My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the interrogation room, Ethan and Hank sang together and tried to knock Jenny out.

The other party was shocked at first, then showed a look of disbelief, and finally turned into a look of grievance.

In any case, it is completely unsuitable.

"I think it's Dr. Elliott who will disqualify you as a partner."

Hank pointed it out directly and tapped her with his hand: "Shares in the law firm, a million-dollar house in Lincoln Park."

"Bang."

He waved his hands: "Everything you have will be gone because of Dr. Elliott's testimony."

"What do you mean?"

Jenny clenched her hands and asked in surprise: "Are you implying that I killed Dr. Elliot?"

"I don't know." Hank scratched his cheek with his thumb:

"You tell me."

"Sorry." Jenny sat up straight: "I have no idea what you are talking about. This is a slander against me."

"Based on what we know now." Ethan opened the folder and took out the photos one by one and placed them on the table: "We believe that you seduced Sims and Johnston and then used them to help you Clear the way.”

On the table, photos of Dr. Elliot's torso, Johnston's mutilated body, and Sims who had been shot were all lined up.

Jenny didn’t even look at the photos. She smoothed her hair back and raised her chin to look at Ethan.

"Johnston didn't dispose of the body properly." Ethan stared at her coldly: "You just let Sims kill him and don't let the matter be traced to you, right?"

"Seeing that the matter was exposed and Johnston was traced, you pointed out Sims' clues to us." Hank leaned back in his chair:

"Want us to help you get rid of Sims and solve all your hidden dangers?"

"A man who is crazy about love is very scary. Are you afraid that he will continue to pester you in the future?"

"Are you very happy when you heard that he killed the policeman?"

Under the scrutiny of the two people, Jenny raised her chin higher and gently twitched the corners of her mouth:

"I'm the victim!"

“Do you take the word of a white supremacist, sociopath, ex-con, or do you take my word for it?”

Ethan and Hank looked at each other, and Hank shrugged:

"Personally, I take Sims at his word."

"me too."

Ethan raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Really?" Jenny put away all the expressions on her face, leaned forward and looked at Ethan: "Then bring out the evidence and talk to me again."

"Don't blame me for not warning you if my tapes get circulated."

"I promise, I will sue you all until you all lose your jobs."

Jenny sat down again and arranged her clothes slowly: "If there is nothing else, I want to leave."

"Next time you come to talk to me, please bring relevant documents. Thank you."

The whole person looked expressionless, but there was a glint of pride and teasing in his eyes.

A doctor in his sixties who provided testimony for the crime.

A policeman who behaves recklessly and has a wife and children at home.

As well as those members of the Yankee Gang, they all died under her desire.

Ethan gathered all the photos on the table, with a faint smile on his lips.

What Jenny said just now is right, suing her will have no effect. The identities of both parties are her natural weapons.

Not a single juror believed what Sims said.

It won't even go to court, and the prosecutor will directly reject this kind of case.

Leaving Jenny behind, the two walked out of the interrogation room.

"Can we just let her go?"

Sumner walked out of the observation room, spread his hands and asked:

"She must be the mastermind behind it."

"Then what else can we do?" Antonio also walked out and shook his head helplessly.

"But." Sumner said reluctantly: "We have evidence that she was with the suspect."

"Two gang members, ex-convicts, and a few video CDs." Hank waved his hand: "Let her go. You can communicate with the state prosecutor, but I don't think you have any hope."

"But." Sumner opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say.

This is the current situation.

There are always some people who can escape the punishment of the law.

She sighed helplessly. It was the first case that she followed up all the way. She didn't expect that it would end in such a confusing way.

Things were done, but it seemed like they were not done.

The man who killed Dr. Elliot was melted and captured.

But the real murderer couldn't do anything to her.

There was an indescribable sense of dullness in the Datong room. It was not until the arrival of two people that everyone's thoughts were broken.

"This is Phil Rodger."

Horsted stood at the top of the stairs with a stocky old white man with a white beard.

He continued: "He came to surrender."

The white-bearded old man's face was dull, and there was no hint of happiness on Horsted's face.

After hearing his words, everyone stood up.

Hank from the office also walked out quickly. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Erin and Sumner.

Eileen understood, and she and Sumner took Phil Rodger toward the interrogation room.

Others stepped forward, patted Horsted one after another, and then quickly walked to the observation room.

Through the one-way glass, everyone watched quietly.

"He is a pervert." Phil wiped away tears with trembling hands:

"I didn't know that I had been maintaining a demon for so many years."

His eyes were mixed with anger, despair, and self-blame. It was difficult to see these emotions appearing in one person's eyes at the same time.

Erin didn't speak, just patted the back of Phil's hand gently.

"I've never wanted to believe that my son could do something like that."

Phil's eyes were filled with tears, and his wrinkled hands kept shaking: "It wasn't until two days ago that Detective Halsted came to the door, and his angry roar penetrated my heart."

"In the evening, after Lonnie went out, I turned on his computer."

"Inside the computer, I found many photos."

Phil closed his eyes, not daring to face Erin's gaze: "They are all pictures of little boys, those are the pictures."

"When Lonnie came back, I confronted him."

"We got into an argument and in a panic, I picked up the rope that Lonnie had placed in the room."

When he said this, he stopped talking and tears continued to flow from the slits of his eyes.

Everyone can guess what happened next.

After a minute passed, Erin said silently: "Then you dumped the body on the roadside."

Phil put one hand on his face and sobbed all over.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Irene with red eyes:

"Detective, please."

"Let me go to jail, I need to go to hell with these sins."

Everyone in the observation room became silent, and no one was willing to express any opinion on this.

What happened today is extremely ridiculous.

A woman who killed several people for selfish reasons walked out of the police station easily.

An old man whose conscience discovered that he had ended his crime with his own hands had to spend the last part of his life in prison.

"Antonio."

Hank said in a deep voice: "Help Phil intercede with the prosecutor and do your best."

"no problem."

Antonio nodded and agreed without hesitation.

No one else wanted to continue watching and walked out of the observation room one after another.

Horsted folded his arms and leaned against the wall, staring blankly.