Chilton held up a finger and motioned for her not to speak like a teacher, "That's a mess up." Inspector Katyusha, who are you working for? Who's your immediate boss?"

"You don't need to know."

"Well, if I give you the address of the person who posted on the car kidnapping post today, then next month you'll come back to ask for the address of a whistleblower who has been convicted of harassment by the Attorney General. Or maybe you want the address of someone who posted a comment criticizing the governor. Or one that criticizes the president. Or, what about the address of a person who said good things about al-Qaeda? You would say to me, 'Since you gave me information last time, why didn't you give it this time?'"

"There won't be a second time."

"That's what you say, but ......" as if government employees were lying,

"Does the boy know you're looking for him?"

"Yes."

"So he ran somewhere, have you ever wondered what it is? He won't attack people to expose himself again. Because the police were looking for him, he wouldn't. His voice sounded solemn.

"But, you know, Mr. Chilton, sometimes life is about giving way to each other," she went on with reason.

She stretched out her comment.

"If you could give us the address, we would be grateful for the addresses of the natives who had posted and attacked William with the most vicious words. Maybe, look, maybe we can do something to help you, if you really need any help. ”

"For example?"

She thought about Carter's suggestion again and said, "We would be happy to make a statement about your cooperation." It's a great opportunity to get the word out. ”

Chilton thought about it, but frowned again, "Not good. If I help you, it's best not to spread the word about it. ”

She rejoiced; He's negotiating. "Well, I get that. But we might do something else. ”

"Really? What's the matter?"

She thought about another suggestion from the professor and said, "Perhaps, you see, if you want to have someone in the state law enforcement that you can contact, some of the sources, all of them are high-level."

He leaned forward, his eyes shining, "Looks like you're trying to bribe me." I had expected this. It's just to expose you a little longer. Got you, Inspector Katyusha. ”

She sat back and felt like a slap in the face.

Chilton continued: "It's one thing to cater to my philanthropic ethos. This—" he waved at her, "it's unappetizing." That's *, if you ask me what words to use. That's the kind of trick I expose every day on my blog. ”

Of course, another thing he might do is treat your request as an offense to journalistic ethics. In this case, he will let you eat directly behind closed doors.

"Tammy? Foster was almost killed, and there were others who could be killed. ”

"There's nothing I can do about it. But the Chilton Report is too important to take that risk. If people think they can't post anonymously, the credibility of the entire blog suffers. ”

"I want you to think again."

The blogger's aggressive expression weakened, "Do you know who the person I met when you first arrived?"

She shook her head.

"He's Greg." He puts the name very seriously, and that's what people do when they mention people who are important to them but not to you. Chilton noticed her indifferent expression. He continued: "He's preparing to launch a new network of blogs and websites, one of the largest in the world. Among them, I am the flagship. He's going to spend millions of dollars to push the project forward. ”

Carter had explained this question to her. The mastermind behind Chilton's "We Go World" post to aggregate news feeds must be this guy named Ashton.

"That would expand the scope of the Chilton Report in a geometric progression. I can touch on the world's problems: AIDS in Africa, atrocities in Kashmir, and environmental disasters in Brazil. But if I leak the online address of the poster, the sanctity of the Chilton Report will be jeopardized. ”

Katyusha was a little uneasy, she had worked as a journalist before, and she understood this to some extent. Chilton rejected her not out of greed or selfishness, but out of a genuine and passionate desire for his readers.

But that didn't help solve her problem.

"Someone is going to die." She insisted.

"This question has come up before, Inspector Katyusha, and that's a matter of bloggers' responsibility." His tone hardened a bit, "A few years ago, I found out that a well-known writer had exposed another politician's*, and I made a special post about it. He claimed he had done it unintentionally and begged me not to report on it. I ignored him and logged out. He began to drink heavily, and his life collapsed. Is that my goal? God, no. Either there are rules or there are no rules. Why can he get away with deceiving people, but you and I can't?

"I once wrote a blog about a church deacon from the capital. He was the leader of the anti-gay movement, but as it turned out, he himself was a closet gay. I must expose this hypocrisy. He looked Katyusha in the eye, "Then this person committed suicide because of the blog I wrote. Killed himself. I think about it every day. But am I doing it right? Of course it's done right. If William did something to someone else, I would feel very sad too. But we care about more important things, Inspector Katyusha. ”

"I've been a journalist before." She said.

"You've been too?"

"Crime journalists. I am also firmly opposed to curbing freedom of expression. We're not talking about the same thing. I'm not asking you to change your post. I just want to know the name of the person who posted the post so we can protect them. ”

Chilton was silent for a moment, then said the last crucial sentence: "No one must know." We would say that it was obtained through other channels. ”

Chilton let out a knowing laugh as he walked with her towards the door, "What's the secret of the blogosphere, Inspector Katyusha?" Do you know how fast news spreads in the world these days? It travels at the speed of light. ”

Katyusha was driving on the highway. She's calling Carter.

"How's it going?" He asked with interest.

"What's the name of a phrase in William's blog? It was one of the children who put it on. What 'moral' ......"