My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Lake breeze hunting.

The two stood on the lake embankment, looking at each other.

Looking at the other person's eyes, the short-haired woman felt frightened.

What the other party said sounded like a joke, but she somehow felt that the strange policeman in front of her could say it and do it.

"You help me find the murderer?"

She thought for a moment and stretched out her arm to Ethan: "You promise to do your best?"

"I promise."

Ethan nodded and held her hand.

We can't let her continue to do things. Sooner or later there will be a big mess. It's better to take the initiative to take over the matter.

The other party's experience also made Ethan feel compassion.

No matter who it is, no one should have to endure that kind of thing. It is no wonder that the woman chose to pick up a gun and move from victim to perpetrator.

"You are a very strange person." The short-haired woman held Ethan's hand tightly and said puzzledly: "Why did you choose to help me and just made such a threat? You are still a very contradictory person. .”

"It's not contradictory at all." Ethan let go of his hand and showed his white teeth: "Help you because I want to do this."

"Threatening you is for the same reason."

Seeing how pitiful you are, I will help you.

But if you threaten me because of your chaos, I will destroy you.

Ethan’s thoughts are that simple.

It was difficult for the short-haired woman to understand his thoughts, but she could hear the domineering tone in his voice. Her body trembled and she did not dare to say anything more.

"my name."

She was quiet for a moment, then opened her mouth to say her message.

"If you are careful enough." Ethan waved his hand and interrupted her: "I will naturally know tomorrow. On the other hand, there is no point in knowing now."

"Let's go back."

After looking at his watch, he strode towards the bottom of the lake embankment.

A gust of night wind blew, and the short-haired woman crossed her arms and quickly walked down the steps.

the next day.

In the Chase Room, Jane's meeting is in progress.

Ethan sat on Horsted's table, eating potato chips one bite at a time.

"That's just the way it is."

Rusek pointed to a few photos on the whiteboard, frowned and said, "You can say that this person is a novice. There is nothing useful left at the scene, and the surveillance screen only captured a corner of his back."

"But I'm a veteran. Everyone has seen the crime scene."

"Whether it's the means of committing crimes or marksmanship, it's completely the work of a novice, full of randomness."

In the surveillance screenshot, only a blurry back figure can be seen.

It's just a corner, and you can barely tell that the person is wearing a hood. His height, weight, and race cannot be identified from the photo.

That's all they found after two hours of comparison.

After all, the station location is in the South District.

Many surveillance cameras have been damaged by humans and cannot be repaired.

"About these two deceased people." Rusek waved his arm and tapped on the two nearby photos: "Atwater and I have confirmed their identities."

"They are all quasi-gang members from the South District with a bad record."

"He often robs and molests people on the subway. Anyway, he is the kind of street gangster who dares not do big things and keeps doing small things."

"The enemies have also been investigated."

He looked at everyone, shrugged and said: "I found that the two of them often cause trouble everywhere, so there is no point in investigating."

Ethan clicked his chips and nodded with satisfaction.

The expression on his face was emotionless.

"random."

Olinsky chewed the candy, shook his head and said: "I hate this word. I have always hated this word since I was a policeman until now."

Random means that they don’t know where to start if they want to start.

All methods that can be used to collect evidence on site have been tried.

The result is posted on the whiteboard.

The others also nodded with deep understanding. This kind of inexplicable case, where they had no idea what the shooter was doing, always made them feel powerless as if their strength was hitting the cotton.

"Boss." Rusek looked at Ethan and spread his hands:

"What do you think?"

The normal operation is to continue to expand the search scope and find the needle in the haystack.

"Boom."

The empty potato chip can was thrown into the trash can by Ethan: "You can do whatever you want."

"Shet."

He yawned boredly: "The dead are all scum."

Waving his hand, he walked into the office.

People outside looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. There are so many people dying like this all year round in the South District.

Most of them disappeared from this world quietly.

