Her head drooped, and her arms. She slumped against the wall.

I want to die.

She began to inhale deeply, with her nose feeling tingling. Everything is gone. The pain was gone, along with her consciousness, the feeling of suffocation, the stinging pain in her eyes, and her tears.

Drift away. The lights dimmed.

Breathe deeply, deeply. Inhale the poison gas.

Alas, great, the gas is working!

Thank you.

The pain is getting lighter, and so is the sorrow.

A warm relief replaced the blurred consciousness, and when the darkness filled everything, the last thing she thought about was that she could finally get rid of her fear forever, and she was safe.

Katyusha stood by the cross on the side of the road, staring down at the bouquet of flowers. Suddenly, she was startled by the vibration of her phone, and now she no longer uses the music of cartoons; She turned off the bell. She glanced at the caller ID.

"It's Kevin."

"Chief, found another cross? I just heard. ”

"Yes, and today's date too."

"Oh, oops. Today's date?"

"yes, what did you find?"

"I'm at Bagel Bakery. It's strange that no one here really knows Travis. They said that he only appeared when he was at work, but this man was very introverted, did not deal with people, did not talk much, and left after work. He'd talked to the guys here about playing games online, but that's it. No one knows where he will go. By the way, his boss said he was going to fire Travis. Since the post on the blog was posted, the boss has also been threatened. Business is declining, and customers are afraid to come in. ”

"Okay, you go back to the office. I need you to call all the state-level agencies, all those that have had traffic in this area this morning. The car had no license plate or markings, presumably black. She told him what Pfister had seen, "Look at the parks, the state traffic department, the fisheries department, the environment department, anything you can think of." Investigate whether Travis has a cell phone and who the carrier is. Let's see if we can find out where he can be found. I mean to do this first. ”

They hung up the phone. Katyusha called her mother again, but no one answered. She tried to call her father's phone, and he picked up the microphone when the bell rang a second time.

"Katyusha."

"Is she okay?"

"It's ok. We're at home. But we're packing. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember the protesters outside the hospital? They found us where we were staying. They fenced it off. ”

"No!" Katyusha is on fire.

He said sarcastically: "Isn't it funny to see a dozen people holding signs shouting that you are a murderer when your neighbor goes out to work." There is a sign that is very well written: 'Death Katyusha'. You have to give them a reward. ”

"Oh, Daddy."

"Someone also put a picture of Jesus on the front door. He was crucified. I think they condemned Edie for that as well. ”

"I can help you arrange a room anonymously in the small hotel we use to house the witnesses."

"George? Hitie has arranged a room for us under a pseudonym," Stuart said, "I don't know how you feel, dear." But I think your mom would love to meet the kids. She was worried that the police had frightened them when they came to the hospital. ”

"It's a good idea. I'll take them from Martini's house to you. When do you move in?"

"In 20 minutes." He gave her the address.

"Shall I have a few words with her?"

"She's talking to Betsy on the phone, honey. You'll see the kids when you bring them in. Hitty will come over for the case. ”

They hung up. Hugh walked back from the woods. "Did you find anything?" she asked.

"A few footprints, but not much use, and a few marks, a gray fiber, like the one we found earlier, and a piece of brown paper. An oatmeal or an oat kernel or something, I think it might have been from a bagel bakery. Peter was waiting for these things. He will let us know the results of the analysis as soon as possible. "It's good for prosecuting him. But what we need at the moment is a clue as to where he's hiding. ”

And one more question: who will be the next target?

Katyusha was about to call Jonson when her cell phone rang. She smiled faintly, thinking to herself what a coincidence. The caller ID is Jon.

"Jon." She answered the phone.

After listening to his words, her smile disappeared immediately.

Katyusha got out of the Victorian Crown car parked in front of Mira's house.

Officers from the Monterey County Police Department's Crime Scene Investigation Section have arrived, along with officers from a dozen other state and town-level law enforcement departments.

There are also many journalists, almost all of whom are asking about Travis's whereabouts. Why the hell hasn't the State Bureau of Investigation or the Monterey County Police Department or the City of Monterrey Police Department or whatever? Is it so hard to find a swaggering 17-year-old middle school student dressed like the killers at Columbine High School and Virginia Tech? The middle school student with a knife and machete in his hand, performing a strange ritual of killing animals, and placing a cross on the side of the road.

He's a big fan of video games. Young people who are good at playing video games have learned a set of fighting and escape techniques.

Katyusha didn't pay attention to anyone and rushed straight over, bowing her head and burrowing through the cordon. She came to an ambulance, the one closest to the house. A nervous-looking young technician with his black hair brushed back and shiny gets out of the back door of his car. He closed the door and knocked on the side of the car a few times.

The box-shaped ambulance sped Mira, her mom and brother towards the hospital.

Katyusha walked over to Hugh and the technician, "How is she?"

"Haven't woken up yet. We put her on a portable ventilator. He shrugged, "She didn't react. We'll just have to wait and see. ”

It would be a miracle if they could save Mira.

Jonathan will be grateful for that. After receiving the news that the location of the second cross had been confirmed, the professor went berserk to find out the identity of the person who scolded Travis in the "Chimera Report". This is done by associating nicknames, or nicknames, with information from other sources, such as social networking sites. He even compared the grammar, word choice and spelling style of the posts in the "report" with comments on social networking sites and secondary school annual reports to confirm the identity of the person who posted the post. He also recruited his own students. They eventually found a dozen local names whose blogging replies scolded Travis the hardest.