My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Atwater was next to Burgess, and the two stood behind a black Volkswagen.

The trunk of the Volkswagen sedan was deformed and tilted high.

Everyone showed their police badges and walked into the crime scene.

Arriving behind the Volkswagen, Ethan immediately understood why a series of car accidents called them over.

There was a large object wrapped in transparent plastic sheeting in the trunk, with blood stains everywhere on it.

Through the plastic sheet, you can vaguely see the gray chest hair.

Several people looked at each other, and Ethan and Antonio reached into their pockets.

Pulling on their gloves, the two grabbed the slippery plastic sheet and lifted it off. A fishy smell immediately hit their noses.

A firefighter passed by and poked his head curiously.

"Ugh~"

Ignoring the sound of vomiting nearby, Ethan held his breath.

After watching for a while, he took a few steps back:

"White, male."

"Judging from the color of his hair and the condition of his skin folds, he is not a young man."

"I agree." Antonio took off his gloves:

"Notify the forensics department. We can't see anything else."

The limbs and head were gone, leaving only the trunk. There was only so much that could be discovered with the naked eye.

"What happened?" Hank turned back and looked at the two patrolmen.

"This was a car accident caused by an old lady not long ago." Burgess looked at the record book in his hand, shrugged and continued:

"Interestingly, she was the only one who did not suffer any injuries in this series of car accidents."

"Police officer." Hank said seriously: "I'm not here to hear interesting things."

"Sorry." Burgess looked serious:

"The car collided with the SUV in front of it and the driver was trapped in the car."

"The firefighters opened the car door, and after the driver escaped, he punched a firefighter and quickly fled the scene."

"Atwater and I felt something was wrong and conducted a search of the vehicle."

"With the help of firefighters, the trunk was pried open and we discovered the contents."

"Very good." Hank nodded: "Where is the person who escaped?"

"The main station has been notified."

Atwater took over the words: "The patrol police nearby are searching."

"What does the driver look like?" Hank continued to ask.

"Two firefighters saw the driver and they can testify at any time." Burgess added.

"The driver must be afraid that the broken corpses in the car will be discovered." Antonio's deep voice sounded:

"So, he immediately chose to run away."

"Write down the license plate number and find the owner's information." Hank put his hands on his waist and quickly issued the order:

"Notify the forensics department to test the DNA of the body and confirm the identity of the deceased as soon as possible."

"At the same time, let them extract fingerprints from the car, and we can search for matching objects in the fingerprint information database."

Everyone responded one after another and started to get busy.

The matter was quickly settled and there was no use staying here. They were ready to return to the police station.

"Detective."

Burgess took advantage of the fact that no one was next to Ethan and asked in a low voice: "Is what Detective Halsted said true?"

"How did you know?"

Ethan clicked on his phone and sent the license plate number to Gene.

“It’s not just our police department.”

Burgess stuck out his tongue: "It has spread to other police stations."

"Do your own thing."

Ethan gave her a blow to the head and turned around to leave.

This is why it is useless for Horsted to win the lawsuit unless the murderer is found.

With such a reputation, he couldn't work properly.

Not everyone is like Hank, who can handle it calmly no matter how much sewage is thrown at him.

Back at the police station, the others headed to the second floor.

Ethan was at the end, he turned around and walked towards the garage.

In the technical room, Gene was tinkering with the computer.

"Yo."

Ethan pulled up a chair and sat down: "What are you doing?"

Looking back and seeing it was him, Gene shrugged:

"The Forensics Department still needs a little time. I'll sort out the previous files."

"About Lonnie's murder."

Ethan said straightforwardly: "Can you get the case information?"

"It's all on the intranet, and the data will be uploaded."

Jean nodded and continued:

"I can handle the permissions, but." He looked embarrassed and pointed upstairs.

"Please, it's me." Ethan spread his hands:

"If Hank asks, just say it's what I meant and he won't have a problem with it."

"As long as you don't tell him, he won't know." Gene sighed. After all, he was in the same group, so it was impossible for him to ignore death.

He lowered his voice and said quietly:

"It's just not that fast. It takes a while. When it's done later, I'll print a copy for you."

"OK."

Ethan patted his shoulder, got up and went upstairs.

After investigation, the car abandoned by the suspect was quickly confirmed to be a stolen vehicle.

The car owner had called the police two weeks ago and had no criminal record. After calling the police station and asking a few questions, the suspect was quickly eliminated.

"good news."

Gene went upstairs with a document and patted it on his hand.

When Hank walked out of the office, he said, "In the forensic department, they found an artificial hip joint on the torso."

"This kind of hip joint usually has a number on it."

"The patient's information can be quickly retrieved through the number, which is much faster than detecting DNA."

"Then what?" Hank spread his hands.

"I have already searched in the relevant database."

Jean looked at his watch: "In another hour, there should be news."

"very good."

Hank looked at the others and clapped his hands:

"Other clues also need to be followed up, and the hotline calls and information returned by the patrol police must be verified one by one."

"Don't let yourself stop."

Everyone responded, but not very enthusiastically.

Hank knew where their thoughts were and there was nothing he could do about it.

In this kind of case, if there are clues, follow it, if there are no clues, just grind it out.

There's no rush. The victim hasn't even been identified yet, so there's not much that can be done.

"Hey." There was silence in the Chase room for a while, and Rusek broke the silence: "What is going on now?"

"Does anyone know if it was Horstead who did it?"

"I understand, Lonnie is a scumbag."

"If he really did it, I would understand."

Antonio and Irene, who were sitting opposite him, raised their heads and spread their hands in unison.

"Please." Rusek breathed out:

"This is just a question. I didn't say it was definitely him."

"But we don't rule out this possibility. After all, sometimes you don't know what others can do."

"Very good." Olinsky chewed a candy cane and asked, "What's your opinion?"

"The elephant is in the room."

Rusek raised his hands: "We can't turn a blind eye if Horsted needs help."

Ethan moved the mouse, and the Nord waved his weapon:

"If you don't want people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to talk to you, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

For new police officers, Internal Affairs' intimidation works very well.

Rusek shook his head and continued the work at hand.

Before an hour had passed, Gene ran upstairs: "The identity of the deceased has been confirmed."

He pasted a picture of an old white man on the whiteboard: "Dr. Richard Elliott, DNA consultant for the State Attorney's Office."

"I've dealt with him."

Hank, who walked out of the office, looked at the photos on the whiteboard and gritted his teeth: "He once helped us convict several felons."

"There's more." Gene spread his hands and said:

"Just yesterday, Mrs. Elliott filed a missing persons report."

"It's basically confirmed."

"As for the home address, I have also found it."