These few people just happened to be exposed.

After Ethan said this, they all lost interest. Olinsky put his feet on the table and said to Rusek: "If you are interested, zoom in on a few streets and take a look at the surrounding surveillance. "

Rusek was no fool. He rolled his eyes and put the photo away.

Next, check it out slowly.

Ethan sat in the office for half an hour and then walked out.

He held a bag of chocolate beans and winked at Irene: "I'm going to sit with Hank. Do you want to come with me?"

"OK."

Erin stood up and followed him downstairs.

She was too lazy to investigate this kind of case. Affected by Ethan's mood, the intelligence team was now in a state of collective fishing.

No one stipulates that the intelligence team must solve every case.

When going downstairs, Ethan slowed down a bit and handed the chocolate beans to Erin with some guilt, as compensation for taking advantage of her sympathy.

"Thanks."

Erin happily took the bag, put it in her mouth and chewed it.

I didn’t know it at all, but now I have become a tool man.

"Bang."

The iron gate opened and the two walked down the stairs.

The blonde woman wearing a black suspender skirt quickly walked up to the reception hall and went straight to the reception desk. She noticed so many people around her and gritted her teeth when she thought of what she had to do later.

Inexplicably, she felt that the person last night was trustworthy and could help her.

In order to avenge her husband, she risked her life.

"Please, help me."

She looked at Pratt and said with a trembling voice: "I don't know what to do."

"Um?"

Platt took off her glasses, glanced at the short-haired woman in front of her, and took a report form: "You can write down what happened, and we will provide you with help as soon as possible."

"No need to write."

The short-haired woman smiled with hot tears rolling down her eyes: "I'll just show it to you."

look?

Pratt was stunned. Reporting a crime was still useful.

The short-haired woman stopped talking nonsense and moved very quickly. In just a second or two, the black suspender skirt slipped off her body.

Last night, the light was bad.

She was also wearing underwear, which was shocking enough just like that.

The short-haired woman is now naked, and the large scars are even more conspicuous. The wounds that have not yet completely healed are bright red, crisscrossing her body in red and white.

There is no glamorous feeling at all, but rather extremely miserable.

Anyone can see what this woman has gone through.

Ethan frowned. From these scars, we could tell what kind of desperate struggle the other party made and how he was treated.

The original intention was to let her make the matter bigger and give herself a chance to intervene.

You have to have an excuse to intervene in a case.

You can't just rob someone else of a case they've been investigating for a long time without any reason. That's not how things work, and it's not in vain for others to bring the case to the General Administration's intelligence team.

Unexpectedly, she actually opened her wound directly.

Just let others watch.

"Shet."

Pratt's face was horrified. She grabbed the police jacket next to her and ran out of the reception desk.

Not only her, but Irene and several female patrolmen around her rushed forward, surrounded the short-haired woman, and looked at the scars on her body in shock.

In fact, this kind of thing is not easy for women with short hair.

During the questioning, she burst into tears.

"What are you looking at?" Pratt put his coat on her, put his hands on his hips, and angrily yelled at the male patrol officers around him: "You have nothing to do, please leave."

She is like a lioness, showing off her power in her own territory.

At this time, no one touched her.

It's really not suitable to continue looking at other people's naked appearance.

Ethan rubbed his nose and turned back upstairs.

Platt and others escorted the short-haired woman into the reception room and began to question her. Ethan didn't need to teach her the rest. She just needed to tell the whole story.

Ten minutes later, the lioness strode out of the reception room.

She grabbed the phone and roared.

Platt is the receptionist sergeant. In addition to managing the patrol police, a considerable part of his work involves dealing with various branches. He usually remains anonymous, but his connections will be revealed at critical times.

This case was snatched away from her without Ethan taking action at all.

Not only that, Pratt also rushed upstairs to find Ethan directly, asking him to take over the case and give it priority.

Sometimes, it's just that simple.

