[Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Be a cop again.

Track Travis like Detective Jack tracks down terrorists.

Boleyn got a clue: an address from which Travis posted on his blog, pasting the painting of the mask and the brutal assassination of a woman who looked like Katyusha. This is where the boy often plays his baby game, Dimension Tracing.

He discovers the code phrase "time for action" in the gloomy hallway of Travis's computer. It refers to the Lighthouse Game Hall, a video game entertainment center located in the new district of the city.

Of course, there will be a certain danger for the boy to go to a public place. Because he's being tracked. But if he chooses his route carefully, wearing sunglasses and a hat instead of a hoodie as described in the TV report, he might be able to swagger around to some extent.

Moreover, a person who is addicted to playing online games and multiplayer role-playing games has no choice but to take risks.

Boleyn drove his Audi off the road. Go straight to where the arcade is.

He was savoring some kind of unusually high feeling. The 41-year-old professor eats on his brain, and he is such a person. He never imagined that he would lack bravery. He climbs, dives, skis. There are also risks in the intellectual world, which can affect careers, reputations, and physical and mental satisfaction. He and his colleagues used to fight to the death. At one point, he was also the victim of vicious attacks online, as Travis had suffered, although the language used in the attacks had few spelling, grammar and punctuation errors. Most recently, because he objected to the free use of copyrighted material.

He did not expect the attack to be so vicious, and he was suddenly blinded and called him a "damned capitalist" and a "framer of big business". Boleyn was particularly fond of the title "Professor of Mass Destruction".

Some colleagues don't even talk about him anymore.

Of course, the damage he endured was no match for what Katyusha and her fellow police officers endured day in and day out.

Now he was taking risks himself, he thought to himself.

Play the role of a police officer

Bolin realized that he had done Katyusha and the others a favor. He's happy about it. And happy that they recognized his contributions. Having seen police operations, heard telephone conversations, seen Katyusha's facial expressions as she documented the crime, and unconsciously touched the pistol hanging from her waist, he was eager to join.

Is there anything else, Boleyn? He asked himself self-deprecatingly. Well, so be it, maybe he wanted to make a better impression in her mind. It's ridiculous, but seeing her and Xiu Xin have a good look, he will be a little jealous, you are really like a teenager.

Still, there was something in her that set him on fire. Boleyn never made it clear what it was, really, who could tell? That's when that feeling of being in the heart happens. This kind of thing will either happen quickly or it won't come at all.

Katyusha is single, and he is also single. He's already done with Cassandra, well, it's almost over, can Katyusha go on a date with him? He believed he had received hints from her. But how much can he know? He didn't know anything about her specialty, her body language.

Besides, he's a man, a genetically memorable species.

Bolin parked his silver-gray Audi A4 near the lighthouse arcade. This place is located on a remote street in the northern slum of Tai Jungle Town. He remembered the new area, made up of small companies and smaller public buildings, sandwiched between a barracks town and a religious retreat. Today, the area is as lifeless as the commercial districts along the roads in Omaha or Seattle.

The lighthouse arcade was dimly lit, tattered, and smelly, in fact, it was stinking.

He observes this place, cut off from the real world. Most of the people who play the game are boys sitting in front of the computer terminal, staring at the screen, fiddling with the joystick and tapping on the keyboard. The walls of this arcade are high, recessed inwards, and covered with a layer of black soundproofing. The chair is very comfortable and is the kind of high-back leather style.

For a digital experience, it's all there is to offer. In addition to computers and keyboards, there are also headphones, microphones, touchpads, devices such as car steering wheels and airplane joysticks, 3D glasses, rows of power outlets, USB ports, FireWire ports, audio and video ports, and many other connection sockets that cannot be named. Some also have Wii console devices.

Bolin wrote an article about the latest trends in gaming: it mentions the full immersion pod that originated in Japan, where children can play computer games for hours on end in a dark space alone, completely isolated from the real world. It is quite logical that this phenomenon should occur in countries that are known for their "dormant". "Sleeping" has gradually become a common way of life, and most of them are boys or adult men, who have become otaku who never set foot in the house for months or years, and are accompanied only by computers.

Noise was coming from all directions: a jumble of digitally generated noises—explosions, gunshots, animal roars, weird screams, and laughter—plus a sea of muffled voices from microphones talking to players around the world. The speaker responded with a whoa-la-wah. Every now and then there will be screams or expletives coming out of the throat of the desperate play, indicating that they are dead or realize that a tactical mistake has been made.

Like arcades around the world, the Lighthouse Arcade represents the final boundary of the real world, and when you cross it, you're plunged headlong into the virtual world.

Bolin felt a vibration behind his buttocks. He glanced down at his phone. His graduate student, Owen, sent a text message that read: Stricker logged into (Dimension Tracking) 5 minutes ago!

Boleyn seemed to feel a slap in the face, and he looked around. Is Travis here? Because each game site is a compartment, he can only see one or two at a time.

Behind the desk sat a long-haired guy who turned a deaf ear to the noise around him: he was reading a science fiction novel. Bolin walked over: "I'm looking for a kid, a teenage guy.

The guy raised his eyebrows with a mocking look.

"So what?"

"He's playing Dimension Tracking. Did you register someone 5 minutes ago?"