She sat back, shoulders next to Boleyn's. She wondered if Travis quit, he might have left the place where he was online.

Where will he go? Hiding again?

Or is he throwing himself into the hunt in the real world again? Katyusha was lying in bed, and it was close to midnight.

The two voices were intertwined with each other, the sound of the wind blowing the trees, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks.

She felt the warmth around her, and the gentle breath, and her neck was itchy.

However, she did not feel sleepy at all as in broad daylight. There was a series of thoughts in her mind that were spinning around at a rapid pace. Sometimes thoughts come to the top and then scroll, as if they were playing a game of Wheel of Fortune. The most often chosen object is, of course, Travis. Her experience as a criminal journalist, jury counsellor and law enforcement agent for several years has led Katyusha to believe that her misdeeds can be found in her genes, such as Marvin, the cult leader and murderer she hunted down some time ago. Or it can also be learned: for example, Doe in the capital, whose murderous tendencies are acquired.

Katyusha wondered which type Travis belonged to.

He's a dangerous young man who is troubled, but he's a different kind of person, a teenager who longs to get on the right track, with fresh and refreshing skin. There is a cute girl like him. Is it inevitable that he has been born into a life full of hatred? He has an abusive father and a problematic younger brother who is stupid, withdrawn and poor-skinned. If he hadn't been bothered by these circumstances, like the other children, wouldn't he have been as angry as we are, like the morning fog?

For a long time, she had a heavy heart, and her misfortune and anger were tied in her heart.

Then she saw the avatar of Travis glaring at her and raised her sword.

I really want to learn, can you teach me something?

Die......

The warm mass beside her moved slightly. She wondered if her own slight squirming from nervousness was affecting its sleep. She tried to stay still, but as a posture expert. She knew it wasn't possible. It doesn't matter if we're asleep or awake, our bodies are moving as long as our brains are moving.

The turntable continued to spin.

Her mother, and the euthanasia case, was now at the top of the turntable. Although she asks Edie to call her when they get back to the little hotel. But she didn't fight. This made Katyusha sad, but it was also expected for her.

Then the turntable spun again. That Doe's case in the capital stopped at the top. What will be the outcome of the pardon hearing? Will it be postponed? What will be the end result? Ernie is a good man, but how good can he be?

Katyusha is not clear.

His mind then turned to Hugh. She knew he hadn't come tonight for a reason. But why didn't he call and tell him? This is abnormal.

There's another case...... Katyusha laughed at herself for eating other people's vinegar.

She occasionally tried to assume that Hugh was not married to Anne. Sketch out what it would be like for you to be with Hugh. On the one hand, life will be easy. They work together all day. Time passed in a full way, minute by minute. They talk and have a little humor from time to time. However, they can also disagree and sometimes even get angry. But she believes that the feud between them will only be a small episode in the process of sharing their lives together.

It doesn't matter what kind of situation he is.

Her thoughts continued to spin, unable to stop.

Click, click, click......

Finally, his thoughts stopped on Professor Boleyn. The soft breathing next to her turned into a soft purring.

"Alright, alright," Katyusha said, turning around, "Patch!"

The flat-haired retriever stopped purring and woke up, lifting his head off the pillow.

"Go to sleep on the floor." Katyusha ordered.

The dog stood, and seeing that there was no food or playing with a ball in exchange, jumped out of bed and walked towards his partner Dylan, leaving Katyusha alone in the bed again.

She was thinking about Boleyn. Then decide that maybe it's better not to spend too much time on him. At least not yet.

Just then, the phone next to the pistol next to the bed vibrated and interrupted her thoughts.

She immediately turned on the lights, put on her glasses, saw the caller ID, and laughed.

"It's Jon." She said.

"Katyusha," said Boleyn, "I'm sorry to call so late." ”

"It's okay, I haven't slept yet. What's wrong? Is it about Stricker?"

"No, but there's something you have to see. That blog Chimera reports. You'd better check it out now. ”

Katyusha sat in the living room in long, baggy sweatpants with two dogs next to her. All the lights were turned off, and the moonlight and the columns of street lamps shone on the pine floor, and the blue-white light was dappled and dappled. Her Glock pistol was pinned behind her back, and she tugged heavily at the baggy elastic waistband of her sweatpants.

The computer has finally finished the long software download.

"Okay"

"Take a look at some of the recent posts on the blog," he said. He gave her the web address.

She blinked in surprise, "What ......?"

Boleyn told her, "Travis has invaded the report."

"How did he do it?"

The professor laughed coldly, "He's a teenager, that's what he's capable of." ”

Katyusha shuddered as she read. Travis posted a message at the beginning of his blog on June 27. On the left is a sketch of the monster Kitzal from Dimension Tracing. Bloody lips were sewn, and mysterious numbers and words were around the hideous face. Next to it was a large, bold text, even more terrifying than the picture, half in English, half in elite language. l

"I'll keep you all in the palm of my hand! I will be victorious, and you are doomed! You're dead! Each and every one of you! Travis Sticker from Dimension Tracking"

She didn't need someone else to translate it to understand the text. There is also a picture below. A girl or woman in her twenties was lying on her back with her mouth open and screaming, one hand sticking a sword into her chest, blood spurting into the sky.

"The picture...... It's disgusting, Jon. ”

"Katyusha," he said after a pause, in a gentle tone.

"Do you see anything in this picture?"

She looked closely at the rough drawing. Katyusha gasped. The victim had brown hair with a ponytail combed back and wore a white shirt and black skirt. There was a black patch on the waistband of the hip, possibly a holster. This outfit is the same one that Katyusha wore when she met Travis yesterday