My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After thinking about Burgess's performance today, Ethan knocked on the table:

"Do you know Burgess's address?"

He did send her home, but that time he only sent her downstairs to the apartment, and he didn't know her specific residence.

"of course I know."

Platt quickly leaned over and asked with a gossipy face: "What, you want to take this opportunity to take down Burgess?"

She quickly wrote an address and handed the note to Ethan with a smile:

"Go for it, cowboy!"

With a black line on his forehead, Ethan took the note and said, "Please, you are her supervisor. Don't you think her mood is not right these days?"

"So you wanted to enlighten her."

Platt suddenly lost interest and waved her hand: "Of course I know."

"This little girl wants to prove that even if she fails to join the intelligence team, her abilities are not inferior to Atwater."

"She has been working very hard these days."

"I don't appreciate that sentiment though, you know, it can easily go wrong."

"I think so too." Ethan nodded and put the note into his pocket: "This job requires motivation, but it can't be in the way of fighting for one breath."

"Let's go, you get off work early."

He shrugged and hurried upstairs.

At the corner of the stairs, his footsteps stopped. Atwater was taking Charlie downstairs.

"This is him." Ethan pointed at Charlie.

"Transfer to the detention warehouse, waiting for the case to be heard." Atwater explained.

"Hey." Ethan put his hand against Charlie and said with squinted eyes: "Don't blame me for not warning you, there is something."

"Don't worry." Charlie looked very relaxed even though he was handcuffed. He breathed out softly: "I won't say anything."

When the obsession is let go, the whole person looks different.

He smiled reluctantly and continued down, while Ethan bumped fists with Atwater and sided up.

Several people in the Chase Room were packing their things and preparing to go home.

Through the blinds, I saw Erin in Hank's office, and the two were talking.

"Molly?"

Rusek put on his coat and asked Ethan.

She still wanted to see Burgess, so she stopped running to Morley. She should be at home at this time and would not think of going to a bar to drink.

"No, you go ahead."

Ethan shook his head, returned to his seat, and sorted out the case files one by one.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

Rusek, Horsted and Olinsky all said goodbye one after another. After a shootout, they needed alcohol to relieve their mental stress.

After they all left, Ethan got up and walked towards the Sheriff's Office.

Inside, there was a faint murmur of argument.

"Bump."

After knocking twice, he opened the door directly.

The two people inside looked over.

"I'm just confirming one thing."

Ethan looked at Erin and asked seriously: "Are you sure Charlie will shut his mouth?"

"No kidding, I don't want to visit you in prison."

"Yes, that's for sure." Eileen spread her hands seriously: "He has reconciled with himself. The old Charlie is back, and he will not do that kind of thing."

"That's good."

Ethan nodded to Hank again: "You guys continue, I'll leave first."

Judging from her appearance, she probably wanted to plead with Charlie.

The current case situation can be large or small. Considering Charlie's financial situation, there is a high probability that he will use the public defenders provided by the court. The quality of those people is extremely worrying.

If Hank wants to punish Charlie, it won't be a big problem to give him ten years.

But it had nothing to do with him. Ethan waved his hands and walked downstairs quickly.

Looking at the address on the note in his hand, he looked up again to confirm the room number.

The radar flashed off, and someone was at home inside. It seemed that his trip was not in vain.

"Dong dong dong."

He curled his fingers and knocked on the door a few times.

Soon, footsteps sounded.

The light and shadow above the cat's eyes flashed, and Ethan raised the red wine in his hand and shook it.

"Click."

The door opened quickly, revealing Burgess' surprised face: "Why are you here? How do you know I live in this place?"

"Aren't you welcome?"

Ethan sighed and pretended to leave: "What a pity for my $99 bottle of red wine."

"of course not."

Burgess waved his hand quickly and took two steps back: "Come in quickly, I'm just surprised how you knew I lived here."

"I'm a police detective."

Ethan walked into the room, smiled and said, "It's just a small problem."

"This is my first visit. I hope you won't dislike it as a small gift."

"Thanks."

Burgess took the red wine and put it on the small coffee table: "Sorry, my apartment is a bit small. You can sit wherever you like."

As she spoke, she quickly picked up a few pieces of underwear on the small sofa and threw them to the side sheepishly.

This is not wrong, there is a small living room after entering the door.

On the wall opposite the small sofa, there is a TV hanging, and a soap opera is playing on it.

The place where Burgess threw the clothes just now was blocked by a floral curtain, and there was a bed behind it. It felt like it was a one-bedroom apartment, and she separated herself into a living room.

"Your place is nice, it feels very warm."

Ethan walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at it curiously. Although the apartment was small, it was carefully decorated.

The long cabinet under the TV is filled with photos.

"Have the cases been settled?" Burgess saw him looking at his residence and combing his hair back with his fingers.

"There are still some tails, but it's done."

Ethan turned his attention to Burgess. She must have just taken a shower, and her hair was a little damp. Since she was at home, she was dressed more homely, wearing flip-flops, yoga pants, and A red V-neck T-shirt.

Under the pale yellow light, his face looked very rosy.

"Are you cooking something?"

Ethan sniffed a few times and pointed inside.

"Shet."

Burgess reacted immediately and ran inside with his slippers on.

There was a ringing sound from the small kitchen behind the living room, and she shouted from inside: "I'm making a midnight snack, pasta, do you want some?"

"Okay~"

Ethan touched his belly and was not polite.

In less than a minute, Burgess came out happily with two plates: "I originally made a lot, but you came here, it's just right."

The white porcelain plate is piled with pasta.

There are two meatballs as big as a child's fist on top, and bright red tomato sauce is poured on top, which looks particularly appetizing.

"Ding."

Ethan flicked the red wine: "It seems that the wine I brought is right."

"immediately."

Burgess understood instantly. She ran into the kitchen again and soon came out with two red wine glasses and a corkscrew.

She usually didn't have many guests here. Apart from the single sofa, there wasn't even a chair. Burgess sat cross-legged directly on the small rug spread under the coffee table.

Seeing this, Ethan also sat down.

The bright red wine poured down and swirled in the glass.

"Boom."

The red wine glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

Burgess smiled brightly, his lips red and his teeth white.

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