My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan didn't turn the key until the car disappeared at the end of the road.

Turn the car around and drive in the opposite direction.

Bite the filter, take a deep breath, and slowly exhale the smoke.

With a sudden thought, he took a photo of the steering wheel.

I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so I felt so guilty.

Thinking of this, Ethan happily stepped on the accelerator and found a fast food restaurant for breakfast.

I have to say that this bread is really soft and the posture is quite good. The thick bread is like a small millstone and is quite resistant to impact.

He tore off the soft bread, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

That feeling is endlessly memorable.

While he was happily drinking coffee, the phone next to him vibrated again.

This time it was Hank’s call. He reached out and pressed to answer:

"It's one hour before work starts. Is there anything we can't talk about later?"

"Urgent case, hurry up and get going."

Hank was probably eating too. After he vaguely gave an address, he hung up the phone.

Ethan stuffed the bread into his mouth randomly and drank the coffee in two gulps.

He took out a piece of change, photographed it on the dining table, and left quickly.

Following the slow movement of traffic, it's rush hour and there are cars everywhere.

Blue lights were seen flashing in the distance, and police patrols set up a cordon by the river.

Ethan turned on the turn signal, but the vehicle next to him refused to give way.

Lower the window and look to the side.

"What the hell are you looking at?" The black road-rage mother lowered her car window and said with thick lips:

"No matter how handsome you are, I will be late for work. If you can, fly over."

If it weren't for the sake of the last sentence, I would have to punish her.

Ethan was too lazy to pay attention to her and just turned the button.

Seeing the blue light flashing, the black aunt quickly slowed down to avoid it, and the car windows quickly rose.

This time I smoothly pulled over to the side and drove down the road.

The Cadillac SUV has arrived and Hank is walking inside.

"Bang."

Ethan slammed the car door and walked forward through the thick snow.

A black Ford sedan was parked nearby. When he saw the car, he felt familiar.

"This way."

Hank lifted the caution tape and waved to him.

Putting the bad premonition to the back of his mind, he quickly followed.

The riverside was completely white, and five or six people were busy here. Looking over the withered reeds, they saw a body lying on the ground.

Next to the body stood a white man wearing a gray coat.

He has a resolute face and a straight body.

Ethan slowed down and gritted his teeth.

"Edwin Stillwell, Internal Affairs officer."

Hank introduced casually, put his hands in his pockets and looked at Edwin: "Tell me, come to me if you want anything."

The latter looked at Ethan, and then asked Hank:

"Do you know this man on the ground?"

Ethan shifted his gaze with some guilt and looked at the body lying on the ground.

Caucasian man, in his twenties.

He is short, thin, and has a pointed chin, like a mouse.

His neck was covered with purple bruises.

One of the rope marks is the most obvious.

As expected, he was probably strangled to death with a rope.

"Yes, I know this person." Hank looked at the face of the corpse lying on the ground and said in a hoarse voice:

"Lonnie Rodger."

Hearing this name, Ethan remembered something.

He looked at Hank in surprise and got a look of approval from him.

"The time of death was just last night."

Edwin, an official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, looked at the corpse and narrowed his eyes: "I thought I had told you to pay attention to Horsted."

"Did I not say it, or did you not take my words to heart?"

While Hank was eating breakfast, he received a call from Edwin saying that there was an emergency.

I thought it was some urgent case, but I didn't expect it to be Lonnie's body.

No matter what you say, things are still developing in the worst direction.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Edwin silently.

"do you know?"

Edwin said softly: "I hope Horsted can provide an alibi."

"And it's a perfect alibi, otherwise, he would be in trouble, big trouble!"

After putting down the harsh words, Edwin nodded to Ethan, turned around and left.

"What do we do now?"

Looking at the man in gray coat who was gradually walking away, Ethan asked Hank.

"Nothing can be done."

Hank said angrily: "It is impossible for the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to let us intervene in this kind of case."

"How things turn out depends on Horsted himself."

"Go back to the police station." He walked towards the parking place, making the snow crunch under his feet:

"Don't contact Halstead, it will cause trouble for you and him."

"Um."

Ethan nodded and followed him outside:

"That Ministry of Internal Affairs official Edwin Stillwell, what is his background?"

"Do you remember that Ministry of Internal Affairs official from last time?" Hank slowed down:

"The woman who showed up the night Catalano was killed."

"Remember." Ethan searched his memory: "Gradishar, right."

She looked like she had endocrine disorders, and he was very impressed by that woman.

"That's right."

A smile appeared on the corner of Hank's mouth: "I have pushed Gradishar out of office, and Edwin is his replacement."

"enemy."

Ethan licked his lips: "Still friends?"

"Generally speaking, they are enemies." No one was around, and Hank whispered again:

"This person is not easy to mess with, so be careful."

"Also, he was the one who placed Sumner in the intelligence team."

"It's unclear whether Sumner works for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but you should be careful when communicating with her."

"Treat her as an ordinary colleague. Don't say too much about other things."

"Waterfa."

Ethan simply stopped and opened his hands: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"What's wrong?"

Hank cast a puzzled look.

"Forget it." Ethan waved his hand helplessly: "Go back."

We have had five in-depth exchanges. It is too late to say anything now. The Ministry of Internal Affairs will be the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

It’s all done, what else can I do?

With this thought in mind, Ethan pressed the accelerator.

Back at the police station, Platt spread his hands to them with a look of disbelief.

As the receptionist sergeant, she is also often responsible for communicating with other departments.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the most well-informed person in the entire 21st Precinct. She must have heard about Lonnie's murder.

Ethan shook his head and walked aside.

Going up to the second floor, Erin and Olinsky had arrived at the office.

The former kept chewing potato chips, and the latter looked sad because of his daughter's affairs.

"What's wrong with you?"

Erin stuffed a handful of potato chips into her mouth: "Olinsky, I can understand why the two of you came here looking like this."

Hank ignored her and walked quickly to the office.

He was now anxious to understand the clues obtained by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He said he didn't care, but in fact he was still worried about Horsted.

"You'll be like me soon."

Ethan did not return to his seat, but walked to Erin's seat.

He sat directly on the table and snatched the snack bag from her hand.

"Hey!"

Erin reached out to snatch it dissatisfied: "I've just started."

"Erwin."

Ethan kept moving his body to block Erin's arm.

"What's wrong?" Olinsky raised his head and looked at the two people making a fuss.

"Lonnie Rodger, dead."

He grabbed the potato chips and put them in his mouth, shrugging.

Erin's hand trying to snatch the snack back stopped in mid-air.

Olinsky's mouth opened and the candy twisted fell.