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Katyusha lowered her voice again, "How many times have you seen it?"

He laughed, "Ghost in the Shell 20 and 30 times I watched it with the other two sequels. Oops, you can even detect harmless lies. ”

"Thank you for doing this. It's important to him. ”

"I could tell he was happy."

"I'm surprised you don't have children. But you seem to understand their psychology. ”

"Yes, without children, otherwise you won't be busy. But if you want to have children, you definitely have to have a woman in your life.

I'm the kind of man to watch out for. Don't you women say that?"

"Watch out for what? Why should this be?"

"Don't date an unmarried man over 40."

"My current thinking is to get by."

"I've never met someone I want to live with her."

Katyusha noticed one of his eyebrows move, and her voice trembled slightly. She deliberately turned a blind eye.

Boleyn said again, "Are you?" He looked down at her left hand and saw a white pearl ring on her ring finger.

"My husband is gone." Katyusha said.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry."

"In a car accident." She said she felt only a glimmer of sadness that she had felt before.

"It's unfortunate."

Katyusha didn't talk about her husband and the car accident, and she didn't want to talk about it again. "So, you're a real bachelor now, huh?"

"I think so. I haven't heard this term for a long time, about a century. ”

She went back to the kitchen and got some more wine, and in the dark took the red wine, which Hugh liked to drink, and remembered that Boleyn liked to drink white. She poured half a cup each.

They talked about life on the peninsula – his mountain biking trips and hiking. His professional life seemed too rigid to him, so Boleyn often drove that old pickup truck for a ride in the mountains or national parks.

"I'm going to ride my bike this weekend. This will give you some rationality. He then went on to talk to her about the family reunion he had mentioned earlier.

"In Napa?"

"Yes," his eyebrows furrowed playfully and handsomely, "what do you mean by my family?"

"It's a family."

"That's right," he said, laughing, "my parents are alive, I have two siblings, and a whole bunch of aunts and uncles. That's good. You can eat and drink together and watch the sunset together – but you can't see much, thank goodness. Twice at the top of the hill to see. That's how we spend our weekends. ”

Once again, the two silently faced each other. Very pleasant. Katyusha is in no hurry to break this silence.

But just then, the calm is broken by the beep of Boleyn's phone. He looked at the screen. His body language suddenly became highly alert.

"Travis is online. Let's go check it out. With Boleyn's tapping, the homepage of Dimension Tracking was downloaded almost instantly.

The screen dissipated, revealing a welcoming box. Here's what apparently the agency known as ERSB has given to rating the game.

10 years old, gore, suggestive themes, alcoholism, violence.

Bolin confidently taps on the keyboard and enters the in-game continent of Auria.

It was a weird experience. Incarnate fantastical beings, some human, roaming the clearing in the middle of a large forest. Their names are in balloons above the figures. Most of them are fighting, and some are just strolling, running, or riding animals like horses. Some are flying on their own. Katyusha was surprised to see that everyone was moving with agility, and their expressions were real. The picture is shocking, and the picture quality is almost like a movie.

All of this makes the fights and the vicious, all-encompassing gore even more intense.

Katyusha found herself sitting leaning forward, her knees shaking—a classic sign of tension. She couldn't help but gasp when she saw one samurai chop off another samurai's head.

"Is there really someone directing them behind their backs?"

"One or two of them belong to NPCs, and they're non-player characters that are generated by the game itself. But all the other characters are the embodiment of players everywhere. Cape Town, Mexico, New York, Russia. Most of the players are male, but there are also a lot of women. Most are in their teens to twenties, but there are also many who are a little older. They can be boys or girls or middle-aged men, black, white, handicapped, athletes, lawyers, handymen

In the virtual world, you can be whatever you want to be. "In front of them there was another samurai who easily killed his opponent. Blood gushed out like a fountain. Bolin muttered, "You know, they're not necessarily all equal. Who survives depends on who trains more and who has the most strength, the strength gained by fighting and killing. To put it bluntly, it's an evil cycle. ”

Katyusha tapped on the screen and pointed to the back of a female avatar in front of her.

"Is that you?"

"The embodiment of one of my students. I logged in through her account. ”

The name on her head is Green Leaf.

"He's coming!" Boleyn said, leaning forward and touching hers with the shoulder. He pointed to Strick, Travis' avatar.

He was 100 feet away from the green leaves.

Stricker is a tough, meaty guy. Katyusha couldn't help but notice that many of the characters had beards or leathery red skin, while Travis was white and flawless, with skin like baby skin. It reminded her of the sores that upset the boy.

You can be whatever you want to be

Stricker, a "Thor Warlord", she recalled—it was clearly the dominant samurai here. People would look in his direction and turn away. Several men fought with him, two at a time. He easily killed them. At one point he knocked out a troll or something like that with a pillar of light. Next, as the troll lay on the ground trembling, Travis commanded his avatar to plunge the knife into the monster's chest.

Katyusha gasped.

Stricker bent down, as if to reach into the inside of the monster's body.

"What is he doing?"

"Looting corpses." Bolin noticed Katyusha's tightly knit eyebrows, and continued, "Everybody does. This is the only way to do it. There may be something of value in the corpse. As long as you defeat him, you have earned this right. ”

If that's what Travis is looking for in the metaverse, he's not going to stop playing this fantasy game anytime soon.

She couldn't help but ask: Where in the real world is this boy now? At a Starbucks Wi-Fi terminal, with a hood on your head and sunglasses on your face so you don't get recognized? 10 miles from here? Or 1 mile?

He walked into a video arcade. She knew that. After learning where he had been at one point, Katyusha ordered the place to be put under surveillance.