My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 647 Very Creative

Back at the police station, Ethan thought about it and searched Carl's school online.

After finding the principal's name, he tentatively entered it into the police system. If he found something interesting, he might be able to help Fiona.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

"What are you looking for with Principal Billy?" Just then, Hank passed by and noticed the name on his computer screen.

"You know him?" Ethan asked in surprise.

"Twice dealt with."

Hank shrugged: "Did he offend you?"

"Come on." Ethan hurriedly took Hank to his office: "Tell me about Billy."

No surprises, no danger, it's five o'clock again.

Atwater's first day at work was uneventful, let alone a major case or a shootout, and he never even left the house.

There are no cases today, and there is no need to work overtime.

Seeing the others leaving one after another, he moved his shoulders depressingly.

I feel that coming to the intelligence team is even more leisurely than being in the patrol team.

While on patrol, even though it was all trivial things, the feeling was extremely fulfilling, and he was always busy. But when he came to the intelligence team today, he almost turned over the old case files.

During this period, he also secretly sent a message to ask Burgess.

After learning that the other party had captured a thief, I was even more envious, and it was hard to tell the other party that I paddled the whole way on my first day in the intelligence team.

"What, are you bored?"

There was a heavy pat on the shoulder, and a caring voice sounded.

Atwater quickly turned around and found that it was Ethan: "It's a little bit different from what I imagined."

He scratched his chest and grinned his white teeth:
"It's too idle, I'm not used to it."

Ethan put on his coat, and Irene had already finished the paperwork and reports, all he had to do was sign it.

Simple and effortless.

"You have to hold your breath." Ethan knocked on his desk and said, "There are more than 1 police officers in Chicago, not just our intelligence team."

"We were just attacked yesterday, and the bureau let us take it easy."

"Don't worry, I'm afraid you won't be too busy in the future."

In Atwater's state, he just wanted to come up with a big case and prove his ability.

To put it bluntly, it is impatience.

Rusek did the same thing at the beginning. He made a few big baskets and was almost returned.

In fact, it's a good thing that the intelligence team didn't have any cases today, just to grind Atwater's temper.

"Ok, I see."

After all, Atwater has been training in the patrol team for a long time, and he knows that his current mentality is not good.

He shook his head, supported the table and stood up:

"Tonight at Molly's? I'll buy you a round."

"You find someone else."

Ethan waved his hand and refused: "I have something to do tonight, so let's go first."

I don't have time tonight, the parents will go to help the venue, and there will be a wedding to attend later.

I came to the dressing room, took a shower, and changed into an ordinary black suit I bought today.

There's no need to dress too well, this face is already enough to steal the show, and if you dress too well, it won't do to steal Kevin's limelight.

Put some pomade on your hands, rub it evenly, and then grab it on your head.

"Hi."

A voice next to him said: "Do you have a date tonight?"

Burgess, seen through the small mirror on the cabinet door, was wearing jeans, a red T-shirt, and a gray coat.

Putting on this attire, she should be leaving get off work.

"No." Ethan smiled and shook his head: "Going to a friend's wedding."

"By the way, how are you doing today?"

"It's still the same."

Burgess was a little listless, leaning against the iron cabinet, staring blankly at Ethan.

"Do not be discouraged."

Ethan unbuttoned another button of his white shirt, his strong chest muscles looming: "As long as you want to, you can have a wonderful life in the patrol team."

"There's always a chance later, isn't there?"

"Ah."

Burgess snorted, the intelligence team was her target at this stage.

It was impossible to say that she was not disappointed when she was dismissed, but there was no way she could be disappointed now. She couldn't say that she was more qualified than Atwater.

The other party's efforts are no worse than their own.

The two have been together for so long, and their relationship is also very good.

Apart from congratulations, she couldn't say anything.

Burgess hesitated, and asked, "Are you going to Molly tonight?"

Ethan is also strange, one after another looking for him to drink tonight, when did he become so popular.

"Probably no time."

He put down the pomade, picked up the greeting card in the cabinet: "Ask you a question?"

"You said."

