"So much?"

"Yes. They can do a lot of things, and they filter the information beforehand so that you don't have to Google millions of URLs. They are a community of like-minded people; They can be humorous and creative. Just like the Chilton reports, they play the role of social police, keeping us honest. Of course, there is also a dark side. ”

"Spread rumors." Katyusha said.

"That's one thing, right. There's another problem, and that's what I talked about earlier: they make people let their guard down. People feel protected online and in the virtual world. Life can be lived anonymously, posting with an alien name or nickname that is synonymous with your real name, also known as a screen name, so that you can post anything about yourself. But remember: every fact or lie about you that you put up yourself or someone has posted to you - it will always be there. It will never go away. ”

Carter continued, "But the biggest problem I feel is that people don't tend to question the accuracy of the story. Blogs give people a sense of authenticity, because they come from ordinary people and not big media, so the information in them will be more democratic and honest. But my point is that it's been criticized a lot by academics and bloggers, and it's a pile of shit. The Daily Times is a company that was started to make money, but objectively thousands of times more than most blogs. There is no liability online. Blogs are to blame for Holocaust denial, the 911 conspiracy, and the spread of racism. If there is a weirdo on the blog who says that Israel and the CIA are behind the terrorist attack on the World Trade Tower, it is more authentic than it is at a cocktail party. ”

Katyusha returned to her desk and picked up the phone, "I think I'm going to put your research to use, Jon." Let's see what happens. ”

Chilton's house is located in an upscale residential area of Carmel with a yard close to 1 acre. The garden is full of plants, but they are all neatly trimmed, which means that either the husband or the wife, or the couple, spend a lot of time on weekends pulling weeds and planting plants, rather than paying professional gardeners to do it.

Katyusha looked enviously at the arrangements outside the house. Although she likes to grow flowers and grass, she is not good at it. Maggie once said that if the plants didn't have roots, their mothers would run away when they walked into the garden. The house is a large ranch-style bungalow dwelling, about 40 years old, located at the back of the entire homestead. Katyusha estimated that there were about 6 bedrooms. They have a Lexus luxury car and a Nissan Guishi utility vehicle, parked in a large garage. The garage was also stuffed with a lot of sports equipment, unlike the similar equipment in Katyusha's garage, which seemed to be used a lot.

She couldn't help but laugh when she saw the small slogan on the bumper of her car. They echo the headlines of his blog posts: one against the seawater purification plant, the other against the sex education program, one on the left and one on the right, which are the views of two different ruling parties.

It seems that he prefers cut-and-paste.

There is also a car here, parked in the driveway. Probably a visitor, as the delicate decal on this Ford Taurus car is printed with the name of a car rental company. Katyusha parked the car, walked towards the front door of the house, and rang the doorbell.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, and a light-skinned woman answered the door. She was in her 40s, slender, wearing branded jeans and a white shirt with her collar turned up, and a chunky Daniel Yaman brand rosette necklace around her neck.

Katyusha couldn't help but recognize the shoes she was wearing, a brand from Italy, which was extraordinary.

To identify herself, Katyusha took out her ID, "I called earlier to see Mr. Chilton. ”

The woman's expression relaxed, but she still furrowed her eyebrows slightly, which is a typical reaction to seeing a law enforcement officer. Her name is Patria, and she pronounces it as Patria.

"James' meeting with a guy is coming to an end. I'll go tell him you're coming. ”

"Thank you."

"Come in."

She led Katyusha to a small cozy room with pictures of the family on the wall. Then she went to another room for a while. Patria returned, "He'll be fine in a moment." ”

"Thank you. Are they your son?" Katyusha pointed to a photo of Patria, a tall, skinny, balding man, and two dark-haired boys who reminded her of Wes. They all smile at the camera. The woman proudly said, "They're Jim and Chet."

Chilton's wife continued to talk about the photos. From the photos she took when she was younger, all of them were taken at places like Carmel Beach, Lobos Point, and Mishen, Katyusha guessed that she was a local. Patria explained that she was; She actually grew up in this house. "My father lived here alone for many years. After he passed away, about 3 years ago, James and I moved in. ”

Katyusha loved this kind of family home, which was passed down from generation to generation. She thought of Hugh's parents, who still lived in a house with a sea view, where he and his siblings had grown up. When his father was old and frail, his mother wanted to sell the place and move into a senior community. But Hugh insisted that the family live in the house and not sell it.

As Patria pointed to the photographs showing the family's countless sporting glories — golf, football, tennis and triathlon — Katyusha heard someone talking in the antechamber.

She turned around and saw two people. One was Chilton, whom she recognized based on the photo, wearing a baseball cap, a green polo jersey and yellow mercerized twill pants. Locks of yellow hair were pressed under the brim of the hat. He was tall, and apparently in good shape, except for a little belly bulging out of his belt. He was talking to another person. The man has light brown hair and wears jeans, a white shirt, and a brown sports jacket. Katyusha was about to walk over, but Chilton quickly led the man out the door. Judging by her posture, he didn't want the guest to know that a law enforcement officer was visiting him, no matter who the guest was.

Patria repeated, "He'll be fine in a moment."