My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The originally quiet streets were filled with screams.

The alarms of nearby vehicles were also triggered by the shock wave, blaring loudly.

Along with the sound of vomiting, Ethan felt relieved.

This is a concussion caused by the shock wave of the bomb. If you are not going to die, just rest for a while.

On the contrary, the unlucky patrolman who was stabbed in the thigh was probably the most seriously injured, and he was the one who screamed the loudest at the scene.

"I'm fine."

Rusek dragged the person aside, and after confirming that there was no problem, he sat down on the ground.

"no problem."

Atwater also made an OK gesture and knelt down on one knee.

Both of them were breathing heavily.

Even though they were separated by a distance, they were still shocked and their heads were still dizzy.

"I've called for backup."

Erin put down her cell phone, ran towards the unfortunate patrolman, and rescued him.

Raising his head, Ethan looked at the small building in front of him.

The flames inside were burning brightly, and the idea of ​​going in to investigate was suddenly extinguished.

Ahead are shotgun traps and incendiary bomb traps.

Who would have thought that this bastard York would suddenly bring out a big firecracker here, but he was also confused as to why the other party didn't put the detonating device inside the house.

It is estimated that few people from the bomb squad would survive.

He couldn't guess what he was thinking.

A few minutes later, ambulances and fire trucks arrived quickly, spraying water jets into the house. More patrol cars arrived to maintain order at the scene.

When this happened, the number of people watching was several times more than before.

Erin finished what she was doing, breathed heavily, and looked around casually.

Her eyes were fixed and then quickly looked away.

"Hey."

Walking next to Ethan, she said in shock: "Behind us, there was a white man in a yellow coat who looked a lot like York."

While talking, Erin took out her phone and quickly clicked on York's photo.

"knew."

Ethan glanced at the photo, lit a cigarette and walked aside.

He walked around in a circle and quickly moved behind the crowd.

Yellow coat, bald head.

There were not many people who met these two conditions, so he quickly set his sights on the target.

It's rare for people to do these things and show up at the crime scene with such arrogance, but given the other person's mental state, anything could happen.

Ethan pushed through the crowd and quickly came behind the bald man.

Erin also turned around and stared at the man.

Realizing that he had been discovered, the bald man smiled, with a calm expression on his face, and was about to leave.

"Where do you want to go?"

Ethan glanced at him quickly and moved to block the way. This man was York.

York didn't care that his way was blocked.

The corners of his mouth turned up, he raised his hand and said hello with a smile:

"Hi."

All this was within his expectation.

"Snapped."

A hard slap came like lightning.

The force was so strong that stars appeared in his eyes and he staggered a few steps to the side.

This response was not what he expected.

"York."

Ethan immediately rushed forward, pushed him over, grabbed his arm and shook it hard: "You are under arrest!"

"ah!"

The painful screams scared the surrounding crowd into scattering.

"This is the Unabomber."

Seeing those people trying to raise their phones, Ethan said coldly: "If you're not afraid of death, just stay."

The effect of this sentence is like cleaning up the street tigers.

A few dozen meters of space suddenly opened up around him, and the crowd of onlookers ran faster than rabbits.

While putting the man down, Ethan quickly groped around York's body, even his crotch. After making sure there was no explosive on him, he grabbed it hard.

"Farke!"

A wail, heartbreaking.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the sound made the man in the distance couldn't help but squeeze his legs.

"laugh."

Ethan held his neck hard, forcing York to eat ashes on the ground: "Keep laughing."

That expression just now made me very unhappy.

Give Ethan a feeling that everything is under York's control.

But it's true. This guy definitely showed up on his own initiative. He must have been observing nearby just now. Now he feels it's almost done. When he's satisfied with watching, he comes out to show off.

Perhaps in this lunatic's mind, this is when the protagonist begins to take the stage.

He enjoys it, but he doesn't.

This kind of person must not be given a chance to make a fuss, and do whatever it takes to make him embarrassed.

"Boss."

Erin took the lead, and several people ran over quickly.

"Close the car."

Ethan slapped York on the head before letting go.

The latter regained his composure and turned his head to look at Ethan. He still had a smile on his lips, but he was much more embarrassed than before.

Seeing the firefighters coming out of the house, Ethan quickly stepped over.

"Farke."

York looked at his torn fingers and finally lost his smile.

The pain in his body made him break into a cold sweat.

"How about it?"

Quickly walking to the house, Ethan spread his hands to the firefighter: "What did you find inside?"

"Nothing at all."

The other party lifted up his helmet, shook his head and said, "It's just a burned-down residence, without any residual limbs inside."

"OK, thanks."

Ethan nodded in thanks and looked at York who was dragged over: "Take him back to the police station."

Since Professor Weber's wife is not here, all the answers lie with York. It's just about whether he can pry open his mouth. Ethan said he doesn't have high hopes.

If it can be solved so easily, it wouldn't be called a mental illness.

"Okay, we've caught him."

Ethan slapped the whiteboard: "What do we need to do next?"

"Find someone."

Rusek raised his hand and shrugged: "Mrs. Weber doesn't know whether she is alive or dead yet. Only York should know her whereabouts now."

No matter dead or alive, they have to find the person.

The people who were scattered everywhere have rushed back, and even Dr. Weber was brought back to the police station.

"York's fingerprints."

Irene raised the information in her hand: "I have already done a match, and it is basically consistent with the fingerprints extracted from the two previous murder scenes. Now I can confirm that he is the murderer."

"What is his purpose?"

Ethan bit the chewing gum in his mouth and continued to ask: "Please, this guy has done so many things, and now he has surrendered. He must want to achieve some goals."

In fact, this case is somewhat baffling.

It's like a neurotic playing a neurotic game, which makes him a little dizzy.

"Based on what you and Erin learned."

Olinsky took off his duck-billed hat and said in a deep voice: "Actually, let's not make things so complicated. What York wants to do has always been clear."

"All he wants is to hurt Professor Weber."

"So no matter where Mrs. Weber is next, he must be around this goal."