He glanced at another storage room in the haunted house, where there was nothing but a few random numbers and bytes. Another misleading clue.

Enter a few more things. Or not.

Bolin stretches his waist, his joints crackling. Okay, Travis, why are you interested in this place? What attracted you to it?

Do you still go there? Do you have friends working in it? Do you buy things on its shelves, in showcases, and in the aisles? Another ten minutes passed.

Still won't work.

He walks into a new place in a haunted house. He laughed in surprise. Like putting the pieces together when doing a jigsaw puzzle.

The answer to the code word "oursopera" is here.

He looked at the name of the place. I think its relationship with Travis has obviously gotten ridiculous. The professor was angry that he was trying to deduce it with digital clues. He looked at the address as he took out his phone from his waist and called Katyusha. The phone rang four times, then turned to a voicemail.

He was about to send a text message, but looked at the text again. That place was not far from where he was now, and it took no more than five minutes to walk there. He snapped his phone and closed it softly, stood up and put his jacket on.

He casually glanced at the photo taken by Katyusha and the children, with the two dogs in the middle in front of them. He walked out of her office and headed straight for the door of the State Bureau of Investigation.

Boleyn realized that he might be doing so on a very unwise move. But he still left the virtual world and entered the real world to continue his tracking.

"It's clear." Ray said back to the living room to Katyusha. She stood, and Donald and Lily sit. Katyusha held her gun, alertly patrolling out the window and Lily's room.

The couple sat on a newly bought couch with a shivering face and no smiles, the plastic packaging of the sofa had not yet been removed.

Katyusha put the pistol back. She hadn't thought the boy would be in the house, he was hiding in the side yard and running away when the police came, but Travis's experience with Dimension Tracking and his combat skills prompted her to wonder if the half-mature boy would pretend to run away and actually sneak into the house.

The door opened, and the hunky Albert stuck his head in, "No, he slipped away." He snorted and gasped, both for the reason for the chase and for the residual noxious gases from Kelly's house, "and asked the officers to search the streets." There were six or seven cars on the road. A man in a hooded undershirt was seen riding his bicycle into the alley and running towards the city. I asked this man to come over. But—" he shrugged. After saying that, the big police officer walked away and continued to carry out the arrest, and his leather boots crackled on the steps.

Katyusha, Caraño, Staple and the county police officer arrived 10 minutes earlier. While they were searching for a possible target, Katyusha suddenly had an idea. She remembered Boleyn's reasoning: he was expanding his goals! Travis included people who were merely mentioned in blogs with nice words, even though they didn't follow the posts.

Katyusha went to that site again and began browsing the blog pages.

One man's name popped up - Hawken, an old friend of Chilton's. He is mentioned in the "Home Front" section. The cross that Travis put on the windy section of Route 17 may have been aimed at Hawken.

Then they drove to the man's house. The purpose was to get Hawken and his wife out of danger and to keep his house under surveillance.

But as soon as Katyusha arrived, she saw a figure in a hood, possibly with a gun, hiding in the bushes on the side of the farm. She sent Albert and the Monterey County Police Department officer to chase the intruder. Katyusha rushed into the house after Ray to protect the Hawkens.

The couple was still shaking violently; When Caranio broke down the door with a gun held high, they thought the plainclothes police officer was the killer.

Katyusha's Motorola phone rang screeching, and she picked it up. Stampel again. "I'm in the backyard. A cross was placed on top of a piece of earth, and rose petals were scattered around it. ”

"Understood, Albert."

Lily closed her eyes and leaned her head down on her husband's shoulder.

That's four or five minutes of work, Katyusha thought. If we had been a few minutes late, the couple would have died.

"Why us?" Hawken asked, "We didn't do anything to him." We didn't post a post either. We don't even know who he is. ”

Katyusha explained that the boy was expanding the range of targets.

"You mean that any mention of it in a blog is dangerous?"

"That's pretty much it."

Within minutes, a dozen more police officers arrived, but the call made it clear that Travis was nowhere to be seen.

How far can a child run on a bicycle? Katyusha thought, very annoyed. And so he disappeared. Where did it go? Did you go to the basement of a certain house? Or an abandoned construction site?

Outside, the first press car has arrived. These cars have cauldrons-like radio receivers on them. The photographer turns the device on.

They had to add fuel to the already burning fire of panic.

More glimpses arrived at the scene, which also included several patrolmen on bicycles.

Katyusha asked Hawken, "Do you still have a house in San Diego?"

Lily replied, "It's selling, it's not sold yet."

"I want to go there."

"Well," he said, "there is no furniture in it, and the furniture is all put away." ”

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"My parents are there. Donald's children are living with them. ”

"Then go there and don't come back until we find Travis."

"I think so." Lily said.

"Go ahead," Hawken said to her, "I can't leave James." ”

"You can't help him much." Katyusha said.

"It can definitely help. I can give him moral support. This time is critical. He needs friends. ”

Katyusha continued: "I'm sure he will be grateful for your reluctance. But look at everything that just happened. The boy obviously knows where you live. It's clear that he wants to hurt you. ”

"You'll catch him in half an hour."

"We may not be able to catch him for a while, I can only think so, Mr. Hawken."

The man showed some businessman-like stubbornness, "I'm not going to leave him." As he continued, his tone was less sharp, "I'm going to make a point. He glanced at his wife and paused. My ex-wife, Sarah, died two years ago. ”