"What's wrong, Qianqian?" Li Chen asked.
"Brother Cheen, today there were multiple incidents of people losing clothes near my house," came the voice of Wang Qianqian over the phone.
"A thief?" Li Chen inquired.
"No," Wang Qianqian hurriedly explained, "It's a doll, the same one we saw at the company today."
"What?" Li Chen stood up abruptly, "You saw it?"
"Yes, Brother Cheen, around four or five in the afternoon, several families near my house reported missing clothes," Wang Qianqian explained, "But those families all had their doors securely locked, a normal thief simply couldn't get in. Plus, some people reported being mysteriously hit on the head by something."
"Then today, in the residential area, I saw that doll, and it was holding clothes in its hand," said Wang Qianqian.
"Okay, Qianqian, I'll be there right away," Li Chen said.
