The blogger is also opposed to seawater purification plants, as is Strickland. Novel: Strickland is in talks with a potential client -- an environmental protection organization. The group is interested in hiring him to fight a lawsuit to stop the factory from expanding. He just posted a reply in solidarity with the blogger.

Strickland is now running up the hill, the toughest part of the run. Once there, it's downhill. Sweating, my heart was pounding. He's feeling the excitement of this workout.

As he ran to the top of the mountain, something caught his eye. There was a red spot on the trail, and something was moving near the ground. What is it? He was pondering. He circled back again, stopped his stopwatch, and slowly walked through the rocks toward the crimson speck, which was somewhat incongruous in the sand and was dotted with brown and green plants.

His heart continued to pound in his chest, but now out of fear rather than physical exertion. He immediately remembered Travis. But the boy only targeted those who attacked him online. Strickland didn't say anything about him.

Don't be nervous.

Anyway, he walked around the trail. Strickland pulled the machine out of his pocket and called 911 if there was danger.

He squinted, looked down, and walked toward the clearing.

What did he see?

"." He muttered and stopped.

There were several pieces of meat piled on the ground in a patch of rose petals. Three big ugly birds—all carnivorous birds of prey, he guessed—were tearing at the flesh, violently and hungrily. There is also a bone next to it. A few crows approached cautiously, grabbing a piece and retreating.

Strickland squinted and leaned forward, and he saw something in the middle.

No!...... It is a cross stuck in the sand.

He realized that Travis was somewhere nearby. His heart jumped, scanning the bushes, the bushes, and the dunes. It is possible that he is hiding anywhere. Suddenly, it had become irrelevant that Lyndon had never posted anything about the boy. As soon as the terrifying mask left by the boy as a sign of the attack came to mind, Linden quickly ran back to the path.

He hadn't run 10 feet before he heard someone leap out of the bushes. He took the road and left.

Jon? Bolin sat on the somewhat collapsed couch in Katyushali's office. He rolled up the sleeves of his dark blue striped shirt and was making two phone calls at the same time, his eyes still fixed on Chilton's blog, which was printed. He was looking for the actual address from the network data provided by the host services system.

He clipped his Samsung phone between his ears and shoulders, jotted down the message, and shouted, "Found another one, screen name." Sexy Girl's real name is Kimberly and she lives at 128 Forest Road. ”

Katyusha recorded the situation, called the girl, and her parents, to warn her that it might be in danger, and insisted that she should not be allowed to post on the Chimera Report anymore, and told her friends not to post it either.

What the hell is going on, Chilton?

Bolin stared at the computer screen in front of him. Katyusha looked over and noticed that he was frowning.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Most of the first posts to follow the 'cross' post chain were locals, students or residents of the peninsula. And now people all over the country -- and badly, people from all over the world -- are chime in. They were doxing—and they blamed the highway patrol or the police for not being able to do anything about the accident. They also scolded the State Bureau of Investigation. ”

"Scolding us?"

"Yes. It has been reported that a State Bureau of Investigation officer went to Travis' house to inquire about him, but did not arrest him. ”

"How do they know that Hugh and I have been?"

He pointed to the computer, "Human beings are by nature. The news spread, and even people in Warsaw, Buenos Aires and New Zealand knew about it. ”

Katyusha revisited the crime scene report of the recently discovered cross, which had been found on a secluded path north of Monterey, a sparsely populated neighborhood. Largely nothing related to Travis was found at the site, except for the same traces found at the earlier site. But one finding can be useful in the end. Soil sampling showed that the soil was not found near the cross. However, it is difficult to determine where it came from.

As she reviewed the details, she wondered: Who will be the next victim?

Is Travis getting closer?

What horrific methods will he use to intimidate and murder this time? He seems to like to put people in situations where they have no way to die, as if to compensate for the long ordeal brought to him by the torture of the Internet.

"I've found another name," Boleyn said. He shouted at Katyusha.

"Thank you." Katyusha wrote it down and said with a smile.

"You're going to give me the Rookie Medal."

Boleyn tilted his head sideways, leaning over to the computer again. He whispered something again. Maybe it was a delusion on her part, but it almost sounded like he was saying, "Or invite me to dinner." But the words were swallowed before they could be spoken.

It must be an illusion, she thought.

Bolin sat up straight, "That's all I can find so far. The other people who posted the post are not in this area or their addresses can't be found. If you can't find me, let alone Travis. ”

He stretched and leaned back in his chair.

"You don't have that kind of life in your academic world, do you?" Katyusha asked.

"Of course not," he said sarcastically, "do you police often live like this?"

"Well, no, not often."

"I think that's not bad."

Her phone rang. She found out it was an internal phone from the State Bureau of Investigation.

"It's Carter."

"Boss." The young agent's usual casual attitude was gone, and he had heard this tone more than once lately, "Have you heard?"

Katyusha's heart pounded because she saw Hugh at the crime scene? Stop.

"Hey," she said, "I thought I had lost you." ”

Hearing her words, he was slightly startled and said, "Run between the two cases." But as long as there's a crime scene," he nodded toward the fluttering strap that served as a cordon,

"I have to come and see it."

"Thank you."

Jon also came. Katyusha asked the professor to come with her. She felt he could help in several ways. But in her opinion, the main reason was that she wanted him to come up with ideas, after all, Hugh was not around.

"What's going on?" She asked the officer

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