Lake Wind Hunting.

The two stood on the embankment of the lake, looking at each other.

Looking at the other party's eyes, the short-haired woman felt a chill in her heart.

The words spoken by the other party sounded like a joke, but she inexplicably felt that the strange policeman in front of her could say and do it.

"You're going to help me find the murderer?"

She thought for a moment and held out her arm to Ethan, "You promise to do your best?" ”

"I promise."

Ethan nodded and shook her hand.

Can't let her continue to mess around, sooner or later there will be a big mess, it's better to take the initiative to take over the matter.

What happened to the other party also made Ethan feel compassion.

No matter who it is, it shouldn't have to endure that kind of thing, and it's no wonder that the woman chose to pick up a gun and go from victim to abuser.

"You're a very strange person." The short-haired woman held Ethan's hand tightly and said puzzledly, "Why did you choose to help me, and you are still a very conflicted person when you made such a threat just now." ”

"It's not a contradiction at all." Ethan let go of his hand and showed his white teeth: "Help you because I want to do this." ”

"Threatening you for the same reason."

Look at you pitiful, I help you.

But if you threaten me because of your troubles, I will destroy you.

Ethan's mind is as simple as that.

The short-haired woman had a hard time understanding his thoughts, but she could hear the domineering tone in her tone, and her body trembled a little, and she didn't dare to say anything more.

"My name."

She was silent for a moment, and opened her mouth to say her message.

"If you're careful enough." Ethan waved his hand and interrupted her: "Tomorrow I will naturally know, and conversely, there is no point in knowing now." ”

"Let's go back."

Looking at his watch, he strode under the embankment.

A gust of night wind blew, and the short-haired woman clasped her arms and walked quickly down the steps.

The next day.

In the Chase room, the briefing meeting is underway.

Ethan sat at Hosteld's table, eating the chips one bite at a time.

"That's the way it is."

Rusek pointed to a few photos on the whiteboard, frowned and said: "You have to say that this person is a novice, there is nothing useful left at the scene, and the surveillance footage only captures a corner of the back." ”

"But if you want to say that you are a veteran, everyone has seen the scene of the crime."

"Whether it's the means of committing the crime, marksmanship, etc., it's all the work of a novice, full of randomness."

In the screenshot screen of the surveillance, only a blurry back can be seen.

It's just a corner, and I can barely see that the person is wearing a hood, and his height, weight, and race can't be identified by the photo.

It took them two hours to find out.

After all, the station location is in the South District.

Many surveillance cameras have been damaged and cannot be repaired.

"About the two deceased." Rusek waved his arm and tapped on the two photos next to him: "Their identities have been confirmed by me and Atwater." ”

"They are all quasi-gang members in the Southern District, and they have a bad record."

"I often rob and indecent people on the subway, anyway, I dare not do big things, and I am the kind of street gangsters who keep doing small things."

"The enemy has also been checked."

He looked at everyone, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I found that the two of them often cause trouble everywhere, and there is no point in investigating." ”

Ethan clicked into the chips and nodded in satisfaction.

The expression on his face was silent.

"Random."

Olinski bit the candy, shook his head and said, "I hate this word, I've always hated it since I was a police officer." ”

Randomness means they want to start and don't know where to start.

The means that can collect evidence on the spot have also been tried.

As a result, it is posted on the whiteboard.

The others also nodded approvingly, this kind of inexplicable case, and they didn't know what the gunman was for, always gave them a sense of powerlessness to hit the cotton.

"Boss." Russec looked at Ethan and spread his hands:

"What do you think?"

The usual operation is to continue to expand the search area and look for a needle in a haystack.

"Boom."

The empty can of potato chips was thrown into the trash by Ethan: "You can do what you want." ”

"Shet."

He yawned boredly: "Dead, it's all scum." ”

With a wave of his hand, he walked into the office.

The people outside looked at each other, and they all shrugged their shoulders, and the southern district was all year round, and there was a sea of dead people like this.

The vast majority of them have quietly disappeared from this world.

