My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There was silence in the interrogation room.

Since the few of them sat down, Ethan just looked at a blank case file quietly.

Erin had been staring at Jeffrey Baker. He didn't look panicked at all, and he still maintained that professional smile on his face.

This calm attitude is really rare.

The silence tactic failed, and Erin couldn't help but wonder if they had arrested the wrong person.

She shook her head, throwing the thought away, and reached for the mineral water next to her.

"Mr. Baker."

Erin slowly unscrewed the bottle cap and poured water into two disposable cups: "How long have you been in Chicago?"

"Five days!"

"Are you from St. Louis?"

"That's right!"

Baker was concise and answered questions with a smile.

"Drink some water, Mr. Baker." Irene reached out and pushed a glass of water in front of him.

"No."

Looking at the cup in front of him, Jeffrey Baker smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, I'm not thirsty."

"Have you been to the River Walk?" Ethan suddenly launched an attack.

"What does that have to do with my hotel room?"

Baker reacted very quickly. Not only did he avoid the question, he also asked him a question in return.

The smile on his face was too fake. It was just his cover-up, just like a mask. His completely unhurried appearance after entering the door actually made him look more guilty.

Ordinary people would not react like this, never be so calm.

No matter what the matter is, as long as you enter the police station, the emotions of ordinary people will be somewhat abnormal.

Either defensive or excited.

His bland reaction would only make Ethan feel that he was the person he was looking for.

"Let me ask you again."

Ethan leaned forward and asked seriously: "Have you ever been to the Riverside Trail?"

"Been there."

"when?"

"Sorry." Baker asked with a smile: "It's the same thing, what does this have to do with my hotel room?"

"I now suspect that you have other motives."

Erin looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze: "What do you think our purpose is?"

"Tell me." Baker shrugged, looking calm:

"I have absolutely no idea."

Ethan knocked on the table and shouted:

"Answer my question, when did you go to the River Walk?"

"Do you usually go shopping on YouTube?" Baker used the eloquence of a salesperson and started chatting: "There is a very popular video above. I suggest you watch it."

"It's a video from a law school professor. He's very professional and famous."

Baker met Ethan's gaze. "Interestingly, he made a very interesting and convincing point."

"That is, never talk to the police officer."

"Sorry." Baker spread his hands and said with a smile, "No offense intended."

Ethan closed the case file and his tone became cold:

"Do you think this is a talk show stage?"

"I also put forward a point of view to you, which has been verified by many people and you can believe it."

"The point is, if you don't answer the questions honestly, I guarantee you will regret coming to Chicago."

"Listen." Baker put away his smile: "I don't know what you want from me."

"But no matter what it is, I can only say that you have found the wrong person."

"Give me the phone, I'm looking for a lawyer."

"Bang bang!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Antonio opened the door and waved to the two of them.

"time and location."

Erin pushed the notebook over and clicked hard: "Write it down."

Baker smiled and had no intention of touching the pen.

"Whoosh!" Ethan walked up behind him and waved violently.

Beck's head shrank in fear and he quickly looked at him.

Ethan scratched his head and walked out of the interrogation room.

"Another rape occurred on the Riverside Walk." When they closed the door, Antonio said helplessly: "What happened just ten minutes ago, Hank has already rushed to the hospital."

"Olinsky and Rusek went to the scene of the crime."

"Fortunately, the victim is still alive."

Erin looked at her watch in shock: "We were taking Baker back to the police station."

At this time, Rollins and Odelfin walked out of the observation room. Rollins pushed his blond hair behind his ears: "Does that mean he is not the murderer?"

"What did you observe?"

Ethan looked at Rollins and asked unwillingly.

"He said all irrelevant things, so it's hard to judge." Rollins frowned: "But he is very defensive. Even though he is always smiling, he is always careful about something."

"Although this defensive mentality is very heavy, it is understandable."

Oddfin spread his hands: "The idiot who said everything as soon as he came in no longer exists."

"How about this!"

Ethan nodded and looked at Antonio: "Let's go to the hospital first."

"Detective Rollins, could you please continue to observe him?"

"No problem at all."

Several people shook hands, leaving two New York counterparts behind, and they hurried to the Chicago hospital.

Outside the ward, Ethan looked through the window.

Irene was doing the inquiry work. It was not easy for men to participate in this kind of thing, so they could only wait outside.

Lying on the hospital bed was a black girl.

His face was swollen, purple and blue, and he almost looked unrecognizable.

"She's lucky."

A few minutes later, Irene walked out of the ward quickly. She grabbed the record book in her hand angrily: "She is only 16 years old. She fought hard and escaped the disaster."

The girl lying on the hospital bed noticed the eyes of Ethan and the others and turned her head silently.

Hank's breathing became hot and he asked in a cold tone:

"Is there any clue we can use?"

"Blonde hair, brown eyes." Irene said quickly: "The corner of his eye was scratched. The murderer's DNA should be extracted from the girl's fingernails."

"I've already asked someone to do this." Hank put his hands on his hips:

"That guy at the police station, what color are his eyes?"

"blue."

Erin shook her head: "When the crime happened, Ethan and I were taking him back to the police station."

"Let him go." Hank walked outside:

"Notify everyone of the suspect's physical description, as well as all clinics and hospitals across the city, with a focus on checking people for eye injuries."

"I have objections."

Ethan suddenly said: "There is no clue to prove that there is only one murderer."

"You mean gang crime?"

Hank stopped and considered the possibility.

"In our industry, you can believe in a coincidence." Ethan nodded and said, "But I don't believe in several coincidences happening to one person at the same time."

"To me, that's a big suspicion."

"Beck didn't even dare to drink water. He was too cautious. I thought there must be something wrong with him."

"Then what do you think?" Hank looked at Ethan.

"Let him go."

Ethan's method was beyond everyone's expectations.

He added: "It is enough to have Olinsky and Rusek come back and have patrol officers at the scene of the crime. Let them follow Baker and they will definitely find something."

"I agree." Erin thought for a moment and nodded heavily.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Hank took out his cell phone: "I'll notify them both."

Antonio wrote down the clues that Irene asked about and took out his phone: "I contacted the police car and the walking patrol to remind them to focus on the target."

Looking at the two people hurriedly walking to the front, Erin gritted her teeth and said, "She is only sixteen years old."

"You have no idea what that man did to her!"

"You can guess it."

Ethan patted her back: "Let's go, let's take down that motherfucker."