Chapter 18 Chapter 1

I said hi to Garico, who had just finished speaking with a major from the police department.The major is an ordinary person, but he is our supporter, knows a thing or two about the work of the patrol team, and often helps us conceal similar situations.The body has been removed and our forensic experts have concluded their investigation of bioelectric fields and magical clues.Criminal investigators from the police station are now investigating. "He's in the 'Gaz' car," Garico nodded to me.I walked over to our field "Gaz" car and got in. The boy wrapped himself in a quilt and was drinking hot tea.He looked at me in horror.

"My name is Anton Gorodecki," I said. "You're Andre, aren't you?" The boy nodded. "You discovered the vampire?" "Me," said the boy ruefully. "I have no idea……" "Don't be sad. You did nothing wrong. No one could have predicted that a crazy vampire would dare to appear in the center of Moscow in broad daylight," I said.But I thought to myself, since the boy has a strong ability to extract bioelectric fields, we should consider possible situations in advance.But I don't want to blame the dead teacher.This incident will be written into the teaching reference book for teachers, and the relevant chapters should be printed in red font, so as to indicate that knowledge is bought at the price of blood.

"I shouldn't have yelled after all..." said the boy, putting his teacup aside.The quilt slipped off his shoulders, and there was a large bruise on his chest.The vampire is ruthless enough. "If he hadn't heard..." "Anyway, your fear and panic will still attract his attention. Be calm. The most important thing now is to catch that demon." "And let him disappear forever." The boy said firmly. "Yes. Make him disappear. Have you been studying with us long?" "three weeks." I shook my head.Yeah, very talented kid.Let's hope this incident doesn't make him give up his job on the Patrol...

"Have you learned how to extract bioelectric fields?" "No," the boy admitted.He shivered suddenly, as if recalling an unpleasant past. "Describe the characteristics of a vampire as accurately as you can." The boy hesitated for a moment, then he said: "We didn't learn it. But I tried it myself. In the fourth section of the textbook...extracting, replicating and transmitting bioelectric fields." "You taught yourself this chapter?" "yes." "Can you pass on the vampire's bioelectric field to me?" The boy thought for a while, nodded and said:

"I can try." "Come on. I'm ready to receive." I closed my eyes and let myself relax.Come on, young genius... At first it was just a little bit warm - like a hair dryer blowing air on my face from far away.Then I felt that the delivery method was very naive, even a little confusing.I went up to dock with it, grabbed it, and looked at it carefully.The boy tried his best to deliver the bioelectric field again and again.Scattered fragments gradually form a complete picture. "A little more," I said. "repeat……" The colored lines became more and more distinct, eventually forming strange patterns.The main colors are of course black and red, demons and death, which is the standard bioelectric field of vampires.The boy faithfully extracted it. In addition to the sequentially changing, extremely unstable and widely different colors, there are also some imperceptible details—subtle and unique energy patterns, which are like human fingerprints or colorful vessels. same pattern.

"Good job," I said with satisfaction. "Thanks. The image is nice." "Can you find him?" the boy asked. "Sure," I told him confidently. "You have been a great help. Don't be sad, and don't torture yourself... Your teacher was a hero, and he deserved his death." This is of course a lie.Heroes are immortal, this is one of them.When heroes encounter a vampire attack, they will not use the "magic shield" to protect themselves. They will do their best to defeat the enemy, which is the second. Although the effect of the "Grey Prayer" spell is temporary, it can delay and stop the vampire's attack after all.Then the students have time to escape, and the teacher has time to prepare and take the correct protective measures.

But the reality is quite the opposite.There is no need to explain to the boy that his first teacher was a kind, good man who wasn't quite qualified to teach.Unfortunately, combat magicians with real combat experience are rarely teachers.It is often good theorists who choose the profession of teaching. "Gariko, is it none of my business?" I asked.A strange dark emissary is hanging around Garico and the colonel.This is to be expected.The purpose of the Sun Watcher patrol team here is very clear: if possible, to smack their own people; if not, then it would be good to know about our casualties.Garico shook his head.I ignored the dark emissary and walked calmly to my car, which was parked under a "No Parking" sign.All others will use the anti-pursuit spell, but if the purpose of using this spell is to allow pedestrians on the street to see you, and to be able to park in restricted areas at will, this has a certain degree of difficulty.

