"He just stood there looking in the direction of our house."

"It could be wondering if a rock band or some addict moved in."

She walked down the stairs, "just standing there," she repeated,

"I don't know, my dear, it's a bit of a rash."

Hawken walked over to the window and looked out. From this angle, his vision was not wide, but he could clearly see a figure peering through the trees. He wears a white undershirt with a hood over his head.

"Probably a neighbor's child. They are always curious about the people who move in. He wondered if we would have children their age. I share this curiosity. ”

Lily didn't respond. He sensed that she was unwell. She stood, her narrow ass pouting, her brows furrowed, and some dust from moving cardboard boxes and cardboard fell from her hair.

It's time for the knights to come out.

Hawken walked into the kitchen and pulled open the back door. The uninvited guest was gone.

He took a few more steps towards the door, when he heard his wife shouting, "Honey!"

Hawken suddenly became alert, turned and ran quickly into the house.

Lily was still standing on the ladder and didn't come down, pointing to another window. The uninvited guest had moved to the nearby courtyard, and was certainly on their territory now, though it was still hard to see through the trees.

"Damn, who the hell is he?"

He glanced at the phone, but decided not to call 911 to call the police. What if it's a neighbor or a neighbor's son? That would completely ruin the chances of a friendship.

When he looked back, the figure was gone.

Lily climbed down the ladder, "Where is he?" He just disappeared, very quickly. ”

"I don't know where he is."

They looked out the window, glancing.

There was no sign of him.

Not being able to see him is even more frightening.

"I think we should ......"

Hawken's voice stopped, and he gasped. Lily shouted, "There's a gun, he's got a gun, Donald!" She kept her eyes fixed on the front window.

Her husband grabbed the phone and shouted at his wife, "Door! Lock. ”

Lily rushed over.

But it was too late. The door is completely open.

"Damn, who the hell is he?"

He glanced at the phone, but decided not to call 911 to call the police. What if it's a neighbor or a neighbor's son? That would completely ruin the chances of a friendship.

When he looked back, the figure was gone.

Lily climbed down the ladder, "Where is he?" He just disappeared, very quickly. ”

"I don't know where he is."

They looked out the window, glancing. There was no sign of him. Not being able to see him is even more frightening.

"I think we should ......."

Hawken's voice stopped, and he gasped. Lily shouted, "There's a gun—he's got a gun, Donald!" She kept her eyes fixed on the front window.

Her husband grabbed the phone and shouted at his wife, "Door! Lock. ”

Lily rushed over. But it was too late. The door is completely open.

Lily screamed. Hawken dragged her to the ground in an elegant position, but he knew that this position would not help save his new wife's life.

Jonathan? Boleyn is now sitting alone in Katyusha? Katyusha's office. Is he browsing Travis? Brigham's computer, almost frantically searching for the meaning of the code.

Our Oprah

He leaned forward and sat down, typing quickly, thinking to himself that if Katyusha was here, she would quickly draw some conclusions from his posture and the concentration of his eyes, as a posture expert, that he was a dog sniffing for prey.

Boleyn got hold of something.

Katyusha and the others were setting up surveillance outside at this time. Bolin stayed in her office to browse the boy's computer. He's found a clue and is now locking up more data to crack the codeword.

What does our Oprah mean?

One of the interesting features of computers is that these crazy plastic metal boxes contain unpredictable. A computer hard drive is like a network of secret passages and corridors that lead to computer storage buildings farther and farther away. It is possible that, although it is quite difficult, to exorcise these channels and get rid of the data ghosts of the past, the vast majority of the information we generate or obtain will remain there forever.

Boleyn is now roaming these tunnels, using a program that one of his students scrapes and assembles online. He read bits and pieces of data from an unknown area, like a wisp of lonely ghosts haunting a haunted house.

The thought of the ghost reminded him of the DVD that Katyusha's son gave him last night. He reminisced about the happy time he spent at her house, and he loved getting to know her friends and family, especially the two children. Maggie is sweet and playful, and he has no doubt that she will become an amazing woman like her mother.

Wes is a bit more easy-going, easy to talk to, and smart. Boleyn often wondered what his own children would be like if he settled in with Cassandra.

He now thinks of her and wants her to be happy in China. He thought back to the week before she left.

So he took back his generous wishes for her to live comfortably in Asia.

Boleyn put his thoughts on Cassandra aside and focused on his computer. He was close to deciphering the meaning of the fragment of the code word hidden in two nouns, which translated into English as "oursopera".

Boleyn likes to use his brain to solve puzzles. He counted on this ingenuity to come up with some peculiar logical reasoning and insight. He coldly came to the conclusion that these words meant "business hours." Travis read the phrase online before he disappeared. It is possible, just maybe, to imply that the words refer to a place of interest to the boy.

However, computers do not store data in the same place. The code word "oursopera" may have been found in a gloomy cupboard in the basement, and the name to which these words refer may have been in the attic passage. The physical address is partly in one place and the rest in another. The center of the computer disassembles the data through continuous calculations and stores the fragments in various places.

Bolin followed the trail and weaved through the dark corridors filled with ghosts. Boleyn enjoys teaching at the university. He is curious by nature and enjoys researching and writing about challenging tasks. She enjoys inspiring conversations with colleagues and students, as well as stimulating young people's enthusiasm for learning.

But for now, satisfactory progress and those victories seem to be minimal. He is now on a mission where human lives are at stake. All he cared about was how to decipher the codeword