My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 540
Ethan didn't turn the key until the car disappeared at the end of the road.

Turn around and drive in the opposite direction.

Bite the filter, take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

With a thought, he patted the steering wheel.

I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so guilty.

Thinking of this, Ethan happily stepped on the accelerator and found a fast food restaurant for breakfast.

I have to say that this bread is really soft enough, the posture is quite in place, and the thick bread is like a small grinding disc, which is quite impact-resistant.

He tore off the soft and tender bread, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

That feeling is endless.

Just as he was drinking coffee happily, the mobile phone next to him vibrated again.

This time it's Hank's call, reach out and press to answer:
"There's still an hour until work time, what can't we talk about later?"

"Urgent cases, hurry up and leave."

Hank was supposed to be eating too. After vaguely stating an address, he hung up the phone.

Ethan randomly stuffed the bread into his mouth, and drank the coffee in two or three gulps.

He took out a piece of change and photographed it at the dining table, and left quickly.

Moving slowly with the traffic flow, it is the rush hour to go to work, and there are vehicles everywhere.

Blue lights were already seen flashing in the distance, and patrolmen cordoned off the river.

Ethan turned on the turn signal, but the vehicle next to him refused to give way.

Lower the window and look to the side.

"What the hell are you looking at?" The black road rage aunt lowered the car window, her thick lips barbara:
"Don't look at how handsome you are, my mother is going to be late for work, so fly over if you have the ability."

If it weren't for the sake of the last sentence, she would have to be punished.

Ethan didn't bother to talk to her, and directly dialed the button.

Seeing the blue light flashing, the black aunt hurriedly slowed down to avoid it, and the car windows also rose quickly.

This time, it got to the side smoothly and drove down along the road.

The Cadillac SUV has arrived, and Hank is walking inside.

"Boom."

Ethan slammed the car door and walked forward stepping on the thick snow.

A black Ford sedan was parked nearby. When he saw this car, he had a familiar feeling.

"This way."

Hank raised his security belt and waved to him.

Throwing the bad premonition behind him, he quickly followed.

There was a vast expanse of white beside the river, five or six people were busy here, when they crossed the withered and yellow reeds, they saw a dead body lying on the ground,
Next to the corpse stood a white man in a gray coat.

The face is firm and the figure is straight.

Ethan slowed down and clenched his teeth.

"Edwin Stillwell, Home Office officer."

Hank introduced something casually, and looked at Edwin with his hands in his pockets: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The latter looked at Ethan, and then asked Hank:

"Do you know this man on the ground?"

Ethan shifted his gaze a little guilty, and looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

Caucasian male, in his twenties.

He was short, thin, with a pointed chin, like a mouse.

There were purple-red bruises all over his neck.

One of the rope marks is the most obvious.

No accident, he should have been strangled to death with a rope
"Yes, I know this person." Hank looked at the face of the corpse lying on the ground, and said hoarsely:

"Lonny Rodiger."

Hearing this name, Ethan remembered something.

He looked at Hank in surprise, and what he got was a positive look from the other side.

"The time of death was just last night."

Edwin, an officer of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, looked at the corpse and narrowed his eyes: "I thought, I have already told you to pay attention to Horstead."

"I didn't say it, or did you not take my words to heart?"

While Hank was having breakfast, he received a call from Edwin, saying it was urgent.

I thought it was an urgent case, but I didn't expect it to be Lonnie's body.

Either way, things are still heading for the worst.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Edwin silently.

"do you know?"

Edwin said softly: "I hope Horstead can provide an alibi."

"And it is a perfect alibi, otherwise, he will be in trouble, big trouble!"

Putting down his harsh words, Edwin nodded at Ethan, turned and left.

"What do we do now?"

Looking at the gray coat man walking away, Ethan asked Hank.

"Can't do anything."

Hanke said angrily: "It is impossible for people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to let us intervene in this kind of case."

"What happens is up to Horstead himself."

"Go back to the police station." He walked towards the parking place, and the snow creaked when he stepped on it:
"Don't contact Horstead, it will cause trouble for you and him."

"Ah."

Ethan nodded, and walked outside with him:
"What's the background of that Ministry of Internal Affairs officer Edwin Stewell just now?"

"Do you remember the officer from the Ministry of Internal Affairs last time?" Hank slowed down:
"The woman who appeared the night Catalano was killed."

"Remember." Ethan searched the memory: "Gladishar, right."

With a look of endocrine disorders, he was very impressed with that woman.

"Yes."

A smile appeared on the corner of Hank's mouth: "Gladishar has already been stepped down by me, and Edwin is the one who will replace him."

"enemy."

Ethan licked his lips: "Still a friend?"

"Generally speaking, it's the enemy." With no one around, Hank whispered again:
"This person is not easy to provoke, so be careful."

"Also, he's the one who put Sumner on the intelligence team."

"Whether Sumner works for the Ministry of Internal Affairs is unclear, but you should be careful when communicating with her."

"Treat her as an ordinary colleague, don't talk too much about other things."

"Waterfa."

Ethan simply stopped and opened his hands: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"what happened?"

Hank cast a puzzled look.

"Forget it." Ethan waved his hand helplessly: "Go back."

We've had in-depth exchanges five times, and it's too late to say anything now. The Ministry of Internal Affairs should be the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

It's all done, what else can I do.

With this in mind, Ethan hit the accelerator.

Back at the police station, Pratt spread his hands at them with an expression of disbelief.

As the reception sergeant, she is also often responsible for communicating with other departments.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the most well-informed person in the entire 21st Bureau. She must have received wind of the killing of Lonnie.

Ethan shook his head and walked to the side.

Going up to the second floor, Irene and Orinsky have arrived at the office.

The former kept chewing on potato chips, while the latter was also sad because of his daughter.

"What happened to you?"

Irene stuffed a handful of potato chips into her mouth: "Olinski, I can understand why the two of you came here like this."

Hank ignored her and walked quickly to the office.

Now he is anxious to understand the clues that the Ministry of Internal Affairs has obtained. He doesn't care what he says, but he is still worried about Horstead.

"You will be like me soon."

Ethan didn't return to his seat, but walked to Erin's place.

Sitting directly on the table, he snatched the snack bag from her hand.

"Hey!"

Erin stretched out her hand to snatch it dissatisfied: "I'm just getting started."

"Erwin."

Ethan kept moving his body, blocking Irene's arm.

"What's wrong?" Orinski raised his head and looked at the two people who were making a fuss.

"Lonny Rodiger, dead."

He grabbed the potato chips and put them in his mouth, shrugging.

Erin's hand, which was trying to snatch back the snacks, froze in mid-air.

Orlinski's mouth opens and the gummy drops.

(End of this chapter)