Successfully extracting the bioelectric field of a vampire is a big bonus.Adult magicians experienced in such emergencies can also sometimes be overwhelmed.But the boy handled it deftly.I can't wait to rush back to the headquarters, distribute the graphic of the bioelectric field to the Lightbringers on duty, and let them all patrol the streets, looking for blood-sucking demons.A high-ranking vampire, unregistered... no, one shouldn't rely on coincidence. But he is indeed an advanced vampire! Putting aside hopeless hopes, I drove to headquarters. The inspector on duty in the city is Pavel.I quickly passed the bioelectric field diagram to him, and Pavel received the bioelectric field very cooperatively with great enthusiasm.I prefer to provide valuable and important clues to the inspectors, rather than report ordinary news: "A crazy high-ranking vampire killed two of our people near the 'Clear Water Pond' subway station... His appearance? It seems to be one of them young man..."

I walked into my office, sat down by the computer, stared at the screen for a while, and then said: "It's just ridiculous..." But I clicked "Compare" anyway.The difficulty in identifying the bioelectric field is that it cannot be checked on an automatic instrument like comparing fingerprints.Bioelectric field patterns can be transmitted from one brain to another, but not from a human brain to a computer.No such computer exists yet.One of our patrols, an elderly painter, Leopold Surikov, worked on storing bioelectric fields in a computer database.Despite his famous surname, he has been unknown in the painting circle.At the same time, he is also a weak other.But he can receive bioelectric field patterns, and then patiently and tirelessly draw unique patterns like Chinese or Japanese fine painters.The painting can then be entered into a computer archive and compared.Other inspection teams organized by other painters did the same.

Of course, this job requires a lot of patience and takes a long time.Mapping the most common bioelectric field takes two days.However, if the bioelectric field is already stored in the archive, it can be compared in an indirect way.That's exactly what I'm going to do, but why are there unregistered vampire bioelectric fields in the database? A form appeared on the screen, and I kept comparing it with the imprint stored in my memory, and clicking the mouse to fill in the form with plus or minus signs. "Are there any spinous processes?" of course not.How come there are spines in the monster's bioelectric field graph...