These few people just happened to be on the bright side.

When Ethan said this, they were also disinterested, and Olinski put his bipod on the table and said to Rusek: "If you are interested, zoom in on a few streets and look at the surveillance around you." ”

Rusek wasn't stupid either, he rolled his eyes and put the photo away.

Next, let's check it slowly.

Ethan sat in the office for half an hour, and then Shi Shiran walked out.

He held a bag of chock beans and winked at Erin, "I'm going to sit down with Hank, do you want to come along?" ”

"Okay."

Erin stood up and went downstairs with her.

She didn't bother to investigate this kind of case, and due to Ethan's emotions, the intelligence team is now in a state of collective fishing.

There is no rule that BFIPU must solve every case.

Ethan slowed down a few steps as he went downstairs, and with some guilt, handed the chocolate chips to Erin, as compensation for using her compassion.

"Thank you."

Erin happily took the bag, put it in her mouth and squeaked and bite.

I didn't know that now I had become a tool man.

"Bang."

The iron gate opened, and the two walked down the stairs.

The blonde woman in a black sundress walked briskly up to the reception hall and went straight to the reception desk, noticing so many people around her, and then thinking about what to do later, she gritted her teeth.

Inexplicably, she felt that the person last night was trustworthy and could help herself.

In order to avenge her husband, she went out.

"Please, help me."

She looked at Pratt and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know what to do anymore." ”

"Huh?"

Pratt took off her glasses, she glanced at the short-haired woman in front of her, and casually took a report form: "If something happens, you can write it down, and we will help you as soon as possible." ”

"No need to write it."

The short-haired woman smiled at the corner of her eyes, and hot tears rolled down: "I'll show you." ”

See?

Pratt was stunned, he could still use it to report the crime.

The short-haired woman stopped talking nonsense, her movements were very quick, and in just a second or two, the black sundress slipped off her.

Last night, the light was not good.

She was also wearing underwear, which was shocking enough.

Now the short-haired woman has no wisps, and the large scars are even more conspicuous, and the wounds that have not yet healed completely are bright red, crisscrossing her body, red and white.

There is no sense of fragrance at all, but it is extremely miserable.

Anyone can see what has happened to this woman.

Ethan frowned, judging from these scars, what kind of desperate struggle the other party made at that time, and what kind of treatment he encountered.

The original intention was to let her make a big deal and give herself a chance to intervene.

There must also be an excuse for meddling in the case.

You can't just rob someone else who has been investigating a case for a long time, it's not like that, and it's not worth it for someone else to bring a lawsuit to the General Bureau.

Unexpectedly, she actually tore her wound open.

Just let others watch.

"Shet."

Pratt's face was shocked, she grabbed the police jacket next to her, and ran out of the reception desk.

Not only her, but Erin and several female patrol officers around her all rushed forward and surrounded the short-haired woman, looking at the scars on her body in shock.

In fact, this kind of thing is not easy for a short-haired woman.

In the midst of the questioning, she broke down and cried bitterly.

"Look at what you see." Pratt put his coat on her, crossed his hands on his waist, and angrily scolded the male patrol officers around him: "Do you have nothing to do, let me go." ”

She is like a lioness who makes a big deal out of her own turf.

At this time, no one touched her moldy head.

The slick appearance of others is indeed not suitable for continuing to watch.

Ethan rubbed his nose and turned to go back upstairs.

Pratt escorted the short-haired woman into the reception room and began to ask her, and the rest of the things didn't need to be taught by Ethan, she just needed to tell the truth of the matter.

Ten minutes later, the lioness strode out of the reception room.

She grabbed the phone and roared.

Pratt is the reception sergeant, in addition to managing the patrol police, a considerable part of the work is to deal with various substations, usually not visible, and the connections will be revealed at critical times.

There was no need for Ethan to take action at all, and she was robbed of this case.

Not only that, Pratt also ran upstairs to find Ethan directly, asking him to take over the case and put the importance first.

Sometimes, it's as simple as that.