Although it was a bit regrettable, Burgess still cheered up.

"I don't know what gift to buy for the couple, so I might as well give cash." Ethan shook the greeting card and continued to ask, "How much is appropriate, I don't understand these things."

"Look at the state of the economy."

Burgess smiled slightly: "Based on your financial situation, it should be no problem to give [-]."

"Be serious, I mean it."

Ethan picked up the greeting card and patted her on the head angrily.

Friends are friends, and you can give as much as you need in an emergency.

This is a wedding, just follow the rules.

"Okay." Burgess stuck out his tongue: "Generally, newcomers will provide a list of gifts, which can be purchased according to the items on the list."

"Given your current situation, just give Franklin a ticket."

"The newcomers now prefer to receive cash, so that they can buy things according to their preferences."

"Thank you, then I see."

Ethan took out two Franklins from his pocket and put them in the greeting card. This kind of thing should be a couple, even though the wedding is fake.

"damn it."

Burgess looked enviously at the movements of Ethan's hands: "Do all of you rich people carry so much money with you?"

"Waterfa?"

Ethan shrugged: "It's only two hundred dollars, is it a lot?"

"This is what's left of me." Burgess took out a crumpled five-dollar bill from his pocket, looking pitiful.

"boom."

Ethan stuffed the greeting card into his inner pocket and closed the cabinet door.

"Let's go."

He grabbed Burgess' shoulders and walked outside: "For the sake of your pity today, I will treat you to dinner, and the hamburger is enough."

"Can I make a small request?"

"No."

"How about some steak?"

"good idea!"

After a sumptuous dinner, Burgess' mood improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two parted, and he drove to Carl's school.

I have to go to the wedding later, so we need to make a quick decision here.

He didn't enter the school gate in the morning, so he didn't know. When he entered now, he was taken aback. Even if the economic situation in the nearby few blocks is very poor, it is not so casual in a typical poor community.

With a gun on his body, he just registered and went in without any inspection at all.

There is nothing to say about the environment in the school, it is very average, just highlight one passable.

At this time, it is not too late, there are still many people in the school.

They were all detained or held parent-teacher meetings.

According to the information provided by Fiona, walk through the corridor to an office.

Carl and Debbie were sitting on chairs outside, talking to each other.

Seeing Ethan appear, Carl was instantly honest.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped Carl on the head: "Be quiet."

"Dong dong."

After knocking on the door twice, he turned the doorknob directly.

In the small room, four people faced each other two by two, and now they all turned their attention to Ethan.

As Fiona expected, Frank did not show up.

Sitting next to her was Lip.

Lip was wearing a blue shirt. Although he tried to look mature, he still couldn't hide the childishness on his face.

In the room, there is a large desk.

Old Hei, who was wearing a suit, was sitting on the sofa chair behind the desk. He was bald and looked very serious.

I saw his photo on the Internet, he is the principal.

Next to the principal, sat a blond female teacher.

The floral shirt was pushed out with a proud curve, but there was a little impatience on her face, but when she saw Ethan, she quickly sat down, her back straightened, and her curves became more charming.

"Hi."

Ethan walked in regardless of the principal's serious gaze, "Hi, I'm Morgan."

"Hello."

Seeing the police badge on Ethan's waist, the black headmaster quickly reached out and shook his hand: "I'm Billy, may I help you?"

In the eyes of the female teacher, there was even more splendor.

"I'm Fiona's friend, and I'm very close to their family." Ethan pulled a chair and sat down, raised his legs and said:
"If you don't mind, can I sit in?"

I've already sat down, even if I don't mind, so what.

The principal suppressed his dissatisfaction and looked at Fiona seriously: "What I need are parents, real parents."

"Not sister, brother, and a friend, understand?"

"headmaster."

Fiona quickly explained: "Lipp is 17 and I'm 21, I know, even though we're not Cal's legal guardians."

"But we've provided him with a very good living environment, I promise."

"My letter is very clear." The headmaster waved the pencil impatiently, interrupting her: "I need to see the parents."

"Our father is very busy."

