My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"There are no boxes."

Sumner and Eileen searched carefully again before walking out together.

Erin spread her hands and continued:

"No money either."

"There is no doubt that the people behind those things will not miss it." Hank patted Antonio's shoulder: "Inform the people in the forensics room to come over and collect Mr. Colombia's fingerprints."

"Hopefully we'll be lucky enough to find him identified and preferably with a criminal record."

"OK."

Antonio nodded and raised his hand to press the intercom, not only to notify the forensics room, but also to contact the patrol police and ambulance.

But no one else had high hopes for what Hank had just hoped for.

Only a few people are registered in the criminal system.

Many more people have not been recorded.

There were bursts of light in the room, and Ethan held his cell phone and kept taking photos of the bodies in the house and the entire murder scene.

When the forensics office comes to collect information, in addition to going through the process, you have to wait for a while.

It's better to do it yourself, some things don't need to be too rigorous.

All the photos he took were sent to Gene, and the bloody photos were continuously transmitted. People who didn't know saw him and thought he was a perverted murderer.

Fiona once caught him looking at the photo and took a curious look.

In the time it took for Ethan to flip through the photos quickly, she ran to the toilet quickly and almost vomited out her overnight meal.

After that, she stayed away from Ethan's cell phone.

The patrol police arrived quickly and cooperated with them to collect evidence from the scene. The matter was almost settled. The people from the intelligence team clapped their hands and returned to the police station, leaving it to other departments to deal with the aftermath.

I thought it was going to be a fierce fight, but I didn't expect it to turn into a cleaner. Everyone was a little annoyed.

Back on the second floor, Gene was busy in front of the whiteboard.

There are densely packed photos posted on it.

The picture of Perco has been replaced with a recent one, with his face burned to pieces.

There are already eleven dead people here, and the photos are neatly arranged together. They all died in tragic ways, which makes people feel frightened when they see them, just like a wall of death.

"Got it, Director."

Inside the Sheriff's Office, Hank said a few words and then hung up the receiver.

"The director told me that this is Chicago, not Bogota." Hank walked out of the office with a sullen face: "Do you know what that means?"

"It means we can't let these Colombians do whatever they want here."

Just as everyone fell silent, Horsted and Rusek walked up to the second floor.

Rusek slowed down when he saw the photos on the whiteboard: "Damn, this is a massacre."

"Hey."

Olinsky threw the evidence bag in his hand to Gene: "Before everything on Perco's body was burned, I got the phone. See what I found."

"OK."

Gene picked up the phone and walked quickly downstairs.

Olinsky's face still had traces of black marks, and some of his beard was burned off.

After taking out some personal belongings from the tattered coat in his hand, he threw the clothes into the trash can, then picked up the cup and took a swig of water.

Rusek on the side also lost some of his hair.

It looked very embarrassing, and the scene probably wouldn't look good on their side.

"Based on the current situation, let me tell you my opinion." Antonio packed up the case files in his hands and decided to clarify his thoughts.

"Perko, as the manager of the bank's vault, knew a large sum of cash was coming."

"So he called on the people he knew from the Second and Third Clubs before, and they cooperated inside and outside to steal the money and make himself financially free."

"There was an incident here, and I don't know how it happened, but their actions let the Colombians know about it."

"Then the Colombians robbed them."

"At the same time, everyone, including Perco, was silenced by the Colombians."

Everyone nodded, that was probably what happened.

"Now our goal has completely shifted to finding these Colombians." Hank held his chin and frowned: "It's just that all the people in Perco are dead, and we have no clues to follow them."

"That's right." Antonio rubbed his temples: "These people are so straightforward."

"I probably remember the profile of that homeless man."

Rusek clapped his fists: "Find me a jigsaw puzzle expert or sketching expert, and I should be able to restore him to his six or seven-year-old state."

"no problem."

Hank pointed at Olinsky: "Make arrangements for him immediately."

Now, as long as there is a slight possibility, we must pursue it.

"Wait a minute, there is still one person who is not dead." Ethan snapped his fingers and strode towards the whiteboard. He picked up a big pen and kept tapping his head:

"What's the name of the person Gene was talking about yesterday?"

"That's the guy who went to the juvenile detention center with Perco, and later went to prison, and is still serving his sentence."

"Dominique!" Erin reminded him.

"That's right."

Ethan wrote the name on the whiteboard: "According to Gene, Perko has had no criminal record since he was released from juvenile detention."

"Work and life are no different from ordinary people."

"In a situation like his, he must have left the gang life."

"He is not the one who is looking for someone who knows how to do something." Ethan put down the pen, put his hands on his waist, and said with certainty:

"Even if he had a chance to make a fortune, he couldn't find anyone to do the dirty work."

"This is a lot of money, and the risk is not small. If others can't trust him, he can't trust others either."

"In the middle, someone needs to help him connect the dots."

"In other words, is it possible that Perco contacted his good friend Dominic and asked Dominic to help find someone trustworthy in the second and third meetings to take action."

Once this link was explained, everyone responded.

They nodded repeatedly. People from the second and third gangs would not do such a thing for no reason with a person who has quit the gang for a long time.

This is no small matter, and there must be a guarantor in the middle.

And that Dominic is undoubtedly the first choice as the middleman, so he will definitely be very clear about the happening and planning of the matter.

"Um!"

When Hank heard this, he nodded quickly: "Your inference is very reasonable."

"We can deceive Dominic. If your guess is correct, maybe he has information about Colombians."

"Everyone."

Gene quickly ran upstairs and interrupted their conversation: "I found an abnormal number. There are eleven call records in total. They were all called from the other side. They might be Perco's accomplices."

"Contact the judge." Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "Apply for a search warrant for the call content of this number."

"Also, that Dominic you were talking about yesterday, which prison is he serving his sentence in?"

"The search warrant is being applied for. As for the answer to your second question." Gene threw the phone to Antonio: "The call was from Stateville Prison."

"The Dominic you are talking about is serving his sentence in this prison."

Hearing his words, Hank's eyes lit up.

He quickly issued an order: "Antonio cooperated with Jean in applying for a search warrant. I need to know what the two of them talked about."

"Rusek, make character puzzles."

"Ethan, let's take a walk."

"Others, investigate all the surveillance cameras near the scene of the crime in the morning, as well as the killer who pretended to be a homeless man, and the surveillance cameras in the direction of his escape. We must also find a way to find him."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and hurriedly left the police station with Hank.