Super Trick or Treat System

Fairchild looked at him. Kane noticed that the bushy gray beard grew into a ball, holding the man's chin and cheek, and the man's eyes were no longer sad. They seemed to be burning like his wife's. He smiled at Kane, it was a non-humorous smile, his teeth lined up tightly. "You are lucky, Kane," he said. "I set it instead of cutting it."

Kane looked at the grinning stubble. He felt shivering and the sweat all over his body became cold. I'm not Nick Kane, he thought. of course not. I am just a timid, indifferent person, with no guts or reason. I am a rubber puppet, it is me. Pull string, puppet master.

"Get up," Fairy Tong said.

"Yes," Kane murmured, smiling wildly.

He pushed up and stood swaying in the cabin of the broken ship. He looked around, his eyes suddenly fierce. "Is this twisted wreck my beautiful silver ship?" he asked loudly. "Not good!" he said, and tried to kick through a broken panel.

He felt that he was leaning forward, and he stretched out his good hand to stabilize himself. He thought deeply about this medicine, pain, my **** arm.

But he was like two people, watching each other, moving back and forth from one identity to another. Rational, irrational, laughing, crying.

He looked at the woman. She shrank near the back of the cabin. Blood spilled from the incision above the eyes along the thin lines of the face. She said: "We will never leave." Her voice is high pitch, and the pitch has not changed. "We will never leave."

"Why don't you dance for us?" Kane said, his suggestion shining brightly.

"Come on, Kane," the man said, and Kane backed away. "When I give her gems, she dances."

Kane crawled out of the cabin slowly. The chassis system was smashed, and the cabin was flush with the ground. When he got out of the boat, he seemed to walk into a piece of soda.

how long? He thought, looking at his broken arm. How long will the drug hang on his brain? This is not himself. This is a weak scarecrow, he is drunk in the thick soup.

Then the pain became his consciousness. It suddenly disappeared. He was in pain, and then only the stupid brain revolved. He turned around slowly like a walking mannequin, looking for the void of mist.

"Where am I?" he said loudly.

"About a mile from heaven," Fairy Boy said behind him, now holding a rifle on Kane's cabin frame. "Janet?" the man said to the cabin. "For one of those **** rifles. Mr. Kane will lead us to a happy ending. The gems first," he said to Kane. "Then you. I let you touch it before you die."

The woman came out of the cabin with a rifle in her hand. She pointed to Fairy Boy. "We will never leave here," she repeated in singing.

"It's not without me," Fairchild said quietly, looking at the pointed rifle. He turned to her.

The woman's face lost its pink brilliance, except where the blood was flowing, it was white.

"Let's go, Kane," Fairchild said.

"I don't know where to go," Kane said awkwardly.

"Get up," Fairchild said. "Just go forward. I don't need you to know where the temple is now. You are much closer than we planned, you know. You are just bait now, Kane. Bait for the cat. Remember the cat?"

The woman stared at the mist around them and said, "I won't experience it."

"Okay," Fairy Tong said. "Stay here, the cat who meets alone. If you still have something on your body, I will bring the gem back to you. But, oops, you will get it, did you hear it?" He faced her again. "If I were to kill seventeen cats, Kane, and even you, you would get that gem. You will get it if you are dead or alive, do you hear it?"

The woman was pale and looked disgusting, and Kane remembered her appearance the night before. This is too laborious.

"Move," the man said to Kane. "Hurry up, Mr. Kane."

Kane moved, trying to find something hateful that made him frightened by seeing the rifle in the man's hand. But there is only a kind of sluggish madness in his heart, which used to be the kind of power and nerves. It seemed that his steel had been melted by the medicine and flowed out of him.

He thought, I was like a fish, through the leaves, the fin of that fish was broken. Do cats like fish with broken fins? He wants to know. The three of them traveled in a slow silent line in the wilderness of Venus.

The sound resounded in Kane's brain like a dozen records played in a huge echo chamber. The bird pointed at their yellow beaks and screamed at his head. Birds flew up from the bushes, and their sound of fear struck huge nails on the smooth stone slab.

But there are other things in this part of the jungle. The soft, gelatinous small tubes, like a man's hand, hung from the vine tree, and when Kane passed them, they moved from the tree to his skin and began to look for the juice from his body. He swept them away again and again, and more people found him.

"There is nothing left in my veins for you." He said to one of them against his waist. "Maybe it's warm tea?"

Fairchild leaned the rifle on his back and Kane pushed away the needle.

A snake-like shiver squirmed in front of him, and the purple and black skin gleamed, as if attracted by oil. It is about four feet long and as thick as a thick rope. It stared at Kane with eyes that never closed. "Hello, friend." Kane reached out his hand. The vibrato slipped away.

He decided that this was what I really looked like, and wanted to know when the pain would subside again. I'm like a fool. I should lie on the ground and start squirming instead of walking.

When the pain came, his brain was briefly cleared of the drug veil. This time the pain lasted longer. He thought, the drugs are gradually disappearing, but I don't want to do it now. Then he thought of cats. Scary cat, scary cat...

His mind spun, and the veil fell off. I was thinking what he said to himself. Cat? Is it a cat? why? Cats are very beautiful, especially those with scrubs. They are black, just like the spots on a leopard. What makes me think of leopards? I wanted to ask the person behind me, he thought, and then stopped.

"Go on, Kane," Fairy Tong whispered. "Go on, **** you."

leopard? leopard? Kane asked himself, as he moved on, feeling the ground getting steeper and steeper.

The razor plant licked his skin until his flesh was sliced ​​into thin slices in a dozen places. The gauze on his arm became blurred like a rag. Kane agreed. If I saw a cat, I would remove the splint from my arm and hit his head with the cat's head.

The mist enveloped them like a hungry shroud, eager to cover everything on the earth with sultry moisture. Then the growth decreased slightly, and Kane saw the rocks here and there. It's easier to move. He doesn't shake his arms so much, but somewhere in his brain, an ancient knowledge tells him that this will be a painful field, and every step now is away from orange eyes and black. His face took a step closer. Sharp teeth.

Jianjian felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and every movement was an effort. The heat rose, but now there is no sweat on his face, only burning dryness. His head seemed to be floating again, he thought for a moment, it might float on the tree like a balloon.

The idea was very interesting to him, and laughter emerged deep in his heart. He grinned, feeling that his stomach was moving with it, until suddenly he froze his movements, grinned into the misty air, and stared directly at the orange eyes of a gray cat.

The laughter stopped in his mouth. He blinked. The cat did not move. Kane knew that Fairy and the woman had stopped behind him. The cat's eyes came out through the mist like fireballs. I would pet him, Kane thought extremely detached, right on his black head, and then he would walk away.

The cat was motionless.

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