My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The small conflict inside did not attract the attention of outsiders.

But when Ethan Shiran came out, surprised eyes were cast from all directions.

In a place like this, it’s all about staying up.

Therefore, people in prison will pay great attention to any interesting things that happen.

There is no way, after all there is not much fun.

Not long after he came out, the three prisoners just helped each other out and looked at Ethan with a look of hatred, but they did not dare to get closer.

For a time, everyone who had any ideas about him backed down.

The fist here is the last word.

Ethan walked around the area where he could move by himself. After getting to know each area clearly, the time to relax was quickly over.

All the criminals returned to the prison one after another at the urging of the prison guards.

"good."

As soon as he returned to the room, he saw his things neatly arranged on the upper bunk. He nodded with satisfaction: "Sit down, what did you do to get in here?"

"Thanks."

The white boy nodded and bowed, and sat down on the lower bunk: "Just stealing and robbing."

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him on the forehead: "You are young and you don't know how to learn anything good."

The iron door was closed by the prison guard outside.

It's fine now, I'm completely trapped in this small room of a few square meters.

"And you?"

The white boy touched his head in embarrassment: "Why did you come in again?"

Everyone is locked up here, no one is cleaner than the other!

After thinking about the crime that Hank had arranged for him, Ethan's eyes twitched: "It's nothing, I just killed a few Bichi."

"ah?"

The white boy looked confused.

The contrast between this crime and the external image is too great.

But he quickly realized that in a place like this, even the most outrageous things could happen, so this crime was not surprising.

The greater the contrast, the more real it appears.

He swallowed, put his feet away, and carefully hid in the corner of the bed. This guy was determined to be mentally ill and not to be messed with.

"well."

Ethan sighed, stretched out his hands, and lay down on the upper bunk.

This is your first day here, so don't be too anxious.

Just lie down and think of it as rest.

Intelligence team, interrogation room.

Hank sat on the table and rolled up his sleeves slowly.

In front of him, two men sat.

One of them was wearing sportswear, tall and thin, with short hair.

On the outside, he looks a little green, only seventeen or eighteen years old, with dark skin and a bit of panic in his bright eyes.

Sitting on the chair, you can see that he is taller than the bald white man next to him.

This person is the target of this case.

James Grant.

In order to put pressure on him, Hank decided to take the kid back to the police station for questioning.

Grant is smart, though.

Without saying a word, he asked for a lawyer to be present.

"High school students, star players, whether in basketball or football, were caught for doing something stupid." Hank frowned and looked at Grant, shook his head and said, "You are not the first, and you will not be the last."

"Because of the heat of the moment."

Hank spread his hands and said hoarsely: "Scholarships, college recommendations, and the glorious place of the NBA have nothing to do with you."

"You won't hesitate for these."

He opened the case file next to him and put the photo in front of Grant: "You are not willing to kill a ten-year-old girl. Mr. Grant, can you sleep well at night?"

"My sleep was so bad that when I closed my eyes, I would see Maya like this."

"Boom."

Hank smacked his fingers at the photo: "It looks like he was shot twice in the head."

Grant looked at the photo in front of him, his face expressionless.

But the wings of his nose quietly enlarged.

"Hey."

The lawyer on the side waved his hands and protested: "You are making groundless accusations against my client. There are no witnesses or evidence to prove that my client did this."

"Don't forget, we are here to cooperate with your investigation out of concern for the deceased."

"If you look like this, I will reserve the right to complain."

"you shut up."

Hank raised his hand and pointed fiercely at the lawyer: "It's not time for you to speak yet."

"Grant, stop pretending."

He turned his head and squinted at the tall man: "We already know that you asked Tucker to find the person. Why can't I see it? You are quite big but as courageous as a little hen."

"Why, even a ten-year-old girl, you don't dare to do it yourself?"

"listen."

Grant bit his lip and breathed quickly: "I haven't seen Tucker since he went to jail, so I don't understand why you would come to such an idea."

"Hey, stop."

The lawyer next to him quickly interrupted him: "Given the attitude of these people, you don't need to tell them anything."

"It doesn't matter."

Grant raised his hand, held Maya's photo and pushed it away: "I just wanted to tell the police officer the truth. I didn't do anything to anyone."

"You don't understand me."

He raised his head and looked at Hank seriously: "In the community where I live, gangs, independents, and gangsters are rampant."

"I was just a kid and I just wanted to get out of there."

Hank pursed his lips, his eyes seeming to stare into the depths of Grant's soul.

"You go."

He put away his gaze and waved his hand away.

This is a high school student and a well-known figure. It is impossible for him to use any violent means against him. It will only make the case more complicated.

However, as long as the goal can be achieved this time.

The tall figure disappeared outside the door.

After a while, several people from the intelligence team all walked in.

"Hank."

Olinsky took off his duck-billed hat, frowned and asked, "Do you believe what he said?"

"Of course it's impossible." Hank shook his head and sneered: "You're a teenage brat, and if I can't see through it, my life will be in vain. He is definitely the one who did this."

"This bastard didn't know where he came from and wanted to impress me."

He jumped off the table and looked at everyone:

"This time, I just wanted to scare him on purpose. Erwin, you and Rusek should keep an eye on Grant and report any abnormalities at any time."

"clear."

Olinsky patted Rusek on the shoulder, and the two hurriedly followed.

"What about us?"

Erin spread her hands and asked anxiously.

Now everyone had something to do, and she and Horsted were the only ones in the office. This feeling of powerlessness made her feel a little lost.

"No hurries?"

Hank glared at her and said in a deep voice: "Don't you have any patience at all?"

"Go back and continue to monitor the situation. Any work is important."

After scolding her like this, Irene also calmed down.

She nodded and walked out of the interrogation room with Horsted.

Hank looked at the photo of the little girl and sighed. He closed the folder and slowly covered the photo.