In the distance, on the bridge, an Iveco is parked, and Hank is in the center.

On the other side of the river, Rusek walks slowly with his hands in his pockets.

Ethan had already circled the nearby trail twice, and found nothing out of the ordinary, but allowed him to discover several excellent locations for the crime.

Pedestrians don't walk the entire trail and avoid more remote places.

Under a bridge hole, resting for a while, Ethan dropped his cigarette butt and continued to ride his bike.

"Whew, whew, whew."

In the headset, the sound of breathing became more and more messy.

Looking at Erin, who was jogging in front of her, Ethan rode over and slapped her on the shoulder, leaving a string of crisp bells.

"Ah~"

Erin panted and scolded, "You bastard. ”

"Anything unusual?"

Hank's voice rang out.

"It's fine." Erin wiped a handful of sweat and continued to run: "Met a bastard. ”

"Even-bought karma!"

Rusek complained: "Who has been panting for breath, almost tormenting me." ”

"Whew, whew."

Erin deliberately breathed heavily: "You came to bite me, I've been running for more than an hour!" ”

After a while, laughter rang out.

"Hahaha, come on!"

Ethan grabbed the handlebar with one hand and ate the hot dog with relish: "Lindsay, five hundred meters further on, there is a hot dog stand, it tastes good." ”

"Fayu!"

Erin shouted angrily and ended the call.

If it weren't for the fact that the previous two victims, and the victim in New York, were both killed while running, she wouldn't have chosen the most tired outfit.

"Attention!"

After another ten minutes, Hank's voice rang out: "At the uphill staircase next to you, there is a suspicious figure. ”

"Brown sweatshirt, white male."

Ethan looked at the bridge not far away, and a man was sneakily approaching the woman in front of him.

He hurriedly pressed the pedal, and the bike rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Although he was very skeptical that this was the person they were looking for, he couldn't let go of any clues now.

"Ahh

The screams rang out, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The man in the brown sweatshirt snatched the bag and ran as fast as he could.

"Chicago Police!" Erin gasped out from the opposite side and held up her badge.

As soon as the man in the sweatshirt turned, he threw Erin aside.

Erin struggled to catch up, but was easily overtaken by a bicycle, and Ethan still had time to wink at Erin before roaring forward.

Grip the handlebars with both hands and kick your right leg.

"Bang!"

The man in the sweatshirt fell to the side, staggered and fell under a landscape tree, and gnawed on a mouthful of mud.

The bike shook violently a few times and was stopped tightly by Ethan.

"Why didn't you run away?"

Erin angrily chased after her, and flew to hold the man in the sweatshirt down.

After handcuffing him, Erin panted and shouted into the microphone:

"The suspect has been successfully apprehended."

Ethan walked back with his bicycle in his hand, picked up his black handbag and handed it to the woman who had been robbed after him.

"Thank you."

The woman took the handbag, thanked her, and hurried away.

Now that the things have been recovered, there is no need to waste time at the police station.

Erin pulled down the hood of the man in the sweatshirt and said to the white man:

"Let's go, I'll talk to you about something."

Back next to the vehicle, Ethan put on gloves and immediately searched the man.

As he expected, it wasn't the person they were looking for.

With wallets and mobile phones put on the hood, the man's occupation was almost confirmed.

"Which wallet is yours?"

Ethan grabbed him by the hair: "You know I only need to spend a little time to find the answer, why don't you cooperate a little?" ”

"The black one."

The man in the sweatshirt was in pain for a while, and hurriedly spoke.

Ethan opened his wallet, found the ID inside, took out his phone, and motioned for Erin to look at him.

Just as he was calling the main station, several other people came running from a distance.

After a while, Iveco drove aside.

Hank and Jean stepped out of the car and looked at Ethan, who was on the phone.

Hanging up the phone, Ethan shook his head slightly:

"O. Mitchell, theft, robbery, arrest more than a dozen times in these neighborhoods in the last decade."

"No violent criminal record, rape, sexual harassment, murder, none of that."

"Hey!" Mitchell looked back excitedly:

"Rape, that's not me, I'm a principled person."

"Bang!" Erin grabbed his head and pressed it against the hood: "Shut up, it's not your turn to speak." ”

Looking at the wallet and phone on the hood, Antonio fell into deep thought.

"What do you think?"

Hank was a little reluctant and looked at Antonio.

"Bring this person back first." He paid attention and whispered to Hank.

Twenty-one sub-bureaus, Chase room.

Hearing the sound of noisy footsteps, Burgess quickly stood up.

Hula walked up to a wave of people, and she kept greeting her.

Russec pushed the man towards the interrogation room, and Ethan walked over to the table: "Sit down, don't be restrained. ”

"Any useful clues?"

"Nope." Burgess hurriedly shook his head: "Basically, it's calls from the media, asking for interviews, and asking about the latest developments." ”

"I've coped with all these people."

She looked curiously at the back of the man in the sweatshirt and asked in a low voice, "Is this the person?" ”

"Probably not."

Ethan shook his head.

"Guys!"

When Rusek came out, Antonio clapped his hands:

"Based on my previous experience with the Arrest Squad, O. Mitchell, who was just caught, must have belonged to a local burglar gang in those neighborhoods."

"This kind of person is very aware of anything that happens on their own turf."

He knocked on the table: "Next, I will interrogate alone." ”

"I'm very experienced in dealing with this kind of person."

"Okay!"

Hank patted him on the shoulder, "Come on." ”

Antonio took Ethan's bag of evidence and walked to the interrogation room.

Seeing this, the others followed.

Noticing Burgess's longing eyes, Ethan tapped his fingers on the table: "Follow me, be quiet!" ”

"No problem!"

Burgess bounced up excitedly and followed him inside.

In the observation room, Hank saw Burgess follow Ethan through the door, and he didn't say anything, just made a silent gesture.

Burgess nodded nervously, the patrol had no access to such interrogations.

Across the one-way glass, Mitchell, the white man who had just been caught, looked impatient, fidgeting in his chair like a monkey.

The door opened, and Antonio walked in with a straight face.

Before he could speak, Mitchell shook his legs and spread his hands and said, "This is a false accusation, man, it's really unbelievable." ”

"I'm a principled person, and I wouldn't hurt any woman."

"Absolutely not."

Seeing Mitchell waving his hands and looking excited, Antonio smiled.

He threw the evidence bag on the table and took off his coat:

"You know what? Actually, I believe you. ”

"Then why are you keeping me in this place?" Mitchell's eyes widened.

"That place today is your territory, right?"

Antonio walked up to him, his fingers fiddling with the wallet and mobile phone in the evidence bag: "You have a good harvest today. ”

(End of chapter)