I glanced at him in general. He has gray hair. Katyusha looked helplessly at a hole in her shirt, which was all she could be. She began to stare at the ground, "It was as if something had fallen from him, and this was it." She picked it up. It's a can of spray paint.

"What can this thing do?" He found it incomprehensible.

She tucked the Glock pistol into the holster behind her waist and looked at the house in front of her, "Let's go in and have a visit, let's go and find out." ”

They returned to the vicinity of Fiona's house, and police backup arrived almost at the same time, they were the town's patrol officers, and three police cars arrived. Katyusha knew each other as an old police officer in the town and waved warmly at them. They joined her and her team.

"Are you alright? Katyusha. A policeman asked with concern when she noticed that her hair was unkempt and her clothes were torn.

"I'm fine." She told them about the attack and the hunt so far. One of the officers reported the incident on a Nokia walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

As soon as Katyusha and Hugh reached the front door of the house, they heard a woman's voice from behind the curtains: "Have you got him?" The door was then opened, and the speaker stepped out onto the porch. She was plump, wearing beach pants and looking like she hadn't slept well, a loose gray shirt with a round stain on her chest. Katyusha guessed that she was in her thirties, and noticed that her emerald green slippers were almost flattened, and she was dragged on her feet, helplessly bearing her weight.

Katyusha and Hugh recognized her based on their own recollections. The woman was Fiona, William's mother.

"Did you catch him?" She asked with concern.

"Do you know who the other party is, why are you attacking us?" Katyusha asked.

"Maybe he's not targeting you." "It's possible that he didn't even figure out who you were." He's coming for our house. They've already caught three. ”

A police officer who rushed to reinforce explained: "Recently, someone has been deliberately destroying the property of Fiona's family."

"You say it's 'him,'" Katyusha said, "do you know who he is?"

"According to my judgment, it is not a specific person, the other party should be a group of people."

"A group of people?" Hugh asked.

"They always come by surprise. Throwing bottles, bricks, and stones at houses and garages. We've been coping with it these days. She waved her hand contemptuously, presumably towards the place where the other man often made his move.

"It all happened after everyone spoke ill of William. One day, someone threw a brick into the living room window and almost hit my family. You see. She pointed to the sloping plastic shed in the courtyard, about twenty meters away, covered in red spray paint graffiti.

In between, it was scrawled in striking red paint: "Murderer!." This couldn't help but confuse Katyusha.

Katyusha handed the can of spray paint to another officer, who said they would continue their investigation. She described the boy as one of a thousand high school students in her neighborhood. They recorded brief testimony from Katyusha and Hugh and William's mother, then got into the police car and left.

"The other party is looking for my youngest son. He was innocent. He didn't do anything! They look like the damn mafia! The brick nearly hit Sammy in the head. He was frightened. Abnormal state and emotional instability. ”

Could it be that the other party is an avenging angel? Katyusha remembered. In fact, bullying is no longer just something that happens in a virtual network; It has actually moved from the web to the real world.

An eight-year-old chubby boy appeared in the living room. His reluctant smile made him seem a little muna. "What's wrong? What's going on? His voice was urgent.

"Everything is fine here, nothing is going on, Sammy, you go into your room." Fiona, the child's mother, said.

"Who are these people?" The boy looked at Katyusha and Hugh uneasily

"Go back to your room, stay inside, don't go to that pond to play."

"But I want to go to the pond now."

"Not now, someone has to accompany you, and now everyone is not available." The child's mother explained.

Reluctantly, he walked back into the house.

Hugh said, "Lady Fiona, there was a murder last night, and it was a murder that did not succeed. The victim was a person who criticized William on a Facebook thread. ”

"Oh, that garbage follower!" Fiona blurted out, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "It's all this garbage." Everyone should throw bricks and smash his car. And now everyone is united against my son. He was innocent and did nothing. Why do you think he did it? They said he had stolen a pastry chef's car and that it had created the conditions for his accident. But I later learned that the pastry chef had sold the car four years ago. They don't know much. Then Fiona thought for a moment, going from unreserved to alert, "Oh, wait, did that girl in the trunk almost drown?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'll tell you right now, that kind of thing is definitely not done by my son. I swear to God! There's no reason for them to arrest him, do they?" She looked panicked.

Katyusha thought to herself: Why is Fiona panicking? Is she also suspicious of her son?

"We just wanted to talk to him. Don't be nervous. Katyusha comforted.

Fiona suddenly became uneasy, "My husband is not at home. ”，

"As long as you're at home. It is not necessary for both parents to be present. Katyusha could see some clues: she was unwilling to take responsibility.

"But William wasn't at home either."

"Will he be back soon?"

"He's doing odd jobs, at Carrefour supermarkets, earning some pocket money. It should be almost time for a shift change. He's coming back to get his work clothes. ”

"Where is he now?"

She shrugged, "Sometimes he goes to video arcades to kill time, the kind of place that you know, young people like to go to......" She was silent for a moment, probably thinking that she shouldn't say anything.

"My husband will be back soon."

Katyusha noticed the tone in which Fiona said these words. My husband.

"Did William go out last night? Especially after 12 o'clock?"

"Nope." Fiona was quick to give an answer.