My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"bring it on!"

Ethan picked up the cup and thought for a moment: "Nice to meet you."

"A lot of people say that."

Taylor forced a smile and took a sip of whiskey.

"I didn't expect you to be so famous." Ethan pointed to the TV and put down the empty cup.

"You really don't know me?"

Taylor choked, patted his chest and said, "You don't usually have any entertainment?"

"Of course!" Ethan shrugged and said, "I usually like to go to strip clubs. Will your songs be played in strip clubs?"

"Maybe I've heard it but didn't know it was your music."

"Forget it, you must have never heard of it."

Taylor's eyes twitched. She had never thought that her concert would be linked to a strip club.

She took another sip of whiskey and continued to ask:

"By the way, where are you from?"

The other party is the person who will protect him personally in the next three days, but now he only knows his last name, and no outsider will believe it.

Personal bodyguards and personal assistants are the closest people among them, and they are the last line of defense. It is very important to deepen their understanding of each other.

But Ethan doesn’t know much about these things.

He just regarded himself as a passer-by, chatting among strangers.

“The Cornerstone State.”

He pressed the remote control and switched channels: "Pennsylvania."

"Really?"

Taylor's voice became surprised and a little happy.

"There seems to be no need to deceive you." Ethan looked at Taylor and said, "Do you have any friends in Pennsylvania?"

Logically it should be like this, otherwise how could there be such a reaction.

"Well, it seems you really don't know me."

Taylor leaned back on the sofa in frustration: "I grew up in Pennsylvania."

"Don't be like this, don't I know you now?" This was really unexpected, Ethan stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"Let me introduce you again, I am Ethan Morgan."

"Chicago Police Department, plainclothes detective, Intelligence Unit, 21st Precinct."

"You're right, we know each other now."

Taylor looked at the clean and slender fingers in front of her and put her hand on hers: "Taylor Swift, singer."

The palms of the two shook slightly, and then let go. Taylor shook his short blond hair: "Your position sounds more domineering."

"It doesn't matter, more people know you."

Ethan replied to her, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, becoming more familiar with each other.

Looking at the shining silver pistol on the table, Taylor asked curiously: "Is this your sidearm?"

"That's right."

Glancing at the python, Ethan nodded.

"Why are they different from other people's guns?" Taylor made a shooting gesture and narrowed one eye: "I think other people's guns are all black and not handsome at all."

The movements are a little silly, like a little girl.

"You can choose." Ethan took out a cigarette, and after getting the other party's consent, he bit the cigarette butt and lit it, and said calmly:

"As long as you can kill people, it doesn't matter whether you are handsome or not."

"You mean you've killed someone?"

Taylor hugged the pillow tightly and carefully took a sip of whiskey.

She has been well protected since she was a child.

In terms of career, it was smooth sailing and I encountered no setbacks.

Although I have experienced being publicly DISSUSed, compared to what I am discussing now, it is simply a trivial matter.

"Don't you have security?"

Ethan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and asked back.

"I'm the boss, they're employees." Taylor shrugged. "They won't talk to me about these things."

Her eyes lit up: "You didn't deny it."

"That's it. Can you tell me what it feels like?"

"Also, what happened at that time?"

"Aren't you a celebrity?" Ethan asked with raised eyebrows, "Why are you so nosy?"

"Who told you that celebrities can't gossip."

A voice sounded from behind, and Bellis came out with a cup: "You two guys, don't call me when you're drinking."

"What are you talking about, gossiping about?"

"I'm asking Mr. Morgan what he went through when he committed the murder?" Taylor still didn't give up the idea and continued to ask: "Please, tell me, we won't tell anyone."

Not only her, but Bellis also sat down quickly, their eyes full of curiosity.

For them, Ethan's career is also full of mystery.

For a young police detective, some pretty interesting things must have happened to him.

This thing is much more exciting than watching horror movies.

"First of all, I don't know which time you want to know specifically."

Ethan put out the cigarette butt, grabbed the python and strode away: "Secondly, it's very late now, you should rest."

He said nothing and stretched into the small room near the front door.

"Bang."

Looking at the closed door, the two people in the living room looked at each other.

"He killed more than one person."

Taylor swallowed and said firmly.

"And he's very attractive." Bellis bit her lip and said, "But he's really handsome."

"Like this~~~"

Taylor extended his accent and winked at his sister: "Don't you have his number?"

"Forget it." Bellis took a sip of whiskey:

"It's too domineering. I don't like it."

"What about you?" She asked Taylor in turn: "This is a police detective, aren't you interested?"

"Shut up and drink!"

Taylor glanced at the closed door and picked up the wine glass.

The next day, Ethan woke up early.

Looking at the small room, he blinked and turned over to get up. It was only five o'clock in the morning and the sky was gray.

There was a noise outside the door.

After washing, he opened the door.

"Breakfast is ready." Bellis sat on the sofa and said listlessly: "I asked the hotel people to prepare a set of clothes for you. You can change it!"

"The size should be fine, trust my eyes."

Hanging on the door handle is a set of black suits, shirts and the like.

"Thanks."

Ethan originally planned to go home and change his clothes.

It would have been uncomfortable not to change clothes for a day, not to mention that he was still wearing jeans and the bloody T-shirt from yesterday. In terms of what he was wearing, he looked too unprofessional.

Pick up your clothes and return to your room to take a shower and change.

Bellis' eyes are extremely vicious, and the entire outfit is very suitable and does not affect her actions.

It's not high-end stuff, but it's not bad either.

There was also a pair of sunglasses hanging inside. I put them on for a moment and then put them away.

Throw the changed clothes into the trash can and then walk out of the room.

There was no one in the living room.

There were voices from the restaurant next to him. He put one hand in his pocket and walked over.

"Dang!"

The fork in Chloe's hand dropped and hit the plate with a crisp sound.

Seeing her mouth open, Taylor and Bellis followed Chloe's gaze and looked back, also looking surprised.