My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Interesting, Ethan found it interesting as soon as he got started.

These threatening letters were pasted word by word, that is, the relevant words and sentences were cut out from the newspaper, and then pasted on the paper bit by bit.

This has the advantage that others can avoid tracing based on handwriting.

Say it is intimidation, it is better to say it is a show of love.

The content of the whole article is all about how infatuated with Taylor.

blonde hair.

Slender legs.

Delicate features.

All parts of Taylor's body have become obsessed with letter writers.

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

This thing makes people feel scalp numb just looking at it.

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

Flipping through another letter, they all have similar contents.

"Looks like a fanatic."

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

"Crazy fans, very many."

Cross took a sip of wine and sat down beside him:

"Especially this year, our Taylor released a new album, and the popularity has exploded. It's hard to imagine that many children stand outside the hotel all night just to see her."

"But like this, it's the first time."

"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 took a slender lady's cigarette in her mouth: "We didn't pay attention at the time, and the first two letters were directly thrown into the trash can."

"Until we came to Chicago, we also received similar letters."

Seeing the young detective looking at the photo on the letter, Chloe pulled the ashtray and flicked it in:
"We keep 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 pasted the photos with a pair of tweezers.

The other party was so cautious that he would not leave such obvious flaws as fingerprints.

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

Looking at this strong woman manager, Ethan pondered for a moment:
"Why did you contact us when you received the letter this time?"

"We borrowed this villa temporarily from our friends when we came over for a concert." Chloe took a deep breath of a cigarette, her eyes flustered:
"Ordinary fans, it is impossible to know that Taylor lives here, and it is even more impossible to throw letters into the gate."

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

"But these two letters prove nothing."

"Maybe it's a psychotic fantasy, a stalker."

"Something must have happened in the middle, tell me, why did you say you received death threats?"

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

Putting down the glass, she smiled and said:

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

Ethan glanced at Hank, it seemed that the other party was hiding something from him, and it was a relatively important thing.

"It's not up to you whether it's difficult or not. If it's not convenient for you to say it, then just pretend I didn't ask."

He looked at his watch and said with a soft smile, "I still have something to do, so I'll go back first."

The person who was threatened with death was not himself.

Covering up is not the way to ask for help.

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 shake his face, and looked at Hank in surprise.

"Nice to meet you."

Hank ignored her and stood up.

He came here to repay favors, not to guess riddles, and if the other party didn't cooperate, he couldn't help it.

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

The door of the room was opened by someone outside, and the scent wafted in. A woman with a delicate face and short blond hair appeared at the door.

It was the big star, Taylor.

I was far away just now, and I didn't feel anything.

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

high.

so high.

Just a few centimeters shorter than her, she is considered tall even among men.

The ice blue eyes are as clear as the lake in Banshee Town.

Behind her, followed by two bodyguards.

"This is it." 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."

"Go out, turn left and go straight."

This is the chief of the bureau who was approached through his relationship, and the other party also said that he would arrange for the most powerful people to come over, and he couldn't just let him go because of this.

Taylor is facing life-threatening, must be resolved as soon as possible.

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

After washing his hands, he returned to the meeting room just now.

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

That is, taller and handsomer.

One of them looked him up and down and let out a sneer, what effect could this body have.

"Please let it go."

Ethan looked at the handsome security guard with Mohawk hair in front of him.

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

Discontinued?
I didn't come here to snatch a job, to show someone else's face.

"Snapped!"

Ethan patted his wet hands on Mohawk's suit, and wiped them slowly.

"Do you want to attack the police?"

As soon as the person next to him moved, he was forced back by Ethan's look.

The two security personnel noticed the police badge on Ethan's waist, and their faces became stiff.

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

Now it seems that this warning is not given.

The two silently shifted two steps to the side to let the door open.

It's just that the suit has changed into a Zou Baba, and that Mohawk still looks at him with unfriendly eyes.

Ethan smiled and opened the door.

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

Taylor was playing with his mobile phone, looking absent-minded.

Her brows were slightly frowned, and she completely lost the feeling of passion when she was dancing outside just now.

After Ethan entered, he broke the dull atmosphere.

"Bang." After closing the door, he walked to the table: "Tell me, is there anything else we need to know."

"Show them."

Taylor on the side didn't raise his head, and said in a muffled voice. (end of this chapter)