"Oh," he said with his excitement gone, "moral decay. ”

"Yes, that's a good word to describe my trip. I tried to use the trick of helping him expand his influence, but he turned into Gate 2: what fascists trampled on press freedom. And a little bit of 'the world needs me'. ”

"It sucks. I am saddened by this result. A failed visit. ”

"It's still worth a try. But I think you'd better find as many names as you can on your own. ”

"I've found it, just in case Chilton rejects you. I'll find some names in a moment. By the way, did he say that he would write a blog to make this suggestion for you in retaliation for you?"

She chuckled, "That's pretty much it." The headline will be 'State Bureau of Investigation Agents Attempt to Accept Bribes.' ”

"I'm afraid he'll do, you're little people. It's not a personal matter, but hundreds of people read what he wrote, and he certainly has the ability to make you anxious. The more Carter spoke, the more frustrated he became, "What I'm telling you is that the posts are getting worse and worse." Some threaders said they saw William perform devil worship rituals and sacrifice animals. Rumor has it that he groped other classmates, both girls and boys. But it all feels like it's all made up. It's as if they're all grabbing the upper hand. These rumors are becoming more and more sensational. ”

Rumor......

"There's one thing you can keep looking for clues, and I think there's a certain amount of truth to that. That's online role-playing games. People are talking about the child's obsession with war and death games, especially the sword and slashing victims. "He slipped into the online world."

"Seems like so."

After hanging up the phone, Katyusha turned up the volume on her iPod - she was listening to a song by Betty, a beautiful Brazilian guitarist and singer. It's illegal to drive with earplugs on your ears, but playing music through speakers in a police car won't give off high-fidelity sound.

And she needs to listen to music to soothe her soul.

Katyusha is anxious to pursue this case, but she is also a mother, and she always has to balance two worlds. She is now going to the hospital to pick up the children from her grandmother, stay with them for a while, and then leave them at her parents' house. Her father, Stuart, would take care of the children when he returned from a meeting at the aquarium. She returns to the State Bureau of Investigation to continue tracking William.

She continued to drive the unmarked, bulky Ford police car. The car drove like both a race car and a tank. Katyusha never drove the car to the limit. She has no talent for driving, and despite taking the required high-speed chase class in Sacramento, she can't imagine what it would be like to actually chase another car down a winding highway in the middle of the state. Thinking of this, an image from the blog came to her mind - the photo of the tragic car accident found on June 9, and the ensuing panic was triggered by this tragedy.

She pulled over in the hospital parking lot and found several State Highway Patrol police cars in front of the hospital and two unmarked. She had not heard of any police officers injured in the operation. She got out of the car and noticed a change in the crowd. One of the changes is that there are more people, more than 30, and two more groups of reporters.

She also noticed that they were noisy, waving signs and crosses, laughing and singing like a bunch of sports fans. Katyusha noticed that several people were approaching Pastor Fisk, taking turns shaking his hand. The red-haired bodyguard scanned the parking lot alarmingly.

Then Katyusha was stunned and gasped.

It was none other than Wes and Maggie who came out of the main entrance of the hospital, with heavy faces, accompanied by an African-American in a navy blue suit. She led them towards an unmarked limousine.

Then comes Scott, the special prosecutor she met in Terrence's office.

Behind him came Katyusha's mother, Edie. She was framed by two tall, burly, uniformed state highway patrol officers, handcuffed to her hands.

Katyusha rushed forward in three steps and two steps.

"Mom!" Twelve-year-old Wess shouted and ran through the parking lot, holding his sister.

"Wait, can't run!" The woman who accompanied them shouted. She also ran forward quickly.

Katyusha knelt down and hugged her son and daughter.

The woman's stern voice echoed in the parking lot, "We're going to take the baby......"

"You can't take any of them with you," Katyusha growled, then turned to face the child, "are you all right?"

"They've got Grandma up!" Maggie said, tears welling up in her eyes, and the chestnut braids rested limply on her shoulders, which had jumped and jumped when she had come running.

"I'll talk to them." Katyusha got up and said, "You weren't hurt, were you?"

"Nope." "They, the woman and the police, said in a trembling voice, "They, the woman and the police, said they were going to take us to a place, I don't know where. ”

"I don't want to leave you, Mom!" Maggie hugged her tightly.

Katyusha comforted her daughter, "No one is allowed to take you anywhere. Be obedient, get in the car. ”

The woman in the blue suit walked over and said slowly, "Madam, I'm worried—"

Before she could finish speaking, Katyusha showed off her police ID and coat of arms.

"The kid wants to come with me." Katyusha said.

The woman looked at her police ID card and looked indifferent, "This is the procedure, you understand." It's for their good. We will figure out the truth, if everything is figured out. ”

"The kid wants to come with me."

"I'm a staff member at the Monterey County Children's Services Center." She showed her ID.

Katyusha thought to herself that maybe this was the time to negotiate, but she quickly pulled the handcuffs from the holster behind her, like one of the crab's big pincers, "Listen, I'm their mother. You know who I am, and you know who they are. Now stand back, or I will arrest you under Article 203 of the Penal Code. ”

Television reporters seemed to be blinded by the sight, and the camera turned around like a lizard noticing an unknown beetle crawling towards it.

The woman turned to face Scott, as if thinking. He glanced at the reporters, and it was clear that he had made a decision: in this case, it was better to report unfavorably than not to report. He nodded.

Katyusha smiled at the two children, put away the handcuffs, and led them towards the car, "It's okay, don't worry. This is just a big misunderstanding. She closed the door and locked it with the remote control. She rushed past the staff at the Children's Services Center. The woman looked back at her with a look of reluctance to give up. Katyusha walked in the direction of her mother, who was being stuffed into the back seat of a patrol car.