My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There was silence in the main room.

The only sound was the scratching sound of a pen falling on the whiteboard.

As the last stroke came down, Erin threw the big pen aside, crossed her arms, and started thinking along with the others behind her.

It's been so long that the crime scene means nothing.

So they can only look for a place to start based on existing clues, which is not an easy task.

"I have a proposal."

Rusek raised his hand: "Why don't we call Bain back, and we can find a sketch expert for her."

"Maybe she can recall some new details."

"This is unreliable." Antonio shook his head and objected, leaning back in his chair: "Memories will only become blurred over time. Only when she really sees those people will the memories deep in her heart be resurrected."

With Rusek taking the lead, others came forward with suggestions.

However, these suggestions were rejected one after another.

If it were really that easy, it wouldn't be an unsolved case at the 31st Branch. The impact of this kind of case would be quite bad.

If given the chance, of course they would like to successfully crack it.

The reason why we were able to hand over the case so quickly this time was that there was really nothing we could do. Let's just take a look at the capabilities of the 21st Precinct.

If things continue to be the same by then, they will inevitably be laughed at.

"damn it."

Irene was a little anxious. She clenched her fists and said, "Almost all methods have been tried by the 31st Precinct. This seems too difficult."

As a woman, she saw what happened to Bain and felt pain in her heart.

If given the chance, she would definitely deal with those beasts.

"Do you have any idea?"

She looked at Ethan who was sitting in his chair. He was lying half-lying with his feet on the table, flipping through the cases.

Of the few people present, he was the only one who had not expressed an opinion.

"Do not be discouraged."

Ethan grabbed a photo and looked at it carefully: "What you just said is not necessarily a bad thing."

"The 31st Precinct is equivalent to helping us make mistakes, isn't it?"

"Eliminate wrong answers."

He flicked the photo in his hand, his eyes shining: "The rest is the correct answer!"

"what is that?"

Eileen took the photo away from him without any courtesy.

Inside, is a photo of a diamond ring.

The ring setting above is very exquisite, it looks like a blooming petal, with a diamond inlaid at the stamen.

"This is Belle's wedding ring that was stolen from her."

Ethan stood up and strode to the whiteboard: "I just studied the case file and the 31st Branch has not traced this ring."

"After all, it's very inconspicuous."

"But I feel like this is our opportunity."

They had just made a copy of all the photos in the case file.

Hearing this, everyone dug out the photo.

"Please."

Atwater pinched his index finger and thumb and made a trivial gesture: "It's just such a small amount, where can we find it?"

"They give it to a certain girl and just put it on her hand."

He shrugged and scratched his head:

"As much as I'd like to, we can't look at girls' fingers all over the street."

Others also nodded.

They couldn't figure out what kind of opportunity this was.

"At least it's a start." Ethan took back the photo and shook it in his hand: "There is no more smart way, now we can only try the stupid way."

"These people are most likely gang members."

He paced back and forth and looked at everyone: "I believe you all know that these guys can't keep money."

"I think it's very possible that they will pawn the diamond ring."

"At this time, it depends on our luck."

A short mule gets poorer at three and gets richer at five.

When you have no money, you will naturally find a way to sell your valuable things. You can't eat or drink diamond rings, those have the fragrance of leaves, and those have the beauty of flour.

As for redemption, that doesn't exist.

His method has certain operability, but of course it also depends on luck.

"That's right, let's start from here." Ethan waved and snapped his fingers, confirming his judgment: "Starting from the park where the crime occurred, find all the jewelry stores and pawn shops within a 20-minute drive."

"By the way, don't look for the high-end ones, it's best to go to a small store."

"To be able to move around in that park, those people must be from surrounding gangs. They don't dare to stray too far from their territory."

"This will help us reduce our goals."

Gang members have a very strong sense of territory. Under normal circumstances, they will not go too far to play, which means danger.

As Ethan finished his words, everyone got busy.

Although it sounds a bit fanciful.

However, they thought about it and realized that there was indeed a chance. When they were helpless, it was still worth trying.

After more than half an hour, a map was covered on the whiteboard.

Although the target has been reduced a bit, it is still marked with dense red dots.

Each red dot represents a place that needs to be searched.

"The workload is a bit heavy."

Ethan scratched his chin and looked at the map: "We will split up this time. Each person is responsible for an area. This ring has obvious features, so don't miss it."

Grab the pen and draw seven squares on it.

Then mark it with the serial number, everyone has a share.

After copying the map, everyone except Nadia grabbed their car keys and left the police station, starting to look for the needle in the haystack.

"Swish."

With a stroke of the pen, a red dot on the map was crossed out.

Looking at the dense red crosses on it, Ethan had a headache and didn't know if his idea was right or wrong.

But regardless of right or wrong, there is no reason to give up halfway.

He took a vicious bite of the cold sandwich, stepped on the accelerator hard, and drove to the next place.

A few minutes later, I came to a jewelry pawn shop.

Close the car door and walk in quickly.

"Ding dong."

The air-conditioning inside shocked him.

"Hello."

The white man sitting behind the counter stood up with his belly puffed out. He said hello and smiled.

"Chicago police."

Ethan lifted up his clothes and showed his police badge, while handing the photo to the man.

"this thing."

He stared into the white man's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Have you seen this?"

"hehe."

The man glanced at the photo and said cheerfully: "Police officer, we never accept stolen goods here. I have never seen the thing you mentioned."

The brown eyes tilted to the left uncontrollably.

The movements were quite subtle and fleeting, but this could not escape Ethan's keen eyes.

In my heart, I suddenly became excited.

"hehe."

He grinned with a smile on his face and looked at the bald white man with cold eyes:

"Excuse me, when did I say it was stolen property?"