My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

This sentence is too familiar.

"Write down the number."

Erin shook her head and said, "Tell the other party that I will call you later."

These words are exactly the same as noon.

Ethan shrugged and walked into the office.

There is no need to ask too much about other people's personal matters. If Irene needs help, she will naturally ask.

None of the others were off work. They were all studying the case files, trying to find a breakthrough, or comparing their profile pictures to try to find information about the other gunmen.

In this case, Ethan was too embarrassed to leave alone.

It was past eight o'clock and Moyu couldn't help but stretch. When he saw Nadia's car keys on the table, his eyes lit up.

The Cadillac logo shines brightly under the light.

It seems like a call from ancient times is being issued.

"Uh-huh."

He picked up the car keys and walked to the pillar clothes rack.

He took off his thin coat and walked outside with his fingers.

Antonio has already gotten off work, and Horsted and Irene are still staring at the screen. The latter is thinking about something with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"I am leaving."

Atwater rubbed his eyes and pushed away the keyboard.

"See you tomorrow."

Several hellos were heard one after another, and Nadia also raised her head and smiled at Atwater.

"Chief Morgan."

Seeing Ethan also walking out of it, she quickly stood up.

"You haven't left yet?"

Ethan flashed his watch: "It doesn't matter if you go back early. Most of these people are workaholics, and you can't survive them."

"It doesn't matter." Nadia said quickly:

"It's my first day here, and there are still many things I'm not familiar with. I need more time to stay and learn."

"Okay." Ethan pointed to her knees: "You don't have to stand up every time you see me coming, your knees will soon become useless."

"OK."

Nadia smiled sweetly: "I know."

No longer caring about her, Ethan put his arm around Atwater's shoulders and led him downstairs: "Where are you going?"

"Find somewhere to eat."

Atwater muttered: "Go home and rest. My back has been a little sore recently."

"Let's go."

Ethan shook the car key: "Come with me to test drive."

"What car?" Atwater became interested. He is the kind of person who likes cars very much. Last time Ferrari came over, everyone was taking pictures of the interior and exterior with their mobile phones. This guy specializes in the lower third and inner third. road.

"I don't know either."

Ethan chuckled: "But it should be helpful for the soreness of the lower back."

The vehicle will also help with sore backs. Atwater walked out of the police station with Ethan with a question mark on his face, and found the newly issued car in the parking space next to him.

"Shet."

When Atwater saw the car, he became much more energetic.

A black full-size SUV lay quietly on the ground, its brand-new paint surface emitting a faint light.

"Damn, is this it?"

Atwater walked over quickly and said excitedly: "It's still brand new. I bought this Escalade. It is equipped with a V8 engine and can accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers in 6.8 seconds. For this big guy, it is already very impressive."

Ethan didn't understand what he was mumbling, so he pressed the key casually.

The huge car headlights lit up, and a white cold light flashed.

The front of the car is sharp and angular, and it looks quite domineering. The butt of the car is raised high, and its size is similar to that of the previous Saber. The roof is a few centimeters higher than mine.

Seeing Atwater lift the hood, Ethan smiled and got into the driver's seat.

The space inside the car is very spacious. With three rows of seats, it can accommodate seven or eight people without any problem.

I just don’t know how long this car can be driven.

"boom."

The engine began to vibrate, startling Atwater.

He quickly closed the hood and quickly got into the car: "Where should we go to test drive?"

"China Town."

Ethan turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.

Ten minutes later, Atwater looked at the flashing neon sign and asked in confusion:

"Test drive?"

"That's right, it's just a test drive."

Ethan laughed loudly, parked the car and turned off the engine: "Let's go, I'm treating you."

The lights are pink and the music is soothing.

There is a charming aroma in the nasal cavity.

The ice cube wrapped in gauze was rolled on the back and pressed for a while. Then, the warm body was pressed up smoothly with a layer of massage oil, and Atwater's tailbone was like an electric current flashing through it. , straight to the back of the head.

Looking at the massage table next to him, Atwater nervously grabbed his hands at the sexy and charming Eastern European girl above Ethan.

"take it easy."

Ethan threw a grape into his mouth calmly: "We are like a car. After driving it for a long time, it always needs maintenance and service. This is normal."

"That makes sense."

The corner of Atwater's mouth twitched, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Click."

Ethan avoided several people's faces and took a selfie. He took most of the pictures of himself and Atwater and sent it to Rusek.

Only then did he lower his head in satisfaction, enjoying the constant pressing of his fingers on his body.

The phone buzzed and vibrated a few times, and it stopped after a while. I grabbed the phone and found that in addition to Rusek's crazy emoticon, there was also a text message from Erin:

"Can you go somewhere with me?"

"What time?"

"It's up to you."

"I'll be free in half an hour."

"Ok, no problem."

Along with the last message, another address was sent.

Ethan put down his cell phone inexplicably and continued to lie down on the massage table. He didn't know what was going on. He even set the time by himself.

The Cadillac came to a stop near the street, the gray Dodge in front of it looking like a toy car.

It's a bit exaggerated, but it does give Ethan this feeling.

He sat in the car and looked condescendingly at Irene in the Dodge. This guy was looking at the side absentmindedly and didn't even notice a car parked on the opposite side.

Following the other person's gaze, he saw a tavern next to him.

The frosted glass windows flicker with the lights in the house.

"bump."

The sound of the car door closing finally caught Eileen's attention, and she quickly got out of the car with her.

"Say it."

Ethanson spread his hands quickly: "What's the matter?"

"Can you come in and have a drink?"

Erin pursed her lips: "I'll go in after a while, and you just pretend you don't know me."

"ah?"

Ethan, just like Atwater just now, asked with a confused face: "Then what should I do after I go in?"

"Nothing to do."

Erin looked at Ethan steadily and said softly: "You just need to be inside."

"Fine."

Ethan nodded. Anyway, he had done a lot of inexplicable things, and this time was no different. (End of chapter)