My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 560 I Don't Need Evidence

"How are you?"

Seeing him like that, Ethan walked over and held out his palm.

"I do not know."

After clapping hands with Ethan lightly, Horstead said dully, "I should be happy according to reason, but I really can't be happy."

Ethan nodded, took one last look at Phil, turned and walked out of the observation room.

Prison life is not painful for Phil. The most painful thing is that he needs to face himself every day for the rest of his life.

Two days later, late at night.

The rain was mixed with snow, and a gust of cold wind blew through the skin and bones.

The wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and a brown-haired woman in a black suit hurried out.

She wrapped her clothes tightly, and her high heels clicked on the humanoid path.

Colorful neon lights sprinkled on the long brown hair, looking extremely gorgeous.

A puff of blue smoke rose, and Jenny inhaled the rain-soaked cigarette, but flicked to the trash can not far away.

In the previous incident, even though she retreated unscathed.

But in the law firm, there are rumors and gossips. Those who want to take advantage of the opportunity will always jump out at critical moments to make trouble.

These things also upset her.

So after working overtime, I came to a familiar tavern to have a drink or two.

"Bichi."

Thinking of this, she cursed secretly.

It is impossible for others to easily take away the partner position that I have worked so hard to keep.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the rain was misty.

Jenny blinked a few times involuntarily, and in the blink of an eyelid, a water-stained palm appeared in front of her eyes.

"save."

Before the shouting words could be spoken, the palm suddenly covered it.

Mouth was tightly covered, unable to make any sound.

She tried desperately to struggle, but was picked up, and her body quickly fell backwards, sinking into the dark alley next to her.

"Boom."

After a muffled sound, several wild cats hiding from the rain rushed out of the alley.

Jenny was thrown to the wall by the people behind her.

She grunted, feeling dizzy.

The black-haired man wearing a mask in front of him let go of his hand covering his mouth, but pinched it around his neck again.

Even through a layer of gloves, she could feel the icy chill.

"I have money."

Jenny shook her head frantically, and said with horror in her eyes:
"It's in the wallet in your pocket, you can take it."

Feeling that the hand holding her neck was slowly tightening, she didn't know whether it was rain or tears in her eyes:
"Please, you talk,"

"I can give you whatever you want. My skills are very good. Would you like to give it a try?"

"Your skills are pretty good." A dull voice came from under the mask: "But forget it, I'm afraid I don't know how to die."

"Who are you?" Jenny asked in horror with an inexplicably familiar voice.

Ethan took off his mask and smiled at Jenny:
"Sorry, sorry."

"It's you."

Jenny's eyes became shocked, and she was about to say something.

"Hey!"

Ethan exerted force with his palm, pinched her neck suddenly, and slowly pushed her up along the wall.

"I'll tell you something." Seeing Jenny's flushed face and hands struggling in vain, Ethan blinked at her:

"Actually, sometimes, I don't need evidence."

The rain became heavier, desperately squeezed into the alley, and hit the body with crackling.

The next day, after a night of heavy rain, the sky turned blue.

Chicago finally got rid of the gray weather, and the morning sun looked so fresh.

Ethan walks up the stairs refreshed and bumps into Burgess head-on.

"Hey."

He raised his coffee cup: "Good morning, so the administrative leave is over soon?"

She was wearing a black patrol uniform, with the collar of a light blue shirt turned up, and her ponytail was curled behind her head, swinging with her movements.

"Yes, good morning."

Burgess' eyes became flustered, and he nodded quickly.

The two wanted to give way to each other, but they walked to the left at the same time, almost colliding with each other.

Ethan flashed to the right, and the other party followed.

"Why don't you go first." He smiled and gestured to Burgess.

"No need." Burgess also stopped, and nodded his head to the side: "Can we talk?"

Originally, she wanted to talk to Ethan, but now she just wanted to say a few words.

"no problem."

Knowing that she wanted to talk about what happened that night, Ethan spread his hands indifferently.

The two walked towards the corner of the police station lobby one after the other.

This is Pratt's territory, and she immediately observed this scene, and the peripheral vision of her eyes swept over.

"listen."

Burgess squeezed his hands and shook his fists constantly: "I'm really sorry about what happened a few days ago."

"I shouldn't have done that, it's so unprofessional."

"I'm really sorry, I hope you don't mind."

Thinking of the wet kiss that night, Ethan certainly didn't mind: "It's okay, I'm so handsome, it's normal that you can't control yourself."

A joke made Burgess relax a lot.

The smile returned to her face, and she nodded quickly: "Then let's pretend that nothing happened, what do you think?"

"No problem." Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand.

Burgess looked at the slender and clean palm in front of him, and quickly shook it: "Let's continue to be friends."

"As you wish." Ethan shook hands with her:
"Don't think so much, it was just a beautiful misunderstanding that night."

Letting go, Ethan turned and walked upstairs.

When he passed the reception desk, he knocked on the table with a smile: "Look openly, otherwise it's easy to squint."

Watching Ethan's leaving back, Burgess pursed his lips and rubbed his hands unconsciously.

After a few seconds, his eyes shifted, and he was startled.

Pratt stood behind the reception desk with his head tilted, looking at himself expressionlessly.

She turned her head wildly, and immediately walked over with a smile on her face:
"Ethan told me that on the way here, he saw a white cloud that looked like cotton candy, which was very beautiful."

The lie was so bad that Pratt could not believe a word of it.

What kind of cotton candy can make two people hold hands while talking.

But she suppressed her curiosity, pushed the paint bucket beside her expressionlessly, and tapped it with a pen.

"Oh, yes."

Burgess reacted, and quickly pointed to the white plastic paint bucket: "I was looking for this just now."

She frantically rummaged through her body, and quickly took out some small change.

"Let me take a look."

She counted the money in her hand, and took out two five yuan: "OK, here it is."

Seeing her insert the money, Pratt reached out with a deadpan hand and pushed the donation bucket forward again.

"Please."

Burgess' face puffed up, frowning at Pratt.

In the eye contact, she was quickly defeated, and had no choice but to pull out another ten yuan card in dejection, and stuffed it into the bucket distressedly: "This is my lunch money."

Pratt nodded in satisfaction and put on his glasses.

"Humph."

Burgess curled his lips indiscriminately, rubbed his stomach aggrievedly and walked to the side.

Behind the reception desk, Pratt looked at her bouncing ponytail with a complicated expression, and after a while, looked up upstairs again.

The second floor.

Ethan turned on the computer and put his feet on the table.

Thinking of what happened just now, he smiled and shook his head.

Unwrapping a pack of treats and shaking the boots.

The potato chips chewed and made a crisp sound, and he could immediately feel that a line of sight fell on him.

Reluctantly picked up a bag of potato chips and threw it over.

"Yes~"

Irene's low cry of surprise came from diagonally opposite, followed by a crunching sound.

I don't have any cases on hand, so I seem to be very leisurely today.

Ten minutes later, Hank walked out of the office quickly.

Here's what happened, Ethan tossed a handful of potato chips into his mouth and sat up.

"Do we have any urgent cases today?" Hank looked around, everyone looked lazy.

"No."

The ballpoint pen in Antonio's hand was spinning up and down.

"Then get busy."

Hank clapped his hands: "The Amber alarm is sounding, everyone is out to help."

"Go, go, go."

　Thanks to the color bat brother for the reward and support, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)