My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As soon as they heard the Amber Alert, everyone started to move.

This is an emergency alert system specifically for child abduction cases. As long as this is mentioned, it means that a case of missing or abducted children has occurred.

In their minds, this thing is second only to the seriousness of a police officer being shot.

With nothing on hand, Hank naturally took over the case.

Everyone went downstairs one after another. The Amber Alert made the entire police station busy, and people came and went in the reception hall.

"Bang."

The hurried figure ran into Ethan's arms.

"careful."

Ethan quickly hugged the person and patted her shoulder.

"Sorry." Burgess scratched his hair nervously, walked around in circles twice, and then quickly ran to the side.

"Morning~"

Ethan said hello to Atwater behind him, turned around and walked out of the police station.

"Yo, good morning."

Atwater raised his head to him, and then looked doubtfully at his partner who looked panicked not far away.

Platt stood behind the reception desk and watched the scene happening under her eyes from beginning to end. She thought about it, took off her glasses, and walked quickly behind Burgess.

"Hey."

Burgess took the radio off the wall and turned around to see Platt, startling her.

"Tell me." Platt said expressionlessly: "What happened between you and our cowboy detective?"

"Ethan?" Burgess smiled hurriedly and waved his hand: "Nothing happened. He is a detective and I am a police officer. I don't know what you are talking about."

"I have been a police officer for many years." Pratt crossed his arms and stared at her and said, "Do you know what I am best at?"

"Body language, microexpressions."

"Your body language tells me you're being facked, right?"

"Sheriff."

Burgess's eyes widened: "What are you talking about? This is impossible?"

"How old are you?"

Platt interrupted: "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six years old." Burgess put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

"Shet!"

Platt took two steps forward and approached Burgess: "Let me tell you this."

"What are you going to do?"

Burgess backed away nervously, looking frightened.

"Why don't you have some fun while you're young?" Platt raised his eyebrows at Burgess: "When I was your age, I had already left traces in many places in the police station."

"Don't think too much, we never know what will happen tomorrow."

"Jesus, didn't you notice Detective Morgan's perky ass?"

"If I were ten years younger, he would definitely not be able to escape from my grasp."

Seeing Burgess's confused look, Pratt grabbed the air with both hands and said, "Life is short, happiness is the most important thing."

"correct."

"If these words reach the ears of the second person, you will spend your whole life directing traffic."

Platt finally raised his fist to threaten, then turned and left. Burgess stood there, his thoughts messy.

Arriving at the crime scene, Ethan looked at the nearby streets in surprise.

This place is only two streets away from Fiona's house, which is really a coincidence.

There were many people standing in front of a house, and several patrol cars were standing in a row, blocking most of the road.

Seeing this, he stopped the Ford Interceptor directly in the middle of the road, closed the door and got out of the car.

"Oh oh oh."

"It's such a free country. No one will issue a traffic ticket today?"

A high-pitched shout rang out from the side: "The policeman parked his car directly on the road and no one cared about it?"

"Since when did this place become a party scene for cops?"

"Stay away from the residents here, they are good people."

"Shut up, Frank." A voice shouted: "There is a missing child here, why don't you shut up."

Ethan turned his head and realized that it was Frank who was shouting just now.

The one who scolded him was Tony, the patrolman who pointed a gun at him last time and Fiona's neighbor who lived on the same street.

Now was not the time to say hello, so the intelligence team walked to the house.

The front yard of the house was decorated with various birthday ribbons and balloons, but there was no trace of the festive atmosphere that should have been there.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, which seemed extremely noisy.

"Who is the parent?"

Ethan and Hank walked to the front yard and asked the patrolman next to them.

"Hey."

Tony squeezed over from the side and raised his hand to say hello.

"Hello, Tony, right?"

Ethan shook hands with him and pointed to the side: "This is Sheriff Boyt."

"Hello, Detective Morgan."

Tony let go and nodded to Hank again: "The child's parents are inside, come with me."

"You guys stay here and ask if you have seen anything suspicious." Hank turned around and told the people behind him, and then he and Ethan followed Tony into the house.

The people in the intelligence team took out their notebooks and asked the people around for any useful information.

Since it was a child's birthday party, there were many people in the house.

Following Tony to the living room, the man with glasses on the sofa was comforting the crying woman next to him.

Tony pointed at the two people and walked aside.

"Hello."

Ethan showed his police badge: "I'm Detective Morgan. Is your child missing?"

"Yes, that's right."

The white man adjusted his glasses and his voice trembled.

"I need you to calm down as much as possible right now."

Ethan took out the record book: "This is very important to us, can you do it?"

"Can."

The white man nodded quickly, still unable to conceal the panic in his eyes.

Looking at the chaotic crowd around him, Ethan impatiently raised the hand holding the pen high: "Hey, everyone."

"We need a quiet environment here, please get out of here."

"Please."

"We just want to help."

"why did you do this."

There were mutterings of dissatisfaction, but most people still walked upstairs or outside obediently.

The remaining people, persuaded by Tony and other patrol officers, left the living room one after another.

"okay."

Ethan sat down on the coffee table: "What are your names?"

"Gary Caston."

Gary adjusted his glasses and pointed to the woman next to him: "This is my wife, Bethel Caston."

"Mr. Caston."

Ethan quickly wrote the relevant information in the notebook: "Who is missing?"

"my son."

Gary held his wife's hand and said excitedly: "Kathy Caston, he is only two years old, and today is the birthday party prepared for him."

You can tell, after all there are so many colorful ribbons and balloons hanging outside.

"Okay, when was the last time you saw him?" Ethan continued to ask.

"An hour ago." Gary said quickly:

"It was in the front yard. He was playing outside by himself. When we went out again, he was gone."

"Physical characteristics?"

This is the South District, they are so brave.

Ethan remained calm and continued to wave the pen in his hand: "Any information that can help us find the person is fine."

"blond."

Mrs. Caston wiped away tears and said, "Wearing a Superman costume with a red cape."

This is indeed useful news. A child wearing a Superman costume will stand out.

"Thanks."

Ethan tapped the notebook: "Do you have any enemies?"

"Anyone who has had a quarrel with you or has a conflict of interest, anyone."