"How are you?"

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

"I don't know."

Clapping his hands lightly with Ethan, Horstead said in a dull voice, "It stands to reason that I should be happy, but I really can't." ”

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

Prison life was not painful for Phil, the most painful thing was that he had to face himself every day for the rest of his life.

Two days later, late at night.

The rain and sleet, a cold wind blew, and the skin was frozen through the 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, her high heels clattering on the humanoid path.

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

A puff of green smoke rose up, and Jenny took a cigarette wet from the rain, and reluctantly flew to the trash can not far away.

The previous incident, even though she was out of it.

But there are rumors in the law firm, and people who want to take advantage of the opportunity to take the position will always jump out at a critical time to make trouble.

These things also upset her.

So after working overtime, head to the familiar tavern for a drink or two.

"Bichi."

Thinking of this, she cursed secretly.

The position of the partner, which he has worked so hard to keep, cannot be easily taken away by others.

Another cold wind blew, and the rain was blurred.

Jenny couldn't help but blink her eyes a few times, and in the blink of her eyelids, a water-stained palm appeared in front of her.

"Save."

Before the words of the shout could be spoken, the palm of the hand slammed up.

His mouth was covered so tightly that he couldn't make any sound.

She tried desperately to struggle, but she was picked up, and her body quickly fell backwards, submerging into the dimly lit alley next to her.

"Bang."

After a muffled sound, several wild cats quickly sprang out of the alley to hide from the rain.

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

She snorted, feeling dizzy.

The black-haired man wearing a mask in front of him, although he let go of the hand covering his mouth, pinched his neck.

Despite the glove, she could feel the chill.

"I have money."

Jenny shook her head frantically, and said with horror in her eyes:

"It's in the purse in your pocket, you can take it."

Feeling the hand holding her neck slowly straining, she didn't know if it was rain or tears in her eyes:

"Please, you speak,"

"I can give you anything, my skills are very good, do you want to try it."

"Your skills are still pretty good." A dull voice sounded under the mask: "But forget it, I don't know how I'm afraid I'll die." ”

"Who are you?" There was an inexplicable familiarity in the voice, and Jenny asked in horror.

Ethan took off his mask and smiled at Jenny:

"Sorry, rude."

"It's you."

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

"Wow!"

Ethan squeezed her neck with the power of his palm, and slowly pushed up the wall.

"Tell you something." Looking at Jenny's flushed face and futilely struggling hands, Ethan winked at her:

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

The rain grew heavier and squeezed desperately into the alley, crackling and hitting the body.

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

Chicago has finally gotten rid of the gray weather, and the morning sun looks so fresh.

Ethan walked up the stairs refreshed and bumped into Burgess head-on.

"Hey."

He lifted his coffee cup: "Good morning, the administrative vacation is over so soon?" ”

She wore a black patrol uniform, with a light blue shirt with a cocked collar and a ponytail curled at the back of her head, flicking with her movements.

"Yes, good morning."

Burgess's eyes became flustered, and he nodded hurriedly.

The two tried to give each other a place, but they walked to the left and almost collided.

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

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

"No need." Burgess also stood still, his head tilted to the side, "Can we talk?" ”

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

"No problem."

Knowing that she was meant to say what happened that night, Ethan spread his hands indifferently.

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

This was Pratt's territory, and she immediately observed the scene, and her eyes swept over.

"Listen."

Burgess clenched 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 wouldn't mind: "It's okay, I'm so handsome, it's normal that you can't control yourself." ”

A joke came down and made Burgess relax a lot.

She regained a smile on her face and nodded hurriedly: "Then let's treat it as if nothing happened, what do you think?" ”

"No problem." Ethan smiled and held 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 his hand with her:

"Don't think about it so much, it was just a beautiful misunderstanding that night."

Letting go of his hand, Ethan turned and walked upstairs.

As he walked past the reception desk, he knocked on the table with a smile: "Look at it generously, otherwise it will be easy to squint." ”

Looking at Ethan's departing back, Burgess pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together unconsciously.

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

Pratt was standing behind the reception desk with his head tilted, looking at him expressionlessly.

Her head turned wildly, and she immediately walked over with a smile on her face:

"Ethan told me that on the way over, he saw a white cloud that looked like a marshmallow, which was very beautiful."

The lie was so clumsy that Pratt didn't even believe a word.

What kind of marshmallow is it that can make two people shake hands while talking.

But she suppressed her curiosity, and with a blank face, she pushed the paint bucket next to her and tapped it with her pen.

"Oh, that's right."

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

She rummaged through her body and quickly pulled out a few loose change.

"Let me see."

She counted the money in her hand and pulled out two five-dollar tickets: "OK, here it is." ”

Seeing her stuff the money in, Pratt reached out and pushed the bucket forward again.

"Please."

Burgess's face puffed up, and he frowned at Pratt.

In the eye exchange, she was quickly defeated, so she had to pull out another ten yuan in despair, and stuffed it into the bucket distressedly: "This is my lunch money." ”

Pratt nodded in satisfaction and put his glasses on.

"Hmph."

Burgess pouted without a trace, touched 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 moment, looked upstairs again.

Second floor.

Ethan turned on the computer and placed his bipod on the table.

Remembering what had just happened, he smiled and shook his head.

Unpack a pack of snacks and shake your boots.

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

I had no choice but to pick up a bag of potato chips and throw it hard.

"Yes~"

Erin's whisper of surprise came diagonally from the opposite side, followed by a crunch.

There are no cases at hand, and today seems to be extraordinarily laid-back.

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

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

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

"Nope."

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

"Then get busy."

Hank clapped his hands: "Amber alarm sounds, everyone goes out to help." ”

“go、go、go。”

Thanks to the color bat brother for tipping support, thank you

(End of chapter)