My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 687
"Waterfa?"

Hearing Hank's words, Ethan shouted in shock: "When did it happen?"

"Not long ago." Hank continued:
"I'm about to go to the scene of the crime. It's at Teisel's mistress's house. Do you remember where it is?"

"Remember, it will pass in a while."

Ethan replied casually and hung up the phone.

"What happened?" Burgess heard something wrong in her tone, but she was handcuffed and it was difficult to turn over, so she could only turn her head awkwardly: "Where are you going?"

"An informant died."

Bending down, Ethan said apologetically, "I have to go there, I'm very sorry."

"You wait at home, I will come back later."

"Don't worry, I can understand." Burgess blushed: "But, shouldn't you stop first?"

"Everyone is dead."

Ethan squeezed her earlobe, and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay to be a few minutes late!"

Burgess's little head was suddenly messed up, and suddenly she felt very reasonable. She stared, opened her mouth and bit the pillow tightly.

The Ford Interceptor let out a frantic roar, and all the lights and sirens were turned on.

With a sense of resentment, the vehicle rampaged on the road.

Walking through the streets, I came to the place in my memory, which is also full of blue light.

There were seven or eight police cars parked on the street.

There are hidden and patrol cars, and there are many neighborhood residents watching.

"vomit."

A patrolman quickly ran out of the house, making a heart-piercing sound of vomiting beside the sewer.

"bump."

Ethan slammed the car door and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.

Due to some unexplainable reasons, his whole body exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to.

The aura was so scary that Ethan didn't even light up his police badge, and the patrolman in charge of maintaining order immediately lifted his security belt and let him walk in with a big swagger.

"I do not like this feeling."

Atwater also ran over from another direction. He looked at the policeman who kept vomiting, shook his head and said, "I don't like it very much."

No need to guess, there must be something amazing going on inside.

"What were you doing just now?"

Ethan bumped fists with him, and there was a strong smell of cheese on Atwater's body.

"Macaroni and Cheese." Atwater shrugged and said helplessly, "I just got home not long ago, and I was planning to get myself something to eat."

I looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

The two walked up the steps together and strode into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Under the background of the heater, Ethan sneezed hard.

He rubbed his nose and looked at the blue peaked cap on the ground.

The hat fell into a pool of blood, which was still dripping down on it.

There were at least a dozen people in the living room, and all of these people were scattered in the corners of the room, out of the way of the middle.

He moved his gaze up along the direction of the blood dripping.

Teisel's body was suspended in the air, and a large iron hook pierced through his jaw.

The upper end, also a hook, was firmly hewn into the beam.

"God."

Seeing this scene, Atwater took a step back in shock.

"Fack." Irene cursed in a low voice, and walked out of the kitchen beside her, covering her mouth and nose.

"Hector did it."

Hank walked over to Ethan and pointed to the wall.

Above, a bloody letter Y, the same as Teisel said before.

"I don't care who did it." Heavy footsteps sounded, and the burly Director Perry strode over. He pointed to the other side angrily: "You must find the murderer."

Looking in the direction of his arms, the three old blacks were bound and collapsed on the ground.

He was blocked by the crowd just now, and he hasn't noticed this scene yet.

The separation of the heads is shocking.

It's no wonder that these people are standing in the corner of the room, and it's no wonder that there is such a strong smell of blood. This is a beheading that is full of deterrence.

Ordinary gang members would not use this method.

It's bothersome and disgusting.

To put it bluntly, it is a means to deter the enemy.

As for Director Perry's anger, Ethan didn't take it to heart. Every time a black man was killed, he always expressed his position. He did too much, giving himself the feeling of a political show.

Even if you care about the ethnic group, you don't have to be like this for a group of traffickers.

That's right, when Ethan saw Teisel being hung in the air, he just regretted that he lost a source of income.

Anger, not at all.

"What's in there?"

Ethan looked at Irene and asked.

"You'll know when you go and see." Irene covered her mouth, her face pale.

"Let's go."

Ethan patted Atwater on the back, and the two walked over the blood spreading on the ground and walked into the kitchen.

"damn it."

Seeing the body lying on the ground in a blue bikini, Atwater cursed.

The people outside are traffickers, and there is no fluctuation in his heart.

But this woman is always innocent.

Rusek and Orinski were all inside, observing the work of the forensic room staff.

Kneeling down and looking at the female corpse on the ground, Ethan narrowed his eyes.

There are several gaps in the neck.

Some are very neat, while others are messy.

"See here." The person in the forensic room next to him stretched out his finger and nodded at the biggest gap in the neck: "This is the first attack."

"No matter who did it, he saw that no one was killed the first time."

The witness's palm fell down: "Immediately, there were a few more attacks in succession."

He turned around, flicked his arm, and pointed to the cabinet.

Ethan looked in the direction of his swing, a smear of blood splashed on it, scattered blood droplets even flew to the ceiling.

"Machete?" Rusek asked next to him.

"No." The witness shook his head:
"If it was a machete, it wouldn't have such an incision. I can't tell what kind of cold weapon it is. I have rarely come into contact with such a weapon."

Ethan looked around and found that something was missing.

He scratched his head and slapped Rusek: "Something is wrong, but you can't tell?"

"These people were held hostage."

Hank came over and said what Ethan felt was wrong: "So there are no bullet casings or bullet holes."

"Who found this place?"

Those were small questions, and Ethan started asking for clues.

According to them, it was a pizza boy who discovered the crime scene.

When he saw this scene through the window, the pizza boy almost peed his pants in fright, and quickly called the police.

The surrounding environment has been checked by the police, but nothing has been gained.

It is impossible to have public cameras in this kind of neighborhood.

Just when Ethan was about to ask if there were any witnesses, Director Perry walked over angrily:

"None of these bastards is willing to speak."

"I have a bad premonition that the surrounding gangs have issued a ban, and they want to take revenge themselves."

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(End of this chapter)