My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The two said nothing more, and Ethan quickly left the Sheriff's Office.

Having such a son on the pavilion is enough to give him a headache.

His father was a police sergeant, but he was involved in a gang vendetta.

Justin doesn't look stupid, he didn't expect to be able to do such a stupid thing.

Now Hank's intention is obvious, he wants to cover up this matter.

That was his son and he had no other choice.

A few minutes later, Hank also walked out of the office and pulled out the whiteboard:

"Everyone."

He posted a photo on the whiteboard and wrote a name: "This is our new case."

"This man's name is Frank Fitori."

"A gang member has done all kinds of illegal things in the South District over the years. This morning, his body was found on the shore of the lake."

"I know this guy."

Antonio stood up: "He has contacts with many big people."

"That's right."

Hank tapped the whiteboard with his big pen and said in a hoarse voice:

"There is an order from above to find the murderer and see what games these gangs want to play."

He hid it well and looked no different than usual.

Ethan knew the truth, and only then could he hear the tiredness hidden deep in his heart.

"Let me come to the murder scene!"

Ethan raised his hand and said, "I'm going to see if the patrol officer missed any clues."

"very good!"

Hank nodded quickly and looked at Erin again: "You go with him."

At this time, he had to put his own people in the key places so that he could rest assured. He didn't want to solve this case, but he still had to do something.

He didn't even want to move, he couldn't explain it.

"As for you." Hank looked at the others: "Go and talk to the informant and see if there is any movement on the road."

The arrangement of the case was extremely simple, with just a single photo and name.

As for the photos Hank showed him just now, they were not posted at all.

Others don't know it clearly, but Ethan's heart is like a mirror.

The meaning of interfering with the investigation is already very obvious.

No matter how involved Justin was, there was definitely a problem with blood on his hands.

Hank did not dare to let his son go to prison again, which would mean risking his life.

The briefing ended quickly and everyone else dispersed.

This kind of case is very obvious, and the degree of freedom is extremely high. You can investigate it however you want.

"What were you talking about inside just now?"

Erin hurried down and asked without looking back.

It was her. If it were someone else, how could she dare to ask such a question.

When she didn't hear a reply, Erin stopped.

Upstairs, Ethan put on his coat calmly and walked down slowly: "We didn't talk much. Hank said he could get a sideline ticket for the Bulls and asked me if I was interested."

"you are lying."

Erin cast a dissatisfied look: "Do you think Hank will give it to you if you have sideline tickets?"

"All right!"

Ethan spread his hands: "It's just some men's topics, are you sure you want to know?"

"Forget it, don't say a word."

Erin shook her head quickly and walked down quickly.

The two drove to the dumping site, which was deserted and surrounded by dense reeds.

A patrol car could be seen in the distance, with a warning tape surrounding an open space in front of it. Noticing the vehicle's arrival, the patrol car inside quickly got out of the car.

Ethan flashed his hidden police lights and then turned them off.

The two patrolmen relaxed and removed their hands from the butts of their guns.

When Irene stopped the car, Ethan opened the door and walked over quickly: "Intelligence Team of the 21st Branch, where is the body?"

The place surrounded by police cordons was empty, except for a pool of blood.

"You're late."

The leading male patrolman shrugged and sniffed: "The homicide team, the evidence room, and the patrol team have all been here, and the body has been taken away."

"Thanks!"

Ethan nodded at him: "Thank you!"

It's really not an easy job to stand guard outside the lake beach in the middle of winter.

He lifted the warning tape and walked into the dumping site.

There is nothing special inside. Several waves of people have come here, and there are shoe prints everywhere.

The blood stains also solidified, and the surrounding areas were trampled to pieces.

He already knew who the murderer was, and he came here just to destroy the scene. Now, others have already completed this part of the work for him.

The two patrolmen also returned to the car and let them mess around as they pleased.

Not far away, Erin stood behind a clump of reeds, her head raised.

Ethan came to her side and looked ahead along her line of sight. An outdoor camera came into view.

Above the camera, there is a blue lampshade.

"This is our police surveillance." Irene scratched the bridge of her nose: "I bet it captured the process of dumping the body and the clues to the murderer."

"What bet?"

Ethan knew that outdoor police cameras like these were usually just fake.

Even if it is a real person, it will most likely be damaged by someone.

Erin compared the direction. Although it was dozens of meters away, the angle was fine:

"Purple Pig Restaurant, dinner, do you want to bet or not?"

This is a very popular Michelin-recommended restaurant in Chicago. The per capita consumption is not high, and you can eat comfortably for just a few dozen dollars.

"no problem."

Ethan stretched out his hand: "There is one condition. You can't settle the score with me again for what happened last night."

"Okay!" Even though I remembered that I was wearing a little dress last night and looking miserable in a taxi alone, I still felt a little angry.

But for the sake of delicious food, she had to give in:

"But you have to look at the coding, otherwise it would be too unfair to me."

Without her saying anything, Ethan walked away with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Now we have to know the extent of Justin's involvement in order to find a way to solve the problem.

The only good news is that there are no shoe marks along the way.

The people who came over just now may have noticed this police camera, but they probably thought like Ethan that this thing was broken.

Taking a picture of the code, he did not send it to Gene as usual.

If this thing really works, you have to see it yourself before you can decide what to do next.

Kicked away the mud and quickly returned to the police station.

Without going upstairs, the two went directly to the garage technical room.

Irene was gearing up and kept talking about pork ribs and roasted pork bone marrow.

Ethan shook his head, wondering if she would have such a good appetite if she really saw Justin later.

He handed the captured code to Gene. With this thing, he quickly found the corresponding surveillance data and downloaded the video.

"Cough~"

Seeing Gene's mouse pointer move to the video file, Ethan cleared his throat and patted Gene on the shoulder:

"Thank you. Just leave the rest to me."

"All right!"

Gene, not doubting his presence, stood up and walked to the side.

Because of the bet, Irene has been watching eagerly from the side.

Ethan had no choice but to open the video in front of her.