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Chapter 18 Dangerous Fans

"What's going on?" Meng Xiaobai frowned slightly.

Su Lianyue continued: "Actually, since last week, I felt something was wrong. Some fans sent me postcards to where I live, with some words of admiration written on them."

"Have you announced your address?" Meng Xiaobai asked in surprise.

"No!" Su Lianyue quickly shook her head, "I know that the Internet must be distinguished from reality. So I have never published my address, and I don't know how that fan found my address."

"This is strange." Meng Xiaobai said.

"Yes, and there will be postcards every day with different words written on them. It was okay at first, until I said in the live broadcast the day before yesterday that I was going to stop broadcasting, and the words in the letter the next day were different." Su Lian

Yue said, taking out a stack of postcards from the small bag and handing them to Meng Xiaobai.

Meng Xiaobai took a look and saw that there was no signature or mailing address on the postcard. This was not a postcard sent by the post office at all, but was placed artificially, just like a small advertisement.

In the first few pictures, the things written were quite normal, such as:

"Come on anchor, I'm your fan."

"Anchor, the song you sang today was great, and the clothes you wore were also beautiful!"

These words are very simple, and the handwriting is crooked. It doesn't look like they were intentional, but the owner of the handwriting is bad at writing.

In the following pictures, the content becomes more and more exaggerated. They say things like "I love you, I dream about being with you every day", "I like you more and more, I can't live without you", "

What I look forward to most every day is to see you”…

The content of the one the day before yesterday had completely changed, saying: "Why don't you live broadcast anymore? Do you want to abandon me? You make me sad! I hope you can go back to live broadcast! Let me see you!"

Su Lianyue added: "I didn't plan to pay attention to him at first, but for two consecutive days, all my clothes hanging outside were stolen! I'm afraid it was him!"

"Is this person a pervert? Did you call the police?" Meng Xiaobai asked.

"Yeah." Su Lianyue nodded and said, "I went to the police the day my clothes were stolen, but the police there told me that clothes are stolen there every day, so I should be careful."

"Did you tell them about the postcard?"

"I told you, they didn't take it seriously. They said that I should pay attention to myself and not expose my information on the Internet. They also said that they would conduct an investigation, but there was no news at all." Su Lianyue said with an anxious look on her face, "I'm really

I don’t know what to do, I originally wanted to move, but this happened again this morning.”

The last card read: "Don't even think about moving away, I can find you wherever you move!"

"This is a threat!" Meng Xiaobai's expression became serious. "I'm afraid this person has become mentally ill. He can find your address and steal your things. Then he may take extreme measures against you!"

"Yes, Brother Meng, what should I do?" Su Lianyue looked at him pitifully, "I don't have many friends in Jiangcheng, and the police didn't find that person. I really don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, I'm here! I will definitely help you resolve this matter before I go to Yangcheng!" Looking at poor Su Lianyue, Meng Xiaobai's sense of justice exploded.

"Thank you, Brother Meng." Su Lianyue was a little touched that someone in a foreign country could be so enthusiastic to help her.

"You have already reported the crime, right? First we will go to where you live to have a look, and then we will go to the police to understand the situation before we can think of a solution." Meng Xiaobai said.

"Well, I listen to you." Su Lianyue had no objection.

Meisheng Village is an urban village in Jiangcheng City. It is full of old-fashioned buildings. Because the rent is cheap, many migrant workers from all walks of life live here.

"How did you find this place? The environment here is a little worse." Meng Xiaobai looked at Su Lianyue.

Su Lianyue felt a little embarrassed and said: "I am just a poor student with no money. It will take several months to get the income from the live broadcast. And because I resigned, a lot of money was deducted."

"No wonder." Meng Xiaobai expressed understanding, because the place where he lived was not much better.

Meishengcun Community is a fully developed community, which means that anyone can come in and out. There is only a small security booth, and the security guard inside is sleeping. He is mainly responsible for collecting parking fees.

The two of them arrived at the place where Su Lingyue lived. It was a small one-bedroom apartment on the second floor. Although it was not big, it was very neatly kept.

"It's very small here, there's not much place to sit." Su Lianyue gave him a glass of water, and Meng Xiaobai looked around.

"You don't have cameras in the corridors here?" Meng Xiaobai said.

"Well, so the police couldn't find anyone. There are cameras at the entrance of the community and at the intersection, but they are of no use." Su Lianyue said.

"Yes, there are many people coming and going at the intersection of the community. They only brought a postcard and clothes, and the camera couldn't find them." Meng Xiaobai said, "By the way, what clothes did you throw away?"

"A striped T-shirt and a floral dress. I also have pictures!" Su Lianyue showed him the photo, which was a selfie of her in front of the mirror.

"Send it to me." Meng Xiaobai said.

Su Lianyue: "???"

Meng Xiaobai: "This is being preserved as evidence. What will it do if anything happens?"

Su Lianyue was doubtful, but still sent him the photo.

Meng Xiaobai took out a few micro ant robots from his pocket on the pretext of going to the toilet. The reason why he agreed to Su Lianyue to help her solve the problem was not to boast, but to be somewhat sure that this was not just a test of his newly obtained micro ants.

Any chance for robots?

"The few of you, stay here and monitor the situation in the corridor. The hundred of you, search around here, record Su Lianyue's scent, and see if you can find her clothes." Meng Xiaobai put on the controller.

Device, said.

He estimated that the person who threatened Su Linyue knew her address so well and was able to quietly stuff postcards into the cracks of her door every day. He must be very familiar with this place, or he must be someone from around this community.

The ant robot can record odor information and may be able to find something nearby.

As soon as he finished speaking, those miniature ant robots fell to the ground, scattered and disappeared in the corner.

Through Xiaowanzi, Meng Xiaobai can switch the perspective at any time and see the scene seen by each miniature ant robot.

"Let's go and ask the police. Maybe they also have clues." Meng Xiaobai said to Su Lianyue.

Mei Shengchun Police Station is a small police station with not many police officers. When the two men fell, there were only a few police officers in the station.

"Police uncle, I came to register the day before yesterday." As soon as Su Lianyue spoke, the 30-year-old police comrade opposite said: "Please call me comrade police, thank you."

"Comrade police, we would like to ask if there has been any progress in the case she reported?" Meng Xiaobai said.

The policeman flipped through the registration book and asked: "Name, when did you report the case?"

After Su Lianyue finished speaking, he found the record and said, "Oh, the clothes were stolen."

"No, there are still people who send postcards to my house!" Su Lianyue emphasized.

"It's stuffed with small advertisements!" The policeman didn't take it seriously and said, "Every household has them. And this piece of clothing was stolen. We are investigating. Please wait patiently."

"Comrade police, we want to know if there are any clues!" Meng Xiaobai emphasized.

The policeman looked at him, touched his hair, and said, "Comrade, do you know how many reports a day there are of things being stolen around here?"

"This urban village is not one community, but several communities. There are a lot of migrant workers and tenants. The residents change almost every day. Things like stealing battery cars, stealing clothes, stealing cats and dogs happen every day. I'll be honest.

Let’s talk, we can only do our best, and you shouldn’t have too high hopes.”

"But I..." Su Lianyue was a little anxious, what should she do?


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