My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"How are you?"

Seeing his appearance, Ethan walked over and stretched out his palm.

"I have no idea."

After clapped hands with Ethan gently, Horsted said dullly: "Logically, I should be happy, but I really can't be happy."

Ethan nodded, took one last look at Phil, turned around and walked out of the observation room.

Prison life is not painful for Phil. The most painful thing is that he needs to face himself every day for the rest of his life.

Two days later, late at night.

It was raining and snowing, and a cold wind blew, freezing the skin to the bone.

The wooden door of the tavern opened, and a brown-haired woman in a black suit walked out in a hurry.

She wrapped her clothes tightly, and her high heels clicked on the humanoid walkway.

Colorful neon lights fall on the long brown hair, looking extremely gorgeous.

A burst of green smoke rose up, and Jenny sucked in the rain-wet cigarette, which bounced helplessly to the trash can not far away.

Even though she escaped unscathed from the previous incident.

But there are rumors circulating in the law firm. People who want to take advantage of the opportunity will always jump out to cause trouble at critical moments.

These things also made her upset.

So after working overtime, I went to a familiar pub to have a drink or two.

"Bichi."

Thinking of this, she cursed secretly.

The partner position that I have worked so hard to secure cannot be easily taken away by others.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the rain blurred the air.

Jenny couldn't help but blink a few times, and as her eyelids flickered, a water-stained palm appeared in front of her eyes.

"save."

Before the words of shouting could be uttered, the palm suddenly covered him.

The mouth was tightly covered and no sound could be made.

She tried desperately to struggle, but was picked up and her body quickly fell backwards into the dark alley next to her.

"Bang."

After a muffled sound, several wild cats hiding from the rain quickly sprang out of the alley.

Jenny was thrown against the wall by the person behind her.

She groaned, feeling dizzy.

The black-haired man wearing a mask in front of him released his hand from covering his mouth, but tightened it on his neck.

Even though there was a layer of gloves, she could feel the icy chill.

"I have money."

Jenny shook her head wildly and said with horrified eyes:

"It's in the wallet in your pocket. You can take it."

She felt that the hand holding her neck was slowly tightening, and she didn't know whether it was rain or tears in her eyes:

"Please, speak,"

"I can give you whatever you want. My skills are very good. Do you want to give it a try?"

"Your skills are quite good." A dull voice sounded from under the mask: "But forget it, I'm afraid I don't know how I died."

"Who are you?" The voice felt inexplicably familiar, and Jenny asked in horror.

Ethan took off his mask and smiled at Jenny:

"Sorry, I'm rude."

"It's you."

Jenny’s eyes became shocked and she was about to say something.

"Gah!"

Ethan used his palms to pinch her neck and slowly pushed her up along the wall.

"Tell you something." Looking at Jenny's flushed face and vainly struggling hands, Ethan blinked at her:

"Actually, sometimes, I don't need evidence."

The rain became heavier and squeezed down into the alley, hitting the body with crackling sounds.

The next day, after a night of heavy rain, the sky turned blue.

Chicago finally got rid of the gray weather, and the morning sunshine looked so fresh.

Ethan walked up the stairs refreshed and bumped into Burgess.

"Hey."

He raised his coffee cup: "Good morning. Are you going to end your administrative leave so soon?"

She was wearing a black patrol uniform, with the collar of a light blue shirt turned up, and her ponytail was curled behind her head, swinging with her movements.

"Yes, good morning."

Burgess' eyes became panicked and he nodded quickly.

The two wanted to make room for each other, but they walked to the left in unison and almost bumped into each other.

Ethan dodged to the right, and the other party followed him.

"How about you go first." He smiled and extended his hand to Burgess.

"No need." Burgess also stopped and nodded his head to the side: "Can we talk?"

She originally wanted to talk to Ethan, but now she might as well say a few words.

"no problem."

Knowing that she wanted to talk about what happened that night, Ethan spread his hands indifferently.

The two of them walked towards the corner of the police station lobby, one behind the other.

This was Pratt's territory. She immediately observed this scene and glanced over with the corner of her eye.

"listen."

Burgess clasped his hands and shook his fists: "I'm really sorry about what happened the past few days."

"I shouldn't have done that. It was so unprofessional."

"I'm really sorry, I hope you don't mind."

Thinking of the wet kiss that night, Ethan certainly wouldn't mind: "It's okay, I'm so handsome, it's normal that you can't control yourself."

The joke made Burgess relax a lot.

The smile returned to her face and she nodded quickly: "Then let's just pretend that nothing happened, what do you think?"

"No problem." Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand.

Burgess looked at the slender and clean palm in front of him and quickly shook it: "Let us continue to be friends."

"As you wish." Ethan shook her hand:

"Don't think so much, that night was just a beautiful misunderstanding."

Letting go of his hand, Ethan turned and walked upstairs.

As he walked past the reception desk, he knocked on the table with a smile: "Look openly, otherwise it's easy to squint."

Looking at Ethan's leaving back, Burgess pursed his lips and rubbed his hands unconsciously.

After a few seconds, his gaze shifted and he was suddenly startled.

Platt tilted his head and stood behind the reception desk, looking at him expressionlessly.

Her head turned wildly, and she immediately walked over with a smile on her face:

"Ethan told me that on the way here, he saw a white cloud that looked like marshmallows. It was very beautiful."

This lie was so bad that Pratt didn't even believe a word of it.

What kind of marshmallow can make two people talk and hold hands.

However, she suppressed her curiosity, pushed the paint bucket next to her without any expression, and tapped on it with her pen.

"Oh, that's right."

Burgess reacted and quickly pointed to the white plastic paint bucket: "I was looking for this just now."

She rummaged around hurriedly and quickly took out a few pieces of change.

"Let me take a look."

She counted the money in her hand and pulled out two five-dollar bills: "OK, this is it."

Seeing her stuffing the money in, Platt reached out his hand and pushed the donation bucket forward without expression.

"Please."

Burgess's face bulged, and he frowned at Platt.

In the eye-to-eye confrontation, she quickly lost the battle, and had no choice but to take out another ten-dollar bill dejectedly and stuff it into the bucket with distress: "This is my lunch money."

Pratt nodded with satisfaction and put on his glasses.

"snort."

Burgess curled his lips without leaving a trace, touched his stomach in embarrassment and walked aside.

Behind the reception desk, Pratt looked at her bouncing ponytail with a complicated expression. After a while, he looked up again and looked upstairs.

Second floor.

Ethan turned on the computer and put his feet on the table.

Thinking of what just happened, he smiled and shook his head.

Unwrapping a pack of snacks and rocking the boots.

The potato chips made a crisp sound when chewed, and you could immediately feel that a line of sight was falling on you.

Reluctantly, he picked up a bag of potato chips and threw it hard.

"Yes~"

Eileen's low cry of surprise came from diagonally opposite, followed by a crunching sound.

There are no cases on hand, so today seems to be particularly leisurely.

Ten minutes later, Hank walked out of the office quickly.

This is what happened, Ethan threw a handful of potato chips into his mouth, stood up and sat down.

"Do we have any urgent cases today?" Hank looked around, everyone looked lazy.

"No."

The ballpoint pen in Antonio's hand was spinning up and down.

"Then get busy."

Hank clapped his hands: "The Amber Alert has sounded, everyone goes out to help."

"Go, go, go."

Thanks to the colorful bat brother for the reward and support, thank you