"What's the matter?"

"Do you know Boleyn?"

"Boleyn? Yes. She stared at a business card in his hand and remembered that someone had taken the victim's wallet to verify his identity.

A terrible thought arose: Could it be that Jon was killed?

Her mind jumped. Could it be that the professor learned something from Travis's computer? Or do you do your own investigation in the search for the victim?

Please. No!

She glanced at Hugh, her eyes full of fear, and she couldn't help but rush towards the corpse:

"Hey!" The crime scene investigator shouted, "You're going to destroy the scene!"

She ignored him and lifted the tarpaulin.

She gasped.

She looked down, still frightened but relieved. That's not Boleyn.

The man was thin, bearded, and wore plain pants and a white shirt. He was stabbed several times. A glazed eye was half-open. A cross is carved on the forehead. Rose petals, all red, were sprinkled on his corpse.

"How did that come about?" She asked another officer, nodding at Boleyn's business card, her voice shaking.

"He's on the side of the barricade, just driving up. He wants to see you, and the situation is urgent. ”

"I'll see him right away." Katyusha took a deep breath and came to her senses.

Another clerk walked over with a plastic bag containing the victim's wallet, "ID card found." His name is Mark, a retired engineer who went to the store a few hours ago to buy something and hasn't been home since. ”

"Who is he?" Hugh asked, "Why did you choose him?"

Katyusha reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a list of people she had mentioned on her blog as potential targets.

"He followed the post on his blog as a reply to the chain of 'Give back electricity to the people' post about the nuclear power plant. He neither agreed nor opposed Chilton on the issue of the power plant, and was neutral. ”

"So, even the slightest bit of blogging is in danger right now."

"I think so."

Hugh looked at her. He touched her arm, "Are you alright?"

"That's it...... Some are afraid. ”

She found herself rubbing Boleyn's business card. She told Hugh that she went over and saw what he needed. Just follow the path. Her heart was beating normally from the fright.

On the side of the road, she found the professor standing next to the car, the door open. She frowned. In the passenger seat sat a teenager with hair standing on end. He wears a Flying Smith T-shirt underneath his dark brown jacket.

Boleyn waved at her. She immediately saw the anxious look on his face. This is not very common for him.

She let out a long sigh of relief before realizing that nothing had happened to him.

Then she became curious: she saw something pinned to the waistband of his underpants, which she was not sure of, but which looked like the hilt of a large knife.

Katyusha, Bolin, and the teenager arrived at Katyusha's office at the California Bureau of Investigation. Jason is a 17-year-old student at Carmel South Side High School. He's Stricker.

Travis spawned this avatar a few years ago, but he sold it to Jason online, along with a whole bunch of reputation, life points, and resources.

Whatever that is.

Katyusha remembered that Bolin had told her that players could sell avatars and other game gear.

The professor explained the code name for the opening hours of the Lighthouse arcade that he had found in Travis' data.

He did an excellent job as a detective. Katyusha thanked for this. But she still scolded him, criticizing him for learning that the boy was acting alone after learning about the arcade. And did not call 911 immediately.

On the table behind them was an evidence bag. It contained the kitchen knife that Jason had used to threaten Boleyn. It's a deadly weapon. So he is legally guilty of assaulting and wounding. However, since Bolin was not injured. The boy also volunteered to give the knife to Boleyn. She might have given the boy a stern warning.

Boleyn began to tell what had happened: he himself had almost fallen victim to a trap designed by the half of the teenagers, who were now in front of their eyes. "Tell her what you told me."

"Well, I'm worried about Travis," Jason told them with wide eyes, "and you don't know what it's like to see your family being attacked on a blog like he did." ”

"Your family?"

"Yes, in the game, in Dimension Tracking. We were brothers, and we had never met or anything, but I knew him well. ”

"Never seen it before?"

"Yes, of course. It's just that I haven't seen it in the real world, but I've seen it in Aeria. I want to help him. But I had to find him first. I tried to make phone calls, send instant texts, but I couldn't get in touch. I had to wander around the arcade, maybe I could convince him to turn himself in. ”

"With a knife?" Katyusha asked.

His shoulders shrugged and fell, "I don't think I'm going to hurt anyone." ”

The boy was covered in bones and looked unhealthy. It's summer vacation but it's ironic. He probably spends much less time outside than he would in the fall and winter when he was going to school.

Boleyn spoke for him." Jason was there when I got to the Lighthouse Arcade. The manager was his friend. I asked him to find Stricker, and he pretended to check it out, but it was actually a message to Jason. ”

"Hey, I'm sorry, man. I'm not trying to stab you or anything. I just want to know who you are and if you know where Travis is. I didn't know you were working on the Bureau of Investigation. ”

Treating him like a police officer, Boleyn smiled sheepishly. He added that he knew she wanted to talk to Jason, but he thought it would be better to bring him directly to her than wait for the city police to show up.

"I called Carter. He tells you where. ”

The decision is obvious, just slightly illegitimate.

Katyusha said: "Jason. We don't want Travis to get hurt, and we don't want him to hurt anyone else. Can you tell us where he's going?'

"Anywhere is possible. He's got a big brain, you know. He knows how to survive in the woods. He's an expert. The boy noticed that they were a little puzzled, and he said again. You see, Dimension Tracking is a game, and it's real, I mean. You're in the southern mountains, and it's minus 20 degrees Celsius, and you have to learn how to keep warm, or you're going to freeze to death. You have to find food, water, everything you need, you have to know what plants are safe, what animals can eat, how to cook food and store food. I mean to say. They do have a set of methods. You have to do it directly in the game. Otherwise, these methods will not work. ”

He laughed, "Some noobs want to play, like this: we just want to fight trolls and devils. They end up starving to death because they can't take care of themselves. ”

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