My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The vehicle slid slowly on the campus road.

The sunlight passes through the gaps between the branches and leaves, leaving spots on the car body.

Looking at the energetic young students, Ethan quickly became energetic. His eyes followed the pairs of long white legs swinging back and forth, and his face was full of smiles.

"That's it."

Erin stopped the car and pulled up the handbrake: "The teaching building of the Department of Psychology."

I just found out about this place after asking two girls.

Erin quickly stretched out her hand, pulled Ethan's ear over, rolled her eyes and asked, "Be serious, I'm at work. Do you think this Professor Weber did this?"

"I know, let go."

Ethan grinned and slapped her fingers away: "Patricide and son-killing are unlikely."

"But the two deceased people had a deep relationship with him. Professor Weber must know something, and we need to find him."

After a brief exchange of words, the two opened the car door.

Find people, they are enough.

Rusek wanted to follow up just now and asked Ethan to rush back. The police station needs more manpower.

After some more inquiries, I finally found the lecture theater where Professor Weber taught.

Thinking of the crowd of people inside, Irene felt a little frightened. She quickly took a step back and motioned for Ethan to come forward, and she could just follow.

"Huh."

Ethan unceremoniously pushed open the door to the lecture theater, but let out a question.

The classroom at Nuo University was empty.

There was only one person sitting at the bottom, with red hair swaying slightly.

The projection screen at the front of the classroom only showed the computer desktop background, and it didn't look like there was going to be a class at all.

Make eye contact with Erin and walk into the classroom together.

"excuse me."

He walked down the steps quickly and asked loudly: "Does Professor Weber teach in this classroom?"

"That's right."

The red-haired girl took off her black-rimmed glasses and looked back: "I am his teaching assistant. Professor Weber is late, so I canceled today's class."

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

The female assistant coach and Ethan both blinked rapidly.

Ethan thought of the other party's wildly shaking buttocks and high-pitched shouts, but what he saw in front of him was a slovenly female assistant.

When she saw Ethan, the female assistant coach was breathing rapidly.

My legs went weak and I almost lost my balance.

"Um."

Seeing that she was about to reveal his secret, Ethan coughed heavily: "This is the Chicago police. We have something to talk to Professor Weber about. Why is he late? Has he contacted you?"

"ah?"

When the female assistant teacher heard the name Chicago police, she was confused.

Living in a mansion in Hyde Park and spending more than ten or two hundred thousand dollars a night, a Chicago police officer? Who are you kidding?

"Has he contacted you?"

Ethan lifted up the corner of his clothes and showed the silver five-pointed star, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

When he saw the badge, the other party finally came to his senses.

"Sorry." She glanced at the other person in surprise, shook her head quickly and said, "No, I called him just now, but no one answered, so I canceled the class."

The female assistant coach's expression quickly regained her composure.

What happened last night, and now there are other people, she dare not mention.

Compared to Ethan, she didn't want outsiders to know that she was doing that part-time job in her spare time, just to make some money and bring herself some happiness, and she didn't want it to affect her real life.

"What you mean is that Professor Weber has not contacted you."

Erin didn't take it to heart that the other party showed a hint of surprise just now. Ninety percent of people would have this reaction when seeing the police. She continued to ask: "No phone calls or emails."

"No, that's what I meant."

The female teaching assistant continued to shake her head: "Nothing, what happened to Professor Weber?"

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly and immediately took out his phone to call Antonio: "Professor Weber is not at work. I suspect something has happened to him. Please take someone to his home to have a look."

"Okay, let's go right away." Antonio's voice sounded:

"By the way, I found out that Professor Weber applied for a personal restraint order from the court against a guy named Spencer York."

"Spencer York?" Ethan frowned:

"Ignore him for now, you and Horsted go find someone and pay attention to safety."

Find the person first and then talk about it. As for other clues, there is no rush. Ethan hangs up the phone casually.

"York?"

When the female assistant teacher heard these words, she was nervous at first, and then asked curiously: "Did you just talk about Spencer York?"

"That's right."

Ethan looked at her: "Do you know this person?"

"certainly."

The female teaching assistant stood up and said nervously: "We used to take Professor Weber's PhD exam together. During the defense process, he had a nervous breakdown."

"I don't know, maybe it's bipolar disorder or something."

"It scared us at the time."

"That's right." She walked quickly to the podium: "I have a video here, you will know after watching it."

The two of them followed her to the podium, and the female teaching assistant opened her laptop.

Soon, she found a video.

Above is a defense scene. A thin white man is talking eloquently. His body language is very excited and he looks a little crazy.

A deep voice signaled him to calm down.

Then, he pointed out various problems in the other party's arguments. Even though Ethan didn't understand academics, he could still hear that these were all negative words.

According to what I heard, this skinny white man was definitely out of luck.

The two quickly turned from an academic discussion into an argument.

The computer speaker sounded the angry roar of this dry and thin man: "You don't understand my theory at all. I will prove it to you. I will definitely do it."

Next, two security guards came in.

When the dry and thin man was dragged out, the female assistant coach hit the pause button here.

"This is York."

She stretched out her finger and clicked on the screen: "I heard that Professor Weber also applied for an injunction against him after this."

"You just said that."

The female assistant teacher swallowed: "Did something happen to Professor Weber?"

Out of nowhere, two police detectives came to her door, which gave her a bad feeling.

"We're not sure yet." Ethan remembered York's roaring words just now and knocked on the podium: "What is York's paper mainly about? Can you briefly explain it to us?"

"I can't remember the specific things either." The female assistant coach slowly shook her head:

"I just roughly remember that his main point is how to transfer one person's mental trauma to another person."

"Hiss~"

Erin took a breath and looked at Ethan in shock: "Is it possible that York is practicing his views?"

"What practice."

The female teaching assistant was tortured to death by curiosity. She asked hurriedly:

"Please, what happened?"