds, the lights flickered a few times, and the inside became bright. Detailed images of dollar bills were hung everywhere on the walls of the dark room.

Zoom in to a very fine level.

In front of the workbench, there are several carved blocks neatly placed, some with one hundred and some with fifty.

On the easel next to it, there is a half-painted portrait.

Hank's guess was indeed correct, they were indeed a group that made counterfeit money.

It's hard to find a secret door from the outside, but you can find it from the inside.

Ethan pushed open the secret door and came to another room, just behind a bookshelf.

"When you think you've seen it all."

Antonio picked up the thin brick-like engraving and looked at it carefully: "Life always brings more surprises."

Anyone who uses these things has been shot to death.

They didn't need to be so cautious. The three of them passed each other around and looked at each other. Ethan also admired Masters' craftsmanship. This precise carving was simply a work of art.

Take photos of everything inside and put it in the evidence bag.

They continued to check the entire house and found no other secret rooms. They quickly picked up their things and returned to the police station.

Just after arriving on the second floor, Hank walked out of the office:

"Please, please tell me that my guess is correct."

"Uh-huh."

Ethan directly threw the evidence bag in his hand, and after drawing an arc, it fell steadily into Hank's hands.

"You guessed it right, this is a counterfeit banknote gang."

He threw the remaining engravings to Rusek and Irene: "Come and enjoy the works of the late artist Masters."

They all have a bit of a bad taste, and they usually see a lot of violent and perverted criminals.

Faced with people who play with technology like this, they are all somewhat curious.

"Haha." Rusek laughed: "We never know what these people can achieve if they break away from their own profession."

"This is an artist with great pursuits. He doesn't want to be a thief, he just wants to make a living by his craftsmanship."

Hank opened the evidence bag. After playing with it for a while, he threw the engraving aside: "There are three steps required to make counterfeit banknotes."

"Banknotes, engravings, printing presses."

“We have one last step left, which is the printing press.”

"There are very few people who still use these methods to make counterfeit banknotes. It takes some real skills."

He wrote the three steps he said on the whiteboard with a big pen and slapped them hard a few times: "It also proves that this counterfeit banknote team is not simple. We need to find the remaining people."

Ethan returned to his desk: "What we can do now is to find the three gunmen."

Erin yawned: "We watched the surveillance for half an hour."

"Now that you are back, the progress should be accelerated."

At this time, Gene ran up the stairs quickly. He shook the paper in his hand and asked, "Eileen, you just said that Nadia has only been to Masters' house two or three times, right?"

"That's right."

Erin stood up: "What's the problem?"

"I pulled out Masters' cell phone communication records." Gene shrugged and said, "In the past fourteen days, these two people sent more than forty text messages."

"Fake, she lied to me." Erin stood up.

"You are not allowed to follow." Before Ethan could speak, she walked downstairs angrily: "I want to handle it myself."

"up to you."

Ethan spread his hands and sat comfortably on the chair.

"Wait a minute." Seeing that Gene was about to return to the garage office, Ethan quickly stopped him.

"Detective."

Gene came over: "What's the matter?

"Call me again." Ethan looked at him dissatisfied.

Gene hesitated: "Detective Morgan?"

"I'll give you one last chance." Ethan's face turned cold and he folded his hands on his chest.

"Ethan?"

Gene became uneasy and asked tentatively.

"That's right." Ethan immediately pulled up a chair with a smile: "Sit down quickly."

"All right."

Gene sat down carefully. He usually stayed in the garage and never came out when nothing happened. He was a standard homebody.

Zhaiguizhai is no stranger to the people in his group.

The detective in front of him had only been here for more than a month and already had more than a dozen lives in his hands. He couldn't help but be careless.

"I've been here for so long and I haven't even had a chat with you."

Ethan looked at this handsome Chinese guy: "I haven't seen you in Molly's Bar before. Don't you like drinking? Are you a second-generation immigrant?"

"The second-generation immigrants are right." Gene smiled and nodded:

"I never drink. I didn't go to your treat last time. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Ethan knocked on the table: "In terms of technology, can I ask you a question?

"sure."

Gene is best at technology. When it comes to this, he gets excited and says, "You tell me, I'll help you solve it."

"Is such that."

Ethan quickly typed on the keyboard and clicked on the web page: "Look, you can access any video website."

“Why can’t the game platform be downloaded?”

Gene looked at the steam engine connecting rod in the blue icon on the web page, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He was stunned for a few seconds and said silently: "The computers in the bureau have restrictions. I can help you unlock them. It only takes one minute."

"But this configuration doesn't work. Do you need me to help you change a computer?"

"The processor, hard drive, memory stick, and graphics card will all be installed with the best in the bureau. There are a lot of these accessories down there that no one in the bureau understands. I got a lot of good stuff for myself."

Gene knew that he was recruited by Hank, and he had a sense of unscrupulousness in doing things, so he simply cooperated.

"You are my brother."

Ethan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Then just help me change a computer."

"OK."

Gene bumped fists with him and said with a smile, "I'll get it done for you tomorrow."

After chatting for a while, Erin walked up quickly and said quickly: "A few days ago, a group of black people came to Masters' house and threatened him."

"Hood hood, jeans, similar to the photo Ethan took."

"The group took photos of Nadia and threatened to kill her if she dared to tell the truth, so she hid this part just now."

Erin walked to the whiteboard and drew a strange symbol:

"The target was a gray van with the Jesus Fish logo painted on the back."