My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 820 There is something wrong with the designation
The small conflict inside did not attract the attention of outsiders.

On the other hand, when Ethan Shiran walked out, he cast surprised gazes from all directions.

In a place like this, it’s all about staying up.

Therefore, people in prison will pay great attention to any interesting things that happen.

There is no way, after all, there is not much fun.

Not long after he came out, the three prisoners just now helped each other out, looking at Ethan with hatred, but they didn't dare to get any closer.

All of a sudden, those who made up their minds about him retreated one after another.

The fist here is the last word.

Ethan wandered around the active area alone, and after identifying each area clearly, the time for the wind was over soon.

Under the urging of prison guards, all the criminals returned to their prisons one after another.

"good."

As soon as he returned to the room, he saw that his things were neatly arranged on the upper bunk, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Sit down, what did you do to get in?"

"Thank you."

The white boy nodded and bowed, he sat down on the lower bunk: "Just steal, rob."

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him on the forehead: "You are young and you don't know how to learn anything good."

The iron gate was closed by the prison guards outside.

It's all right now, the whole person is completely trapped in this small room of a few square meters.

"What about you?"

The white boy touched his head aggrievedly: "Why did you come in again?"

Everyone is locked up here, who the hell is cleaner than the other!
Thinking about the charges Hank arranged for himself, the corner of Ethan's eyes twitched: "It's nothing, just killed a few bitch."

"what?"

The white boy looked confused.

The contrast between this accusation and the external image is too great.

But he quickly realized that in this kind of place, no matter how outrageous things can happen, this charge is not surprising.

The greater the contrast, the more real it appears.

He swallowed, put his feet away, and carefully hid in the corner of the bed. This guy specified that he was mentally ill and couldn't be provoked.

"Ugh."

Ethan sighed, put his hands together, and lay down on the upper bunk.

This is the first day of coming in, so don't be too anxious.

Lie down and consider it a rest.

Intelligence unit, interrogation room.

Hank sat on the table, slowly rolling up his sleeves.

In front of him, sat two men.

One of them was wearing a tracksuit, tall and thin, with a cropped cut.

From the outside, he looks a little young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, with dark skin, and a little panic in his bright eyes.

Sitting on the chair, it can be seen that he is taller than the white bald man next to him.

This person is the target of this case.

James Grant.

In order to put pressure on him, Hank decided to take the kid back to the police station for interrogation.

Still, Grant was smart.

Without further ado, he asked for a lawyer to be present.

"High school students, star players, whether it's basketball or football, were caught for doing something stupid." Hank frowned and looked at Grant, shaking his head and said, "You're not the first, and you won't be the last."

"Because of a momentary fever."

Hank spread his hands and said hoarsely: "Scholarship, college recommendation, and the glamorous place in the NBA have nothing to do with you."

"You won't hesitate for these."

He opened the case file next to him, and put the photo in front of Grant: "He didn't hesitate to kill a ten-year-old girl, Mr. Grant, do you sleep well at night?"

"My sleep is so bad, I close my eyes and I see Maya like this."

"Boom."

Hank snapped his fingers hard at the photo: "It looks like he was shot twice in the head."

Grant looked at the photo in front of him with a blank expression on his face.

But the wings of his nose quietly enlarged.

"Hey."

The lawyer on the side waved his hands and protested: "You are making groundless accusations against my client, and there are no witnesses or evidence to prove that this was done by my client."

"Don't forget, we are here to cooperate with your investigation out of concern for the dead."

"You look like this, I will reserve the right to complain."

"you shut up."

Hank raised his hand and pointed at the lawyer fiercely: "Now, it's not time for you to speak."

"Grant, stop pretending."

He turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the tall man: "We already know that you asked Tucker to find someone. Why can't I see that you are quite big, but you are as brave as a little hen."

"Why, even a ten-year-old girl, don't you dare to do it yourself?"

"listen."

Grant bit his lip and breathed heavily: "I haven't seen Tucker since he was imprisoned, so I don't understand why you come up with such an idea."

"Hey, stop."

The lawyer next to him quickly interrupted his words: "Given the attitude of these people, you don't need to tell them anything."

"It's ok."

Grant raised his hand, held down Maya's photo and pushed it away: "I just wanted to tell the police officer the truth. I didn't do anything to anyone."

"You don't understand me."

He raised his head and looked at Hank seriously: "In the community where I live, gangs, drugs, and prostitutes are rampant."

"I was just a kid and I just wanted to get out of there."

Hank pursed his lips, his eyes seeming to stare into the depths of Grant's soul.

"You go."

He closed his eyes and waved away.

This is a high school student and a well-known figure. It is impossible for him to use any violent means against him, which will only make the case more complicated.

However, this time, the goal can be achieved.

The tall figure disappeared outside the door.

After a while, several people from the intelligence team all walked in.

"Hank."

Orlinsky took off his duckbill cap, frowned and asked, "Do you believe what he said?"

"Of course it's impossible." Hank shook his head, sneered and said, "A teenage brat, if I still can't see through it, then it's a waste of time. He definitely did this."

"This bastard didn't know where he came from and wanted to impress me."

He jumped off the table and looked at everyone:

"This time, I'm trying to scare him on purpose, Erwin, you and Rusek will keep an eye on Grant, and report any abnormalities at any time."

"clear."

Orlinski patted Rusek on the shoulder, and the two hurried to follow.

"What about us?"

Erin spread her hands and asked anxiously.

Now everyone had something to do, and she and Horsted were the only ones in the office. This feeling of powerlessness made her feel a little lost.

"No hurries?"

Hank glared at her, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you have any patience for this?"

"Go back and continue to watch the monitoring, any work is very important."

With such a scolding at the beginning, Irene also calmed down.

She nodded and walked out of the interrogation room with Horsted.

Hank looked at the photo of the little girl and sighed. He closed the folder and slowly covered the photo.

(End of this chapter)