My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

I don’t know if it’s because of the singer, but her voice has a hint of magnetism.

"This is what happened this morning."

Chloe didn't dare to put on any more airs. She took out a stack of photos from her pocket and said, "I hope what you saw will not be spread out."

"This is not a good thing for everyone."

There was a hint of threat in his words.

Ethan was keenly aware that Taylor, who was sitting next to him, had his fingers trembling.

Picking up the photo, Ethan immediately knew why the other party didn't want the content to be spread, and he also understood why the agent was so secretive just now.

The first photo was taken against a quilt.

A pool of bright red blood was particularly conspicuous, which was not surprising to him.

What's scary is that there is a cat head next to it.

This is a bit abnormal. Even if you put it on someone's head, Ethan still thinks it's normal.

In the second photo, it's Taylor.

She was sitting in a corner of the room, her silk nightgown stained with blood.

He looked a little shaken, with fear in his eyes.

The next few photos are of the situation in the room.

Looking at the cat head, Ethan remembered something and quickly took out the two pieces of letter paper he had just folded in from Hank's pocket.

His eyes scanned quickly and stopped on a sentence.

"In my opinion, you are as heartwarming as a beautiful kitten."

It can be confirmed that the other party has indeed received death threats.

And the person who can do such a thing must have a serious mental illness.

"Who took these photos?"

Ethan shook the photo in his hand and asked with raised eyebrows.

"I slapped."

Chloe stared at the photos in their hands, fearing that they would take one quietly.

This is no joke. As long as the photo of Taylor with blood on his body is taken away by them, it can be sold for a lot of money in any gossip magazine.

Taylor is a public figure, and a very famous one at that.

If these photos were circulated, they would definitely cause an uproar. The crazy snooping of the paparazzi and the carnival of the media would be enough to destroy her.

Hank knew what she was thinking, and after confirming that he had seen clearly, he returned the photo:

"How many people know about this matter?"

"Except for the person who did this, everyone who knows is in the room." Chloe put the photo back on her body and said quickly: "Our security personnel only knew that the threatening letter had been received."

Taylor was playing with her phone in silence, and Chloe answered the questions the whole time.

"How about this."

Hank looked at Chloe and knocked on the table: "I need a list of the names of all the people who know she lives here, can you do it?"

"That's a long list."

Chloe frowned and said, "We've had a lot of guests here in the past few days."

"At the same time, many people came to take photos of the preparations for the concert, simple rehearsals and the like. It is almost impossible to do what you said."

"Do your best." Hank scratched his gray hair:

"Compile a list of everyone who has been to this house, the sooner the better."

There were twenty or thirty people downstairs just now.

If you pass it on to ten or hundreds of people, there will be too many people who know about it, so now you can only reduce the target range.

Ethan stood up, took out the record book from his pocket, and sat down in front of Taylor:

"Hello, I'm Detective Morgan, can I call you Taylor?"

"No problem at all."

Taylor looked up and forced a smile.

I don’t know if it’s because the filming ended, but she is now wearing a set of comfortable sportswear. She no longer has the domineering attitude of the heroine just now, and looks more like a girl next door.

It's hard to imagine how she managed to look as if nothing had happened when she was filming just now after what happened this morning.

But her eyes were always staring at the record book in Ethan's hand, looking extremely vigilant.

Anyone who can get up and down in the Shura field of the entertainment industry is not stupid.

Ethan also understood what she meant and simply put the notebook back into his pocket:

"Did anything unusual happen last night?"

"No."

Taylor watched him put away the notebook, his expression relaxed: "As usual, I went to a dinner party and then went home."

"After a little drink, I went to sleep."

"Didn't you hear anything?"

Ethan stared into her ice-blue eyes and continued to ask: "A little movement will do, it's best to have an approximate time."

"Heard nothing."

Recalling what happened after she woke up this morning, there was deep horror in her eyes: "I had a very busy schedule yesterday. First I went to the concert venue for rehearsal, and then I went to attend the welcome dinner."

"When I came back, I was very tired."

"How is your usual sleep quality?" Ethan quickly turned the pen in his hand.

"She sleeps like a little kid."

Chloe came over and moved a chair to sit down.

"I'm talking to her."

Ethan glanced at Chloe: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Feel sorry."

Chloe's heart felt like it was being grabbed, and she quickly closed her mouth. She didn't know what was going on, but the other person's eyes were particularly scary.

In fact, the case just now was robbed, and Ethan's anger has not been eliminated.

In addition, he had just killed someone, and his murderous intention had not subsided.

The unintentional glance just now brought out that emotion, which naturally frightened Chloe.

"I always sleep deeply." Taylor shook his head: "I really didn't hear anything."

Ethan calmed down and continued to ask:

"Do you still have any leftover from the wine you drank last night?"

"No."

Taylor shook his head: "It's just a bottle of red wine, and I drank it all."

"Where's the bottle?" Ethan asked.

"Do you suspect it was drug addiction?" Taylor ruled out this possibility: "I drank with two friends at the time, and they continued to party at night without any problems."

"Can I go to your room and take a look?"

Ethan put the pen back in his pocket and made one last request.

"sure."

Taylor nodded, she pursed her lips, and continued: "But, can you publicize that you two are my bodyguards?"

"That's right."

Chloe was very unhappy with her reaction just now. She said quickly: "Our album is currently competing for music awards and we cannot bear any negative news."

"If you can, you two are our temporary bodyguards."

"no problem."

Hank and Ethan looked at each other, then took off their badges and put them in their pockets.

Don't worry about being seen by the two security guards outside just now. Many police officers will take on some private security work during their breaks to earn some extra money.

Due to the special nature of their profession, they are also very popular in this private security industry.

This kind of thing is commonplace. (End of chapter)