My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

People around me are not surprised by this kind of thing.

The person who clocked in and took pictures continued what he was doing without any intention of meddling in other people's business.

"I give you a nine."

Seeing the fish take the bait, Ethan walked outside with satisfaction: "We split up and met at the parking place."

"Why nine points?"

Burgess still had some unfinished thoughts, and she punched heavily in the direction the boy in the knitted hat left.

"Where is the other point?" she asked dissatisfiedly, hands on her hips.

"Why don't you ask the people around you for help or shout for the police?" Ethan walked slowly.

"Please." Burgess left angrily from the other direction:

"People here won't help. By the time the police come, they will have already run away."

"Based on the statistics of robbed visitors to Millennium Park in the past year."

"Stop it."

Ethan looked at the big red coat in the distance: "What is your identity now?"

"What would be the first reaction of a tourist who comes to a small place and is robbed?"

"Okay." Burgess also responded.

As soon as Ethan returned to the car, his cell phone rang.

"This is Ethan Morgan."

"I'm Hank, how are you doing there?"

"It's a good start. The fish have eaten the bait, but we just don't know how long it will take to return to the nest."

"Great, follow up, I have some bad news."

"You said."

"Just received notification from the hospital that Russell Thompson has died."

"Shet! What else?"

"Now that there is no other evidence, Lexi becomes the only witness, and I am under pressure from the chief."

"Uh-huh, keep going."

"If we can't convict the murderer without her, we can only ask her to come forward as a witness."

"Why, can't we just kill Lexi without seeing anything?"

"There was an unexpected situation. Two patrol officers arrived at the scene before Atwater and the others. They have already made a record of Lexie. The relevant report has been submitted to the State Attorney's Office by the Anti-Gangster Group."

"Fake, those bastards, I know, let's find a way to catch them first."

After hanging up the phone, Ethan threw the phone aside.

Open the car window and light a cigarette.

After a while, Burgess ran over quickly, opened the passenger door and got in the car.

"Where did that kid go?"

She asked excitedly as soon as she sat down.

"Russell is dead."

"ah?"

"Were you the first on the scene this morning?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Ethan flicked off the cigarette butt and closed the car window: "Now I can only hope that Karaka will confess his crime honestly."

"Feel sorry."

Burgess thought of something and stuck out his tongue.

"No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong." Ethan took out the tracker and turned it on.

In the screen above, a small light spot is moving slowly.

Burgess leaned over and they stared at the screen.

Brown hair falls down, and a light fragrance comes.

"What perfume are you wearing?"

In the quiet car, Ethan suddenly said: "It tastes good, not pungent."

"Chanel Coco."

Burgess blinked, his earlobes burning.

Soon, the light spot went to another place.

Handing the tracker to Burgess, Ethan started the vehicle.

This is another sightseeing area. It seems that the boy just now has not completed his achievements yet.

"We shouldn't have to wait long."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel impatiently. Time waits for no one now.

"No." Burgess looked at the kids playing skateboards in the distance and shook his head:

"People like them don't dare to carry too many mobile phones with them."

"If the police notice it, it means everything they have done is in vain. They don't dare to take the risk."

"Can you believe that for every phone they steal, they can make about $50-$100."

"The Latin priest's people can make three times the profit by selling them abroad."

"No way?" Ethan said in surprise: "If they have a good harvest, their salary will be higher than mine?"

"Shet, suddenly, I feel so poor."

"Haha." Burgess smiled but put down her seat: "If you don't mind, can I lie down for a while?"

"You also know that patrol cars don't get this treatment."

The space between the front and rear seats of police patrol cars is usually sealed, and it is impossible to fold down the seats.

"Please, I'm fine."

Ethan shrugged, he was also playing with his phone boredly.

At this point, all I have to do is wait for that kid to return to his den, and just check the tracker occasionally.

"God, compared to the patrol car, you guys are so happy." Burgess put down the back of his chair and snorted comfortably.

A pair of long legs were placed above the air-conditioning outlet, and the boots were gently swaying:

"You already don't remember how uncomfortable it is to drive a patrol car!"

"I can't forget it, but I used to be a town policeman."

Ethan looked at her slender legs, and then turned his attention to the phone: "When you are tired, just drive home and sleep."

"Or, take a swim in the lake."

"Is there a lake near your home?" Burgess put his hands behind his head.

"Right next to it."

Ethan simply put down his chair and opened the photo album: "That's only ten meters."

Taking the phone, Burgess opened it curiously.

Having been in a big city all year round, the environment of this country villa made her feel particularly fresh.

"This swing is so ugly."

She said something disgusting and continued to flip through the photo album.

"Please, I built this with my own hands, and ordinary people can't sit on it." Ethan said with narrowed eyes.

When Burgess turned to the next photo, his eyes became panicked: "Sorry."

The next moment, the cell phone was thrown on him.

"What's wrong?"

Ethan grabbed his phone in confusion, and there was a selfie of him on it.

The upper body muscle lines are obvious, the abdominal muscles are strong, and the mermaid line brings great visual impact to people.

"Please, there are a lot of photos like this online."

Ethan shook his head and smiled: "I thought it was a photo of myself smoking!"

"That's different." Burgess shook his head and glanced at him secretly.

Real people and internet pictures are completely different things.

Unexpectedly, a body that doesn't look very strong actually has such powerful muscles inside.

Burgess bit his lip as he thought back to the photo he had just seen.

After a few minutes, the tracker placed on the center console responded.

The light spots inside are moving quickly.

Ethan sat up quickly, and panicked shouts rang out in the distance: "Please, can someone call the police for me?"

The skateboard boy gradually fades away.

"Look, it's a normal reaction."

Ethan shrugged at Burgess and started the vehicle.

This time, they got lucky.

Seeing the boy in the knitted hat holding his skateboard up the iron stairs, with the subway rumbling overhead, Ethan knew that the thief was going back.

The subway started moving, and the light spot quickly disappeared within the circle, leaving only an arrow.

Ethan turned the steering wheel and followed the direction of the subway.

More than twenty minutes later, the car arrived at an ordinary community.

It's snowy and pedestrians are in a hurry.

"Which house is it?"

Ethan slowed down and looked at the tracker in Burgess' hand.

"Drive seriously." Burgess pointed forward:

"I am your navigation now, keep moving forward."

The vehicle followed her fingers and soon came to a three-story building with a red brick exterior.

A 60-70% new Corolla is parked outside the house. From the snow in the front yard, you can tell that the lawn here is bumpy and the owner's financial situation is probably not good.