My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"What's the situation now?"

Throwing the evidence bag back to him, Ethan clapped his hands.

The carriages were busy collecting evidence and maintaining order.

The empty bullet casings dropped at the scene linked the shooting to last night's case, so naturally, the matter was transferred to the intelligence team.

The same weapon was used in both shootings.

Barely, it can be considered a serial.

So the few people who were still less interested yesterday are now more serious. Antonio, like last night, studied the crime situation at the scene.

"This is where the gunman opened fire."

He sat on a bench in the corner and made a shooting gesture with his hands: "Judging from the shooting angle, he fired while sitting."

"As for whether it was premeditated?"

He shook his head: "It must be a temporary decision."

"I think so too." Olinsky picked up the sharp knife and gestured in front of everyone: "There is a high probability that these two people want to make some extra money and provoke people they shouldn't provoke."

Late night, subway.

The old black men bared their teeth and claws, holding sharp knives.

Want to rob, or take advantage of that short-haired woman.

Who knows, the other party looks weak and weak, but without saying a word, he picks up the gun and blasts away their sins completely.

Ethan didn’t need to guess too much, he knew what was going on.

That woman actually didn't throw away the gun, but still dared to take it out and walk around. Is she reckless, stupid, or...?

"monitor?"

He put away his thoughts and looked at the patrolman standing next to him.

The patrol officer had been undergoing questioning just now and should have first-hand information.

"No." Faced with his inquiry, the patrolman quickly shook his head and said, "After the shooting, the subway stopped leaving. I received the notification and was the first to rush to the scene."

"I just asked, the surveillance in the carriage is broken."

"After I arrived, I didn't see anyone suspicious. I have been here to maintain order."

Hearing this, Ethan was secretly relieved.

However, there are still hidden dangers.

He clapped his hands and said righteously: "If the gunman is the same person, we must find him as soon as possible. We cannot let this guy kill people wantonly in the city."

"Even if these two people are guilty."

Ethan put his hands on his hips and said righteously: "They should also be punished by the law."

Hearing this, the busy people around him cast admiring glances at him.

"Find all the surveillance cameras that are still functioning on the subway platform." Ethan waved his hand and said to everyone in the intelligence team: "Search all the surveillance videos and find the suspicious characters."

"at the same time."

He looked at his watch and continued: "Talk to the crowd below and see if you find anything."

"what's next?"

Olinsky dropped the knife into the evidence bag and took off his disposable gloves.

"Go back to sleep!"

Ethan looked around and whispered, "What time is it? Do you want to stay up all night?"

"呲~"

When several members of the intelligence team heard his words, they were stunned at first, and then chuckled.

Well, this is indeed his style.

The look just now, well, it was just an illusion.

Ethan walked out of the subway car and lit a cigarette on the platform. The most urgent thing now was himself, he had to find the woman alone before anyone else.

If she doesn't obey, don't stop.

Biting the cigarette, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Hey."

Atwater walked to the side and patted Ethan: "There are many people gathered below, including the news media. Be careful."

He knew that his police chief didn't like being spotlighted by the media, so he came over to give a reminder.

"knew."

Ethan reached into his coat pocket, took out his sunglasses and put them on.

Walking down the stairs, he rubbed his temples.

A shooting on public transportation will naturally attract the attention of the media. If the popularity increases, the top brass of the police department will naturally follow suit. This is why Ethan is anxious.

That rookie might be exposed at some point.

It's okay if she doesn't accuse herself at that time. If she wants to drag herself into the water, it will be a big trouble.

Outside the entrance and exit of the subway station, a lot of people gathered around when I came up. Now there are even cameras set up. Many well-informed guys came over and wanted to know first-hand information.

Fortunately, there were patrol officers to maintain order, so it didn't look messy.

Ethan made up his mind to just ask passers-by for a few words and then go back home to deal with the matter.

When the head rotates, it suddenly stops.

Standing behind the crowd was a blond woman wearing a black skirt with short hair who looked harmless.

Their eyes collided.

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched and he clenched his fist. Well, the murderer likes to return to the scene of the crime, which is also a very typical psychological problem.

But this woman looked calm and seemed to adapt quickly.

But when he saw Ethan, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

The short-haired woman immediately wanted to leave the scene, but under Ethan's intense gaze, she did not dare to move at all, and forced herself to act as if nothing had happened.

Ethan, like the others, lifted off the warning tape and asked passers-by for clues.

"Did anyone see anything unusual?"

"Anyone suspicious will be of great help to us, thank you."

He casually asked passers-by while approaching the short-haired woman.

A few seconds later, he stood in front of her.

"This lady."

Ethan smiled and asked coldly: "Excuse me, did you find anything wrong?"

"No." The short-haired woman shook her head and said forcefully:

"I just came here."

"very good."

Ethan's fingers flashed, and a business card appeared in his hand: "If you remember anything, you can call me and we will have a good chat later."

When talking about making phone calls, the tone becomes a little more serious.

Looking at the business card handed to her, the short-haired woman hesitated and took it.

Ethan did not communicate with her anymore and continued to ask others for clues about the case. Their conversation and behavior were no different from others.

The bodies above were quickly lifted down and taken away.

The excitement was gone, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Several members of the intelligence team went back to rest. It was not an urgent case, and it was impossible to deal with it all night long. Everything had to wait until work.

Although their jobs are special, to put it bluntly, they are just part-time jobs.

Thousands of dollars a month, what a waste of money!

Ethan turned the key and walked towards the Cadillac. In the distance, he saw the gray Dodge slamming the accelerator and leaving. Soon, he received a text message on his phone.

"I can't do it anymore, I have to go back to sleep."

The message was accompanied by an emoji of a puppy panting from exhaustion.

Ethan smiled and shook his head, just about to reply.

