Chapter 140 Section 5

Just before Eric and Dylan were sentenced, in March 1998, the Jefferson Regional Police Department received a report from Brooke's parents, Randy and Judy Brown, about Eric's website.In addition to the words and paragraphs directly attacking Brooke Brown, Eric spent three full pages describing how to make a detonator.He gives an exhaustive breakdown of the materials used, listing products he has completed and successfully tested: We've already done Atlanta, Forbos, Pelzo and Pajo.For those of you who haven't heard of it, I'll tell you right now that they are four homemade detonators made by Rebel and Vodka.Among them, the size of Atlanta and Phoebus is 1.25 inches by 6 inches, Pelzo is slightly smaller, 1 inch by 6 inches, and Paro is even smaller, only 0.75 inches by 5 inches.Each is encased in a powdered mixture from a square, mortar shell, and firecracker, and is attached to a fuse from a 14-inch mortar.Now, our only problem is to find a "test base".

Pajo was a great success.We tested the fire on the river bed of a dry stream, and the loud noise was simply earth-shattering, shaking three mountains and shaking five mountains, making the heart beat faster and the soul go out of the body.But its big brothers haven't found a place to test their skills yet. The "vodka" in the article is the nickname of Dylan Kollebold, because Dylan loves this Russian spirit. Eric also states on his website his and Dylan's so-called "reverse actions" to harass the neighborhood: Wow, this action is really fun.First of all, there is only my dad in the house, so it is easier to get out... But the stones in my backyard made a lot of noise...

We watched some lights in the Target's house go on and off, maybe the kid heard something.But when the firecrackers were lit, he immediately turned off the lights in the bedroom.The firecrackers went off for a full 30 seconds...we guess...a long, long time.Almost every firecracker exploded, bright and loud.Everything went exactly as we had planned. Fifteen minutes later, as we started down the bike path toward the next target, the lights in the first target's bedroom came on again, but we were almost certain he hadn't spotted us.We also fired a few shots in the dark as we made our way to the second "objective".By the way, "Vodka" had his BB gun and bullets, so we loaded it up and started shooting randomly at the houses and bushes along the way.We don't really know if we did any damage to those houses though...

So, folks, I am here to reveal to you one of our great secrets.We're not punks fighting in the street, we're more of a gang, and we plan every move and execute it.Anyone who dares to provoke us, we will play a little joke around his house.Eggs, superglue, paint, firecrackers, you name it, we'll use, or have used, it all.We have many enemies in the school, therefore, we will have many actions.It's almost become our evening routine. But obviously, such small-scale "reverse actions" can hardly satisfy Eric and Dylan psychologically, and they need larger-scale revenge:

From now on, I will not give you any chance to defend yourself, unless you can earn my respect, but honestly, that is almost impossible.For those of you who know me and know that I respect you, as long as you stay out of my way, we'll be fine.And you bastards, you better hide in your own homes, because I will never let anyone go.I will be armed to the teeth, I will shoot without mercy, and I will shoot everyone!No, I'm not crazy.Crazy is just a word, a word that means nothing to me.Everyone is different.To those of you in society who commute to and from get off work at the same time day in and day out, and live the same life, I say to you: Fuck!You are dead.If you can't accept my idea, no problem, you can come to me.Then I'll kill you because... damn it, dead men can't argue!

Unfortunately, the police were either too busy, or just took all this as childish cowhide and jokes, and did not send people to follow up and conduct the most basic investigation.Later, Brooke and Eric shook hands and made peace, and the "website incident" disappeared. Three years later, in 2001, CBS said on the TV talk show "60 Minutes" that police had actually drawn up a search warrant at the time, but somehow it was never sent to the court for signature. In the twelfth grade, perhaps due to the one-year execution of the sentence outside prison, as Eric said, "At least until the end of March 1999, we must all keep our tails between our legs and behave in an orderly manner", so from the outside Look, Eric and Dylan are law-abiding, honest and obedient boys.Every day at school, they both ate at the same table in the student cafeteria, played on the same bowling team, and sat together in psychology classes, video-making classes, and writing classes.Like the rest of the senior class, they began to think about what to do after graduation.Dylan sent out applications to several colleges, and Eric enrolled in the Marine Corps.

Eric and Dylan kept their "April 20" - "Doomsday Judgment" plan under wraps.By this time, Eric had stopped poking bloody horror words on his website, but hid all of them in his diary.His classmate Jennifer Laplante later said: "I think he is the best actor I have ever seen, because I have never seen the slightest strangeness and flaws in such a long time together day and night. In my memory, he will always be that very smart and very kind, always smiling boy." In fact, as early as a year ago, Eric and Dylan were already planning this attack.After the Columbine tragedy, the police read in Eric's diary the rudiments of their plan:

April 26, 1998