My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

It’s interesting, Ethan found it interesting once he got started.

These threatening letters were all pasted word for word, that is, on the newspaper, relevant words and phrases were cut out, and then taped onto the paper bit by bit.

This has the advantage of preventing others from tracing it based on the handwriting.

It's more of a threat than a show of love.

The entire article is about being infatuated with Taylor.

Golden hair.

Slender legs.

Exquisite facial features.

All parts of Taylor's body became the writer's obsession.

The pervert also cut out some photos of her head, arms, legs, chest and other parts, and pasted them on letter paper.

This thing makes people's scalp numb just looking at it.

At the end of the letter, the style changed, and the words became fierce, with a feeling that if I love you, I will kill you.

Looking through another letter, they all contain similar content.

"Looks like a big fan."

Ethan looked at Chloe and shook the letter in his hand: "You should often receive this kind of thing, right?"

"A lot of ardent fans."

Cross took a sip of wine and sat down next to him:

"Especially this year, Taylor has released a new album and her popularity has exploded. You can hardly imagine that many children stood outside the hotel all night just to see her."

"But this is the first time like this."

"When did it start?" Ethan picked up a piece of paper and looked at it repeatedly.

"Half a month ago."

Chloe put down her wine glass and held a long, slender lady's cigarette in her mouth: "We didn't pay attention at the time, and the first two letters were thrown directly into the trash can."

"It wasn't until we came to Chicago that we received similar letters again."

Seeing that the young police detective had been looking at the photo on the letter, Chloe pulled the ashtray and flicked it in:

"We have kept this letter very well. If there are fingerprints on it, you should be able to extract it."

Ethan didn't answer her, but motioned for Hank to look over.

There are tiny clip marks on the photos that have been cut into pieces. If you guessed correctly, the person who wrote the letter should have used a pair of tweezers to clip the photos and paste them up.

The other party was so careful and cautious that he would not leave such an obvious flaw as a fingerprint.

But he still had to take it back for inspection. Ethan folded the two letters and handed them to Hank.

Looking at this manager who looked like a strong woman, Ethan pondered for a moment:

"Why did you contact us when you received the letter this time?"

"We came to hold a concert and borrowed this villa temporarily from friends." Chloe took a deep breath of cigarette, her eyes a little panicked:

"Ordinary fans are unlikely to know that Taylor lives here, let alone throw letters into the gate."

"What do you mean?" Ethan knocked on the table: "You are being followed?"

"But these two letters don't prove anything."

"Maybe it's just the imagination of a psychopath, a stalker."

"Something must have happened in the meantime. Tell me, why do you say you received death threats?"

Chloe's face became hesitant, she picked up the wine glass and drank slowly.

Putting down the cup, she smiled and said:

"This is the letter I just showed you. I heard that you are the most powerful department in the Chicago Police Department. This is not too difficult for you. You should be able to discover something, right?"

Ethan glanced at Hank, and it seemed that the other party was hiding something from him, and it was something quite crucial.

"Whether it's difficult or not, you don't have the final say. If it's not convenient for you to say, just pretend I didn't ask."

He looked at his watch and chuckled: "I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

The person receiving death threats was not me.

Being secretive is not the way to get things done.

That's right, just asking for help.

Maybe in Chloe's view, she is a little police detective who comes and goes as soon as she is called, but in Ethan's view, she is just a passerby.

Ethan did things simply and immediately got up and walked outside.

"Walter?"

Chloe didn't expect that the other party would dare to face him, and looked at Hank in surprise.

"Nice to meet you."

Hank ignored her and stood up.

He came here to repay a favor, not to guess riddles, and there was nothing he could do if the other party didn't cooperate.

When he came to the door, before his fingers touched it, the door lock slowly turned.

The door was opened by someone outside, and the scent filled the nostrils. A woman with a delicate face and short blond hair appeared at the door.

It's that big star, Taylor.

I was far away just now, so I didn’t feel anything.

Now the two people were standing face to face. Ethan blinked and looked at each other in surprise.

high.

So high.

Only a few centimeters shorter than herself, she was considered tall even among men.

Ice blue eyes, as clear as the lake in Banshee Town.

Behind her were two bodyguards.

"This is what you are doing." Taylor took a step back and looked at Chloe who stood up inside: "Are you done talking?"

"No."

Chloe quickly explained: "Detective Morgan just wants to go to the bathroom."

"When you go out, just turn left and go straight."

This was the director who had been approached through connections. The other party also said that he would arrange for the most powerful person to come over. He could not let him go just because of this.

Taylor's life is in danger and must be resolved as soon as possible.

Looking at her pleading eyes, Ethan shook his head, went out and walked to the left.

After washing his hands, he returned to the conference room.

Two bodyguards stood outside the door, one on the left and one on the right, looking at Ethan with disdain.

That is to say, taller and handsome.

One of the people looked over and sneered, wondering what use this body could do.

"Please give way."

Ethan looked at the handsome security guard with a mohawk in front of him.

Not only this person, but also the one next to him was motionless.

Show off your power?

I'm not here to steal jobs, so who can I show my face to?

"Snapped!"

Ethan patted his wet hands on the mohawk suit and wiped his hands slowly.

"Do you want to attack the police?"

As soon as the man next to him moved, he was forced back by a look from Ethan.

Only then did the two security guards notice the police badge hanging on Ethan's waist, and their expressions became stiff.

I thought there was a newcomer coming to snatch the job, and I wanted to give him a warning.

Now it seems that this warning is not given.

The two of them silently took two steps to the side to get out of the way.

But his suit turned into a mohawk like Zou Baba's, and he still looked over with an unkind look.

Ethan smiled and opened the door.

It was quiet inside, with Hank and Chloe sitting opposite each other, as if they had turned into wooden figures.

Taylor was playing with his phone on the side, looking absent-minded.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and the passionate feeling she had when dancing outside was completely gone.

After Ethan entered the door, he broke the dull atmosphere.

"Bang." He closed the door and walked to the table: "Tell me, is there anything else we need to know."

"Show them."

Taylor on the side said in a low voice without raising his head. (End of chapter)