Fiona kneaded her palms nervously: "Besides, I just received the letter today."

"No." The blond female teacher crossed her legs, first smiled at Ethan, and then looked at Fiona: "I'm very sure, I gave the letter to Carl last week."

Ethan touched his handsome face, and smiled back at the female teacher.

"That's because there is a problem with your work." Lip caught the loophole and quickly argued: "How can you expect a nine-year-old child to deliver such an important letter."

People are smart, but they are not very good at speaking.

This situation is not a good time to make the other party angry.

Sure enough, the faces of the two people on the opposite side turned cold.

"I'm not discussing with you now, understand?" The principal threw the pencil aside: "This is a notice."

"Carl is now on the verge of being expelled. Notifying the legal guardian is just to go through the process. If his father refuses to come, I can skip this process."

"Please, you can't do this."

Fiona begged quickly, "Carl is a good boy, he likes going to school, and he loves learning."

"Bang bang bang."

At this moment, there were a few noises outside.

Through the window, Carl was seen grabbing Debbie's hair while shaking his head against the wall.

"Hahaha."

The principal laughed loudly, pointed at the mentally handicapped children outside and said, "Please, do you believe what you say?"

Fiona gritted her teeth, wishing she could go out and clean up Carl.

"I'll show you something." The blond female teacher bent down, holding something under the table.

Ethan was keenly aware that the headmaster quickly glanced at the beautiful scenery in the floral shirt.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This is Carl's work from today's handicraft class."

The blond female teacher brought up a bunch of things in disgust and put them on the table: "The other children are all flowers and small animals."

"Can you tell what your brother is doing?"

Of course, it can be seen that the few people present are not blind.

The corners of Ethan's eyes twitched, Fiona clenched her hands, and Lip covered his face.

A lump of lifelike rice paddies is placed on the table, and Carl also paints it in black and brown very thoughtfully.

"It is not good?"

Fiona gritted her teeth and said, "Very creative."

"This is a disease, and it needs to be cured." The principal put away his smile and said coldly: "Sorry, I know both of you, and I have never seen you bring your father to the parent-teacher meeting."

"It's unhealthy and I cannot tolerate a family without a legal guardian."

Ignoring Fiona's flushed eyes, he pointed to the phone next to him: "I will call the social welfare department, and I believe those people will do their jobs well."

"As for Carl, he needs it right away."

"cough."

A heavy dry cough sounded, interrupting the principal's words.

He looked at the opposite side dissatisfied: "Mr. Morgan, what's the matter?"

"Detective."

Ethan smiled, his shiny leather shoes shaking slightly: "It's Detective Morgan, principal, can we have a private chat?"

"I think." The headmaster said doubtfully, "There is no need for that."

"Necessary."

Ethan stood up and showed his white teeth to the blond female teacher: "This beautiful lady, can I trouble you?"

It can be seen that this female teacher is a good-looking party, and it is very likely that she is a uniform control.

"No problem at all."

She swallowed, and stood up with a smile: "I'm going out now, detective!"

Ethan winked at Fiona again, and she quickly pulled Lip outside, closing the door behind her.

"What do you want to do?"

The principal squeezed his tie and said with a righteous face: "I know you are a policeman, but this is my territory."

"Relax." Ethan took out two cigarettes: "Just chatting."

"By the way, Boit said it's been a long time since I saw you, let me say hello to you for him."

Looking at the cigarette handed to him, the headmaster wanted to sternly refuse, but when he heard the name Boyte, his fingers trembled and he looked up.

"That's right, that's the Boyt you thought of."

Ethan raised his hand again, narrowing his eyes: "Are you sure you don't want this cigarette?"

The principal looked at the cigarette, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to take it.

Seeing that he accepted his kindness, Ethan nodded and took out a card from his pocket: "Sorry, I'm not very good at talking, so just be direct, I want to make friends with you."

"This is Zen Yu Nu's number. You can say it was introduced by an acquaintance, and you can get a [-]% discount."

"How about it, are you sincere?"

Under the illumination of the light, the paper card glows, and the number written on the ballpoint pen is full of temptation.

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