My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Are you serious?"

Olinsky placed the printed confession paper on the table and frowned.

"Can I smoke?"

Ethan looked at Horstead, and after getting the other party's consent, he lit the cigarette.

He bit the filter and said: "I won't consider other things, I just make judgments based on what I know."

"Don't tell me you don't have such suspicions."

Olinsky picked up the photo next to him. Lonnie was lying in the snow, with purple and red bruises on his neck.

Seeing Lonnie's eyes wide open, he also picked up Ethan's cigarette case, lit one for himself, and took small sips.

I often chew candy canes just to quit smoking.

Now when he encounters this kind of thing, he doesn't care so much.

Horsted also picked up a cigarette and puffed away with the two of them.

"The only thing I don't like about this job is that I encounter these bad things." Olinsky rubbed his head and looked at Horsted:

"You go talk to Lonnie's father tomorrow."

"It's best to persuade him to surrender, which will result in the lightest punishment."

I don’t know what Lonnie’s father discovered that made him kill his son out of desperation.

From another perspective, if Lonnie could make his father decide to kill him, he must have done something outrageous.

"I see."

Horsted flicked off his cigarette and fell back on the sofa.

Although the other party did not say it explicitly, Horsted knew that Olinsky had identified Lonnie's father as the murderer.

Both colleagues thought so, which made him think clearly about what he didn't dare to guess.

The next morning, as soon as I walked into the lobby of the police station, I saw a white plastic paint bucket on the reception desk.

In the middle of the paint bucket, there is a photo.

This is a donation bucket. Once this thing appears, it means that there has been an accident with the police, which usually means death.

The money raised will be donated to the family of the deceased.

No matter how much it is, it is still a thought.

"Which police station is in trouble?" Ethan put his hand into his pocket and looked at Platt.

"Please, this is the police officer who was shot in Rosemont." Platt picked up the donation bucket: "Please take a closer look."

"Also, be generous, OK."

"It turns out it's him." Ethan looked at the familiar golden seven-pointed badge, shook his head, and took his hand out of his pocket:

"Yesterday he was lying on the ground and couldn't see his face clearly."

He took out two hundred dollars, spread it out and gestured, then stuffed it in along the gap above.

Seeing the two 100, Pratt nodded with satisfaction.

This kind of fundraising activity will depend on the distance of the relationship. For people you don't know, it's usually ten yuan or twenty.

Ethan took out two hundred, which was almost his daily salary.

This gesture can be considered generous.

"Let's go." After donating the money, he strode upstairs.

"Ethan."

As soon as he reached the stairs, Gene appeared from behind and waved him to stop: "Investigators have already searched the entire auto repair shop yesterday."

"They just brought the things over this morning."

"What did you find?" Ethan stopped, and Gene held several CDs in his hand.

"In addition to some unique items and weapons, there is also this."

Gene shrugged awkwardly, and then handed the thing in his hand to Ethan:

"Tony Johnston, who was corroded by hydrochloric acid, his lawyer, I think you should talk to that lawyer."

After taking the CD, Ethan looked at him doubtfully.

"You'll know when you see it."

Gene scratched his head: "I only read a little bit."

"By the way, a little suggestion, it's best not to watch it with Irene and Sumner."

He winked at Ethan, turned around and walked back to the technical room.

It was so mysterious that Ethan suddenly became very curious and walked upstairs quickly.

"Antonio, Rusek."

He called the two people, turned on the computer, and flashed the CD in his hand: "This is something I found in the auto repair shop yesterday."

Not only Antonio and Rusek, but Irene and Sumner also came running over.

Just as I was about to open the plastic box, I remembered Jean's words.

The other party won't make random remarks. There must be a reason for saying that, so you still have to pay attention.

"Ahem." Ethan stopped and said:

"Eileen, can you and Sumner go get me a cup of coffee?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Erin grabbed the CD impatiently and said, "How about I take it back and read it myself."

"OK." Ethan was no longer reluctant.

No matter how brutal the murder scene is, I am still afraid that a few CDs will not save it.

He put it into the optical drive, found the video file in the computer, and double-clicked it to open it in full view of everyone.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I bought it~~~"

"clatter."

Ethan hit the space bar hard, and the sound from the Bluetooth headset placed on the table suddenly stopped.

"Feel sorry."

He spread his hands in embarrassment: "Someone else probably gave Jean the wrong thing."

Not only him, when the video screen appeared, everyone turned their eyes away in unison.

An extremely weird atmosphere quickly spread.

Watching it alone is enjoyable.

Seeing these in public is a form of execution.

"What the hell is this? I despise you." Irene raised her middle finger and was about to return to her seat.

"Wait a minute, something's wrong."

Rusek couldn't help but take another look and found something wrong: "You continue to play, we know this person."

"Who?" Ethan turned off the sound this time and played the video again.

The camera moved slowly, taking a picture of the face of the man lying under the woman, and the picture was frozen again.

"Tony Johnston."

Antonio also recognized the man and said in surprise.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be evidence, but why did Gene show Johnston's sex tape to himself?

Ethan scratched his face and continued playing the video.

The camera moved upwards. The woman's figure was not bad, but she could tell that she was a little older.

The little rabbit was jumping up and down, and the camera was focused on her face. She seemed to be enjoying herself very much and was rolling her eyes uncontrollably.

The blond brown hair kept shaking, and the rhythm gradually accelerated.

"clatter."

A small hand stretched out from the side and held down the space bar, freezing the woman's face in the middle of the screen.

It seems that she is about forty years old, but her charm is still there, and she has the temperament of a mature woman.

"I bought it."

Erin didn't know when she would come back here again.

She looked at the screen and said in surprise: "This is Johnston's lawyer, Jenny."

"Yes, that's her."

Sumner on the side also looked shocked and quickly echoed: "You won't guess what she is like in a law firm. This is really an eye-opener."

As she spoke, Ethan kept his eyes on her.

Wearing a black suit and looking serious, Sumner is one of the tallest among these people.

The plump buttocks drew an amazing arc.

Others would never guess that there is a strong contrast under her old-fashioned appearance.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, she immediately glared over.

"What now?" Ethan smiled and turned his attention to Antonio. This was a new clue.

Antonio pondered for a moment and said to Irene:

"You and Sumner go and bring Jenny back."

"Ethan." He pointed to the Bluetooth headset next to him:

"We need to find out who the person is behind the camera. If you read these CDs, maybe you can gain something from their conversation."

"Shet."

Ethan quickly turned his head: "Rusek, come and see."

However, I don't know when, that guy has quietly disappeared.