My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Platt looked at the screen and nodded with satisfaction.

"I will help you retouch the picture later. The effect will be absolutely fine."

"That's almost it." Ethan looked indifferent.

He is handsome and looks good no matter how he takes photos.

"It's your turn." Platt looked at Atwater and Burgess, who had been standing outside the reception desk just now.

"This is to take pictures for the new ID, hey, hurry up."

Pratt's patient look just now surprised Atwater. It seemed that she was in a good mood today.

He quickly took off his coat and threw it to Burgess.

The old photos have been hanging for so long, and it’s time to change them into a more handsome image.

Atwater rubbed his hands and stepped forward excitedly.

Without any guidance, he automatically and consciously stood in the same position as before, and assumed a mighty posture.

"Wait for my instructions."

Platt reached for the shutter: "I'll count to three."

"OK."

Atwater quickly moved his facial muscles to make himself more relaxed.

"three."

Platt quickly pressed the shutter button, and with a click, the image of Atwater just now was saved.

"Are you serious?"

Atwater was stunned on the spot: "I'm not ready yet!!!"

"don’t worry."

When Pratt saw the crooked Atwater appearing on the camera screen, a smile appeared on his lips: "It was a good shot, you will be satisfied."

So satisfied~

Atwater's dark face was even darker now. He suppressed the crazy complaints in his heart and stepped forward quickly:

"Please, Sheriff, let me take a look."

"No need to look anymore."

Platt waved his hand and said, "Just leave it to me."

Atwater was on the verge of tears, wondering why the treatment was so different.

"Burgess."

Ethan shook his head at her: "I have something to do here, come with me."

Burgess, who witnessed the whole process from the side, became desperate. She didn't want photos like that to appear in front of others for several months.

She was overjoyed to hear Ethan's shout.

"It's okay, go ahead!"

Seeing that it was Ethan, Pratt had no choice but to temporarily suppress her bad taste. She waved her hand and asked Burgess to leave.

As Ethan and Burgess walked away, Atwater kept begging for mercy.

When he arrived at the stairs, the footsteps behind him were still following him.

Ethan turned around, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why are you following me? Hurry up and put on your makeup!"

"oh!"

Only then did Burgess react and quickly walked to the side.

"Thanks!"

After taking just a few steps, she turned back and thanked him with great gratitude.

Ethan shook his head and pressed the combination lock.

Pratt is not a bad person, but she has some bad taste and likes to play tricks on her patrol officers.

When we arrived at Datong Room, everyone hadn’t arrived yet.

As soon as Ethan sat down, he saw Irene running upstairs in a hurry, heading straight for him.

"Hey, calm down."

Thinking that he was angry because he left early last night and didn't send her back, Ethan quickly explained:

"She took the initiative. I originally wanted to wait for you."

"what are you saying?"

Erin thought of something, stared at him fiercely, and then asked, "Have you seen Hank?"

"cough!"

Ethan coughed: "No."

It's also strange. When I usually come to the Chase Room in the morning, Hank is always sitting in the Sheriff's Office.

Now it's not just yesterday, he's not here today either.

Is there another big case? Ethan cast a doubtful look at the empty office.

"You actually asked me to take a taxi home last night. I'll settle the score with you later." Irene said a harsh word and walked downstairs again, looking worried.

Rusek's shoulders twitched and he was chuckling silently.

Ethan crumpled up a ball of paper and threw it on his head, and then he calmed down.

After a while, Hank took the lead and walked upstairs, followed by a few others.

I thought there was some big case, but unexpectedly, Hank walked straight into the office and closed the door.

Everyone else also returned to their seats with normal expressions, busy with the work at hand.

Only Irene's eyebrows still showed a trace of sadness.

"Ethan."

Not long after, the door to the Sheriff's Office opened a crack, and Hank waved to him.

As soon as he walked in, Hank closed the door and drew the blinds.

On the ashtray next to the table, a plume of smoke rose from half a cigarette.

"sit down!"

Hank shook out a cigarette and handed it to him, then picked up the half of the cigarette and took a deep breath.

Seeing his solemn expression, Ethan also lit up a cigarette silently.

Hank took out a small disk-shaped instrument from the drawer.

He pressed the switch above, and the green light flashed on and off.

"This is a little gift from Phillips."

Hank let out a heavy breath: "The FBI's latest product, designed to prevent small-scale eavesdropping."

He took out a document bag from his coat and took out a few photos.

"This man's name is Frank Fitori."

Hank tapped on one of the photos, which showed a middle-aged white man lying in the grass with a hole in his head.

He moved another photo over, showing three or four white men chatting together.

"This is Alessio, the leader of the Italian gang."

"Fittoli is his old rival."

The person pointed by Hank stood in the middle, holding a coffee cup in his hand, with slightly bald black hair.

His finger moved and pointed at a man standing next to the bald man.

"Joe Catalano."

Before Hank could speak, Ethan said the name of the horse-faced man.

Hank looked at Ethan in surprise: "How do you know him?"

"He is Alessio's nephew and right-hand man."

"Is such that."

Ethan flicked off the cigarette ashes: "Just two days ago, Irene asked me to go with him to warn him to stay away from Justin."

"Eileen."

Hank shook his head and smiled bitterly: "She must have told you about Justin."

"That's right!" Ethan nodded.

"These photos were given to me by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The body of Frank Fitori was found on the lakeside in the morning."

Hank took out his phone again and started playing music.

When there was noise in the office, he whispered: "The Ministry of Internal Affairs asked me to find the murderer. This is related to their interests."

Recalling what Burgess said just now, this should be the body they found.

Finding the murderer was not a problem for them, so Hank would not be so cautious.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs thinks it was someone from Alessio who did it, and he is the main suspect."

Hank's fingers tapped Catalano's horse's face, his eyes full of anger:

"But I've determined that it was Catalano who did it."

Ethan asked curiously: "How are you sure?"

"I just went to find him." Hank's cheeks puffed up: "He also told me personally that Justin was also involved."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan looked surprised: "Are you sure?"

"OK." Hank looked outside with a painful expression: "Irene came to me just now and said that Justin had been to her house last night."

"There was blood on his hands and he looked panicked."

"He just told Erin to have a fight at the bar."

"But it corroborates what Catalano said, that Justin was indeed involved."

"What do you want to do?" Ethan asked simply.

"First of all, only you and I know about this matter at the moment." Hank exhaled heavily: "As for Erin, I'll see how the situation develops."

"Next, I need to investigate the extent of Justin's involvement."

"Finally." Hank looked at him steadily: "In this case, I will be closely watched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"There are some things I don't want to do until the last step."

"But if it comes to that, I need your help."

Ethan pulled the corner of his jacket to cover the police badge and nodded silently.

The office was filled with smoke, shattering the sunlight.

Thanks to brother Fuduoduo for the reward, thank you