It's the case of a container ship from Indonesia. Apparently he couldn't delay any longer. Katyusha was disappointed. Why now? She sighed in chagrin. At the same time, a feeling of loneliness and helplessness hit my heart. She found that since joining the case of the cross, a sense of distress and tiredness had hit her like never before, and she and Hugh had been seeing each other almost every day for the past week.

In the case of Travis, she does need his professional help. She didn't feel embarrassed to admit that she wanted him to be by her side. It's a bit ridiculous to say that just being able to talk to each other and exchange ideas and speculations is like a panacea. But his case was clearly urgent, and that was enough for her. She typed out a quick reply.

Good luck. Miss you.

She pressed the backspace key again, deleting the last two words and punctuation. She rewrote: Good luck. Keep in touch.

She didn't think about him anymore.

Katyusha has a small television in her office, which is now on. She glanced at it inadvertently. She was taken aback. A wooden cross appears on the screen.

Is it related to this case? Did you find another cross?

Then the camera pans to Father Fisk. It was a news report about the euthanasia protests, and she realized with a heavy heart that the focus of the protests had shifted to her mother. A protester holds a cross.

She turned up the volume. A reporter asked Fisker if he advocated the death penalty for doctors who performed abortions, as the Chimera Report put it. He was dressed in a clergyman's uniform, and his eyes seemed cold and calculating to her. He looked at the camera, claiming that his words had been misinterpreted by the liberal media.

She remembered his quote from the "Chimera Report." In her opinion, the meaning of this sentence advocating the death penalty could not be clearer. She was curious to see if Chilton had any followers.

She turned the TV to silent. She shares the state bureau's grievances with the media. Through leaked information, candid filming, and the magical way in which the press learned the details of the case, news spread that the cross was a foreknowledge of murder and that the teenage boy was the suspect. Calls about the "Mask Killer," "Social Network Killer," and "Cross Killer" have now hit the State Bureau of Investigation's phone lines, despite the fact that Travis did not succeed in killing the two victims he intended to kill, and no social networking site was directly involved.

Calls kept coming in. Even the director of the state bureau of investigation, who is being chased by the media, is "dizzy," as Kevin unwittingly but wittily describes it.

Katyusha turned her chair and looked out the window: a twisted trunk that had been two trees, squeezed and adapted to each other to grow into one, stronger than when they were separate trees. A knot in a tree outside the window was very eye-catching, and she often stared at it and fell into deep thought.

She didn't have time to ponder right now. She called Peter at the Monterey County Police Department's Forensic Center to ask about the second cross and about Mira's home. The roses that are attached to the second cross are also tied with the same thread. The gourmet shop next to the place where Travis used to work also uses this line. But this thing did not leave any useful traces. The fibers found on Fiona's hooded shirt were the same as those found near the cross, and the small piece of brown paper found in the woods pointed out by Pfister was most likely on the M&M chocolate chip package, the candy she knew Travis would buy. The traces of grain found at the scene are related to the raw materials used to make oatmeal bagel in the Bagel bakery. At Mira's house, the boy left no traces or physical evidence, except for a red rose petal that could be compared to the rose on the second cross.

The masks are homemade, but the glue and paper used to make them, as well as the ink, are common, and their origin cannot be found.

The gas used to assassinate Mira was chlorine, the same gas used to achieve devastating effects in World War I. Katyusha told Bennington: "There is information that he bought it from a neo-Nazi website." She explained how she found out from Caitlyn's friends.

The head of the crime lab laughed, "I doubt it. It's possible that it came from someone's kitchen. ”

"What?"

"He used a household cleaner." The officer explained that several simple substances could be used to make the gas, which is available at grocery stores and convenience stores, "but we didn't find any containers or anything else that could help us find the source." ”

There was nothing at the scene or in the vicinity that could provide clues as to the boy's hiding.

"Davy just went to your house."

Katyusha hesitated, unsure who he was talking about, "David?"

"Reinhold, the one who works in the Crime Scene Investigation Section."

Oh, that flaming young officer.

"He put away the branches that were in your backyard. But we still don't know for sure if someone put it there on purpose or if it's just a coincidence. He said there was no other trace. ”

"He wakes up so early. I left home at 7 o'clock. ”

Bennington laughed, "A few months ago he was writing speeding tickets on the Highway Patrol, and now I see him eyeing my job. ”

Katyusha thanked the head of the Crime Scene Investigation Section and hung up the phone.

Katyusha was sad about this lack of progress, and she looked at the picture of the mask. It's terrifying, it's unsettling. She picked up the phone and called the hospital, explained her identity, and asked about Mira's condition. The nurse replied that nothing had changed and that she was still in a coma. It wasn't a big problem for her to come back to life, but none of the medical staff wanted to speculate that she would come to her senses, and besides, even if she did, it was still a question of whether she would be able to live a normal life again.

Katyusha sighed and hung up the phone.

She was angry.

She picked up her phone again, found a number in her notebook, and tapped her fingers heavily on the phone's keyboard.

Kevin, who was next to her, watched her tap on the keyboard and nudged Jon gently? Boleyn's arm, whispered, "Oooh."

James? Chilton picked up the phone when the bell rang for the third time.

"I'm Katyusha, from the Bureau of Investigation." Gentlemen gather in the Hall of Righteousness and the Falcon is stormy

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