My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 364 Neuropathy

Seeing that Bunker stopped swallowing, Ethan smiled at him and continued to read.

After a while, he stood up and took off his gloves.

"Ethan, did you find anything?"

Brock stepped forward, watching him nervously.

Ethan handed the gloves to Amy King, and said solemnly: "You are dealing with a psychopath this time."

"The real kind."

"The incisions on the deceased's chest and lower abdomen looked very flat, but there was still a slight sense of frustration to the touch."

"What does this mean?"

After Bunker regained his composure, he asked quickly.

"It explained that it was not broken with a single knife, but slowly cut with an unusually sharp knife."

Ethan put his hands on his hips and shook his head:
"It cuts like this, and the wound can be cut so smoothly. When the murderer did this, his mood was very calm, even joyful."

"The murderer had fun with it, so he treated it like a finished work of art."

Siobhan looked at the river channel full of silt and residual leaves, and the naked female corpse was also messed up. She asked puzzledly:
"It doesn't make sense, so why throw it away like this?"

"The female corpse is not the murderer's treasure." Ethan took a few steps back: "Didn't you say that this is a sacrifice to kill? The murderer just respects the ritual of sacrifice."

"By the way, let me remind you."

Ethan sniffed: "As long as the murderer hasn't been found, I suggest you keep fully armed when you are on duty."

"The murderer is a lunatic who doesn't care about human life."

"The deceased was disembowelled while she was alive, which means she was sacrificed in a conscious state."

"This kind of lunatic doesn't care about your identities, it's extremely dangerous."

"Where did you see that?"

Ethan turned around and found that it was Phillips' friend who asked the question, so he smiled at him:
"From her eyes."

Amy King looked into the dead man's eyes curiously, there was a dead silence, she couldn't see anything.

Satisfied his curiosity, Ethan took advantage of the opportunity to exit the cordon.

Seeing these people busy in front of him, he also had an urge to join in, but after watching for a while, he walked up the gentle slope and drove the Dodge Challenger away.

"How about it?"

Phillips looked at his old buddy and raised his eyebrows.

Hank asked in a low voice, "Do you have his file?"

The two looked at each other and smiled. From Ethan's performance just now, they came to a conclusion, it seems that this person is still interested in these things.

This is good news for them.

The others, after listening to Ethan's analysis, looked nervous.

Ordinary gangsters are not particularly afraid. After all, few people dare to be police killers, but they still feel scared in the face of perverts.

Brock glanced at the dead body, then turned and walked in front of Phillips:

"Special Agent, do you have any leads?"

"This is a small town and we can't afford a fourth incident like this. If you have any clues, please act as soon as possible."

Phillips nodded: "I understand."

"In the past few days, we have made comparisons with the FBI's database. There are traces of these killing methods. We need to confirm where the witnesses are."

"Siobhan." Emmett called back:
"You take Special Agent Phillips to talk to eyewitnesses and see if there are any new discoveries."

Siobhan walked over quickly, nodded to Phillips, and led them outside: "Don't have too much hope for this witness."

"why?"

"He was a four or five-year-old kid and he was frightened."

Phillips froze for a moment. He was most afraid of dealing with children, and basically it was difficult to get any clues from such a young child.

Siobhan glanced back at him: "May I ask you a question?"

Phillips nodded: "You say."

Siobhan smiled: "Do you know Ethan?"

"It's okay, we've dealt with each other before."

Phillips quickly changed the subject: "Where are we going?"

"It's nearby, just follow me." Siobhan got into the police car and drove along the road.

In less than a minute, they came to a forest.

In the open woodland, there are two or three containers, and a firepit is surrounded in the middle, and a few Indians are sitting on the firepit to enjoy the fire.

There is also a man in the uniform of the Chino Police Department, who is also sitting here.

Seeing another police car approaching, some people got up in a hurry, while others remained still.

"This is the place of residence."

Siobhan closed the car door: "Let's leave after we understand the situation. We don't care about other things, okay?"

Smelling the leaves in the air, Phillips shrugged.

With the help of people from the Chino Police Department, they met witnesses in a container house, and as Siobhan said, nothing came of it.

Facing the questioning, the child just sat silently on the table and drew.

Originally, he just wanted to confirm his own thoughts, but seeing that there was no way to communicate, Phillips quickly stopped the conversation.

When he looked at the drawing paper that the child put on the table, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, then he turned and walked out of the house
Siobhan noticed his move and looked at the table as well.

After a while, she walked out of the container.

"Officer, thank you for your help." Phillips shook hands with her: "We need to go back and sort out the clues at hand, so I won't bother you for now."

"Okay, you're welcome."

Siobhan watched the black Chevrolet SUV leave, and looked down at the drawing paper in his hand.

After Ethan left the crime scene, he drove directly to the small building he just bought.

Compared with the previous period, this place has changed a lot.

Outside the window, there are many pots and jars, and the inside is similarly decorated, with rows of flowers placed, and a workbench is placed in a corner of the shop.

When the time comes, the flowers will be trimmed and gift-wrapped here.

Ethan stopped the car, opened the glass door and walked in.

The copper bell at the door rang, attracting the attention of two people inside.

"Come and help."

Seeing that it was Ethan, Dalia quickly waved.

She and Rivera were moving and rearranging the heavy sofas in the reception area.

Ethan put down the coffee he bought on the way, and with his help, the matter was quickly settled.

In the past few days, the two of them have become good friends who can talk about everything. Seeing this, Ethan simply suggested that they work together to open a flower shop.

Hearing Ethan's suggestion, they hit it off too.

With the help of Dalia, a local, the decoration progressed rapidly, and it didn't take long for the business to open.

"Come on, have some coffee."

Ethan sat down on the sofa and opened the bag.

(End of this chapter)