The registered bioelectric field data has been reduced by four-fifths.There are far fewer monsters in the database than living people.Many entries disappeared, and the graph shrunk instantly, targeting vampires. "What is the bioelectric field of the first canine tooth?" I filled in two plus signs.It should be possible to write three, because the bioelectric field of the vampire's fangs is on the verge of its limit. One question after another.I answered twenty questions, then looked at the top right corner of the form. The number "3" is flashing there. Finally got it!If there were such a small number, it was a vampire and his clan members--those vampires he himself inspired.The difference in the bioelectric field still exists, but it is very small. You only need to answer fifty questions to get an accurate answer. In fact, only three candidates have made me very satisfied. I clicked on the number "3". I almost jumped out of my chair.Kostya Shoshkin looked at me with a smile.The words "dead" are marked in bold red on the top of the relevant materials. I stare blankly at the screen for a few seconds, recalling the contents of the aluminum container Gesar showed me after returning from Samarkand last week. Then I started mumbling to myself. It dawned on me. Finally let me understand. I clicked again, and my whole body trembled again—I saw Polina, Kostya's mother.But it wasn't her picture that shocked me, I knew who she was.A red note of "Dead" also appeared on the screen! I began to scan the information on the screen, looking down from the first line: "This person was born as an ordinary person. Has no other potential. Inspired by her husband according to Section 7 of the Other Family Self-Determination Agreement... ".The expression "she refuses to eat human blood by lottery, and as a reward, she can get a quota of fresh blood every month, which is provided by the blood bank, and the blood type is type B" appeared on the screen several times.She has a relatively conservative attitude towards food, she does not hunt and hunt humans, and prefers to eat a fixed type of common blood, unlike some vampires who ask to eat "type O or type A virgin blood" after giving up hunting, saying "for type B With type AB blood my stomach can't digest and absorb", or only eat "RH negative type O children's blood". The last few lines of text said it all to me. "This individual voluntarily took his own life and died on September 12, 2003, shortly after the death of his son, Senior Vampire Konstantin Gennadievich Shoshkin (see file No. 9752150) .According to his personal request, the funeral was held in accordance with Christian customs under the auspices of Father Aristalhe, the Other of the Light Force, and he was buried on October 14, 2003." I know Father Aristarch.It was a very accidental opportunity. An Orthodox priest there cleverly combined his identity with his beliefs, and even carried out missionary activities among the dark messengers.I spoke with Father Aristarch a month ago.Why was there so little information about the suicide of Polina Shoshkina?In fact, as long as one can understand the priest's implication, the truth is obvious. The reason is very simple.I don't want to know - so I don't know. I clicked the mouse a third time, and a third file appeared. Of course "Shoshkin Gennady Ivanovich ..." I put my head in my hands and muttered to myself. fool!What a fool! According to the documents, Shoshkin Sr. was only a fourth-level vampire who "does not hunt ordinary people", "does not serve in the patrol team", and "has nothing to note".But none of that matters anymore. Edgar had never been among the ranks of high magicians.But when he looked closely, he was able to respond skillfully when he was attacked by four talismans at the same time, and only told half of the truth. And I understand this truth according to my own wishes, according to my own views and experiences. Andrei, who had direct contact with Gennady Shoshkin, did not need to blame himself at all.He took no responsibility for the deaths of his teachers and classmates. I was wrong.In front of the name "Shoshkin", I felt as if I had encountered an obstacle, and I dared not move half a step. At first I wanted to print the file.But suddenly I felt that I couldn't wait any longer, even the thirty seconds when the ink needle of the printer was ready to print. I ran out of the office and climbed the stairs upstairs. But I was turned away.Gesar was not in his room.Of course, I understand that he sometimes needs a break too, but why now?no luck... "Hello, Anton." Olga walked out of her office. "Why are you so... upset?" "Where's Gesar?" I yelled. Olga looked at me thoughtfully.Then he came up to me and pressed my lips tightly with his palm. "Boris is sleeping. He hasn't been home a single time since the day you came back from Uzbekistan. I managed to get him to bed an hour ago, with all my femininity." Olga looks beautiful.Clearly styled by a skilled hairdresser, her skin is superbly tanned and her makeup is minimal - just eyeliner and lipliner to accentuate her beautiful eyes and sex appeal lips.Her body exudes a warm, rich, seductive fragrance. She did use all the tricks of a woman. Fortunately, I know what kind of person she is.Besides, I myself used to pay great attention to appearance.I feel I have benefited a lot from her, although I can't say I still miss my past very much. "Anton, if you keep yelling and call Boria to get him back to work right away, I'll turn you into a rabbit," Olga said. "It's just that I haven't decided whether to turn you into a real rabbit or a plush toy rabbit." "Turn me into a