Knowing that fans came in different levels—some merely liked someone, while others were downright fanatical—Calvados compared his options and joined the largest, most active community.
—If there was any place where he could find Jiang Xia's whereabouts, it had to be here.
As expected, joining the community required passing an assessment. Calvados smiled confidently. Drawing on his many years of experience as a fan, he dug up the answers from every obscure corner of the internet and completed one tricky, bizarre question after another.
Two hours later, he finally reached the required score. He clicked the mouse and, with a snap, entered the homepage.
The next instant, a huge half-body photograph filling the entire screen popped up.
—The High School Detective wore a black suit, held a bouquet of flowers, and smiled at the camera as he reached out toward the viewer. It seemed to be an old poster. The photographer had been quite skilled, capturing the Detective's eyes with a lively yet sharp look, as though he could see the person sitting before the Computer through the screen.
Calvados critically examined that face, which women clearly liked far more than his own, clicked his tongue, and disdainfully closed it.
Then he sorted posts by publication time, wanting to see whether anyone had posted about running into Jiang Xia.
However, just as the newest post refreshed before his eyes, the entire interface suddenly went blank. Nothing was visible.
"Hm?" Calvados clicked the mouse in confusion, then tapped the keyboard. There was no response.
He tried refreshing the page. This time, something finally appeared on the screen—but it was no longer Jiang Xia's dedicated Forum. It was the homepage of The Forum itself.
"..." A bad feeling abruptly rose in Calvados. He searched for Jiang Xia again and clicked to enter...