My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 429 A Fixed Playmate

The next morning, Chase room.

Hank pulled out the whiteboard that never gets tired of use from the corner, and pasted a lonely photo on it.

He waved the big pen and wrote his name:
"Dean Masters, I've dealt with this guy before, in his 20s, was a proud artist."

"But his talent cannot keep up with his pride."

"Without a job, I can't sell any works, and naturally, I get infected with unique products."

"One way to the dark, you should be able to guess what happened behind him, suspected of buying and selling illegal artworks, selling forged famous paintings, etc."

"It seems that he is really a talent."

Ethan took a sip of coffee and said with a smile:

"This incident tells us that we should not underestimate any down-and-out artist."

"Especially the art students who failed the ranking."

"Art student?" Hank stopped what he was doing.

"It's okay." Ethan waved his hand.

"Then how did he provoke our intelligence team?" Antonio spread his hands: "Last night, you said he was related to a theft?"

"A painting of Klimt was stolen."

Hank said hoarsely: "We know that he and others did it, but we didn't find any clues."

"That painting never appeared, and the matter was left alone."

"Haha."

Rusek said with a smile: "Why would someone call this name, this name is really funny."

"You can think his name is funny."

Irene didn't understand his strange smile, looked at the note in her hand and said:

"His works are not funny. This is a master of Austrian symbolism. In 94, one of his paintings, Flower and Plant Garden, was sold at Christie's for 370 million pounds."

"By now, the estimated price has exceeded £2000 million."

"Shet."

When the number reached a certain level, it was just a number. After being startled, Rusek took a sip of coffee in embarrassment and stopped talking.

"Are we looking for the stolen painting?" Antonio turned the ballpoint pen:

"It's been a year and I don't think there's much hope."

"I think so too." Hank nodded:
"It may have been sold to a private collector long ago."

"However." Hank's voice changed: "Last night, what he said to that Asian woman, someone wanted to clean him up. I think we still need to follow up on this information."

"Maybe, we can find clues to the stolen paintings."

While they were talking, Olinski led the Chinese woman up the stairs last night.

On top of the short skirt was a black leather jacket, two oversized earrings, a bandage was attached to the bridge of the nose, and the middle was red and swollen.

"Eileen."

Hank turned the whiteboard over: "You handle it."

Since Julie's death, the female victims will be taken over by Irene, and it is easier to communicate between women and women.

But Ethan stood up: "Let me do it."

Seeing this, Erin glanced at Hank and sat back down again.

"Hello."

Ethan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the nervous Chinese woman: "I'm Detective Ethan Morgan, please call me Ethan."

Everyone, including Olinski next to him, cast surprised glances at him.

Although they couldn't understand, they knew that Ethan spoke Chinese.

Hearing the familiar words, the Chinese woman was a little surprised. She shook hands with Ethan: "I'm Xiaomei."

"Come on, sit inside."

Ethan picked up the Tieguanyin prepared in advance from his desktop, and led her to the tea room.

Because of his arrival, a kettle was installed in the tea room.

Soon, two cups of hot tea were placed on the table.

Ethan blew off the tea leaves and took a sip: "How did you rest last night?"

"not bad."

Xiaomei took a sip of hot tea and relaxed her body: "You can speak Chinese well. Besides, thank you for saving my life last night."

She should be a second-generation immigrant, with a weird tone of voice.

Plus, she was facing Ethan, so she naturally switched to English.

"You're welcome."

Ethan smiled and said, "I just did what I was good at."

"Now can you tell me about that man last night? Masters, how much do you know about him?"

Xiaomei hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly said: "I just met him last night."

Thinking of the scene last night, her expression became horrified, and tears rolled down her eyes: "I am a professional beautician. Until a week ago, I was still working in a beauty salon."

"But the salaries paid there are very small, and you can barely cover the rent."

"This is my third time..."

Ethan took out a tissue and handed it to her, asking her to wipe away her tears.

Except for the person concerned, no one can evaluate the lives of others, because they don't know what others are going through.

He was silent and listened quietly.

After she calmed down a little, Ethan asked:
"Last night, why did Masters keep saying that you wanted to harm him? Of course, I know that you saw that he was emotionally unstable and wanted to leave quietly, which caused his misunderstanding."

"But there must be other reasons."

"I don't know either. He's suspicious."

Xiaomei sniffed her nose and said in a crying voice: "As soon as I went to the place, he got angry with me because I wasn't the girl he wanted."

Ethan caught the point: "It means that he had a fixed..."

"playmate."

After a few seconds of hesitation, he picked out an appropriate word.

"Yes."

Xiaomei thought for a while: "That girl's name is Nadia."

"Thank you."

Ethan handed over the notebook: "Please write down the address of the massage parlor and the owner's information."

"It's important to us."

Xiaomei hesitated for a moment, but wrote down what she knew.

Anyway, after what happened last night, she didn't plan to continue doing it.

Chatting with her for a while, making sure nothing was missed, Ethan accompanied her out of the police station, and gave his business card:

"If you remember something, you can call me directly."

Looking at Xiaomei in the distance, Ethan shook his head, and was about to go back when a patrol car drove up beside him and stopped.

Atwater and Burgess got out of the car listlessly, looking sluggish.

"Hey guy."

Ethan greeted them: "What's wrong with you, you have no energy at all."

"See this?"

Burgess pursed his lips and picked up a bag containing a piece of blackened banana peel: "We have been dealing with various trivial matters all morning."

"Because of complaints from neighbors, I was arranged to lock up an old lady just now."

"Just because she didn't clean up the garbage in the house and yard in time, can you believe it?"

"Come on."

Ethan could only raise his fist to cheer them up.

Isn't the daily life of a policeman just about these trivial matters?

"Detective, can you tell me what you are up to?" Burgess bumped his shoulder: "You know, give us some motivation."

After bumping her shoulder, she came back to it and immediately smiled.

(End of this chapter)