My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

This sentence is too familiar.

"Write down the number."

Irene shook her head and said, "Tell the other party, I will call later."

This is exactly the same as noon.

Ethan shrugged and walked into the office.

There is no need to ask too much about other people's private affairs. If Irene needs help, she will naturally ask.

None of the others got off work, and they were all studying the case file, trying to find a breakthrough, or comparing their avatars, trying to find information on the other gunmen.

In this case, Ethan was too embarrassed to leave alone.

After eight o'clock, he couldn't help stretching his waist. When he saw the car keys that Nadia put on the table, his eyes lit up.

The Cadillac logo shines brightly under the light.

It seems to be sending out a call from ancient times.

"Shh."

He picked up the car keys and walked to the pillar hanger.

He took off the thin coat, hooked it with his fingers and walked outside.

Antonio was off work, and Horstead and Irene were still staring at the screen. The latter was thinking about something, with a hint of sadness in his brows.

"I am leaving."

Atwater rubbed his eyes and pushed the keyboard away.

"See you tomorrow."

Several greetings sounded one after another, and Nadia also raised her head and smiled at Atwater.

"Sheriff Morgan."

Seeing Ethan coming out of it, she quickly stood up.

"You haven't left yet?"

Ethan flicked his watch: "It doesn't matter if you can go back earlier, most of these people are workaholics, you can't survive them."

"It's okay." Nadia said quickly:

"I came here on the first day, and there are still many things I am not familiar with. I need to spend more time to study."

"Okay." Ethan pointed to her knees: "You don't have to stand up every time you see me coming, your knees will be useless soon."

"Ok."

Nadia smiled sweetly: "I see."

Leaving her alone, Ethan put his arm around Atwater's shoulder and led him downstairs: "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere to eat."

Atwater muffled: "Go home and rest, my back is a little sore recently."

"Let's go."

Ethan flicked the car key: "Come test drive with me."

"What car?" Atwater became interested. He is the kind of person who likes cars very much. Last time Ferrari came over, others were taking photos of the interior and exterior with their mobile phones. This guy specializes in the lower three roads and the inner three. road.

"I do not know either."

Ethan chuckled: "But it should be very helpful for back pain."

The car will also help the sore back. Atwater walked out of the police station with Ethan with a question mark on his face, and found the newly issued car in the parking space next to him.

"Shet."

When Atwater saw the car, he was much more refreshed.

A black full-size SUV just lay quietly on the ground, the brand new paint surface emitting a layer of faint light.

"Damn it, is it this?"

Atwater walked over quickly and said excitedly: "It's still brand new. I buy it. The Escalade is equipped with a V8 engine and can accelerate from 6.8 kilometers in [-] seconds. For this big guy, it is already very powerful."

Ethan didn't understand what he was muttering, and pressed the key casually.

The huge headlights were turned on, and the white cold light flickered.

The front of the car has sharp edges and corners, and it looks quite domineering. The buttocks of the car are raised high, and the size is similar to that of the previous Saab class. The roof is a few centimeters higher than itself.

Seeing Atwater lift the hood, Ethan smiled and got into the driver's seat.

The space inside the car is very spacious, with three rows of seats, it is no problem for seven or eight people to sit.

I just don't know how long this car can be driven.

"boom."

The engine started to vibrate, startling Atwater.

He quickly closed the hood and quickly got into the car: "Where shall we go for a test drive?"

"China Town."

Ethan turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.

Ten minutes later, Atwater looked at the flashing neon sign and asked with a confused face:

"Test drive?"

"That's right, it's a test drive."

Ethan laughed loudly, stopped the car and turned off the engine: "Let's go, I'll treat you."

The lights are pink and the music is soothing.

Inside the nasal cavity, there is a charming aroma.

The ice wrapped in gauze rolls and presses on the back for a while, and then, the warm body is pressed up with a layer of massage oil, and Atwater's tailbone is like a flash of electricity , straight to the back of the head.

Looking at the massage table next to him, the bulging Eastern European girl above Ethan was sexy and charming, and Atwater grabbed his hands nervously.

"take it easy."

Ethan threw a grape into his mouth calmly: "We are like a car. After driving for a long time, we always need maintenance and service. This is normal."

"Makes sense."

Atwater's mouth twitched, unable to laugh or cry.

"Crack."

Avoiding the faces of several people, Ethan took a selfie, took most of the pictures of himself and Atwater, and sent it to Rusek.

Only then did he lower his head in satisfaction, enjoying the constant pressing of his fingers on his body.

The phone buzzed and vibrated a few times, and it stopped after a while. I picked up the phone and found that besides Rusek's crazy emoji, there was also a text message from Irene:
"Can you go somewhere with me?"

"What time?"

"It's up to you."

"I'll be free in half an hour."

"Ok, no problem."

Along with the last message, another address was sent.

Ethan put down his phone inexplicably, and continued to bury his head on the massage table, not knowing what was going on, and even setting the time by himself.

The Cadillac pulled up close to the curb, the gray Dodge in front of it like a toy car.

It's a bit exaggerated, but it does give Ethan this feeling.

He was sitting in the car, looking down at Irene in the Dodge. This guy was looking at the side in disbelief, without even noticing that a car was parked opposite.

Looking along the other side's gaze, there is a tavern next to it.

The frosted glass windows flickered with the lights in the house.

"bump."

The sound of the car door closing finally caught Irene's attention, and she hurriedly got out of the car along with her.

"Go ahead."

Ethan spread his hands loosely: "What's the matter?"

"Can you come in and have a drink?"

Irene pursed her lips: "I'll go in later, and you just pretend you don't know me."

"what?"

Just like Atwater just now, Ethan asked with a confused face: "Then what should I do after I go in?"

"No need to do anything."

Irene looked at Ethan steadfastly, and said softly, "You just need to be inside."

"alright."

Ethan nodded. Anyway, he has done a lot of inexplicable things, and this time is not bad. (end of this chapter)