My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

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

"That's what happened this morning."

Chloe didn't dare to put on airs anymore, she took out a stack of photos from her pocket: "I hope that what you see will not be spread."

"It's not a good thing for everyone."

There was a hint of threat in the words.

Ethan keenly noticed that Taylor, who was sitting next to him, trembled in his fingers.

Picking up the photo, Ethan immediately knew why the other party didn't want the content in it to be circulated, and also understood why the manager 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 is horrifying is that there is a cat's head next to it.

This is a bit perverted, Ethan still thinks it's normal to put someone on his head.

In the second photo, it was Taylor.

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

He still looked a little terrified, with fear in his eyes.

The next few photos are the situation in the room.

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

His eyes scanned quickly and stopped on a sentence.

"In my opinion, you are like a beautiful kitten, which is heart-warming."

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

And the person who can do this kind of thing must have a serious brain disease.

"Who took these pictures?"

Ethan flicked the photo in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I slapped."

Chloe stared at the photos in their hands, for fear that they would sneak one away.

This is no joke, as long as they take away the picture of Taylor with blood on his body, any weekly gossip magazine can sell it for a lot of money.

Taylor was a public figure, and a very well-known kind at that.

If these photos are circulated, there will be an uproar. The crazy snooping of the paparazzi and the carnival of the media are enough to destroy her.

Hank knew what she was thinking, and after confirming that he saw it 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 know that they have received a threat letter."

Taylor has been playing with his mobile phone in silence, and Chloe has been answering the whole process.

"How about this."

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

"That's a long list."

Chloe frowned and said: "In recent days, we have received many guests here."

"At the same time, many people came to film 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:
"As long as there are people who have been to this house, you should make a list, the sooner the better."

There were twenty or thirty people downstairs just now.

If you spread it to ten or ten to a hundred, there will be too many people who know it, and now you can only narrow down the target range.

Ethan stood up, took out the notebook from his pocket, and sat down in front of Taylor:
"Hello, I'm Detective Morgan, may I call you Taylor?"

"No problem at all."

Tyler looked up and forced a smile.

I don't know if it's because the filming ended, but now she's wearing a set of comfortable sportswear, without the aggressiveness of the heroine just now, she looks more like a girl next door.

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

It's just her eyes, which have been staring at the notebook in Ethan's hand, appearing extremely vigilant.

People who can fight in the showbiz, the Shura field, are not stupid.

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

"Did anything unusual happen last night?"

"No."

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

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

"Didn't you hear anything?"

Ethan stared into her icy blue eyes, and continued to ask: "A little movement is fine, and an approximate time is best."

"I heard nothing."

Thinking of what happened after waking up this morning, she had 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 the welcome dinner."

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

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

"She sleeps like a baby."

Chloe on the side came over and moved a chair to sit down.

"I was talking to her."

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

"Feel sorry."

Chloe's heart seemed to be grabbed, and she quickly shut her mouth. She didn't know what was going on, but the other party's eyes were particularly frightening.

In fact, the case just now was robbed, and Ethan's anger still persists.

In addition, he just killed someone, and the killing intent has not calmed down.

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

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

Ethan restrained his mind and continued to ask:
"Is there any leftover from the wine you drank last night?"

"No."

Taylor shook his head: "Just a bottle of red wine, I drank it all."

"Where's the bottle?" Ethan asked.

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

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

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

"of course can."

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

"Yes."

Chloe was very upset about her reaction just now, she said quickly: "Our album is currently hitting music awards, and we cannot bear any negative news."

"If possible, the two of you are our temporary bodyguards."

"no problem."

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

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

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

This kind of thing is commonplace. (end of this chapter)