The short-haired woman was quickly taken to the intelligence team and the relevant records were started again.

This time, it was a formal meeting.

Although the short-haired woman was surprised by Ethan's identity, she cleverly pretended not to recognize him and walked into the tea room with Irene.

Relevant case files were quickly sent over by patrol police from other branches.

After all this trouble, Ethan naturally knew the name of the short-haired woman.

Bain.

The case file was distributed to everyone in the intelligence team. They looked at the photos inside and frowned.

This was the evidence collected after the incident, and it looked even more tragic than now. Bain could hardly be seen in the photo, and her husband's skull was crushed.

It looked like a corner of his head was missing.

"damn it."

Looking at the photo, Antonio slammed the table hard: "Do those people in the 31st Precinct only drink coffee every day?"

They already know what happened down there just now.

Now that I saw the photos of the incident, I was even more filled with anger. The convenience store shooter case had been forgotten, and I wanted to help Bain find the people who committed violence against her and her husband.

Ethan quickly flipped through the case files, needing to understand the details of the case as soon as possible.

Last night was just something Bain himself knew.

He also needs to study the situation investigated by the 31st Branch so that he can have a clear idea.

After the incident, a passerby called the police.

The perpetrators at that time had already fled, leaving only two people covered in wounds.

There are no surveillance videos around the park.

It cannot be said that the 31st Precinct did not try its best. They searched the park where the incident occurred several times and watched all the surrounding surveillance videos, but could not find any clues.

The sketch expert was also looked for, but Bain was hit hard on the head.

Afterwards, I only remembered some simple facial features, and all I drew were black faces, which didn't help.

The case just dragged on.

After closing the case file, Ethan knocked on the door of the tea room and pushed it open.

Inside, Erin, Platt and Nadia were chatting with Bain while helping her recall the situation when the crime occurred.

"That's it."

Ethan poked his thumb back: "You guys can get out."

In the intelligence team, he is the one who speaks the truth.

The three women stood up obediently. Pratt whispered a few words of comfort to Bain before leaving quickly.

"bump."

The door is closed.

"Bain." Ethan threw the case file onto the small round table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "You probably won't mind if I call you that."

"of course not."

Bain grabbed the tissue in his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't expect it."

"What didn't you expect?"

Ethan immediately interrupted her with a warning in his eyes: "Did you not expect that you would experience such a thing?"

"There is no way, there are a lot of scum, you are not very lucky."

I didn't expect that the other party would do things so flawlessly.

The case file shows that she is a radio host, and Bain is naturally quick-thinking.

She held the tissue and nodded silently.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you and your husband."

Ethan patted the case file and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, we will definitely find a way to help you find those murderers. If you need anything later, we will contact you."

"during this time."

He squinted at Bain and emphasized, "I hope you can stay at home. What you need now is more rest."

Unable to go out to investigate the case by herself, she ran out to do things here and there.

It's okay once or twice, but I can't guarantee the third time.

"I see."

Bain nodded and looked at Ethan with her blue eyes. She also plucked up the courage and emphasized in turn: "I will remember what you said."

The meaning is obvious, asking him to remember the promise he made.

"There are some people~"

Ethan was delighted when he heard this and sighed: "I've let her go twice already, and I don't know how to be grateful at all."

"I'm sorry." Bain's face turned red and he waved his hands in embarrassment: "Sorry, I didn't mean that. Thank you very much for your help."

"okay."

Ethan shrugged and stopped teasing her.

Next, after asking a few more questions as usual, the somewhat nervous Belle was sent away.

No matter how good Belle's psychological quality is, she will still be a little scared when she comes here after what she did. After all, she killed someone.

When I returned to the Chase Room, I found that many photos had been posted on the whiteboard.

Erin grabbed the pen and quickly wrote down the key points of the case. No one expected that the convenience store gunman they were discussing just now would be posted on the whiteboard as a victim.