My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 434 The Pursuing Artist

Hasty footsteps sounded, one up, one down, quickly running towards his place.

Ethan put down the things in his hands and walked to a corner of the room.

"Dong dong dong."

With the beating of his fist, there was a hollow sound in the studio.

Most of the houses here are made of wood, and the walls are also made of wood, but the sound of knocking is by no means so hollow.

Ethan pulled his sleeves and wrapped his fists.

"Boom."

When Olinsky and Antonio walked in quickly, they just saw Ethan punch heavily, half of his arm piercing into the white wall.

"Come on, Superman, can't you find the secret door?"

Orlinski bites the jiggle and keeps shaking his head.

"I've found it." Ethan bent his arms, pressed against the wall panel inside and tore it forcefully.

"Thorn."

After a harsh noise, he tore a large piece of wallboard off the wall.

Looking inside from the hole, a workbench came into view.

Ethan continued to work hard, and within a few strokes, he broke through the hole for one person to enter.

With a flash of his figure, he got in.

Within a few seconds, the lights flickered a few times, and the inside became bright. On the walls of the dark room, detailed partial drawings of dollar bills hung everywhere.

Zoom in to a very fine level.

In front of the workbench, there are several engraving blocks neatly placed, ranging from one hundred to fifty.

On the easel next to him, there is another half-painted portrait.

Hanke's guess was right, they were indeed a gang that made counterfeit banknotes.

It's hard to find secret doors from the outside, but you can find one from the inside.

Ethan pushed open the secret door, but came to another room, just behind a bookshelf.

"When you think you've seen it all."

Antonio picked up the thin brick-like engraving and looked it over carefully: "Life always brings more surprises."

Those who use these things have been shot dead.

They didn't have to be so careful, the three of them passed it on to each other, and Ethan also admired Masters' craftsmanship. This precise engraving was simply a work of art.

Take pictures of everything inside and put it in an evidence bag.

They continued to inspect the entire house and found no other secret rooms. They quickly took their things and returned to the police station.

Just now on the second floor, Hanke came out of the office:

"Please, please tell me that my guess is not wrong."

"Shh."

Ethan threw out the evidence bag in his hand, drew an arc, and fell firmly into Hank's hands.

"You guessed it right, this is a counterfeit banknote gang."

He tossed the remaining engravings to Ruzek and Irene: "Come on, enjoy the work of the late artist Masters."

These people have a bit of a bad taste, and they usually see a lot of violent and perverted criminals.

Facing this kind of people who play with technology, they are a little curious.

"Haha." Rusek said with a smile: "We will never know what these people can do if they are out of their own profession."

"This is an artist with aspirations. He doesn't want to be a thief, but just wants to make a living from his craft."

Hank opened the evidence bag. After playing with it for a while, he threw the engraving aside: "There are three steps in total for making counterfeit banknotes."

"Money paper, engraving blocks, printing presses."

"We're one last step away, and that's the printing press."

"There are very few people who still use these methods to make counterfeit banknotes. It takes some real skills."

He wrote down the three steps he said on the whiteboard with a large pen, and slapped them hard a few times: "It also proves that this counterfeit banknote team is not simple. We need to find out the rest of the people."

Ethan returned to his desk: "What we can do now is to find the three shooters."

Irene yawned: "We watched the surveillance for half an hour."

"If you come back now, the progress should be faster."

At this time, Gene ran up the stairs quickly, shaking the paper in his hand and asked, "Irene, you just said that Nadia only visited Masters' house two or three times, right?"

"That's right."

Erin stood up: "What's the problem?"

"I retrieved Masters' cell phone communication records." Gene shrugged and said, "In the past fourteen days, these two people have sent more than 40 text messages."

"Fack, she lied to me." Irene stood up.

"You are not allowed to follow." Before Ethan could speak, she walked downstairs angrily: "I have to take care of it myself."

"up to you."

Ethan spread his hands and sat comfortably on the chair.

"Wait a minute." Seeing that Gene was going back to the garage office, Ethan quickly stopped him.

"Detective."

Gene came over: "What's the matter?
"Call me again." Ethan looked at him dissatisfied.

Gene hesitated: "Detective Morgan?"

"I'll give you one last chance." Ethan's face turned cold, and he folded his hands on his chest.

"Ethan?"

Gene became apprehensive and asked tentatively.

"That's right." Ethan pulled a chair with a smile, "Sit down."

"Ok."

Gene sat down carefully. He usually stayed in the garage and would not come up for nothing. He was a standard otaku.

Home to home, I am no stranger to the people in my group.

The police detective in front of him has just been here for more than a month, and he has more than a dozen lives in his hands, so he can't help but be careless.

"I've been here for so long, and I haven't talked to you."

Ethan looked at this handsome Chinese boy: "I haven't seen you at Molly's Bar, don't you like drinking? Are you a second-generation immigrant?"

"Second-generation immigrants are right." Gene nodded with a smile:
"I never drink. Last time you treated me, I didn't go. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Ethan knocked on the table: "In terms of technology, can I ask you a question?

"of course can."

The technical aspect is what Gene is best at. When he mentions this, he comes to his senses: "You say, I will help you solve it."

"Is such that."

Ethan tapped the keyboard quickly and clicked on the webpage: "Look, you can go to any video website."

"Why can't the game platform be downloaded?"

Gene looked at the steam engine connecting rod in the blue icon on the webpage, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then said silently: "The computer in the office has a limit, I can help you untie it, and it only takes a minute."

"But this configuration is not good, do you need me to change a computer for you?"

"Processors, hard disks, memory sticks, and graphics cards are all equipped with the best in the bureau. There are many such accessories below, and no one in the bureau understands them. I bought a lot of good things for myself."

Gene knew that he was recruited by Hank, and he felt unscrupulous in doing things, so he simply cooperated.

"You are my brother."

Ethan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Then just help me change a computer."

"Row."

Gene bumped his fists with him and said with a smile, "I'll take care of it for you tomorrow."

After chatting for a while, Irene walked up quickly, and she said quickly: "A few days ago, a group of black people came to Masters' house and threatened him."

"Hoodie, jeans, similar to the photo Ethan took."

"The group took a picture of Nadia and threatened to kill her if she dared to tell the truth, so she just kept it secret."

Erin went to the whiteboard and drew a strange sign:

"The target was a gray van with the Jesus fish logo painted on the back."

(End of this chapter)