My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 469
Back at the police station, Detective Rollins is on the phone.

Seeing them coming back, she let out a hum before hanging up the landline.

"Where's Burgess?"

Ethan looked around and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay, idle is idle."

Rollins didn't care at all. She shook her head and said, "Are you asking about that little girl? We haven't seen anyone since we came out of the observation room."

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, the landline rang again.

Ethan quickly picked up the receiver, and it was the news media who wanted to do interviews again.

He dealt with it with a few words, and then directly dialed out the phone line. With all these nonsense, the landline rang for a long time, wasting time.

Noticing this scene, Rollins was a little surprised.

The police detective in front of him is young, and he does things quite simply, and he is not afraid of being blamed by the sheriff.

Ethan smiled at her and threw the phone line to the ground:

"Has Jeffrey Baker been let go?"

"Yes."

Rollins nodded: "A patrolman came up just now, take him away."

"Hey!"

Hank came over: "Rollins, at this point in the case, do you think there is anything worth sharing?"

"some."

Rollins sat down on the table next to him: "The case that happened just now has proved my judgment."

"This is a rapist with an angry and vindictive personality."

Irene and Antonio also came over to listen to her analysis of the case.

"If this man was sensible enough, he would have escaped from Chicago and gone somewhere else."

Rollins spread his hands: "But the murderer stayed in the city. What happened just now proves that he has been angered."

"There is also one more thing that deserves everyone's attention."

She looked at Irene: "The girl who was hurt, how about her ears?"

Eileen guessed what she wanted to say, nodded and said: "It's still there."

"It's good news for that girl." Rollins looked at Hank again:
"But for us, it's bad news."

"The murderer's needs are not being met, and he becomes more paranoid until his needs are met."

Olinfein added for her: "Plus the murderer can definitely guess, we can get his DNA from that girl."

"It will be a matter of time before his identity is revealed."

"These two situations are superimposed, and he will definitely find a chance to do it again."

Everyone's face was serious, this is really not good news.

The cans are broken, and the murderer is very likely to make a final carnival.

"Ethan, plug in the phone line." Hank scratched his cheek: "We can't miss any clues now."

"Not to solve the case, but to keep the next girl from harm."

"Let me do it."

Irene walked over and plugged in the phone line: "I'll answer it."

"Thank you."

Ethan shrugged.

They all sit in the same office and know each other very well.

Everyone knows that he likes to touch fish at work, and he is especially tired of these trivial tasks, so Irene simply took things away.

All clues about the murderer's physical characteristics and various aspects have been released.

Now is the stage of casting a net to catch fish, and they can only rely on thousands of patrolmen in the city to carry out these tasks, so they have nothing to do for a while.

Ethan went to the pantry to make a cup of coffee and walked out of the balcony.

"Can I have one?"

After a while, Rollins also came out, pointing to the cigarette case he put on the table.

"up to you!"

Ethan flicked off the ash and took a sip of coffee.

"click~"

Rollins lit the cigarette, gripped the end of the cigarette with his slender fingers, and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"There are a few people here, the one I can't see through the most is you."

"Stop!"

Ethan bit his cigarette, looking through the smog:
"Don't try to analyze me, thanks!"

"I'm sorry!" Rollins realized that he had committed an occupational disease, and quickly waved his hands:

"It's my fault. I've been doing this job for a long time, and I can't help getting to know others. This is my problem."

It is very rude to say that she behaved like this.

Colleagues are the most taboo to study peers, and no one can stand scrutiny.

"fine."

As long as she gives up the idea, Ethan will not hold on to it: "There is only one situation where I would be willing to let a woman study me."

"The main thing is, only my body can be studied."

"Hahaha."

Rawlins was aroused by the few words he said, her legs were raised up and her toes were shaking:
"You are very confident."

"you are wrong."

He crushed out the cigarette butt and stood up: "I am very confident!"

Returning to his seat, Ethan was about to start a game of Age of Empires for himself, when the stairs slammed and Burgess ran up with his ponytail.

"Hey!"

Ethan stood up and spread his hands: "Where have you been?"

"I found something."

Burgess was a little embarrassed, she walked over quickly and whispered:
"After I learned the physical characteristics of the murderer you found, I called all the pharmacies within a two-mile radius of the place where the case happened."

“At the Walgreens on Superior Street, a person matching the description purchased gauze, sanitizer and sunglasses.”

"But they needed to confirm it was a police consultation, so I just made a run."

"give me."

Ethan beckoned and took the folder in her hand.

When I opened it, it was a white man with blond hair and brown eyes. Combined with what Burgess said, it can be confirmed that he is the murderer.

"This is..." Burgess wanted to continue telling what he had investigated.

"you shut up."

Ethan held out a finger, signaling her not to speak.

Burgess was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth and clasped his duty belt tightly with both hands, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

"guys!"

Ethan slammed the table and walked quickly to the whiteboard: "Pay attention, there are important clues."

Hearing his yell, everyone in the hall raised their heads.

Hank also walked out of the office and hurriedly asked:
"An important clue?"

"come here!"

Ethan waved at Burgess with a blank expression.

"me?"

Burgess pointed to himself, his white face flushed.

She took a deep breath and strode over.

Act privately by yourself, and be punished in public.

"Snapped!"

Ethan reached out and threw the folder into her hand: "Come on, talk here."

"what?"

Burgess was completely messed up, and now most of the intelligence team and two New York police detectives were staring at her, and she was so nervous that her palms were sweating wildly.

Next, Burgess recounted what he had just told Ethan in a state of confusion.

With trembling hands again, she studied their appearance and pasted the photos on the whiteboard:

"This white man's name is Neil Vance."

"When he checked out at the pharmacy, he used his credit card. I went to Gene and retrieved his credit card records."

"He has been staying at the Fontroy Hotel for the past six days."

"When the New York rape and murder occurred, his credit card also generated consumption records in New York."

She closed the folder and said tremblingly:

"The above is what I have investigated."

"Good job."

Hank was very satisfied, stepped forward and patted her arm: "Don't be nervous, you performed well."

Others also stepped forward to express their appreciation to Burgess.

Unexpectedly, she was the first to break the game here.

Burgess is now so excited that the whole person is erratic, and he can only pretend to be calm.

Her breath became more rapid as she noticed the person sitting in the corner, filled with gratitude.

Ethan blinked at her quickly and raised his thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)