My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"The former Sheriff was Morgan, now it's Hood."

Ethan took off the badge on his chest and threw it over, "You can check it."

The bearded sergeant took Ethan's police badge and looked at it before handing it to him.

"Just in case, you know."

Then he put the gun back into his holster and asked, "What happened here?"

Ethan nodded, took the police badge and put it into his trouser pocket, "A serial perverted murderer who specializes in targeting women."

The bearded Sheriff's expression changed when he heard what Ethan said.

"Lianlian, are you sure?"

"I've already taken care of the people. Just let your men take a look and find out." Ethan took out a cigarette and handed one to the sergeant.

The bearded police sergeant took the cigarette and looked back solemnly.

The two police officers, a man and a woman standing behind him nodded and ran forward with the light of their tactical flashlights.

Not long after, there was a sharp sound of vomiting, and Ethan frowned.

The bearded police sergeant couldn't keep his face calm, strode forward, and shouted angrily:

"You two bastards, I'm so ashamed of you."

At this time, Jonathan also came over with Blake. Without saying a word, he came up and hugged Ethan tightly, patting him hard on the back a few times with one hand.

"Thanks."

"You don't have to say this, Blake is my friend."

Jonathan let go of Ethan and looked towards the dark and terrifying basement, feeling terrified in his heart.

After a while, the bearded Sheriff also ran back in a hurry. He looked at Ethan with a livid face, and then said to Jonathan and Blake:

"Is it convenient for the two of us to chat?"

Jonathan nodded and pulled Blake aside.

After the two of them walked away, the bearded police chief asked anxiously:

"What's going on with the kid inside, the man hanging on the hook, the disemboweled woman, and the stumps in the freezer."

I saw him getting more and more anxious as he talked, wiping sweat while talking.

"And the ashes in the incinerator." Ethan calmly added for him.

"Fake"

The bearded police sergeant was so anxious that he wanted to reach out and grab his clothes, but was forced to put down his hand by Ethan's cold eyes.

"Mom, what happened here?"

Ethan knew the reason for his panic. As the local police chief, when such vicious cases occurred in his jurisdiction, the victims were inevitably local girls. If he didn't handle it well, he would step down in minutes.

Ethan blew out a puff of smoke and said:

"The man hanging on the hook is named Gram. As the local police chief, you should know what his situation is."

The bearded police sergeant nodded quickly, "I know. He is the son of an old factory owner. He was kept by his father to work in the factory from a very young age until the factory closed down."

"The little boy you saw is called Martin. He was kidnapped by Gram two years ago."

Ethan flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued:

"In my judgment, Martin was influenced by this environment and Gramm during those two years, and he and Gramm did what you just saw."

"I just tried to rescue Jonathan's niece Blake, and I met Martin here. I wanted to rescue him, but I was attacked by Martin."

As Ethan spoke, he pointed to his blood-stained pants.

"Martin died during the fight between Gram and I, and Gram was also killed by Blake and me in the end."

The bearded Sheriff had been listening to Ethan's words in silence, his face gloomy as if there were ice cubes hanging on it.

His eyes were fixed on Ethan's face, "Is there anything that can prove that what you said is true."

Ethan said calmly: "The signs of life in the house above, the finger marks on the knife used to kill the victim inside, you know this thing cannot be faked."

Looking at the ugly expression on the bearded Sheriff's face, Ethan smiled.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it to his mouth. The old god said to the ground:

"We are all peers. I understand your difficulties. Maybe we can make a deal."

There was a "click" and the flames burst into flames.

Ethan looked at the lit lighter in front of him, smiled, put the cigarette over, and took two puffs. The cigarette butt flickered.

The bearded Sheriff took back the lighter and looked at him expectantly.

"You know the ins and outs of everything here. I don't need to be in the limelight. My friends and I just want to live a quiet life."

"As long as you clean up the mess, the credit belongs to you and your men."

Listening to what Ethan said, the bearded Sheriff's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he asked anxiously:

“What does it cost me and my guys?”

I just like to talk to smart people and communicate easily.

Ethan smiled with satisfaction, pointed at his thigh and said:

"Look, I'm injured. I need treatment fees, nutrition fees, and lost work wages. My friend also received a big shock and needs to see a psychiatrist."

"Shut up, stop talking." The bearded Sheriff shouted through gritted teeth.

This movement attracted Blake's attention. She wanted to come over, but Jonathan held her back.

Just when Ethan was about to say something, he saw the bearded police chief excitedly stretching out his hands and crossing his two index fingers.

"One hundred thousand."

The bearded police sergeant reluctantly said: "My men and I will collect 100,000 yuan for you. You and your friends should shut up. What happens next has nothing to do with you."

"make a deal."

Ethan waved vigorously and slapped him.

After returning to the ground from the basement, they all looked at the dilapidated house in front of them with complicated expressions.

The crow on the tree nearby was jumping around and making several shrill calls from time to time.

Ethan threw the keys to Blake, and now she could only drive.

"Why did you make a deal with that Sheriff?"

After driving the Dodge Challenger for a while, Black asked in confusion.

Ethan checked the wound. "This kind of thing is very troublesome. If this kind of case occurs, the media will definitely report it. Are you willing to be reported nationwide for this kind of thing?"

"And Gram was killed by us, and little Martin was also killed in the crossfire. No matter what, the long trial..."

When Ethan said this, Blake shook his head repeatedly, and then asked:

"Then why would the Sheriff be willing to pay such a high price?"

"As for the Sheriff and his men, I believe they are capable enough to erase the traces we left. The credit is all theirs. They don't have to bear too much responsibility, and they can still shine in the limelight."

"Believe me, this police chief is also a smart man. In this kind of perverted murder case that is rare in the country, a little leakage from Hollywood is enough for him to make up for the losses, and maybe even make a small fortune."

Jonathan, who was sitting in the back, also nodded, "Let this matter go by. Ethan also avenged those who were killed. He is right. What we need now is a peaceful life."

Several people also fell silent. The sunshine outside was shining on him, and Ethan squinted his eyes comfortably.