My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chicago Hospital.

There were people everywhere in the waiting area.

The corner seemed a little secluded. Burgess put his hands behind his back and quietly stretched out to the side, hooking his small and big hands together.

After feeling the warmth for a while, she let go of her hand:

"I'm fine."

Shaking her ponytail, she whispered again: "Sorry, I can't go there tonight."

"Someone needs to guard this place."

Ethan nodded and said nothing.

The two people staying at home now were not suitable for her to go to, and getting to know those guys would do her no good at all.

"Gudu~"

Next to him, there was a abdominal rumble.

Burgess held his stomach in embarrassment. He had not eaten dinner in the first place. After this incident, he felt even more hungry.

"It's okay, I'm hungry too."

Ethan was so hungry now that he was scratching his heart and lungs. He quickly stood up:

"Just wait, I'll buy some food and come back."

It happened very coincidentally, and most of the people above were probably on an empty stomach.

He found a fast food restaurant and packed up a lot of hamburgers.

"Hey."

As soon as the elevator door opened, Ethan raised the heavy bag in his hand: "I have food here, everyone can help themselves."

As soon as he said these words, a group of people rushed over.

Sounds of thanks came one after another.

After a while, there was a sound of chewing outside the ward. Whether they were patrolmen or plainclothes, they all grabbed hamburgers and devoured them without any appearance or caring about their eating appearance.

When the little nurse passing by saw this scene, she felt funny and sad at the same time.

It wasn't until both people's operations were completed and it was determined that there was no life-threatening danger that most people left one after another.

Among them, Ethan was also included.

The two unexpected visitors at home must have been waiting for a long time.

As soon as he got home, he smiled dumbly.

Sandro was sitting on a lounge chair outside with a glass of red wine in his hand, while Matt was swimming happily in the swimming pool wearing a pair of midi pants. Neither of them seemed to be emotionally affected.

Just play when you have to, no need to be polite.

"You're back?"

Hearing the noise, Sandro stood up quickly: "How's it going? Nothing serious happened, right?"

"Please."

Matt climbed out of the swimming pool with a splash and said breathlessly: "This is Chicago, what big thing can happen."

Compared with the things he played abroad, these were child's play.

A single manipulation of Dupin Network can scare many people.

"It's okay, nothing happened."

Ethan grabbed the remaining half bottle of whiskey and walked out of the living room and came to the swimming pool: "But I need to finish this matter before I can leave. I met a more difficult guy."

Hearing this, both of them looked happy.

"no problem."

Matt smiled and pushed his hair back: "There's no rush. We'll stay at your place for the next two days. Is there any problem?"

"has a problem."

Ethan replied casually and took a sip of whiskey.

Seeing Matt's slightly stiff expression, he smiled: "When you call a woman, just don't forget to share my share."

"Hahaha."

Matt laughed heartily, flipped over, and exploded into the swimming pool.

"Thanks."

Sandro fist-bumped Ethan gratefully, and then brought up the past: "Please accept it, don't be polite."

In his way of thinking, he is used to using money to solve problems.

If he wasn't afraid of being too exaggerated, he would be willing to give more. Money doesn't mean much to him. Making money in his position is as easy as drinking water. The important thing is to build a network of relationships.

"How embarrassing."

Looking at the bank card in the other person's hand, Ethan took it with a smile.

He missed out on a windfall during the day and was immediately greeted by a boy giving him money at night. All this made him feel that life was really interesting.

Sandro was a little stunned when he heard what the other party said.

Before he could react, Ethan took the bank card away again.

"Ha ha."

Matt laughed a few more times, soaked in the water and said, "This guy will still take it even if you give him tens of millions. What makes you think he will be embarrassed?"

"Fakeyu."

Ethan showed him his middle finger and put his bank card in his trouser pocket.

After asking for the password, you have to go inside.

"Hey, don't worry."

When Matt saw him about to enter the house, he quickly splashed the water: "Please, there are only three of us men now. Life shouldn't be like this. We need a little fun."

"Give Sandro your phone number. Don't worry, he will be responsible for all expenses."

