In the convenience store, several people analyzed the case as if they were chatting.

This kind of case, if Ethan didn't happen to be at the scene, there would be no need for the intelligence team to go out at all, convenience stores were robbed, and someone was accidentally shot, which is all too common.

Many blacks have no living expenses, so they like to go to convenience stores.

These places have both cash and bully.

It doesn't need more, get two or three hundred yuan, enough for them to be chic for a few days.

The only special thing about this case is that the ex-husband who has a criminal record and likes domestic violence killed his ex-wife, and then he was also killed immediately, which seems to be a bit of black humor.

"Boss."

Rusek looked at Ethan and asked curiously, "When you were shopping, did you meet any suspicious people?" ”

"Smack."

Atwater slapped him on the head: "If there is, don't you think Boss will say it?" ”

Rusek touched his head and slapped him back.

"What do you think?"

Antonio crossed the shelves and removed his disposable gloves: "Transfer to the homicide team, or?" ”

After the analysis just now, he came to the judgment in his heart that it was nothing more than a shooting incident here, and another person killed the gunman and then fled in order to protect himself.

Dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair.

This kind of homicide has no beginning and no end, and he is honestly not interested.

"Forget it." Ethan pointed at Rusek and Atwater: "You two deal with it, just treat it as a practice, if you really can't do it, you will lose the archives." ”

Again, for the same reason, things are under your control.

The meaning of the words is very clear, and they don't have much hope for this matter, just let them fool the past.

With that, he lit a cigarette and walked out of the convenience store.

Others, too, have left.

Russec and Atwater glanced at each other and spread their hands in unison.

The next day, in the evening.

The pool wall lights are lit up and sparkling.

"Whoa."

Ethan swung his arms across the water and swam quickly in the pool.

"Aren't you tired?"

Wearing a white bathrobe, Erin picked up red wine, slumped on a chaise longue and watched Ethan splash and swim back and forth in the pool.

This bastard still has the strength to swim, who is this looking down on!

Erin took a sip of red wine hatefully, wanting to swim together again, but after thinking about it, she continued to lie down.

This is a deliberate thief, and he has no power to return to heaven.

During this time, she came over every once in a while to stay for a few hours, and while visiting the house, she also studied a lot of knowledge learned in the Red Bridge Club.

Ethan's ability also made her scream.

Even if you only take two or three hours off a day, you can always look energetic.

But she herself, sitting in the office, has to doze off, which has affected her work, so she has stopped a little.

"I'm okay."

Ethan stopped his movements and hooked his finger at Erin: "Do you want to be together?" ”

"No, no, no."

Erin shook her head quickly, as she moved, and if she swam two laps, it would be a big problem.

"Ring, ring, ring."

The mobile phone on the table next to it vibrated violently.

She leaned over to look at the caller number and muttered, "It's Rusek's number,"

"Pick it up!"

Ethan slowly swam towards the edge of the pool.

Erin glanced at him playfully, and continued to drink red wine, not answering at all.

In the past, she used to play with Ethan in front of other colleagues.

Now, on the contrary, it is clear.

Ethan put his arms on the edge of the pool, got up with a splash, and walked towards Erin.

"Bastard."

Erin muttered, looking away.

"Click."

Ethan grabbed a slice of watermelon and took a big bite: "Hey, this is Morgan." ”

"Boss."

Rusek's hurried voice rang out on the phone: "Do you remember that convenience store gunman last night?" ”

"Huh?"

Munching on the crunchy sweet watermelon, Ethan let out a muffled grunt.

These two guys investigated for a day, and they didn't get anything, and they were ready to throw it aside to accumulate dust, and now they brought it up again.

"There was a shooting in the subway."

Rusek hurriedly said: "The people of the forensic office are at the scene, they have examined the shells, they are nine millimeters like last night, and the traces of the primer being hit are basically similar. ”

"Ahem, ahem."

Ethan choked and spewed a lot of watermelon foam.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Rusek hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine." Patting his chest, Ethan had a headache and said, "And then, you continue." ”

"I'm rushing over."

Russec heard the sound of the car door closing: "Inform the others, this could be a serial murderer." ”

"I'll send you the address right away."

"Toot toot."

Looking at the hung up phone, the corners of Ethan's eyes twitched.

The serial murderer, the short-haired woman who looked weak last night, these two things can't be linked at all, that woman can't be so crazy, right?

It's already happened, so why don't you go over and take a look.

Ethan gritted his teeth and looked at Erin.

The other party had already stood up, and the two of them walked briskly back into the house together.

Cadillac and Grey Dodge, stopped one after another.

Ethan threw the door shut, a roar rang out, and when he looked up, the subway roared past the viaduct above with its lights, and plunged headlong into the night.

Even though it was past 11 o'clock in the evening, the subway was still not suspended.

There are many lines in the Chicago subway, orange, red, blue, green, purple, and brown lines are mixed together, and some lines even run 24 hours a day.

Ethan threw a piece of gum into his mouth and strode towards the subway station ahead.

Erin closed the car door and quickly followed his movements, and on the way she met Horsted and Atwater, who smelled faintly of alcohol, but fortunately, they didn't seem to have much to drink.

After greeting each other, the two naturally followed Ethan.

The four of them were imposing and walked up the steps quickly.

The patrol officers on the road avoided one after another.

When I came to the platform above, I saw a subway stop next to it, more than a dozen people were busy, and the flashing lights were on.

Through the gap in the crowd, I saw an old black lying on the ground.

Yellow and white jacket with a white T-shirt underneath.

The T-shirt was stained with blood.

In his hand, a sharp folding knife fell.

Raising the cordon, the four of them walked into the subway car together, turned their heads and looked, and there was also a black man in a wide football shirt lying inside, and the whole car was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"Boss."

Rusek walked over quickly, and he raised his hand: "Through a simple comparison of photos, it was the gun that shot last night." ”

In the evidence bag, there was a bullet casing.

Taking the bag, Ethan casually glanced at the yellow bullet casings inside.

Turning his gaze to the two old blacks on the ground, he pursed his lips and pinched the bullet casings with his fingers.

(End of chapter)