"Is it me?" She whispered to Boleyn.

The professor did not answer.

Could it be an old picture, maybe there was a girl or woman who had humiliated Travis before. He cursed her to death in a fantasy way? Or is it painted today, despite the fact that the police are besieging and intercepting him?

The boy leans over a piece of paper with a pencil and colored pencil in his hand, sketching a picture of death in a virtual world with thick strokes, which he hopes to bring to life. This image of the boy made Katyusha shudder.

The Monterey Peninsula is windy all the time. It's usually refreshing, sometimes it's faint or intermittent, but it's never calm. The wind stirred the blue-gray sea day and night. The Pacific Ocean has never been calm.

The windiest area within a mile radius is China Bay, at the southern end of the state park. The wind blowing from the sea makes hikers' skin tingle. For a picnic, it would be unreliable if someone suggested using paper plates and cups as cutlery. The seabirds here struggle to stay on track even if they want to fly in the breeze.

It's close to midnight right now. The wind was quick and slow, picked up and stopped. At its strongest, the wind whets up foaming waves.

The wind rattled the trees. The wind bent the pine trees. The wind blew the grass.

But tonight on the sand by the sea on Highway I, there was a small object that could not be touched by the wind.

The object is a cross, about 2 feet high, made of black branches. It has a torn cardboard in the middle with the date of the next day written in blue pen. At the bottom of it is pressed with a bouquet of red roses. From time to time, flower petals will fly out and fly across the road to the other side. But the cross itself does not move or skew. Apparently, it had been violently inserted into the roadside sand, and its makers insisted that it remain upright so that all could see it.

Katyusha, Carter, and Boleyn in Katyusha's office. The time is 9 a.m. They've been here for almost two hours.

Chilton deleted Travis's post chain and two images from the post chain.

However, Bolin had already downloaded them and made backups.

You're dead. Each and every one of you. And those two photos. Especially the second one. It's me......

"It's possible to trace the source of the post," Bolin said. He grimaced and smiled, "As long as Chilton can cooperate." ”

"Is there anything in that image of Kitzal – like numbers, symbols, or words? Is there anything you can use it for?"

Bolin said that most of the content was about the game, and it was possible that it was made a long time ago. Either way, even the puzzle solvers couldn't find a clue in these strange symbols.

The rest of the room is deliberately avoiding commenting on the second image, the one depicting the assassination of a woman resembling Katyusha.

She was about to call the blogger when she received a phone call. She laughed when she saw the caller ID and quickly picked up the phone, "Hey, Mr. Chilton?"

Boleyn looked at her with a sneering look.

"I don't know if you've seen ......?"

"We looked. Your blog has been hacked. ”

"The security of the server is good. That boy was really capable. The blogger paused. Continued: "I want you to know. I want to track down the source of this hack. He used a proxy address in Scandinavia. I called some of my friends there and they knew for sure which company it was. I got the name of the company and its address, as well as the phone number. It's just outside Stockholm. ”

"Do they cooperate or not?"

Chilton said: "Agency services rarely work together. Unless you have a search warrant. Of course, that's why people are looking for it. ”

Getting a transit search warrant would be a nightmare procedurally. Katyusha had never heard of a search warrant being served in less than two to three weeks after it was issued. Sometimes foreign institutions ignore it entirely. But the search warrant is crucial.

"Give me the content and I'll try it."

Chilton gave it to her.

"Thank you for doing this."

"One more thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Are you blogging right now?"

"I can log in."

"Read what I put on it a few minutes ago."

She logged in.

The first thing I saw was an apology to the reader, and Katyusha was taken aback by the respectful tone. Here's next: an open letter to Travis.

Travis, this is my private request. Now that your name is well known, I hope you don't mind me saying that.

My job is to cover the news and ask questions, not to get involved in the events I'm covering. But I can only get involved now.

Travis, I beg of you, trouble is big enough. Don't get yourself in any more trouble. It is not too late to put an end to this terrible situation. Think about your future, think about your family. Please call the police. Someone wants to help you.

Katyusha said, "Great, James, there's a chance that Travis will contact you and turn himself in."

"I've frozen this post chain. No one can follow the post on it anymore. He was silent for a moment, "That picture is terrible. ”

Welcome to the real world, Chilton.

She thanked him and hung up. She flipped to the end of the "cross" post chain and read the latest, apparently last, posts. Even though some of them were sent from abroad, she couldn't help but wonder if they contained clues that could help her find Travis or predict his next move. But she couldn't put a knot out of these mysterious posts.

Katyusha quits the blog and tells Carter and Boleyn about Chilton's post.

Bolin wasn't sure it wouldn't work, and in his opinion, the boy was no longer reasonable, "But we still have to keep hope." ”

Katyusha began to assign tasks; Carter sat back in a chair next to the coffee table and contacted the Scandinavian agent, and Boleyn returned to his corner to check the names of potential victims in a new set of Internet addresses, including those who had not just followed the cross post chain. He identified more than a dozen people.

Terrence walked into Katyusha's office in a blue suit and white shirt that politicians usually wear. He greeted, "Katyusha...... Hey, what's the deal with that kid posting threats?"