The work these two people do is that they don’t know what will happen tomorrow. When given the opportunity, they will never treat themselves badly.

This is especially true for Sandro. To him, money is just a number.

His family members were dead, and nothing mattered to him. During this period, he relied on alcohol and women to anesthetize himself. Otherwise, the thought of revenge would torture him and go crazy.

"That's right."

Sandro opened his arms and shouted in a slightly Colombian accent: "Please, we need to see the passion of a Chicago girl!"

"You two guys."

Ethan shook his head and said helplessly: "It's so shameless."

He took out his mobile phone and gave Sandro the contact information of the party planner. He walked inside holding up the whiskey: "I like white people, Latin ones are fine too, and they have good skin."

Amid their laughter, Ethan came to the kitchen.

I just ate two burgers, which was just to satisfy my stomach. I still need to get myself something to eat.

Take out the things you bought earlier from the refrigerator.

Cut the beef brisket to the right size and blanch it.

Side dishes and other things are also prepared in an orderly manner. Cooking an occasional meal can help you find some peace in your stressful life.

As the aroma began to waft from the kitchen, the door dinged.

Sandro's handiwork shocked Ethan.

In the blink of an eye, the backyard became lively, and the number of people in the house changed from only three to more than thirty.

I don’t know if those two old men can bear it.

Next to the swimming pool has turned into a large party scene, with wine pool and meat forest, which is extremely fragrant.

Looking at Sandro surrounded by a group of beauties, Ethan suddenly understood how he felt. This guy was too lonely and needed this kind of thing to prove that he was still alive.

He curled his lips and opened the lid of the pot.

The juice of the beef brisket has become thick, and then it is enough to reduce the juice over high heat.

The charming aroma spreads throughout the kitchen.

"It smells so good."

A delicate voice sounded from below, and the red-haired girl wearing black-rimmed glasses raised her head. She asked with a smile: "It should taste good. Can you give me some later?"

"piece of cake."

Ethan picked up a piece of beef brisket and stuffed it into her mouth: "But let's finish your business."

"Woo~"

The red-haired girl groaned and nodded with satisfaction.

After blowing cool air on the beef brisket and putting it into his mouth, Ethan squinted his eyes and savored the pleasant feeling.

Precinct 21.

When he arrived at the Chase Room, Ethan's steps were a little unsteady.

There are also rare dark circles on his face.

"Boss."

Seeing him like this, Nadia stood up quickly: "Let me get you a cup of coffee. Don't be too tired. I believe you will catch the murderer soon."

"Thanks."

Ethan forced a smile and waved.

That's right, you can't overwork yourself. If you have too much, you'll almost be unable to bear it.

I didn't sleep all night, and when I went out in the morning, I felt like a tough man emerging from a woman's nest, which was a bit embarrassing.

Everyone else came to the Chase Room.

Even if something like this happened, he was the only one who still went to work on time as usual.

"Say it."

Yawning, Ethan sat on Horsted's desk: "What clues have we got so far?"

"The deceased has been identified."

Antonio flipped through the information in his hand and walked to the whiteboard: "He was the chairman of the psychology department at Chicago Central University. He has retired. He is 73 years old this year."

"The background situation has been investigated clearly."

He pointed to the photo in the bathtub, and then moved to the ID photo next to it: "Model citizen, no criminal record, no enemies."

The whiteboard was already covered with photos they had compiled.

Ethan hammered his waist and frowned.

It is difficult to connect the two photos with the bloody corpse in the bathtub and the silver-haired elder wearing academic robes next to him.

"Thanks."

Taking the cup from Nadia, he took a sip of coffee: "This is a poor guy. He must be involved in some terrible things."

"yes!"

Antonio shook his head and sighed: "After working hard all my life, who would have thought that we would end up like this."

He was over seventy years old and his body was left intact.

This kind of thing makes everyone feel a little sad.

"Where's that dignitary?"

Rusek looked at the case file in his hand and thought of something: "Didn't Burgess and Roman do it to eliminate the threat to the dignitary from the beginning?"

"Has anyone checked this direction?"