sex shop blowup," I said. "Don't scare me, you have no such possibility." "You think so?" Olga frowned. "Yes. If you are so keen on practicing your actual combat magic, I can provide you with candidates to serve as targets." "Who?" she asked bluntly. "A high-ranking vampire. The guy who worked with Edgar. Just today he killed two of our people in the 'Clear Water Pond'." "Who is it?" Olga continued to ask. "Shoshkin." A trace of sadness flashed across Olga's face.She took my hand tenderly. "Anton, sad things happen in everyone's life, sometimes we lose friends, sometimes we lose enemies, but we still blame ourselves..." "I need psychotherapy with Gesar!" I yelled. "It's Gennady Shoshkin! The elder Shoshkin! Kostya's father!" "We checked, and he's only level four..." Olga stopped at the beginning. "Need me to explain to you how vampires can easily level up?" I asked. "From level four to the highest level... But if ten people are missing, we will definitely notice..." "So we just didn't notice!" I took her hand. "Olga, this is a one-in-a-thousand chance...Maybe he's still at home? Maybe he can be caught off guard?" "Let's go." Olga nodded. "I suppose you remember your old address?" "Just the two of us?" "I think two senior magicians from the Light Force can defeat a vampire. There are only a bunch of young guys in the office. You don't want to take a few as cannon fodder?" I stared into her eyes for a while.Her eyes sparkled with passion... What, Olga, are you tired of being in the leadership position? "Let's go," I said. "The two of us. Even though it reminds me of the beginnings of Hollywood shootouts." "What's the meaning?" "It means that we may be ambushed. Or you are the Lightbringer who helped Edgar and Gennady." "Fool." Olga was not angry.But when we came downstairs, she said sarcastically, "By the way, we even checked Sveta just to be sure." "How did it turn out?" I asked. "Not her." "It's a delight," I said. "Have you been checked?" "All high-level light emissaries must be investigated. Russia, Europe, and the United States must all be investigated. I don't know who Foma saw in the twilight world, but all high-level light emissaries have 100% alibi." There will never be a need to go back to where you once lived.As long as you don't have Alzheimer's, giggle all the time, or drool at the sight of your parents' yard spitting sand bucket, then don't go back. I looked at the door of the old house and thought, even by the usual standards, not many years have passed... I walked out of this ordinary, boring sixteen-story building eight years ago to hunt vampires .I didn't know then that I would meet Svetlana, that she would be my wife, that we would have Nadika, that I would be the High Lightbringer... But then I was already the other.I knew there were other Others living above my house—a vampire house.They are law-abiding, kind and gentle vampires, and I was able to live in harmony with them for a long time. I had never killed a vampire back then. After all, there is a first time for everything. "Let's go?" Olga asked. The painful past began to torment me again.Yegor almost became a victim of a vampire when he was younger than Andrei who successfully copied the bioelectric field.Olga and I were working together for the first time, and we walked along Yegor's footsteps... Gesar skillfully helped Olga get rid of the terrible punishment, she was imprisoned in the stuffed owl... "It looks familiar." I said. "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Olga asked absently.She has lived in this world for so long that she may have forgotten that unusual experience. "Ah! You remembered the matter of tracking Yegor? I just found out not long ago that the young man works in an acrobatic troupe, can you imagine? He is now a magician!" "Let's go." I said. Olga is really nice.She is not afraid of the shadows left by the past.On the contrary, if she felt ashamed of Yegor, she would definitely pay more attention to him. We walked into the elevator and I pressed the button for the tenth floor.We kept silent in the elevator.Olga is clearly preparing, gathering energy.I watch my fingers carefully.The elevators have been replaced over the years with "impact durable" elevators with metal siding and metal buttons.In the past, some little ruffians used to burn plastic buttons with lighters. This situation is impossible now, so the buttons are glued with chewing gum again. I wiped my finger, trying to get rid of the sticky filth made of polyvinyl acetate, various additives, and someone's saliva. Human, you make it impossible for me to say I love you. The elevator stopped.I said with some embarrassment: "This is the tenth floor. The Shoshkins live there. The Shoshkins live on the eleventh floor." "Exactly," said Olga. "Let's go up." I squinted at the house where I lived.The front door hasn't been changed...even the chains seem to be the same, just the escutcheon is brighter and newer.We climbed to the landing in the middle of the stairs, and I looked back at the door again—it opened, as if someone was waiting for us to leave.Leaning forward is a woman with disheveled hair, her puffy face and filthy gown, making it impossible to determine her real age.She looked at us fiercely and shouted at us: "Peeped in the elevator again?" The scolding came so suddenly that I couldn't help laughing.Olga pursed her lips and took a step forward.The woman hurriedly closed the door under cover, ready to slam it shut at any moment.Olga stared at the woman for a while, then whispered: "No, it's your illusion." "My delusion." The woman said slowly. "Your neighbor upstairs leaked water