The short-haired woman was soon taken to the Intelligence Unit and re-written the relevant records.

This time, it can be regarded as an official meeting.

Although the short-haired woman was surprised by Ethan's identity, she was very knowledgeable and pretended not to know her, and walked into the pantry with Erin.

The relevant case files were also quickly sent over by the patrol police from other substations.

After such a toss, Ethan naturally knew the name of the short-haired woman.

Bain.

The case file was distributed to the members of the Intelligence Group, who looked at the photos inside and frowned.

This was the evidence collected after the crime at that time, and it looked even more tragic than it is now, Bane could barely see what he looked like in the photo, and her husband's skull was even more shattered.

It looks like a corner of the head is missing.

"Damn it."

Looking at that photo, Antonio slammed the table hard: "Do those people in the 31st Precinct only know how to drink coffee every day?" ”

What just happened below, they all already know.

Now seeing the photos of the crime, I am even more full of anger, the previous convenience store shooter case has been put behind me, and I am bent on helping Bane find the people who committed violence against her and her husband.

Ethan quickly flipped through the case file and needed to understand the case as soon as possible.

Last night, it was just something Bane himself knew.

He also needs to study the situation investigated by the 31st Precinct in order to know by heart.

After the incident, a passer-by called the police.

At that time, the perpetrators had already fled, leaving only two people covered in injuries.

Around the park, there is no surveillance footage.

The 31st Precinct can't be said to have done its best, they searched back and forth in the park where the incident occurred several times, and they have also seen all the surrounding surveillance videos, but they have not been able to find any clues.

The sketching expert had also been searched, but Bane had been hit hard in the head.

In hindsight, I only remember some simple facial features, and the drawings are only black faces, which is of no avail.

The case dragged on like this.

Closing the case file, Ethan knocked on the pantry door and pushed it open.

Inside, Irene, Pratt, and Nadia were chatting with Bane while helping her recall the circumstances at the time of the crime.

"That's it."

Ethan poked his thumb back, "Get out." ”

In BFI, he is the only one who says he exists.

The three women stood up obediently, and Pratt whispered a few words of comfort to Bane before walking away.

"Bump."

The door was closed.

"Bane." Ethan threw the case file onto the small round table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I call you that, I shouldn't mind." ”

"Of course not."

Bane grabbed the tissue in his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect that." ”

"What didn't you expect?"

Ethan immediately interrupted her words, and his eyes were warning: "Didn't you expect you to experience this kind of thing?" ”

"No way, there are a lot of scum, and you are not very lucky."

I didn't expect the other party to do things so well.

The case file shows that she is a radio host, and Bane is naturally quick-witted.

She grabbed the tissue and nodded silently.

"I regret what happened to you and your husband."

Ethan patted the case file and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, we will definitely find a way to help you find those murderers, and if you need anything in the future, we will contact you." ”

"During this time."

He squinted at Bane and emphasized, "I wish you could stay at home, now you need more rest." ”

couldn't go out to investigate the case by herself, so she ran out to do things again.

It's okay once or twice, and I can't guarantee a third time.

"I see."

Bane nodded, looking at Ethan with dark blue eyes, and she also plucked up her courage, and emphasized in turn, "I will remember what you say." ”

The meaning is obvious, to remember the promises made.

"Some people~"

Ethan was amused when he heard this, and said with a sigh: "I've already let her go twice, and I don't know how to be grateful at all." ”

"I'm sorry." Bane's face turned red and he waved his hands in embarrassment: "Sorry, I didn't mean that, thank you very much for your help." ”

"Alright."

Ethan shrugged and stopped teasing her.

Next, after a few more routine questions, she sent the somewhat nervous Belle away.

No matter how good Bai Li's psychological quality is, after doing those things, she will still be a little scared when she comes here, after all, she has killed people.

When I returned to Odori, I found that the whiteboard was already covered with many photos.

Erin grabbed the pen and quickly wrote the main points of the case, and no one expected that the convenience store gunman they were still discussing just now would be posted on the whiteboard as a victim.

(End of chapter)