My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Facing the female assistant's inquiry, Ethan revealed a little bit of the case to her.

Hearing that Professor Weber's son and mentor had been killed, the other party was shocked and couldn't believe what he heard.

"if."

Ethan snapped his fingers in front of her to bring her back to her senses: "If it is really York who is using real events to prove his argument, what do you think he will do?"

"how could I know?"

The female assistant's voice became trembling when she spoke: "I'm not a policeman."

"Hey."

Ethan stretched out his hand, slapped her on the shoulder, and kneaded her gently a few times: "Don't panic, there are still people whose lives are in danger now, and I need your help."

"You don't need to be a police officer. With York's academic argument, what would he do?"

This kind of thing also needs professionals to answer it.

At least, the other party also heard York's reply.

"That's right." The female teaching assistant stabilized her mind and thought: "If what you are talking about is really done by York, then Professor Weber will be fine."

"York's argument that trauma is transferable."

"Professor Weber is the object of his trauma transfer. He wants to use the professor to prove that his research is correct."

She rolled her eyes and looked at Ethan:

"If he wants to do something else, then he must target the people around Professor Weber."

"Thanks."

Ethan shook hands with her and asked Erin to leave.

In this case, it is almost certain that York is the murderer.

"What should we do?" Erin quickly followed up and said in an anxious tone: "If this York is the murderer, then what we are facing this time is a psycho, and a smart psycho at the same time."

"Inform Orlinsky and find Professor Weber's family."

Ethan pushed open the classroom door and said quickly: "Let's see if he has any relatives alive."

"at the same time."

Looking at Eileen, he continued: "Get York's address again. No matter if he did it or not, control it first."

York is saddled with a court injunction, and finding his address is easy.

I just don't know what I can find there.

Maybe that guy had already hidden somewhere. The two of them each picked up the phone and quickly explained the latest situation and what to do next. They had to act quickly now.

A breeze dispersed the smoke.

Ethan held a cigarette in his mouth and helped Irene tidy up her bulletproof vest. After putting it on, he pulled the Velcro tightly.

"That's it."

Erin patted her body and made a bang bang sound: "I hope it won't be of any use."

"Before you find that bastard, you have to wear it whenever you go to work." Ethan adjusted his bulletproof vest to be comfortable and flicked off the cigarette ashes: "Although I don't know what effect it will have."

"But it's better than nothing."

"Crazy and insane." Irene nodded and took off the half cigarette from his mouth:

"We really have to be careful when dealing with people like this."

They were chatting under the shade of a tree. Opposite was a small red building, which was York's residence.

Don't rush in to check, wait until someone comes over.

Several patrol policemen were pulling up warning tape, and many people were watching.

We just received a call that Antonio and the others had found someone at Professor Weber's residence. The person was tied to a chair. Just like what the female assistant said, he was not harmed.

Professor Weber just said that he was tied up by York. After the other party told a lot of nonsense, he left.

"coming."

Seeing the two cars coming from the corner, Irene quickly threw away the cigarette butts.

"Hey."

Rusek got out of the car first and said hurriedly: "I have bad news here. It has been confirmed that Professor Weber's wife Susanna is missing."

"Where she works, there are also clients she was supposed to meet today."

"We contacted her and they all said they didn't see her."

"Shet."

When Erin heard this, she kicked the car hard.

Everything was the same as what the female assistant teacher said. That bastard wanted to prove his academic arguments to Professor Weber through real-life cases.

If such people are not crazy, then no one is crazy.

"In this case, Weber's wife is probably in this house." Atwater also strode over and made his own guess: "Shet, I hope we don't find another body in there."

"That's what we need to find out."

Ethan replied to him and greeted the bomb disposal team again.

He knew in his heart that there was no one alive in the house.

As for whether there is a dead person, we still need to check it before we know it. By the way, we also need to check whether there are any clues left by York in the house.

After some preparations, the bomb disposal team began to work.

Several people wearing explosion-proof suits pushed open the small door of the front yard and approached the small building holding explosion-proof shields.

Ethan, the others, and the patrolmen were all watching from a distance. This formation also caused many passers-by to raise their mobile phones and curiously take pictures of everything.

"Click."

Several people slowly walked up the steps in front of the door. When the person in front stepped on the third wooden board, there was a crisp sound.

The wooden steps also sank slightly downward.

"Farke."

His body stiffened suddenly, and he cursed.

"Bang!"

There was a violent explosion in my ears.

The doors and windows of the entire building were shattered, with a cloud of flames shooting out. Countless glass shards and wooden board fragments flew out in all directions like bullets.

The shock wave generated knocked over several members of the bomb disposal team.

Ethan grabbed Erin and quickly protected her under his body, his back crackling with countless broken pieces.

The onlookers were frightened by the sudden explosion and fled away.

My ears buzzed, and there was a whistling sound.

"Hurry and save people." Ethan held on to the ground, climbed up quickly, and shouted loudly: "Call an ambulance or a fire truck."

The ground was a mess.

Broken objects exploded from the house and fell everywhere.

Several patrolmen were also knocked down by the explosion. One unlucky guy was stabbed in the thigh by a flying sharp wooden board and was screaming in agony.

"Call the main station."

Erin came back to her senses, grabbed the walkie-talkie with trembling hands, and called quickly.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly and ran quickly towards the small building where the flames were coming out. All four members of the bomb disposal team fell to the ground.

Without having time to ask about the situation, he grabbed one with one hand and pulled it out hard.

Rusek and Atwater, who were behind, came to their senses. They also stumbled forward, pulled up a person with all their strength, and quickly dragged him away from the danger area.

"Are you injured?"

Putting the man down on the road, Ethan asked quickly.

"Ahem."

After several violent coughs, the man on the left took off his helmet.

He shook his head painfully and rolled his fingers in his ears to show that he couldn't hear anything now.

"vomit."

The guy on the right turned over and vomited loudly.