My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 119 Dispute
"Calm down, you guys won't help, we need to find the murderer as soon as possible."

The gun in Hood's hand was raised high, and he looked around.

Hood didn't put his pistol back in its holster until he saw the aborigines stop their commotion.

With the help of Amy and the intimidation of Hood, the emotions of the aboriginal people calmed down a lot. Brock touched the swollen corner of his mouth, and then took out the notebook to record the situation with a displeased face.

A moment later, he walked up to Hood with the notebook in hand.

"The girl who died was named Lana Collier, she disappeared last night."

"Is there anything else?" Hood crossed his arms.

Brock shook his head and put away the notebook.

"Not yet."

At this time, Bowman and a group of Amish people also came to the scene. Regardless of Siobhan's obstruction, he walked through the security belt and said to Hood:

"Sheriff Hood, my family and I also searched for Solomon this morning, but there has been no trace of him."

"No matter who did this, I'm afraid the same thing happened to Solomon. Can you arrange for people to help search?"

Hood clasped his belt with both hands, and said to her, "Mr. Bowman, don't worry, we promise to try our best to find him."

"In addition, you can also ask Solomon's friends to see who was the last to see him yesterday, which can give us some clues.

"Okay, no problem." Bowman grabbed his felt hat tightly, nodded, and was about to leave.

At this time, the most emotional person among the group of aborigines talked with Amy for a few words, and then pulled a crying girl over.

"I am the father of the deceased Lana."

He said aggressively: "I have clues here to prove who is the murderer who killed Lana."

Hearing what he said, it caught the attention of everyone present.

Hood asked seriously, "What evidence do you have?"

The man in a plaid shirt tried his best to control his emotions. He said patiently to the crying girl:

"You repeat what you just told me, and tell this sheriff."

The little girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old glanced at Lana who was covered in a white cloth, and cried and said:

"Lana was in a relationship with an Amish boy, and she told me yesterday with a happy face that she was going out on a date with that Amish boy."

Hood hurriedly asked, "Did Lana tell you the name of the Amish boy?"

She wiped away her tears, nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, that boy's name is Solomon Bowman."

After the words fell, Bowman's face changed drastically, and he waved his hands in a hurry, "This is impossible, you must be lying, my son cannot associate with Indian girls."

"Fakeyu, what do you mean by that?" Lana's father stared angrily.

Bowman shook his head repeatedly, his gray beard fluttering. "I didn't mean that, but what she said is definitely not true. My son is so good, he won't associate with foreigners."

Corey took a step forward and asked excitedly:

"So where is Solomon Bowman? You call him out, and I'm going to confront him."

Hood quickly stepped forward to help explain, "His son is also missing, and we searched for it for a long time last night."

"Shet."

Corey pointed at Bowman angrily, "Do you think anyone believes these lies? It must be you bastard who hid Solomon Bowman."

After speaking, he wanted to pounce on Bowman, and Brock quickly hugged him.

The aborigines standing outside the cordon also clenched their fists and pushed and shoved the Amish next to them.

Amy King from the Chino Police Department wanted to dissuade her, but was pushed away.

"Whatever you want to do, return it to me."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Ethan tore off the warning tape and rushed into the crowd with his head buried.

Under his dashing from left to right, the chaotic crowd was quickly separated.

If someone is dishonest, Ethan slaps him with his hand, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

The members of the Chino Tribe lifted up the thorn heads that had fallen to the ground, and quickly backed away, looking at Ethan standing in the middle of the crowd with a look of fear. No one dared to sting again.

Emmett and Siobhan also quickly drew their batons and rushed over, separating the two groups.

At this time, the harsh horn sounded, and a car drove over quickly and stopped behind the crowd.

Alex Langside and Nora Langside got out of the car one after another, and the people of the Chino tribe surrounded them as if they had found their backbone.

Amidst the voices of the chiefs, Alex shook hands and patted shoulders with the people of the Chino tribe solemnly, and then walked over from the crowd.

Ethan saw with sharp eyes that Alex resisted the twitching of the corners of his mouth, it seemed that he enjoyed this moment very much.

At this time, a hostile gaze fell on him, and Ethan immediately turned his gaze away.

Nora was looking at herself expressionlessly, her eyes piercing like knives.

Ethan laughed secretly, he didn't expect that after being imprisoned for a period of time, she would quickly regain her original arrogance.

He also stared back at Nora unceremoniously, and made a choking motion at her.

Nora panicked and staggered.

She gritted her teeth and looked at Ethan. If she hadn't been imprisoned by the enemy accidentally, she would have wanted to call the police in this arrogant town a long time ago.

"Please let me go."

Alex walked up to him and said politely.

Ethan nodded and moved away.

Under Alex's consolation, Corey decided to go back to deal with his daughter's funeral.

Because of his arrival, the situation was quickly brought under control. After Lana's body was loaded into the ambulance, the Chino tribe slowly dispersed.

It can be seen from their eyes that now they have identified the murderer as Solomon, and before they left, they warned the Amish to hand over the murderer.

Hood also felt a little dizzy at this time. Although he was more willing to believe that Solomon was not the murderer, he had to admit that Solomon was the biggest suspect now.

In desperation, he turned to look at Bowman.

"Mr. Bowman, are you sure you didn't hide Solomon?"

Bowman held the felt hat tightly, and said with aggrieved expression: "I swear, I didn't do such a thing."

Hood sighed, "Now go and organize your people first, and my people and I will search with you again later."

Bowman nodded and walked away with heavy steps.

After he left, Hood noticed a group of people standing on the slope in the distance. The man in the head was covered in tattoos and looked extremely burly.

"Who is that big guy?" Hood pointed and asked Brock curiously.

Hearing what Hood said, Ethan turned his head and looked in the direction Hood pointed.

There were more than a dozen people standing there. Unlike ordinary aborigines, the tattoos that could be seen everywhere on these people exuded the aura that strangers should not enter.

The burly man at the head noticed their focus and turned away, revealing a long thick braid on the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)