My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 531 Not the Same Thing
For this kind of thing, the people around are no strangers to it.

The person who clocked in and took a photo continued with his actions, without any intention of meddling in his own business.

"I'll give you a nine."

Seeing the fish take the bait, Ethan walked outside with satisfaction: "We split up and meet at the parking place."

"Why nine points?"

Burgess was still a little unsatisfied, and she punched heavily in the direction in which the knitted hat boy was leaving.

"Where is the other point?" She put her hands on her hips and asked dissatisfied.

"Why didn't you ask the people around you to help, and didn't you call the police?" Ethan walked unhurriedly.

"Please." Burgess left in another direction angrily:

"The people here won't help. By the time the police arrive, they will have already run away."

"According to the statistics of the robbed tourists in Millennium Park in the last year."

"Stop."

Ethan looked at the big red coat in the distance: "What is your identity now?"

"When a tourist coming from a small place is robbed, what is the first reaction?"

"Okay." Burgess also reacted.

Ethan had just returned to the car when his phone rang.

"This is Ethan Morgan."

"I'm Hank, what's going on with you?"

"It's a good start. The fish have eaten the bait, but they don't know how long it will take to return to the nest."

"Fine, follow up, I have some bad news."

"Tell me."

"Just received a notification from the hospital that Russell Thompson is dead."

"Shet! What else?"

"Without any other evidence now, Lexie became the only witness, and I was pressured by the director."

"Hmm, you continue."

"If we can't convict the killer without her, we can only have her come out as a witness."

"Why, can't we just bite Lexi to death without seeing anything?"

"Unexpectedly, two patrol officers arrived at the scene before Atwater and the others. They had already made a record for Lexie, and the relevant report has been submitted to the state attorney's office by the anti-mafia group."

"Fake, those bastards, I know, let's find a way to catch them first."

Hanging up the phone, Ethan threw the phone aside.

Open the window and light a cigarette.

After a while, Burgess ran over quickly, opened the passenger door and got into the car.

"Where did that kid go?"

As soon as she sat down, she asked excitedly.

"Russell is dead."

"what?"

"Were you the first on the scene this morning?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Ethan flicked the cigarette butt and closed the car window: "Now I can only hope that Karaka will honestly plead guilty."

"Feel sorry."

Burgess thought of something and stuck out his tongue.

"No need to be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong." Ethan took out the tracker and turned it on.

On the screen above, a small light spot is slowly moving.

Burgess leaned closer and stared at the screen together.

Brown hair hangs down, and a light fragrance comes.

"What perfume do you use?"

In the quiet compartment, Ethan suddenly said: "It smells good, not pungent."

"Chanel Coco."

Burgess blinked, earlobes burning.

Soon, the spot of light went to another place.

Handing the tracker to Burgess, Ethan starts the vehicle.

Here is another sightseeing area. It seems that the performance of the kid just now has not been completed.

"We shouldn't have to wait long."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel impatiently, time is running out now.

"No." Burgess looked at a few boys playing skateboards in the distance, and shook his head:

"People like them don't dare to carry too many mobile phones with them."

"If they are noticed by the police, it means that everything has been done in vain. They dare not take this risk."

"Can you believe that, for a mobile phone like the one just now, they can earn about 50-100 US dollars for every stolen one?"

"People from Latin priests can earn three times the profit if they resell them abroad."

"No way?" Ethan said in surprise: "If they earn well, their salary will be higher than mine?"

"Shet, all of a sudden, I feel so poor."

"Hehe." Burgess smiled, she put down the seat: "If you don't mind, can I lie down for a while?"

"You know, patrol cars don't get that kind of treatment."

The front and rear rows of police patrol cars are generally sealed, and the seats cannot be folded down.

"Go ahead, I'm fine."

Ethan shrugged, he was also playing with his phone boredly.

Now at this time, just wait for that kid to return to the den, and just look at the tracker occasionally.

"God, compared to the patrol car, you are so happy." Burgess put down the back of the chair and snorted comfortably.

A pair of long legs are placed above the air outlet of the air conditioner, and the boots are shaking gently:
"You don't remember the pain of driving a patrol car!"

"I can't forget, but I used to be a town policeman."

Ethan looked at her slender legs, and then turned his attention to the phone: "When you're tired, drive home and sleep."

"Or, swim in the lake."

"Is there a lake near your house?" Burgess put his hands behind his head when he was idle.

"It's right next to it."

Ethan simply put down his chair and opened the photo album: "That's about a dozen meters."

Taking the phone, Burgess opened it curiously.

In the big city all the year round, the environment of this country villa made her feel very fresh.

"This swing is ugly."

She said something disgusting and continued flipping through the album.

"Please, I made this with my own hands. Most people can't sit on it." Ethan said with narrowed eyes.

Burgess' eyes fluttered as he flipped to the next photo: "Sorry."

The next moment, the mobile phone was also thrown on him.

"what happened?"

Ethan grabbed his phone suspiciously, on it was a selfie of himself.

The upper body muscle lines are obvious, the abdominal muscles are strong, and the mermaid line brings great visual impact to people.

"Please, there are plenty of photos like this on the Internet."

Ethan shook his head and laughed, "I thought it was my cigarette photo!"

"That's not the same." Burgess shook his head, peeking at him furtively

Real people and online pictures are not the same thing at all.

Unexpectedly, a body that doesn't look very strong turns out to have such powerful muscles inside.

Thinking back to the photo he had just seen, Burgess bit his lip.

After a few minutes, the tracker on the center console responded.

The light spots inside are moving rapidly.

Ethan sat up quickly, and panicked shouts sounded in the distance: "Please, can someone call the police for me?"

The skateboard boy is gradually going away.

"Look, it's a normal reaction."

Ethan shrugged at Burgess and started the vehicle.

This time, they waited for luck.

Seeing the boy in the knit hat walking up the iron stairs with his skateboard in his arms, and the subway rumbling past above him, Ethan knew that the thief was going to go back.

The subway moved, and the light spot quickly disappeared within the circle, leaving only an arrow.

Ethan turned the steering wheel and followed the direction of the subway all the way.

After more than 20 minutes, the car came to an ordinary community.

Snow covered, pedestrians in a hurry.

"Which house is it?"

Ethan slowed down and looked at the tracker in Burgess' hand.

"You drive seriously." Burgess pointed forward:
"I'm your guide now, keep going."

The vehicle turned around with her fingers, and soon came to a three-story building with a red brick exterior wall.

A sixty to seventy percent new Corolla was parked outside the house. Judging from the snow in the front yard, the lawn was full of potholes, and the owner's financial situation should be poor.

(End of this chapter)