My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After buying a box of pizza on the road at Daria's request, Ethan drove to her place.

This is a small single-family house surrounded by green plants, which makes it very quiet.

After getting out of the car, I heard faint music coming from the house.

"Don't you live alone?"

Ethan closed the car door, looked at the lights inside the house, and asked curiously.

"I usually live alone. Today my cousin came from Philadelphia to visit me. Counting the time, she should be here too."

Dahlia chuckled and pushed Ethan towards the door.

Ethan knocked on the door in confusion, and soon the door was opened.

What came into view was a black-haired woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and an OL uniform. Three buttons of her white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing her sexy collarbone, and her hair fell on the edge of black lace.

When she saw Ethan, her eyes lit up.

Ethan picked up the pizza box with a smile, and just as he was about to speak, cousin Dahlia put her index finger up to her lips and shushed.

"You must be the pizza delivery guy, right?"

Ethan's mouth opened slightly, expressing confusion.

"Thank you so much. You see, I am a housewife who has been unemployed for many years and I have no money. Sir, please have mercy on me. Can you accept other methods of payment?"

She smoothed her hair, bit her lip, and looked at Ethan pitifully.

Ethan understood instantly and was no longer confused. It turned out that this was the surprise that Dalia had mentioned.

He cleared his throat and said, "Madam, I sympathize with your situation, but I still have a friend here. How about we discuss how to pay off this bill?"

"That's great, come in quickly."

The door opened, and cousin Dahlia pulled Ethan into the house with Dahlia, who was standing behind and snickering.

Early the next morning, Ethan was awakened by movement on his body. It took him a while to open his eyes before his pupils were in focus.

"Are you awake?"

Lina leaned over and hugged him and said breathlessly. Dalia was sleeping soundly next to her. She didn't know what good things she had dreamed about, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to like to exercise in the morning."

Ethan grabbed a cigarette from the bedside table next to him, and Lina took the lighter to light it for him. "I'm tired, can you help me?"

"No problem, I'll be happy to help you."

He smoked his morning cigarette, turned over and started exercising hard.

Ethan returned to the police station yawning and went to Miles' restaurant to buy a cup of coffee. Dahlia skipped work without any surprise. The restaurant was extremely busy this morning.

After breakfast, he soon received a call from Alma. Someone called the police and was being harassed, and asked him to deal with it.

According to the address provided by the reporter, we walked along the road to a two-story villa with a blue roof.

The wooden villa is scattered among several towering trees, with a large area of ​​neatly built green lawn behind the house, and the scenery is particularly charming.

Looking at the silver Rolls-Royce parked in front, Ethan squinted his eyes, packed his equipment, opened the door and got out of the car.

Arriving in the backyard, Proctor and a man wearing a light blue plaid shirt stood next to an old well.

"Gentlemen, I have received a report. Did something happen here?"

When the man in the shirt saw Ethan in uniform, he shouted dissatisfiedly into the room, "Deborah, didn't I say you don't need to call the police?"

When Ethan came closer, he stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, officer, I am Tom, Tom Ramsey."

"I know you, the town priest, right?"

After Ethan shook hands with him, he looked at Proctor, "What are you doing?"

"Just talking about some business, I represent Kino Moon and Pastor Ramsay to discuss the acquisition of this land." Proctor smiled helplessly.

Tom Ramsay didn't reply, walked to the well, dropped the bucket and scooped up half a bucket of water.

He scooped half a spoonful of water from the bucket with a wooden spoon and held out his hand to Proctor.

"I would like to treat you to a drink of water from my well."

"Yes, very sweet." Proctor took the wooden spoon, took a taste, and then handed it to Ethan, who waved it down.

"You're right, I prefer to drink water here than from the tap, just like my great-grandfather."

Tom Ramsay patted the old wooden barrel on his hand and continued:

"When my son was born, the church members in the town gathered beside this well to baptize him, and he will also baptize his son here in the future. Therefore, my final answer is to refuse. , I will not sell this land.”

"I understand your attachment to this land, Mr. Ramsay." Proctor handed back the wooden spoon. "I even admire your persistence. There are not many people with this quality nowadays."

"But being too persistent will turn into stubbornness, which is not good. Look at this, I will give you double the market price, and at the same time, I will help you find a piece of land with the same area nearby, where you can dig a new well. , I believe the taste will be the same.”

Tom Ramsay looked at Proctor and sneered, "I'm worried that if I ask you to help me find another piece of land, I don't know how many people will be forced to leave their homes."

Proctor's eyes turned cold, and he approached Ramsay and whispered:

"Listen to what I say, you can choose to leave with double the cash, or you can choose to leave with bankruptcy, but no matter what, your land will definitely come into my hands."

"You can choose to do what you do and I will pray to God that you can't take my land."

"If God cares for you, He won't let me appear in your presence."

Ethan quickly stepped forward to block the two of them.

"Hey, you all calm down, Mr. Proctor, I don't want to hear you make any more threats to Pastor Ramsay."

"Don't worry, I won't make any personal threats to the pastor. Think about it carefully. I'll give you two days." Proctor pushed his hand away, straightened his suit, and turned to leave.

Tom Ramsay sighed heavily, dropped the wooden spoon, and trudged back to the house.

In the evening, when Ethan was walking across the parking lot with his coffee, he saw Hood sitting on a bench across the street from the police station. He turned around and walked over.

"Sheriff."

Hood glanced at him and continued to break off the bread in his hands and throw it to the ground.

Ethan thumped his waist and sat down. A group of pigeons flew over with fluttering wings and kept pecking at the bread crumbs on the ground.

"How about your friend?"

Hood was stunned for a moment, and a low voice said, "Thank you for your concern. He is already where he should be."

"You know what? I once had a friend like this."

"No matter how you help them, this kind of people will not feel any gratitude in their hearts. As long as they see an opportunity, they will bite you like a hyena."

"Then how did you do it?" Hood asked in a low voice.

Ethan shrugged, thinking of the friend in his previous life who borrowed money and refused to repay it, causing his capital chain to break and leaving him heavily in debt.

"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance. Otherwise, I would definitely send him where he should go."

"Don't worry about this kind of thing, it's not worth it." After saying this, Ethan stood up and said, "A wonderful night has begun, let's just enjoy the moment."