Super Trick or Treat System

In this way, we lived every day for four years, until the spring of two years ago, our crime happened. Therefore, all people must live to forty. At the age of forty, they were exhausted. When they were forty years old, they were sent to the home of the homeless, where the old people lived. The old ones don’t work because the state will take care of them. They sit in the sun in summer and by the fire in winter. They don't talk very often because they are tired. The old man knew they were going to die. When the miracle happened, some people lived to forty-five years old. They were people from ancient times. The children stared at them as they passed the useless home. This is our life, just like all our brothers and brothers before us.

If we don’t sin, we won’t change everything. That is our life. And it is our curse that drives us to sin. We have always been a good scavenger, just like all our brother scavengers, except for our cursed wishes. We spend too much time watching the stars at night, too much time watching the trees and the earth. When we cleaned the courtyard of the Scholar's House, we collected glass vials, metal shards and their discarded dry bones. We want to keep these things and study them, but we have no place to hide them. So we brought them to the city of Cyprus. Then we made a discovery.

It was the last day of spring. We street sweepers work in three brigades, and we are with union 5-3992 (half brain) and international 4-8818. Now League 5-3992 is a sick young man, sometimes their mouths are white and their eyes twitch when they turn white. But International 4-8818 is different. They are a tall and strong young man, their eyes are like fireflies, because their eyes are full of laughter. We cannot watch International 4-8818, nor can we smile. For this reason, they are not welcome in the student home because it is inappropriate to smile for no reason. And they didn't like it, because they took the coal and drew pictures on the wall. These pictures made people laugh.

International 4-8818, we are friends. To say that this is an evil thing, because it is a crime, a great priority crime, to love anyone better than anyone, because we must love everyone, and everyone is our friend . Therefore, International 4-8818, we never talked about. But we know. We know that when we look into each other's eyes. When we look so speechlessly, we both know other things, strange things without words, which make us feel scared.

Therefore, on the previous spring day, League 5-3992 was convulsed on the edge of the city near the City Theater. We left them in the shade of the theater tent, and then went to complete the work with International 4-8818. Together we came to the Grand Canyon behind the theater. Except for trees and weeds, it is empty. Above the ravine is the plain, and beyond the plain is the mysterious forest. People disagree.

When we saw the iron rod in the weeds, we were collecting papers and rags blown from the theater by the wind. It is very old and rusted by a lot of rain. We tried our best but couldn't move. Therefore, we called the international number 4-8818, and then we wiped the land around the bar together. Suddenly, the ground fell in front of us, and we saw an old iron grid above a black hole.

International 4-8818 back. But we pulled the grill and it gave way. Then we saw the iron ring, like a step, down an axis into a bottomless darkness.

"We will go down," we said to International 4-8818.

They answered: "This is forbidden."

We said: "The Security Council is not aware of this loophole, so it cannot be prohibited."

They replied: “Because the Security Council is not aware of this loophole, there is no law to allow entry. And everything prohibited by law is prohibited.”

But we said: "We will still go."

They were scared, but they stood by and watched us go.

We hung on the hoop with our hands and feet. Nothing can be seen below us. Above us, the opening in the sky gets smaller and smaller, until it becomes the size of a button. But we went down anyway. Then our feet touched the ground. We rubbed our eyes because we couldn't see. Then our eyes adjusted to the darkness, but we couldn't believe what we saw.

It is impossible for anyone we know to build this place, nor would our brothers who lived before us know this person, but it was built by man. That is a great tunnel. Its walls are hard and smooth. It feels like a stone, but not a stone. There are very long and thin rails on the ground, but not iron. It feels smooth and cold like glass. We knelt down, crawled forward, and fumbled along the wire to see where it would go. However, there is an uninterrupted night ahead. Only the rails shined straight white, calling us to follow. But we cannot follow because we are lost in the puddle behind us. So we turned around, crawled back, and put our hands on the wire. But our hearts beat for no reason. Then we got it.

We suddenly knew that this place was left behind. Indeed, those times have passed, and all the miracles of those times. People hundreds of years ago knew our lost secrets. We thought: "This is a foul place. They **** people who touched things that don't mention the times." But when we crawled, the hand following the rails grasped the iron tightly, as if it would not leave the iron, as if we His hands were thirsty, begging the metal to beat in the cold.

We are back to earth. International 4-8818 looked at us and stepped back.

They said: "Equivalent to 7-2521, your face is white."

But we can't speak, we stand and watch them.

They flinched, as if they were afraid to touch us. Then they laughed, but it was not a **** smile. It was lost and pleaded. But we still cannot speak. Then they said:

"We will report our findings to the city council and both of us will be rewarded."

Then we speak. Our voice is hard, our voice has no compassion. we say:

"We will not report our findings to the City Council. We will not report to anyone."

They raised their hands because they had never heard such words.

We asked: "International 4-8818, would you like to report us to the Security Council and see that we were killed in your eyes?"

They stood up suddenly and answered, "We would rather die."

"So," we said, "keep silent. This place belongs to us. This place belongs to us, equal to 7-2521, and does not belong to anyone else on the planet. If we surrender, we will surrender too."

Then we saw that the eyes of International 4-8818 were full of tears, and they did not dare to shed tears. They whispered and their voices trembled, so that their words lost all form:

"The Council’s will is above all else, because it is the will of our brothers, which is sacred. But if you want, we will obey you. We would rather be evil to you than good to all our brothers. May The Council has mercy on both of us!"

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