My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"cough."

Noticing that everyone's eyes were on him, Rusek bent down and asked softly:

"Am I being a little too obvious?"

"What do you think?"

Atwater rolled his eyes but didn't move at all.

Things are not that simple.

"Don't even think about it."

Antonio opened his mouth to dispel Ethan's thoughts. He shook his head and said: "The guests of the Red Bridge Club are either millionaires or multi-millionaires, and it's a club of this nature."

"Without a subpoena, the club will not cooperate in any way."

"That kind of place is not something we can threaten at will. This is not a small bar on the street."

It seems reasonable to say that this is a country where capital is king.

Even the director would not dare to offend a group of rich people so boldly, and he would not know how he would step down when the time comes.

"All right."

Ethan scratched his head and looked at Rusek: "Go and apply for a subpoena from the judge. We need to investigate the customer list and employee information inside and find this Terry."

"I've already applied."

Erin raised her hand and curled her lips and said, "But how can I put it, I don't think there is much hope."

"We are now waiting for the judge's reply."

You have to try it no matter what. This guy named Terry is the only person Antonio has heard of who has had conflicts and conflicts with Roslin.

"Dududu."

The landline on Nadia's desk rang. She picked it up and answered a few words, then looked at Ethan: "Layla Roslin, she's at the police station. She's down there."

As the wife of the deceased, it was necessary to call her over for questioning.

She cannot be ruled out as a suspect in this kind of thing.

"Antonio."

Ethan raised his chin: "You know her, you come to understand the situation."

"no problem."

Antonio stood up immediately.

In the interrogation room, stood a gorgeous Latin girl.

Wearing a red sportswear, he has a very well-proportioned figure, and his bright eyes look particularly attractive, full of water.

There were several people standing in the observation room nearby.

Through the glass, they looked at the beautiful Latin girl opposite.

"What's your score?"

Thinking of the woman in front of him who frequented that club, Rusek's belly felt hot, and he asked in a low voice.

"Come on, you bastard."

Erin kicked him dissatisfied: "Someone else's husband just died."

"Sorry." Rusek raised his hands and said with some embarrassment: "You know I sometimes don't speak my mind. It's my fault."

It is indeed very inappropriate to make fun of someone whose husband has just passed away.

Therefore, he knew he was in the wrong.

"If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know." Ethan took two steps forward with his chin in his hand and asked with interest, "Do you think this looks like a woman whose husband just died?"

Across the window, Layla Roslin crossed her chest with her hands.

A corner of the coat slipped from his shoulders.

With wavy brown hair hanging on her wheat-colored shoulders, this woman looked around without any sadness in her expression.

Instead, there was a sense of relief.

"I feel so too."

Horsted squinted his eyes and looked at it, and agreed: "Whether there is emotion or not, it shouldn't be this reaction. At least, there is always fear."

While several people were talking in low voices, Antonio walked into the interrogation room.

He leaned against the wall and looked at the woman opposite.

"Detective Dawson."

Layla looked at Antonio with a smile: "So, you are a policeman now, right?"

"I have always been."

Antonio looked at the other person expressionlessly.

In fact, he also had some doubts about whether it was this woman who did it.

The person who knew Roslin's whereabouts best and knew what he had brought was none other than Layla. The two of them had just had a dispute last night.

However, the goal is too obvious.

Antonio frowned when he thought of this. The other person didn't look like such a stupid person.

Taking a deep breath, Layla sighed:

"Life is actually very fragile. People realize this, but they always ignore it."

"Outside the club last night." Antonio did not follow her words and asked to himself: "The two of you had a dispute over a guy named Terry. Can you explain to me?"

"In this country." Leila's slender fingers traced on the table:

"It's really interesting. I actually don't have to explain anything to you, but forget it, I'm in a good mood right now."

"Terry."

She shook her long hair and sat down in the chair: "There is such a person. I have done it with him several times. Is there any problem?"

"Stab it."

"Is that just that?" Antonio also pulled out his chair and sat down opposite her: "Your husband was murdered last night."

"If you have any information, it can be of great help to the police."

"You men."

Leila smiled and shook her head: "What do you think we are arguing about?"

"In pursuit of excitement, Roslin took me to that club, but he found someone better than him, so he was just jealous."

"Aren't you men all like this?"

"About this Terry." Antonio still only asked what he wanted to know: "What do you know about him?"

No matter what she said, Antonio had his own judgment.

"You are really a cold man."

Layla leaned forward and tried to hook Antonio's chin with her fingers: "In that place, everyone is just a passerby. I'm sorry, I can't give you the information you want."

The figure is soft and the eyes are like water.

Her whole body exudes feminine charm, making her heart beat faster.

"Snapped."

Antonio waved and grabbed Leila’s wrist:

"Ms. Roslin, why don't you look sad at all when your husband was killed?"

"well."

There were several sighs in the observation room next to it.

When Leila stretched out her finger, several men subconsciously raised their chins slightly.

Seductive, so seductive.

"You bastards."

Erin's lips moved slightly and she muttered.

"Some people don't like to show their inner emotions for others to appreciate." Layla took her hand back and said casually: "At Roslin's request, I took off my clothes."

"But I won't take off the clothes in my heart."

"Does that satisfy you, Detective Dawson?"

Antonio opened the case file, pulled out Roslin's photo, put it in front of Layla, and asked simply: "Mrs. Roslin, do you have anything to do with your husband's murder?"

His fingers tapped lightly on the photo.

His eyes were fixed on Leila.

"If I remember correctly." Leila stretched out two fingers and pointed at Antonio's eyes: "You should be watching me return to the club."

"So, I don't need to tell you the answer to the question."

This seductive Latin girl opened and closed her red lips as she spoke, and her silver teeth were looming.

There is always a smile on his face.