My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the apartment, the black-haired woman looked at Ethan in surprise, holding the cigarette filter tightly.

"Uh-huh."

Erin immediately pulled out her Glock and pointed nervously at the window.

"Don't shoot."

A few seconds later, a trembling voice came from outside: "I don't have any weapons on me."

Hey, old fritter.

Ethan knocked on the window again and said impatiently: "Come in quickly, otherwise, I can't guarantee whether there will be any accidents later."

With such a person outside, it was impossible for the black-haired woman to speak.

Therefore, we have to deal with the people first.

The dark soles of his feet trembled as he stepped on the windowsill. An old black man with a mustache bent down with a smile.

He really couldn't carry a weapon like this.

The only thing she had was a pair of pink underwear.

The taste was so strong that Ethan grabbed his neck angrily and pushed the guy back into the room. Lao Hei fell to the ground with a plop.

Before he could cry out in pain, he pressed Old Hei's head again:

"Come, come and walk with me."

Ethan dragged him all the way outside, not giving him any chance to make eye contact with the black-haired woman, and covering his mouth tightly.

Amidst a burst of hesitation, the two came to the corridor.

"be honest."

Ethan gave the man a casual push and knocked the man to the ground: "Don't move around, be smart."

Lao Hei raised his head and looked over angrily.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only squat down and look nervously into the room.

This guy is not an honest master either.

As soon as he heard about the Chicago police, he immediately hid, and no one believed him if there was nothing wrong.

Ethan also pointed him at the gun, intentionally or unintentionally.

Irene was responsible for the interrogation in the house, and the other party was also a veteran police detective. This kind of thing was not difficult, especially since the woman was still on bail.

If another case is uncovered, we will be in great trouble.

In this case, don't worry about her not cooperating.

A few minutes later, Irene walked out of the room angrily. She quickly walked up to Old Hei with a mustache and pushed him to the ground hard: "Mom, where did you get that ring?"

"Bang."

Mustache's head was knocked hard to the ground, and he gritted his teeth and let out a cry of pain.

He tried to struggle, but Eileen held his arm tightly.

This guy had a ferocious face, breathing hard and blowing up a puff of dust.

Ethan was stunned, and then became excited. Today there were really one accident after another, and he was really lucky. Unexpectedly, he still had the same boyfriend.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

Mustache endured the severe pain and shouted into the room: "How dare you testify against me, I won't let you go."

Hearing this, Irene broke it off with all her strength.

"ah!!!"

Screams resounded in the corridor.

Threatening in front of the police showed that she didn't take herself seriously at all. Irene said a little harder: "Tell me, how did you get that ring?"

"Xie Te." Mustache grabbed the ground with his head and shouted in pain:

"Bichi, I don't know what you are talking about."

What happened to Belle made Erin feel angry and wanted to find someone to practice her skills with.

Hearing this, he pushed forward with a knee.

"Ah~"

There was another shrill cry.

"It's none of your business." Ethan noticed that the resident next to him quietly opened the door, raised his police badge and shouted: "Don't ask for trouble."

The sound of door closing sounded one after another.

Being wise and protecting yourself is the way of survival for many people.

If you want to live longer, you should know some things and don't ask around.

"I said, I said."

Mustache Lao Hei's shoulder blades were rattling. He couldn't bear the pain and said hurriedly: "One night, I was walking on the roadside and saw a ring falling on the side of the road."

"You know, this kind of stuff makes women happy."

"So, I picked it up."

"You know, if you don't pick up something good, you would be a fool."

He panted heavily and continued to explain: "Believe me, I don't understand why you came here. Damn it, please let go."

Erin gritted her teeth and raised her head to look at Ethan. If this was the case, it would be troublesome.

With a flash of silver light, Ethan threw the handcuffs over:

"Take it back and talk about it later."

No matter what he says now, take the people back first and let Bain come and take a look. Naturally, everything will be known.

I don't believe that she can't recognize him because of his shameless appearance.

The silver Volvo came to a screeching halt at the front door of the police station.

Bain didn't get out of the car in a hurry. She took off the makeup mirror with trembling fingers, checked her makeup, and took a few deep breaths.

Unexpectedly, the call came so quickly.

It had only been a few hours before it got dark when she received a notice from the policeman asking her to come over and identify him.

At first, she thought she heard wrong.

After confirming again and again, I hurried over. Now my brain's thoughts are still in an extremely chaotic state.

After regaining her composure, she took out another cigarette.

Turning the lighter with trembling fingers, she lit it on the trembling flame. After blowing out several clouds of smoke, Bain pushed the car door open, and she stamped out most of the remaining cigarette.

He walked quickly towards the steps.

As soon as they arrived at the reception hall, the police sergeant in white uniform hurriedly greeted him.

"Hey."

Pilates held Bain's shoulders with both hands and comforted softly: "I'm sorry, you have to do this kind of thing. If you can't stand it, you can tell me at any time, do you understand?"

"Thanks."

Bain nodded and grabbed the shoulder strap of his backpack: "I can bear it."

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

"That's okay." Pilates put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the side: "The identification room is inside, and they are waiting for you."

Bain said no more and followed the other party mechanically.

I felt scared and anxious.

I don’t know how to face what’s coming next, what if I don’t recognize it.

It wasn't until she saw the smiling guy leaning on the wall that her chaotic thoughts stabilized, and she felt much more at ease.

"Please take a trip."

Ethan stretched out his hand and said to Bain: "There are several people inside. I need you to identify the person who violently assaulted you that night."

"Don't be nervous, the glass is one-way, only you can see each other."

Looking at the slender big hand, Bain quickly held it: "Thank you, I don't know what to say."

"fine."

Ethan shrugged and said don't take it to heart.

It's not certain whether the real owner is caught, and a little bit of luck is needed next.

A few people from the intelligence team also came down.

Accompanied by them, Bain slowly walked into the identification room.

In the small room opposite, there were six black men wearing white vests standing, with number slips taped to the wall behind them.

Bain knew that all she had to do was name one of the numbers.

His eyes moved slowly.

I’ve never seen it, I don’t know it, I’m very unfamiliar.

When she moved to the fourth person's face, her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.