My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Next to the park.

The two cars parked one behind the other. The driver in front had a relaxed expression, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, and humming a tune softly.

The patrol car behind was a different scene.

The two patrol officers looked a little solemn.

"I understand your idea."

When Burgess heard what he had said, he agreed: "The guy in front of me felt so weird. Regardless of whether he is the murderer or not, take him back to the intelligence team first."

The two looked at each other, both a little nervous.

"be careful."

Saying something in unison, they pushed the car door open almost at the same time.

"Mr. Yates."

Burgess handed the ID in his hand to the white man and said calmly: "Your car was just traded, right? According to records, your car was involved in a hit-and-run accident, and a pedestrian was injured as a result."

"Is there anything you can tell me about this?"

It's easy to find an excuse.

If the other party wants to prove their innocence, that's absolutely fine.

Go to the police station and talk.

"No."

Yates took the certificate and frowned: "I just told the police officer that I only bought this car three weeks ago."

"uh-huh."

Roman held the handle of the gun and took a step back: "There may be an error in information."

"But no matter what, you still need to go back with us to figure this matter out. Now please get out of the car and don't make any reckless moves that may cause me to misunderstand."

Yates gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Soon, the strength loosened.

He looked out of the car and gave Roman a faint smile.

"Sheriff Morgan."

There was a group of people standing behind the blinds. Olivia looked down and saw a man wearing surgical clothes being escorted out of the patrol car by Burgess. She asked excitedly: "If possible, can you let me interrogate him?" he?"

"No problem at all."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the window sill and looked at the green Subaru driven back by the patrolman with a smile on his lips.

These two people have made great achievements.

The information had just been released, and within a minute it was said that the target had been found.

This speed shocked everyone in the intelligence team.

I thought it was just a matter of effort, but I didn't expect that the matter was solved easily.

"correct."

Olivia's voice continued: "Detective Lindsay, would you like to be my interrogation partner?"

"Ok?"

Ethan frowned and turned his head to look at Olivia.

Not only is it the unspoken rule of interrogation between a man and a woman, but the main reason is that this guy has exceeded his authority and this is his own territory.

"Feel sorry."

As a psychological expert, Olivia could certainly feel this emotion, and she apologized repeatedly: "That's right, Detective Lindsay's physical characteristics are consistent with the murderer's crime habits."

"If the one below is the murderer, it might be able to arouse the other person's psychological fluctuations."

After speaking, she smoothed back her short black hair.

I didn't expect this guy to be so territorial, but she did it for work, so that's not unreasonable.

"Makes sense."

There's nothing wrong with that. Erin nodded: "Just let me come along."

"Okay." Ethan said solemnly to Atwater: "Let Burgess bring the people up."

"and also."

Looking at Antonio again, the words continued: "Call Reagan, if possible, ask her to come over and help identify the person."

"other people."

Turning around and looking at the group of people behind him, he waved and said, "Collect all the information about this guy named Yates. Find out where he has lived and worked."

"I'll give you 10 minutes. The interrogation will begin in 10 minutes."

"receive."

After several responses, the crowd dispersed.With a name and driver's license, investigating these things is a piece of cake.

10 minutes, more than enough.

Horsted returned to his seat, thought for a moment, and took out his personal phone to make a call.

Observatory.

Ethan sat on the table in the corner with his back against the wall and lit his cigarette.

People from behind came in one after another.

They stood in front of the one-way glass, but moved out of the way so as not to block the view of their own police chief.

"Is that the guy?"

Along with heavy footsteps, a hoarse voice sounded.

Hank walked into the observation room with a complicated expression.

"not sure."

Antonio crossed his chest and shook his head slowly: "Are Burgess and Roman sure they brought the wrong person?"

"This guy."

He thought for a moment and continued: "He looks very friendly, like a senior doctor in the hospital."

"Don't jump to conclusions yet."

Ethan put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Watch carefully."

"Home address, work information, and your personal phone number."

Looking at the guy in surgical clothes in front of her, Irene pressed the writing pad to the table and pushed it over: "Please write down this information. Regarding the vehicle accident, we will contact you at any time."

"alright."

Yates glanced at Erin, shrugged and picked up the pen: "I told you, I just bought that car not long ago."

"I actually recommend that you contact the original owner of the car."

"Maybe it's more useful."

When you speak, put a smile on your face.

This guy's smile is actually very weird. If you observe carefully, you will find that he just lifts the muscles of his face upward, so only the upper row of teeth is exposed. It is a typical smile that is superficial but not full.

"Mr. Yates."

Olivia took off her black-rimmed glasses and put down the thin case file in her hand: "What brought you to Chicago?"

"Work."

Yates wrote slowly and said casually: "It's at a medical aid station on the South Side."

"uh-huh."

Nodding, Olivia looked at the information above, still unable to contain her excitement: "So, you were once a professor at Columbia University in New York, right? When did this happen?"

"What about you?"

Yates threw the pen aside and asked cheerfully:

"When I was a professor at Columbia University, I believe the information you have shows that, so what brought you to Chicago, New Yorker?"

As he spoke, his eyes became indifferent.

The other person's accent cannot be hidden from him.

Any trouble caused is bullshit. These people are obviously here for him.

"Need a hint for you?"

Noticing the other person's psychological changes, Olivia said expressionlessly: "I'm asking you now."

"Need not."

Yates leaned back and slumped in his chair: "Just ten years ago, if I remember correctly."

"Then?"

Erin flipped up her long brown hair, crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

That posture looked very attractive.

The chest is especially prominent.

Yates' attention was completely attracted, his throat rolled, and he looked Erin up and down.

The green nails made his pupils shrink slightly.

When he noticed the other person's brown eyes, Yates's facial muscles twitched and he showed a rather friendly smile: "After that, he traveled all over the country and recently came to Chicago."

"This is a very beautiful city, what do you think?" (End of Chapter)