The phone vibrated again, and there was an unfamiliar phone number on it. After thinking about it, he pressed the answer button and hung up the phone after a few seconds.

Get in the Cadillac and turn the corner.

Next to the bus stop, press the brake.

After a while, the car door was opened, and the short-haired woman got in holding a small satchel.

The size of the satchel cannot hold a gun.

Well, not so bold.

The black skirt she was wearing was also relatively thin. Ethan's eyes fell on her thighs. This woman probably wouldn't have evolved so quickly to conceal a gun inside.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, the other person unnaturally put his legs together.

The short-haired woman glanced at Ethan nervously, and subconsciously reached out her hand to adjust the sun visor that was put down in front of her.

"do not move."

Ethan said lightly and immediately started the vehicle.

The short-haired woman immediately realized that this thing was used to cover herself, and quickly put her hand down.

Half an hour later, the Cadillac slowly arrived at the edge of Lake Michigan, startling a group of waterfowl. The short-haired woman saw the wild grass growing outside the window and swallowed her saliva nervously.

But thinking about the other person's identity, she relaxed again.

The light of the car headlights pierced the darkness and dimly illuminated the lake. Wherever you looked, the lake water rippled.

This place was no longer the icy scene it had been at that time. The night wind blew gusts, blowing chills all over his body. Ethan lit up his cigarette and looked at the lake, the smoke drifting away in the wind.

Footsteps approached, and the short-haired woman followed nervously from behind.

"What happened just now." Ethan turned his head and asked calmly: "Did you do it?"

"That's right." The short-haired woman's skirt fluttered.

"Who do you think you are?" Ethan looked at the lake below again and said in a low voice: "You want to be Robin Hood, Batman?"

"You need to clean up all the villains in Chicago?"

"Do you know you are lucky? If you meet a real street element, you will be the one lying in the subway car tonight."

The short-haired woman's breathing became heavy, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Do you know what those two people did? There were other people in the carriage, old people and children. They took away other people's money and threatened me with knives."

"You mean, you want me to bear it silently?"

Her tone increased and she said tremblingly: "Suffer the insult from those two villains, then go to the police station to report the case, and then endure the perfunctory treatment day after day, while the case will never change under investigation?"

Ethan really couldn't say these words.

If she were in her shoes, she would make the same choice as her, but if she is not strong enough, she will always do this, and sooner or later she will encounter a ghost.

"Have you exposed yourself?"

Looking at the short-haired woman, Ethan asked with a cold face.

"I don't know, but it probably won't be." The short-haired woman was still a little flustered and said hesitantly: "I wore a hood from the time I got in the car to the time I left, and I also avoided places where there might be cameras."

"Well, everything is just like you taught me."

"Waterfa."

Ethan twitched the corners of his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't taught you anything."

"oh."

The short-haired woman lowered her head: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

"But I couldn't help seeing those people." She raised her head and looked at Ethan with bright eyes: "I can't watch what happened to me happen to others."

From last night to now.

This short-haired woman kept revealing a message as she spoke.

What happened to her.

However, the perpetrators were not punished. No matter which branch accepted the case, the matter was never resolved.

She kept running around in vain and fell into a state where she had nowhere to vent her grievances.

"What happened to you?"

Seeing the longing look in her eyes, Ethan simply cooperated with her and asked why.

The short-haired woman said nothing and hooked up the shoulder straps of her skirt.

In the headlights, in the moonlight.

The skirt slipped quietly.

His body was covered in scars and looked creepy.

Many areas had healed, but it was still possible to tell that she had suffered an extremely brutal beating before.

"Me and my husband."

The short-haired woman didn't care about Ethan's gaze. Her chest rose and fell sharply and her voice trembled as she said, "We went to the park to walk the dog. We don't know when it will disappear from us."

"Following the sound, we found a bridge hole."

"He was inside, playing with three black men, and we came up and tried to get the dog back."

The short-haired woman raised her hand and scraped at the scar on her body tremblingly:

"Wallet, cell phone."

"Hand over all the valuable things, and those people are still not satisfied."

"The beating and violence lasted so long that I thought time had stopped passing, and continued until I fainted."

She slowly put on her clothes and looked at Ethan:

"When I woke up, I heard the news of my husband's death. I lay in the hospital for almost a month before I could get out of the bed."

"I have been to the police station many times, and every time, I was told to wait for news." At this point, she turned her head and looked at the sparkling lake: "You are a policeman. When you shoot a criminal, your hands will Shaking?"

"My hands are not shaking at all tonight."

"I know what I'm doing."

Ethan bit his cigarette, puffed out a puff of smoke, and furrowed his eyebrows.

This woman fell into the mood of revenge.

Killing those scum made her feel that she was doing something righteous and cleaning up the debris in this society.

So far, she has not encountered any setbacks.

So this woman would find this kind of thing very simple and very enjoyable.

The boundary between right and wrong has been blurred for her, but for a normal person, this should not be blurred, otherwise it will be difficult to get out in the future.

If she continues to do this, she will reach her only and inevitable ending before long.

"You can't do this kind of thing anymore, stop it."

Ethan flicked off the cigarette butt and said in a deep voice: "I will check the case tomorrow. If you don't reveal any flaws tonight, you can go to the reception sergeant of the 21st Precinct tomorrow."

"Do what you just did again."

His voice paused, and he continued: "I will find an excuse to take over the case and help you find the three murderers."

"No matter what, you need to live a normal life."

Looking at the woman, Ethan smiled and said, "I think this is what your husband wants to see."

This is also a poor man who deserves redemption.

If conditions permit, I can give her a hand.

"What if I refuse?"

The short-haired woman turned her head and asked with tears in her eyes.

"I will kill you."

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked at her coldly: "According to my judgment, maybe you can die more happily this way."