My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the convenience store, several people were analyzing the case as if chatting.

In this kind of case, if Ethan hadn't happened to be at the scene, there would have been no need for the intelligence team to take action. It was too common for a convenience store to be robbed and someone to be accidentally shot.

Many black people don't have living expenses, so they like to go to convenience stores.

These places have both cash and bullies.

It doesn't take much, just two to three hundred yuan is enough for them to live happily for a few days.

The only special thing about this case is that the ex-husband, who had a criminal record and liked domestic violence, killed his ex-wife, and then he was immediately killed, which seemed a bit dark humor.

"Boss."

Rusek looked at Ethan and asked curiously: "Did you meet any suspicious people when you were shopping?"

"Snapped."

Atwater slapped him on the head: "If so, don't you think Boss would say it?"

Rusek touched his head and slapped him in return.

"What do you think?"

Antonio crossed the shelf and took off the disposable gloves: "Forward to the homicide department, or?"

After the analysis just now, he came to the conclusion in his mind that there was nothing more than a shooting incident here. In order to protect himself, another person killed the gunman and then escaped.

Dog bites dog, a mouth full of hair.

This kind of murder case has no beginning and no end, and to be honest, he has no interest in it.

"Forget it." Ethan pointed at Rusek and Atwater: "You two handle it, just think of it as a practice. If it doesn't work, throw it away in the archives."

Still for the same reason, things must be within your control.

The meaning behind the words is very clear. I don't have much hope in this matter, just let them fool them.

After finishing his words, he lit up a cigarette and walked out of the convenience store.

Others also left one after another.

Rusek and Atwater looked at each other and spread their hands in unison.

The next day, in the evening.

The swimming pool wall lights light up and sparkle.

"Wow."

Ethan waved his arms to clear the water and swam quickly in the pool.

"Aren't you tired?"

Erin wore a white bathrobe, picked up red wine, sat down on the lounge chair, and watched Ethan keep flopping and swimming back and forth in the swimming pool.

This bastard still has the strength to swim, who are you looking down on!

Erin took a bitter sip of red wine and wanted to swim together again. After thinking about it, she continued to lie down.

This is the intention to kill the thief, but there is no way to save it.

During this period, she came over every now and then to stay for a few hours. While visiting the house, she also studied a lot of the knowledge she learned in the Red Bridge Club.

Ethan's abilities also impressed her.

Even if you only rest for two or three hours a day, you will always look energetic.

On the other hand, she herself would doze off even while sitting in the office, which had already affected her work, so she calmed down a bit.

"I'm alright."

Ethan stopped and raised his fingers at Irene: "Do you want to come together?"

"No no no."

Although Erin was moved, she shook her head quickly. If she swam two laps, she would be in big trouble.

"Ring ring ring."

The mobile phone placed on the table next to him vibrated violently.

She leaned over and looked at the caller number on it, and muttered: "It's Rusek's phone number,"

"pick up!"

Ethan slowly swam towards the edge of the pool.

Irene glanced at him playfully and continued to drink red wine, showing no intention of answering the question.

In the past, she often had fights with Ethan in front of other colleagues.

Now, on the contrary, it is clear as day.

Ethan held his arms on the edge of the pool, climbed up with splashes all over his body, and walked towards Irene while swinging.

"asshole."

Erin muttered and looked away.

"Click."

Ethan grabbed a piece of watermelon and took a big bite: "Hey, this is Morgan."

"Boss."

Rusek's urgent voice rang on the phone: "Do you remember the convenience store shooter last night?"

"uh-huh?"

Chewing the crispy and sweet watermelon, Ethan let out a muffled groan.

These two guys have been investigating for a day and have gained nothing. They are ready to throw it aside to gather dust. Why bring it up now?

"Shooting on the subway."

Rusek said anxiously: "People from the forensics department are at the scene. They have checked the bullet casing. It is the same nine mm as last night, and the traces of the primer being hit are basically similar."

"Cough cough cough."

Ethan choked and spit out a lot of watermelon foam.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Hearing this movement, Rusek asked quickly.

"I'm fine." Ethan patted his chest and said with a headache: "Then, you continue."

"I'm on my way there."

There was a sound of closing the car door from Rusek: "You inform others, this may be a serial murderer."

"I'll send you the address right away."

"Dudu."

Looking at the hung up phone, Ethan's eyes twitched.

The serial murderer, and the weak-looking short-haired woman last night, these two things are not connected at all. That woman can't be so crazy.

Things have happened, so I have to go and take a look no matter what.

Ethan gritted his teeth and looked at Erin.

The other party had already stood up, and they walked quickly back into the house together.

Cadillacs and gray Dodges stopped one after another.

Ethan slammed the car door, and there was a roar. He raised his head and saw the subway roaring past the viaduct above with lights, and plunged into the night.

Although it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, the subway was still running.

There are many Chicago subway lines, and the orange, red, blue, green, purple and brown lines are all mixed together. Some lines even operate 24 hours a day.

Ethan threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth and strode towards the subway station in front of him.

Erin closed the car door and quickly followed his movements. On the way, she met Horsted and Atwater again. They smelled faintly of alcohol, but luckily, they didn't seem to have drunk much.

After greeting each other, the two naturally followed Ethan.

The four people walked up the steps quickly with great momentum.

The patrolmen on the road gave way.

When I came to the platform above, I saw a subway train parked next to it. A dozen people were busy and the flashlights were on.

Through the gap between the crowd, I saw an old black man lying on the ground.

A yellow and white jacket with a white T-shirt underneath.

The T-shirt was stained with blood.

In his hand fell a sharp folding knife.

After raising the cordon, the four people walked into the subway car together. They turned their heads and saw a black man wearing a large rugby shirt lying inside. The entire car was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

"Boss."

Rusek came over quickly and raised his hand: "By simple comparison with the photos, it was shot by the gun last night."

There was a bullet casing in the evidence bag.

Taking the bag, Ethan casually glanced at the yellow bullet casings inside.

He then shifted his gaze to look at the two old black men on the ground. He pursed his lips and pinched the bullet casings with his fingers.