My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the observation room, Ethan's eyebrows wrinkled.

"Make this woman the first suspect."

He patted Rusek on the shoulder: "Find out all her information and apply to investigate her call records."

"Um?"

Erin asked: "Because she doesn't show sadness?"

"It's not just that." Ethan shook his head and explained: "Leila is not the first or the last person who feels happy because she can inherit a large amount of inheritance after her husband's death."

"It's just that she's too proud."

"It seems like she has done something that she is very proud of, rather than inheriting an inheritance."

Everyone woke up one after another, Rusek nodded and walked out of the observation room.

The interrogation soon came to an end.

The other party kept saying some innocuous things, and after a while he bluntly said that he wanted to leave.

This is to assist in the investigation and there is no reason to keep her.

"Hey."

Roman hurriedly walked into the interrogation room, looked at the one-way glass and asked, "How's it going? Is there anything gained?"

He was the one who caused the incident, so he was very concerned about the development of the situation. He had already changed out of his uniform and put on casual clothes. After asking a question, he nodded to the others.

"No."

Ethan turned back, looked at the people in the observation room, and made up his mind: "Atwater, you and Roman will follow her until the case is over."

"Everyone you have contacted and what you have done must be recorded."

"I can not."

Roman shook his head quickly: "I worked as a private security guard for her before, so I was easily exposed."

This is a problem, but now the manpower is limited, and Olinsky has to be busy dealing with the aftermath of Antonio. He will definitely not be free in the past two days, so he cannot be counted on.

After thinking about it, Ethan looked at Atwater and casually ordered:

"Then bring your old partner with you."

"Be careful and don't expose yourself."

"Understood." Atwater took out his cell phone and walked outside quickly: "Buy me some time."

He and Burgess were old acquaintances, and their tacit understanding was no problem.

But Burgess is definitely in full uniform now and will need some time to prepare.

Ethan picked up his phone and sent a text message.

After receiving the message, Antonio stalled for time without any trace and began to ask some routine questions, which was not out of the ordinary.

A few minutes later, Layla walked out of the interrogation room with her handbag in hand.

Her pace slowed down.

Looking at the person in front of her, the water in her eyes became a little more intense.

"Mrs. Roslin."

Ethan stood in the corridor with a serious face and stretched out his hand to Leila: "I am very sorry for what happened to you. I hope you can express your condolences."

"This time, it's just a routine inquiry."

"I hope it won't cause you any trouble. We will definitely find the murderer of your husband as soon as possible."

"Thanks."

Leila smiled and held Ethan's hand: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Boss."

Nadia's voice sounded from behind: "The documents you need are ready."

Well, it was actually Atwater and Burgess who were ready.

The movements of the two of them were quite fast.

"Then I'll be busy first."

Ethan also put on a faint smile and let go of Leila's hand.

This man was a little carried away.

Just now, I inadvertently scratched the palm of my hand with my nails.

All her actions proved that she didn't have any psychological pressure at all now, giving Ethan a feeling of confidence.

At the entrance of the stairs, the two of them looked at Leila's leaving figure.

Red sweatpants, tight.

Perfectly round!

"What do you think?"

It wasn't until Layla's figure disappeared that Ethan asked.

"My intuition tells me that there is a high probability that she did it." Antonio said silently: "But you also know that no one can say for sure about this kind of thing, and we can't let go of other clues."

"I recommend."

He turned to look at Ethan: "We need to track Layla."

The exchange just now made him feel something was wrong.

I always feel that there is a secret about this woman, and it is very likely to be related to last night's case.

"Atwater has already set off." Ethan bumped fists with Antonio: "He and Burgess together, there should be no problem."

Things must be done in advance to be efficient.

The few remaining people continued the work at hand.

Roman also stayed and helped organize and collect various information. Everything was carried out nervously and orderly.

There was a clicking sound in the tea room.

Ethan unlocked the door and walked in. Olinsky placed a typewriter on the small round table, and his fingers were tapping lightly on it.

Next to the typewriter, there is a thick stack of information.

Informant profiles, reliability tables.

Picking up the intelligence work progress report next to him, Ethan looked at the content on it, smiled and shook his head.

With these things, the Ministry of Internal Affairs can't find any trouble in Antonio.

Olinsky bit the candy and tapped the circular buttons with his fingers: "By the way, can I tell you something?"

Ethan put down the report and arranged it neatly:

"you say."

"I need a place to live."

Olinsky's tapping movement paused for a moment, then continued at the same speed: "Long-term, I don't know, do you need a roommate?"

When he spoke, his back became much more hunched.

The gray beard trembles with the twists and turns.

"No shortage."

Ethan scratched his face and said simply: "I know what you want to do, but you can't do that."

"What you should do is go to the flower shop and buy a bouquet of flowers."

"Instead of packing up your clothes and leaving."

Olinsky stopped typing, stared at the keyboard, and stopped chewing.

"You are my friend." Ethan patted Olinsky on the back: "If you need it, I can give you the whole house."

"But if you want to move in, you can't."

If he were Rusek's age, Ethan would definitely persuade him to break up and help him deal with others.

No matter how you relieve your qi, it doesn't matter if you sink into the lake.

But Olinsky is different.

Ethan could see that this old guy still loved his wife in his heart, but he couldn't accept what happened for a while. His wife also really knew that she was wrong and had come to the police station many times to find her.

Divorce is the worst option for him.

The two sat quietly for a while. Ethan stood up and left the tea room. The clear sound of the typewriter continued to sound.

There's no need to talk too much, just sit with him.

It must be terrible to encounter this kind of thing, but we must analyze the specific situation in detail. If we really want to divorce, I'm afraid Olinsky will regret it.

You can't let things go to a worse place.

When I walked outside, I found two people missing.

"Hey."

Erin put a handful of potato chips in her mouth and chewed them loudly: "I just found out about one of Roslin's former partners. They competed in business and applied for personal restraint orders against each other."

"Antonio and Roman have gone out to investigate."

"Okay, I understand." Ethan nodded and pointed out the window: "What is that?"

"ah?"

Erin turned around subconsciously and looked outside.

The sun is shining brightly and the white clouds are floating leisurely.

There was something, but nothing. She chewed the potato chips in her mouth, feeling confused.

"Uh-huh."

With a flick of the hand, something disappeared.

Her five fingers subconsciously grabbed it, only to find a ball of air.

"Shet."

Erin turned around suddenly, and the bag of potato chips in her hand had disappeared.

The figure flashed and the office door slammed shut.

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