and flooded your house," Olga continued. "Hurry up and argue with him." The woman came to her senses, wearing a robe full of oil stains, barefoot and pulling worn slippers, leaped up to the turning platform of the stairs, and walked past us with her head held high. "Why are you doing this?" I said. "She asked for it," Olga said disgustedly. "For now, let's make some sacrifices for the cause of the light force, even if it's just once in a lifetime." I figured if there was a high-ranking vampire hiding in Shoshkin's house, it would really be the last thing this woman would do in her life.Vampires very much dislike being attacked personally. But I don't have the slightest liking for this woman. "Who did you sell the house to?" asked Olga. "Why is it a patient with psychological problems?" "Sold through an intermediary." "Since they can afford a house, it seems that they are not poor." Olga shrugged. "How can you be so careless about your appearance?" It wasn't the woman's rude behavior that seemed to annoy her but her home decor.On this issue, Olga is as serious as a paranoid. It seems that this is the aftermath of the disasters of the war years and the subsequent life of imprisonment. The woman was quickly controlled by Olga, who beat Shoshkin's door with her hands and feet, and screamed at the same time: "Open the door! Open the door, beast that drinks human blood! You flooded my house! The whole house is flooded with boiling water, idiot!" “It’s comforting to me that humans can see through things without knowing it,” Olga said. "But even if the neighbor's boiling water flooded her house, how could he become a beast drinking human blood?" The woman then went downstairs to clear the flooded and damaged belongings.Her list was so varied that I had to glance back to see if there was actually steam coming from the open door. "Czech piano, Japanese TV set, full set of Italian furniture, brown-red mink fur coat!" "And the Arabian stallion, the bay one," said Olga mockingly. "Yes, Arabian stallion! Claret!" cried the woman obediently. "Be quiet, don't move..." Olga said. "Mom!" A child's voice came from behind me. Out of my old house came a little girl, a little older than Nadya, about eight or nine years old, very pretty, but her face was full of worry and fear.Unlike her mother, the little girl was dressed like a doll—pretty dress, white golf sweater, patent leather shoes.She looked at us with fear in her eyes, but she looked at her mother with tired sympathy. "My little one!" the woman moved away from the Shoshkin's door.She walked up to her daughter for a while, and then walked back, looking at Olga in confusion. "Go home!" Olga said softly. "Your house has not been leaked. We will find your neighbor to deal with this matter. We are the staff of the housing management office. Go to the beauty salon tomorrow morning for a haircut and a manicure." The woman grabbed the little girl's hand, looked at us in horror, and then got into the house impatiently. "Are these mother and daughter? There is a world of difference..." Looking at the mother and daughter, Olga said thoughtfully. After closing the door, the woman yelled again: "Next time I dare to pee in the elevator, I will call the police." Although she softened the word "piss" a little to keep the child in the way, but for some reason it sounded particularly scary.It was as if relays were beeping in the woman's head from time to time, trying to switch her thoughts back onto the normal track. "Is she ill?" I asked Olga. "The problem is that she's normal," Olga said dejectedly. "The mind is very sound! Sneak into the Twilight Realm to see..." I searched my eyes, found my own shadow, and stepped inside. Olga appeared beside me. We looked around, and I couldn't help but blew a whistle.The entire corridor was covered with blobs of blue dirt.Moss hangs from the ceiling and railings like blue beards, and lays the floor tightly like a blue carpet. The moss around the hanging lamp forms a blue mesh ball, which is enough to inspire the designer Inspiration for them to design stylish lampshades. "The spell hit the corridor of the unit," Olga was a little surprised. "But... cowardly vampires and hysterical women..." We came to the door of the house and dialed the lock, of course it was locked.In the first layer of the twilight world, the weak others can also lock their own gates.I asked: "Do you need to dive into the depths of the Twilight Realm?" Olga didn't answer, she took a step back, and then kicked hard at the door lock.The door opened. "Effortless," Olga says with a smile. "I have long wanted to actually verify my attack power." I didn't ask who taught her this trick.Despite Olga's confidence, I wasn't sure the house was empty.We walk into the foyer (the moss is still all around).We walked out of the twilight world at the same time. I haven't been here for a long time... No one lives here.The house gave off a strong musty smell, the kind you'd only get from an unoccupied, long-closed room.No one seemed to come to breathe the air here.There should be fresh air entering the room through the vents and gaps, but it didn't.Anyway, the air here is suffocating, like the smell of leftover tea from the previous night, which is not flattering. "No smell," Olga said lightly. I see what she means.Of course there is a smell.It was damp, musty and dusty.But nothing that we were expecting and dreading smelling.It was the rotting smell of a human body whose blood had been sucked dry by a vampire.Like that time in Mytishchi, we caught Alexey Sapozhnikov in his own house, a very inconspicuous, somewhat retarded man, and because of