My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"That's right."

Ethan nodded and tapped the belt.

What Olinsky said makes perfect sense.

"I just had some exchanges with Professor Weber." Antonio pinched his earrings and told what he knew: "We all know York's background. He has been without a father since he was a child."

"Professor Weber once had a very good relationship with York because of this."

"I usually take care of him."

Antonio looked through the record book and continued: "But later due to academic differences, and Professor Weber discovered that York had bipolar disorder, they gradually distanced themselves from him."

"All this broke out during the defense."

"What?"

Ethan looked at Antonio in surprise: "In other words, their previous relationship was actually very good?"

"That's right."

Antonio nodded and put down the notebook.

"I understand." Erin stood up and said excitedly: "Due to his own reasons, York regards Professor Weber as a father-like existence."

"With the failure of the plea, with the application for the restraining order."

"All of this made York feel betrayed. He just wanted to prove that he was right through this kind of destruction and humiliation."

"He also wanted Professor Weber to taste the feeling of having nothing."

From a personal emotional point of view, this inference is not wrong.

Everyone also nodded, feeling that it made sense.

The so-called transferring one person's mental trauma to another person, to put it bluntly, is to give you a taste of what I am feeling now.

"But I have one more question."

Rusek scratched his head and wondered: "Why did York create so many things to attract our people?"

"Mechanism, bomb."

"What did he do all this for?"

"For the sake of humiliation." Ethan figured it out and said with a cold face: "We are just a tool to witness York's revenge."

"The more people know about this, the happier he will be."

"Fuck, you're such a lunatic. The more pain Professor Weber suffers, the happier he will be. If you find someone to pretend to be a reporter for an interview, do you believe that he will be so excited that he faints?"

"Shet."

"Damn bastard."

Hearing this, everyone cursed secretly.

There are two people in the police station lying in the hospital, all of this is just for York's revenge.

"He's in the interrogation room."

Atwater spread his hands and said helplessly: "No matter what, we need to find Mrs. Webber. What is the next interrogation plan?"

"I have something here."

Horsted stood up and showed the wallet in his hand: "This was found on York."

"There's a note inside."

He raised his other hand and shook the yellow paper: "There is only a phone number on it, and there is nothing else."

"I suspect it was left for us on purpose."

Looking at the note in his hand, Erin quickly stood up and took it curiously.

Not only her, but everyone else cast curious glances.

Everyone wants to know what this psycho wants to do next, and the answer lies in this number.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan snatched the note away and narrowed his eyes.

A few seconds later, a sneer appeared on his lips: "No one is allowed to call this number, and no one is allowed to interrogate York without my consent."

"The more he wants us to do something, I just won't do it."

"York wants to see us in a hurry to satisfy his perverted emotions, so none of you are allowed to talk to him, and you are not allowed to let Professor Weber plead for mercy. I will choke this motherfucker to death."

Now that he has shown up voluntarily, York is ready to go to jail.

He would get the greatest pleasure from seeing the policeman getting angry over his matter and seeing Professor Weber crying in front of him.

This pervert is probably already waiting eagerly.

Everyone also thought of this.

Light laughter sounded one after another.

Rusek scratched his head and spread his hands: "But we have to find the person."

"Ignoring him will not solve the problem."

"Snapped."

Ethan picked up a folder and slapped it on his head.

"Ouch~"

Rusek rubbed his head and grinned: "Okay, I need a reason."

"He is a fool, and you want to be a fool too?" Ethan shook the note in his hand and said angrily: "Can the phone number only be used for dialing?"

"Will the positioning work?"

"Snapped."

This time, several other people all slapped themselves on the forehead.

Ready-made clues are delivered to hand.

A group of people had been led by York for a long time, and their thinking had been limited. For a while, they were unable to think of the simplest and most direct way.

Rusek also smiled bitterly, took the folder himself, and shook it hard on his forehead.

Several cars screeched to a stop outside the house for sale.

"That's the address."

Erin slammed the car door and looked at the two-story villa in front of her: "Professor Weber's wife is a real estate agent, and this house is also under her agency."

By locating the phone number, they eventually located the address.

A group of people got out of the car one after another, but no one dared to take a step forward.

After all, it had just suffered an explosion, and no one dared to take a chance here.

"How long until the bomb disposal team comes?" Ethan looked at the light spots in the radar and said in a deep voice: "Let them hurry up."

"Two minutes."

Antonio hung up the phone and tapped his watch: "On the way over, will be there soon."

"Set up caution tape."

Ethan waved his hand and gave the order.

After they surrounded the entire small building with security tape, the bomb disposal team hurriedly arrived, led by a gray-haired commander who was an old acquaintance and had just worked together at a motorcycle repair shop.

"Your intelligence team is really busy."

The commander walked straight towards Ethan: "Is it still the same thing that the person before did?"

"That's right."

After shaking hands with him, Ethan asked with concern: "Are you guys okay?"

Both emotionally and rationally, you have to ask.

"fine."

The commander let go of his hand, shook his head and said: "Those young men are in good physical condition. They can just lie down for a day and they will be fine."

"but."

He looked at the small building in front of him, frowned and said, "In view of what happened before, this place is more difficult. No one knows where that bastard will install the mechanism."

This method is impossible to guard against.

It might be a floor tile, or it might be turning a door lock.

Any action can bring about a catastrophic reaction.

"I have an idea."

During that time, Ethan had been thinking about going in to save people.

He pointed to the edge of the house above and said in a deep voice: "The murderer is just an ordinary person. We don't need to take the ordinary road. What do you think?"