Super Trick or Treat System

A character dressed more simply than my guide, but with a similar style, stood motionless near the threshold. My guide and his staff touched twice, then slid quickly, passing silently across the floor. Staring at it, I saw that it is not a living form, but a mechanical automaton. It may have disappeared for two minutes after passing through a doorless opening. The other end of the hall was half-hidden by curtains. At this time, the doorway allowed a boy about twelve years old to grow up. Its characteristics were similar to those of my tour guide. In my opinion, they are obviously sons and fathers. Seeing me, the child yelled and raised the staff led by my guide, as if threatening. His elder left it silently. Then the two talked for a while, checking me while talking. The child stroked my clothes, stroked my face curiously, making a laugh-like sound, but compared to our laughter, the laughter was softer. Now, the roof of the lobby is opened and a platform is lowered, seeming to be built on the same principle as the "lifts" used in hotels and warehouses to install from one story to another.

The stranger put himself and the child on the platform and signaled me to do the same. We climbed quickly and safely, and got off in the middle of the corridor with doorways on both sides.

Through one of these doors, I was taken to a room full of oriental style. The walls are decorated with sparse metal, metal and uncut jewelry. Cushions and sofas are plentiful; there are window holes in the chambers leading to the floor, but they are not glazed. When I passed by, I observed that these openings lead to spacious balconies and can illuminate the landscape unobstructedly. In the cage hanging from the ceiling, there are weird-shaped birds and bright feathers. They put a song at our entrance, tuned like our bullfinch. The carefully carved gold incense burner exudes a delicious aroma, which fills the air. Several automata, as I have seen, stood sluggishly and still on the wall.

But now, I began to feel the impact of the blow from the rockfall more sharply than when I first started.

I felt a dizzy sensation of fainting, accompanied by sharp, tingling pain in the head and neck. I sank in my seat and tried in vain to groan. So far, the child seems to look at me distrustfully or dislikely, kneeling beside me to support me. He held one of my hands with both hands, brought his lips close to my forehead, and breathed gently. After a while, my pain disappeared. Drowsy, heavy peace enveloped me; I fell asleep.

How long have I been in this state, I don't know, but when I woke up, I felt completely recovered. My eyes opened, looking at a group of taciturn forms, sitting in the temptation and silence of the Easterners, more or less like that stranger. The same cloak wings, the same clothing style, the same sphinx face, deep black eyes and red complexion. Most importantly, the same type of race-similar to a human race, but infinitely powerful in form and appearance-and inspire the same indescribable sense of fear. However, everyone's expressions are gentle and serene, and they are even friendly in expression. And, strangely enough, in my opinion, this calm and gentle face is the secret of fear inspired by the face.

I have warm hands on my shoulders. That's the child's. In his eyes, there is a lofty compassion and tenderness, for example, we can stare at some suffering birds or butterflies. I shrank from that touch, I shrank from that eye. My belief left a deep impression on him. He believed that if he was so happy, then the child could kill me as easily as a person, just like a bird or a butterfly. The child seemed to feel pained by my disgust, resigned and put himself by one of the windows. Others continued to talk in low voices, and through their glimpses of me, I could feel that I was the object of their conversation. A special person seemed to be urging to make some suggestions to make me have an impact on the person I met for the first time. When the child suddenly quit the job from the window, he placed himself between me and other forms, as if under protection, and quickly When speaking enthusiastically, his gesture seemed to agree with this. Instinctively or instinctively, I feel that the child I was so scared of before pleads on my behalf. He stopped another stranger from entering the room. He looks older than the others, even though he is not. His appearance is not as calm as theirs, although his characteristics are the same, but it seems to me more humane. He listened quietly to what he said, first my guide, then the other two in the group, and finally the kids. Then he turned to himself and spoke to me not with words, but with gestures and gestures. I thought I understood this completely, and I remembered it correctly. I understand that he asked me where I came from. I stretched out my arm and pointed to the path that led me from the depths of the rock. Then an idea caught me. I took out my wallet and drew a rough design of a rock ledge on its blank leaf, rope, and I held it tightly by myself. Then there is the sponge rock below, the head of a reptile, the lifeless form of my friend. I gave this primitive hieroglyph to my interrogator, and after careful inspection, the interrogator gave it to his next neighbor, and thus bypassed the entire group. The person I just met said a few words, and the child who approached to watch my painting nodded as if he understood its intention, then went back to the window, spread the wings attached to his shape, and shook They once or twice, and then send themselves into space without them. I started in amazement and hurriedly walked to the window. The child was already in the air, floating on the wings. He did not swing back and forth like a bird, but held it high above his head, seeming to support him steadily and high without any effort. His flight is as swift as an eagle. I observed that it was approaching the rock where I fell. In the bright atmosphere, the outline was faintly visible. In just a few minutes, he came back, skimming through the opening he left, dropping the rope and the grappling hook I left when I fell from the canyon to the ground. There were some low words between the appearances; a group of people touched an automaton, and the automaton began to move forward and slide out of the room. Then the last person who gestured to me stood up, raised his hand, and led me to the corridor. There, the platform I boarded on was waiting for us. We put ourselves on top and then in the hall below. My new partner still held my hand and guided me from the building to a street extending beyond it. It can be said that the buildings on both sides are separated by bright gardens, which are full of colorful vegetation. And strange flowers. Interspersed between these gardens, these gardens are separated by low walls, or walk slowly along the road, very similar to the forms I have seen. When some passers-by were observing me, they obviously visited my guide through their tone of voice, facial expressions and gestures. This was his question of himself. After a while, a group of people came around us and looked at me with interest, as if I were some rare wild animal. However, even if their curiosity was satisfied, they still maintained a serious and polite manner. After a few words from my guide, they seemed to have abandoned our path. They stepped back with firm headrests and calmly resumed their way of life. In the middle of this thoroughfare, we stopped on a building that was different from the buildings that have passed so far, because it forms the three sides of a huge court, where there are towering pyramid towers; the opening between the two sides In the space, there is a huge circular fountain with a dazzling flame. We entered the building through an open door and entered a huge hall with several groups of children. They were obviously working as if they were in a large factory. There is a huge engine running on the wall. The wheels and cylinders are similar to our own steam engines, except that it is richly decorated with precious stones and metals, and it seems to emit a light phosphorescent atmosphere. Many children do some mysterious work on this machine, and other children sit at the table. I was not allowed to wander for a long time to study the nature of their work. No young man’s voice was heard, and no young man’s face was staring at us. They are all silent like ghosts, neglected through the life forms in them.

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