this, for a long time he An ordinary vampire who has always been out of sight of the inspectors... "No one has lived here for about a month," I said, looking at the coat rack. There was a cotton jacket and a fur hat hanging on it...and a pair of dirty fur shoes on the floor.It has been empty for more than a month, and it must have been longer.But the owner probably didn't leave as soon as winter came.I didn't break the protective spell I'd set up in the car, but I relaxed quite a bit. "Well, let's see how he lives...how he lives." We start from the kitchen.The windows here, like those throughout the house, were heavily curtained.The blackened window screens may have once created a cozy atmosphere in the house.But the screens hadn't been washed in about two years since Paulina's death. Olga flicked the light switch on behind me, startling me.she says: "Why are you in the dark, like Scarlett and Maud... check the refrigerator." I turned on the noisy Korean refrigerator.Compared to other appliances, kitchen appliances can generally function without being attended to.And if the computer is used in the first half of the year, it will often crash.I don't know why, but it's definitely not magic, there's no magic in the mainframe. There isn't anything scary in the fridge and I don't expect to.There is a three-liter tube of black liquid that has grown white hairs. It is spoiled tomato juice, which is quite suitable for home brewing.It's bad to waste tomatoes, but let Greenpeace's "Tomato Patrol" deal with it.Two hundred-gram and five-hundred-gram glass bottles stood on a shelf in the refrigerator door.Through the twilight world, the mark of the night watchman patrol team left on the bottle can be vaguely seen.The blood comes with a license and is blood provided by a blood bank. "I didn't even finish my own share." I said. There are also small enemas, eggs, and sausages in the fridge.In the freezer was a piece of meat (beef) and dumplings (mostly stuffed with green beans).In short, they are common foods in single men's homes.But there is no way to find alcohol.All vampires can't drink alcohol as a last resort. Alcohol can destroy their weird metabolism in an instant, and it is the most powerful poison for them. After watching the kitchen, I went into the toilet.The water in the toilet was running low, and the sewer pipes emitted a foul smell.I flushed the water and walked out of the toilet. "Are you really good at picking your time?" Olga asked.I stared at her suspiciously, not understanding the meaning of her joke.A smile appeared on the great magician's face. She also hoped to find something heart-pounding, but now she also dismissed this idea. "Anytime is a good time to do this," I said. "The toilet smelled bad and I flushed it." "I see." Opening the bathroom door, I discovered the light bulb had burned out.Maybe it wasn't turned off when I left?Because I was too lazy to find a flashlight in my pocket, I gathered a little energy and lit a magic lamp above my head.I shuddered. No, nothing terrible was found.Bathtub, washbasin, slowly dripping faucet, towel, soap, toothbrush, toothpaste... "Look," I said, boosting the light. Olga came up to me and looked over my shoulder.She said thoughtfully: "Interesting." There is a line of inscriptions on the mirror.I firmly believe it was written by Gennady Shoshkin.The words are written not in blood, but in three-color toothpaste, reminiscent of the colors of the Russian flag.In large letters on the glass of the mirror it was written: “Anyone who engages in secret activities has to write inscriptions on walls or mirrors,” Olga said. "However, it should be written in blood." "This toothpaste is also suitable," I said. "Red, blue and white. Gray and blue were the customary colors of the Inquisition." "I know," said Olga thoughtfully. "You think he wrote that on purpose? Meaning vampires, inquisitors, witch doctors?" "I don't know if it's a hint or a coincidence," I said. Through the short corridor, I came to the living room.The lights in the room are already on. "It's comfortable," Olga said. "The house is not very good, but the decoration is very good." "Gennady is an architect by trade," I said. "He did all the decoration of their house by himself, and he also helped me... However, I didn't know his identity at the time. Their unit also had a good impression of him." "Of course, he doesn't drink too much." Olga said and walked into the bedroom. "He's a careful man," I continued, praising Gennady, as if we weren't here to hunt vampires, but I wanted to recommend him to furnish Olga's house. "Every time he finishes his work, he will clean up the house without leaving any rubbish." There was a retching sound behind me, and I turned around. Olga was feeling nauseous, she leaned against the door frame, turned her back to the bedroom, and threw up against the wall.After a while she looked up at me, then wiped her mouth with her hand.Then say: "He's a careful guy... yes, I get it." I don't want to see the scene that stimulates Olga at all. But I went to the bedroom door anyway.My legs started to go weak. "Wait a minute, I'm going," Olga muttered. "Ler me get through." I survey the bedroom.For a few seconds I couldn't make out what I was seeing. Olga didn't have to go away.Before I could even turn around, I vomited my lunch across the threshold into the bedroom.The interesting thing is that Russians think that saying goodbye across the threshold is a bad omen, so what happens if you vomit across the threshold?

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Notes: described in the second part of the book. ——Author's note