I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The player Bruce mentioned, Jack Davis, is the Cavaliers' current starting quarterback.

A rather narcissistic white boy in his senior year of high school.

Bruce, seeing Leon laughing so hard he was doubled over, also said with a hint of annoyance:

"I'm just a kickoff machine now. It's so much more fun playing running back. Ah, if only you were quarterback, you would never shout those tactical signals that make my head spin. You would either pass the ball directly to me or slip through like an eel. That's what real football is all about."

Seeing that Bruce was indeed depressed, Li Ang patiently offered him a few more words of encouragement.

He was advised to cherish the opportunity to play ball now.

"Don't worry, I know. I only complain a little in front of you."

Bruce waved his hand to indicate that he understood, then asked in return:

"By the way, are you still coming to practice these days? Show your face in front of the Duke coaches more often, you'll get a chance to play eventually. Back in middle school, you could sprint 40 yards in under 4.3 seconds, that speed was terrifying..."

Bruce's tone was full of regret.

Even a normal adult would find it difficult to sprint 40 yards in under 5 seconds.

A 40-yard dash in 4.3 seconds is a feat that would make him stand out in American middle school football games.

Even in high school football, that's top-tier level.

It's worth noting that Caribbean Ford, the fastest high school player in the 2010 NFL Combine, had a 40-yard sprint time of only 4.28 seconds.

Li Ang shrugged:

"We'll see, I've really got something going on lately."

He glanced at the clock on the wall in the corridor; the first class was about to begin.

He took the textbooks out of the cupboard, locked the cupboard, and waved to Bruce:

"I have to go, Bruce. Evans, the old man who teaches AP Literature, hates being late the most."

Bruce smiled and waved:

"This is the problem for you smart people, isn't it? If you're afraid of those old guys in the AP Literature class, come find me and let's slack off together! You haven't seen Emily from the regular Literature class in the second year of high school yet, have you? Holy crap, her headlights are bigger than my head!"

Li Ang strode towards the stairs, smiled upon hearing this, and without turning his head, raised his hand high behind him and gave the middle finger.

In a Grade 11 AP English Literature class, teacher Evans is leading a discussion on "The Catcher in the Rye".

Li Ang sat by the window, overlooking the school's Westminster Field.

The artificial turf shone brightly green in the morning light, and the rugby goalposts stood tall and proud.

The venue is well-maintained, reflecting the community and alumni association's generous commitment to River Valley High School's athletic endeavors.

Li Ang's gaze swept across the field and into the distance.

In 2010, the Bronx was undergoing a period of rapid and dramatic change.

The South District, represented by slums such as the South Bronx, is characterized by its stubborn and resolute poverty.

The northern district is undergoing rapid transformation due to the influx of foreign capital, becoming increasingly middle-class and gentrified.

River Valley High School is located at the intersection of the South and North Districts.

The south side of Westminster Playground is the school's boundary, enclosed by barbed wire.

Outside the barbed wire fence, the red skull marked on the system map is in that direction.

Li Ang's second lesson was on the fundamentals of computer applications.

During the four-minute break between classes, he went back to the cabinet to put away the textbook from the previous class, and then went empty-handed to the computer classroom on the third floor of the adjacent multimedia teaching building.

Before even entering the classroom, Li Ang could smell the odor of machine cooling.

Before entering the classroom, you must first change into a pair of blue anti-static shoe covers.

The classroom floor is also a specially laid, single-layer raised anti-static floor.

There are more than twenty computers in the classroom.

Li Ang walked straight to the back and chose a machine in the corner to sit down.

This is a Dell OptiPlex 755 desktop computer.

The monitor is a slightly outdated 17-inch CRT monitor.

The thick screen bulges slightly.

Li Ang pressed the power button on the host, and the host computer immediately emitted a deep hum.

Soon, the classic Windows boot screen with blue sky, white clouds, and green grass flashed by, and then the blue desktop appeared.

The desktop icons are very simple, with only a few such as My Computer, Network Neighborhood, Spider Solitaire, and Internet Explorer.

Open your browser and go to the Google page in your bookmarks.

Li Ang recalled the coordinates of the red skull on the system map.

Search for the location at the intersection of Jerome Avenue and Eighth Avenue in the search box.

The old host emitted a slight hum as the search page gradually loaded.

The first search result was from the official website of the Metropolitan Transportation Authority (MTA).

The title is Jerome Avenue subway station.

This is the subway station!

Li Ang clicked on the title directly.

The title page displays basic information about many Jerome Avenue subway stations.

This station is located at the intersection of Jerome Avenue and Eighth Avenue in the Bronx.

The station is an elevated station, built in 1917, and is currently served by Line 4 trains.

Li Ang was stunned for a moment. Why was it an elevated station?

Didn't the system indicate that it was an underground passage?

Li Ang scrolled through the page quickly, filled with doubt.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the information I was looking for in the station layout and exits section:

The main body of the Jerome Avenue subway station is located below the elevated tracks and has a ticket mezzanine.

The main exit leads to Jerome Boulevard and Eighth Avenue via stairs.

However, on the east side of the station, there is an underground pedestrian passage connecting to Eighth Avenue, located between the elevated bridge piers.

However, due to lighting and safety maintenance issues, access to this underground passage has been restricted since 2008.

Abandoned underground pedestrian passage?

Li Ang immediately perked up. It seemed that the location where Karen was killed, as indicated by the system, was undoubtedly here!

He immediately opened a new tab and searched for the underground pedestrian passage on the east side of Jerome Avenue subway station.

Several links to local news articles appeared in the search results.

Li Ang clicked on a page from the "Voices of the Bronx" blog.

The blog post was published a month ago.

The title of the article is:

"Illegal corridor remains: Residents call for complete closure of the dangerous east side underground passage of Jerome Avenue subway station."

The article states:

Despite numerous complaints from the community, the old underpass located under the Jerome Avenue overpass remains a breeding ground for crime.

The passageway connects the Jerome Avenue subway station and the Eighth Avenue area, and its lighting system has not been repaired since it was damaged in the fall of 2008.

Residents reported observing suspected drug dealing, gatherings of homeless people, and harassment of single women in and around the passageway at night.

Police records show that there have been three robbery reports and multiple reports of disturbing the peace at the location in the past six months.

The community board has submitted formal requests to the city’s Department of Transportation and the 46th Precinct of the Police Department, demanding either a complete overhaul of the lighting and increased patrols, or the permanent closure of the passageway.

However, as of now, the municipal government has not responded to this request.

The community expressed extreme dissatisfaction with this and plans to take more drastic measures to urge the city government to take proactive action!