My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Oh, oh, oh~"

Mitchell raised his hands: "I know what you want to do?"

"You want to use the murder case this morning to threaten me and force me to confess to the theft, right?"

"I won't be fooled."

Mitchell shrugged and said, "I won't tell you anymore. Please give me a call. I want to find a lawyer."

“Without a lawyer, there’s nothing.”

Antonio patted him hard on the shoulder: "I want to make a deal with you. Do you like making deals?"

"uh-huh!"

Mitchell was also bluffing. He was caught directly this time. He knew that calling a lawyer was useless and a waste of money.

His eyes lit up when he heard about the deal.

"That's your territory. You hang around there every day, selecting targets and then taking action."

Antonio came up to him and stared into his eyes: "I think you must have noticed something unusual this morning."

"Two girls have been raped and killed. If you provide me with clues, I will let you go."

Mitchell blinked quickly and asked with a crooked mouth:

"How do I know if I can trust your words?"

"You have no choice!"

"How can you be sure I'll find anything unusual?"

"Based on my experience." Antonio narrowed his eyes: "Cheetahs always know where the hyenas are, and you couldn't be more sensitive to people invading your territory."

Mitchell's eyes were bright and he nodded repeatedly: "I like your metaphor, I like it very much."

"Okay, then I'll believe you for once."

He thought for a moment, sniffed and said, "Around five o'clock in the morning, there was such a man."

"He was wearing gray and black running clothes and was stretching."

"My eyes were looking around, as if I was looking for something."

Mitchell nodded: "At that time, according to my judgment, he was either a criminal or a policeman."

He glanced at Antonio and said with a smile: "But I have never seen a policeman wearing such a good watch, so."

The words are low-pitched and extremely harmful.

There were several coughs in the observation room nearby.

"Be serious." Antonio pinched his shoulder hard: "How close were you to him at that time."

"how to say?"

Mitchell raised his eyebrows: "Close enough to see his face, can you get me a cup of coffee?"

"certainly!"

Antonio smiled and let go of his hand, picking up the evidence bag: "Wait a minute, I'll be here soon."

As expected, a major clue was obtained, and the people nearby walked out of the observation room one after another and high-fived Antonio.

Burgess' palms were slightly sweaty with excitement, but she did not forget her responsibilities and quickly returned to her seat.

"Rusek!"

As he walked back to the main room, Olinsky shouted.

"Roger that, coffee."

Rusek walked to the tea room in a hurry, without Olinsky saying a second word.

"Everyone knows now."

Hank tapped the table: "Now investigate the data from several surveillance cameras near there."

"In order to avoid accidents, between four and five thirty in the morning, all white men wearing gray and black sportswear were screenshotted and handed over to Mitchell for identification."

This is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack. There are hundreds or even thousands of people jogging and passing by there in the morning.

Men's running clothes are basically in the same colors.

But now I have no choice but to use the trick of water dripping through stone.

Gene immediately went to retrieve the monitoring data, and everyone else returned to their seats, preparing for a protracted war.

More than a dozen cameras, one and a half hours of video content.

I kept putting it in and out, and couldn't get it done in just a few hours.

Erin came up after taking a shower. After she understood the situation clearly, the bathroom became quiet, and everyone stared at the screen with their eyes wide open.

Ethan is no exception. This time is not suitable for fishing.

Half an hour later, the landline on Burgess' desk rang. She put down the phone and walked quickly to the Sheriff's Office.

After a few words of conversation, the two hurried downstairs.

Ethan rubbed his dry eyes and picked up the coffee cup.

After a while, chaotic footsteps moved upward, and Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "Thank you very much for coming. This is the intelligence team."

Ethan and Orlinsky looked at each other, and the latter picked up his duckbill hat to cover his messy hair.

Following Hank up the stairs, in addition to Burgess, there was also a blond woman wearing a long windbreaker, with a slender figure and a bit of coquettishness in her eyebrows.

Behind the blond woman is a black man with short hair, wearing a black jacket and a short beard.

Everyone stood up one after another and went to greet him.

These two people should be the colleagues from New York that Hank mentioned. If someone comes so far away to help, it is natural to treat them with enthusiasm.

"Hi, Detective Rollins."

"Hey, Detective Oddfern."

Facing everyone who greeted them warmly, the two New York police detectives kept shaking hands and recognizing people quickly.

"Jesus."

Black police detective Odefen looked at them, smiled and spread his hands:

"You are all so enthusiastic, but what happened to the woman downstairs? It's like she ate a big bucket of ice cubes."

Everyone chuckled, knowing that they must be talking about Pratt.

"Ignore her for now."

Olinsky changed the subject: "Welcome to Chicago, do you need a place for you to take a rest?"

"No."

The blond female police detective Rollins was very resolute. She saw the photos on the whiteboard and walked over quickly: "We are here to work, how about we start with a cup of coffee?"

This time without anyone greeting him, Rusek walked to the tea room on his own initiative.

The luggage was placed in the corner, and the two New York police detectives took a short break and began to share their analysis of the case.

Everyone from the intelligence team gathered around.

Burgess also quietly moved his chair and pricked up his ears.

The black male police detective Odefen took the lead. He scratched his short beard, waved his hands and said:

"No matter what the case is, we must start with the crime pattern."

"Why started in New York and now come to Chicago? Could this person be a salesman? This happens to be his sales route."

"Or are interstate truck drivers committing crimes based on their own transport routes?"

"These are all directions worthy of our investigation."

"That's right." Female police detective Rollins pushed her blond hair behind her ears and waved the folder in her hand:

"That was a valuable common thread we looked at on the plane, where there was a manufacturing trade show going on in New York at the time of the rape and homicide."

"And now this trade show has come to Chicago and is being held at the Ritton Center."

"That's the right name, right?"

"Rittenhouse Square." Hank nodded, took a few steps forward and took the folder.

He handed the folder to Gene who was behind him: "Screen through and find all the people who participated in these two trade fairs."

Seeing this clue, everyone in the intelligence team smiled.

If this clue works, they won't have to stare at the surveillance video anymore.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Coming to Gene's area of ​​expertise, he took the folder with confidence and walked quickly downstairs.