"I checked." Irene shook the information in her hand and said helplessly:

"As Antonio said, this is a model citizen. He has not made any outrageous remarks on the Internet, nor has he made any verbal threats to anyone."

"As for the person who attacked him, we don't know."

"No matter who it is." Ethan threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth and frowned: "The purpose behind it must not be simple."

"This guy can kill someone and then leave quietly."

"Why do you do so many things and lay so many traps?"

"wrong!"

He thought of something and jumped down from the table:

"The direction is wrong. I suspect it has nothing to do with that political figure. The other party just wants to use information that threatens the political figure to attract our people."

"If the purpose was to assassinate political figures, the murderer would not have done so many things."

"that person."

Ethan looked at everyone and knocked on the whiteboard: "He wants to use us to do something, as for what."

"I think the murderer must have left clues at the scene."

Without saying anything, several people immediately started looking through the case files. Those who should check the surveillance continued to stare at the screen.

Ethan walked into the office carrying coffee.

He quietly glanced outside, turned the back of his office chair to face the door, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

"Dong dong."

I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but there’s a knock on the door.

"Boss."

Atwater walked in quickly. He held up the photo in his hand and said excitedly: "We found something."

But, there was no response.

Listening to the other party's slow breathing, he coughed awkwardly: "Boss."

I don't want to disturb you, but things are urgent now.

Not knowing what he did last night, it was the first time he saw the other party like this. Atwater scratched his head in confusion.

"Um?"

Ethan quickly opened his eyes: "I didn't sleep."

Atwater suppressed a smile and handed over the photo: "The surveillance outside the house captured this car stopping outside that small building."

"We checked and it belongs to a guy named Travis Webb."

"A drug addict with a history of theft."

Taking the photo, Ethan rubbed his eyes. It was a surveillance screenshot of the license plate number, and the other was a jail photo of a white man.

After resting for a while, I felt much more energetic.

He raised his head and tapped the photo:

"address?"

"Checked it out."

Atwater nodded and said, "Just near Purkiss Park, Tevez owns a motorcycle repair shop. Regardless of whether he is the murderer or not, we feel it is necessary to go and take a look."

"His home address has also been found."

"Very good, you and me." Ethan waved his hand and paused for a moment: "Forget it, I'll go too and call the bomb disposal team."

After what happened last night, I wouldn't worry if I didn't go.

Stretching, he walked out of the office: "Rusek, Eileen, follow me to the motorcycle repair shop. The others can go to this address and wait until the bomb disposal team comes over before they can take action."

"clear."

Everyone outside was already ready to leave, and they all started to move as soon as Ethan gave the order.

The vehicle pulled over with its police lights flashing.

As soon as the car door was closed, the patrol officer who had arrived at the scene early quickly came forward and said, "Chief, the scene is under control, and there are people watching at the back door."

"Thanks."

Shaking hands with him, Ethan led the people and continued to move forward.

When he came over, he asked the nearby patrol police to come and take a look. He found that the repair shop had not opened yet and the car was parked outside. Ethan immediately notified the patrol police to control the scene.

He had a hunch that this guy named Tevez was not the murderer.

Moreover, something happened.

The guy who could plan what happened last night wouldn't leave such obvious flaws.

In front of it is a bungalow warehouse.

Several well-dressed guys arrived at almost the same time as them. They were the bomb disposal team that they had cooperated with last night.

"Hey, please."

Ethan shook hands with the leading commander: "I hope I'm too sensitive."

"Don't say that."

The other party did not underestimate Ethan's age, he said solemnly: "If something like this happens, you can never be too careful."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the bomb disposal team immediately got to work.

Professional matters should be left to professional people. Ethan and the others just watched from the sidelines and were not in a hurry to step forward. There were some dangers that there was no need to take.

Ten minutes later, a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.

The commander of the bomb disposal team just now finally ran over quickly. After some activities, his face was covered with sweat.

"follow me."

He wiped his sweat and said hurriedly: "It's almost the same as last night, there are also shotgun traps."

"But I did a radioactive test and there shouldn't be a bomb inside."