Super Trick or Treat System

Dale, thought Lee bad. The name of his savior was Dale. Li Huai didn't know who the other person in the conversation was, but he was sure that he would meet with him in due course. At the same time, when he was sure that he was safe, Li Bai did have a comfortable darkness to get involved.

There are other conversations or fragments of conversations coming and going, like the night boat passing by him in the dark. Then one day, without any warning, Li Badi's dream state changed. Beginning with the messenger talking to him, his face was close to Li Huai, so he could whisper to him what he needed to do.

"Lee bad, dear, I know you can hear me. You have a visitor today. Solomon just picked her up. Her name is Freddie Bemer. She and Sol have been friends for a long time. Sol thinks Miss Bemer may be able to repair your body faster. Although between you and me, I sometimes wonder if you are not very happy to stay there. I know you have encountered some difficulties. Do you think that leak It’s one of them. Oh, I’m sorry to report that your phone didn’t survive the fall in the fall. But I digress. Once Solomon cleans you up, I don’t mind telling you that I’m a little jealous that he wouldn’t let me stay and watch. He asked me to go in and see your tattoos. I don’t know what they all mean, but I know enough. They are protection, aren’t they? Lord, you seem to be someone who needs a lot of these. I...I should How to put this...?"

He stopped, as if looking for the correct words, or, if he already had these words, he was looking for the most diplomatic way to use them. In the end, despite the difficulty, he began to speak.

"I... I always knew that even when I was very young, I knew that I was different from other boys. When my mother died, I came to live with my uncle Sol. I just turned six years old. When the old Uncle Sun looked at me, he said, "Lord, look at the colors that fall from your body. It was really a show. From then on, I knew that I would have to live a different life from most people. I need to keep some secrets. It doesn't matter. I am good at keeping secrets. And I don’t know your life, but I just want you to know that whenever you decide to wake up, I will be happy to tell me anything you want to tell me about the world outside this old city. I look forward to the trouble that Li Bad will encounter together. I don’t know what it is, my dream has not been shown to me yet, but I know it’s a fool..."

Solomon's low voice replaced the whisper.

"are you there?"

"No," Dell answered calmly, without turning around. "Li Badi is just talking."

It was not Solomon who answered, but a new voice, Miss Bemer's voice. Her voice was heavy and harsh. Not as soft as Li Huai expected. But then, as Li Huai will soon discover, neither is the owner of the voice.

Miss Bellmer said to Dell: "If you are done as a doctor, I suggest you leave the bed and let me see the patient."

As she walked to the bed, her voice grew louder. Then Li Huai heard the spring protesting when he sat down. She didn't touch Li Wu, but when his hand moved from his face to his body, he felt her hand close.

Said nothing. Both Solomon and Dale were in awe of Miss Bellmer and could not interrupt her while examining the patient.

Finally, Miss Bemer said:

"I don't recommend this man stay longer. The physical wound heals well. But...I'm somewhere..." When she rummaged through her schoolbag, she said, "...something will make him stand up faster."

The clumsy Miss Bellmer stood up.

"Add a teaspoon to half a cup of warm water."

"What is this for?" Dell asked.

"This will bring him nightmares. He is a little comfortable in the dark. He should wake up. Trouble is coming."

"Here?" Solomon said.

"The whole world will not revolve around you and your house, Solomon. This is what your Mr. Bodhidharma said, something very bad is happening. He called me when he woke up."

"Is he in danger?" Dell asked.

"My dear, this is an understatement."

Before leaving, the provocative Miss Freddy gave Li Badie his nightmare potion. Long after his three caregivers let him fall asleep, the subtle energy released by her touch still radiated in him. However, this is now another sleep, as if Miss Bemer's tonic has subtly rearranged his thoughts.

Li Bai fell into darkness, and Miss Bemer's arrival aroused his darkness. How long he stayed there, regained his strength, recovered, he didn't know, but it would definitely take a few hours. When he finally stood up again from the getting better and better, it was the sound of rain. And it's not a small shower. The rain rushed on the window, and the noise made him suddenly remember the extent to which he needed to pee.

He opened his eyes vigorously and saw that he was in a room, only the lights from outside the street below illuminated the room. He throws off the sheets. After all the things that happened on Dupont Street, he couldn't see the traces of his clothes, it was dusty and bleeding. He noticed his naked body and saw his wounds for the first time. He looked down at them. The meat looks raw, but when he touches this place, all he feels is slight discomfort. Those who rescued him clearly knew their role as a therapist. He pulled the sheet off the bed, wrapped it loosely on his torso, and then left the ward to find a place to relax. On the wall outside his room, three candles were placed in simple white bowls.

"Hello?" he cried. "I'm sober. And naked."

Except for the sound of rain banging on the roof, Li Badi's phone calls were all silenced. He walked along the carpeted hallway and passed two more bedrooms until he finally found a bathroom. Its tiled floor was cold under his bare feet, but he didn't care. He untied the sheets, raised the toilet seat, sighed, and released the contents of his bladder.

He went to the sink and ran hot water. The pipes were bent and stuttered, and their sound echoed on the tiled walls. He spilled some water on his face and checked the pale complexion in the mirror. The noise in the pipeline is getting louder. He realized that he could feel their lament from the floor now. Then, another voice came from the rumbling and shaking of the pipe.

It sounds like someone is vomiting—here, with him. It is not difficult to track down. The sound came from the bathtub, or more precisely from its plug hole. What Li Huai saw now was that it sprinkled a cloud of dark gray water, bringing a long, tangled cloud. Black hair looks like recycled debris. stool. There is no doubt that this is the stench that human remains encountered in the dark.

Although it still has power, Li Bai is very familiar with the smell. The smell is not just annoying. It was also distracting, reminding him of the room he was standing in and the ditches he had found, where the dead were corrupt and their skins were almost bloodless.

Mai Dong's tactics twitched. There is no doubt: Li Biao wakes up in less than five minutes and is already in trouble. Dirty waters and disgusting goods hurt him. How they did it was not that he had any puzzles he wanted to solve. He snatched the temporary clothing from the edge of the bath, wrapped it in the middle again, and then tucked himself in when he walked to the door. When he came in, he had closed it, but since there was neither a key nor a bolt to ensure any further privacy, he was surprised to find that when he pulled the knob, things could not move.

This unpleasantly reminded of the doors on Dupont Street. Some of them have been seen, and some of them are wrapped in hooks and chains. All the conspiracies are closely related to his next breath. He turned the polished **** in both directions, hoping to release its technique by chance, but it was more than a faulty mechanism that prevented the door from opening. He was sealed here-he didn't know what it was.

He glanced back at the bathtub. The hairs protruding from the plug holes were found to have risen from the water surface in several places and woven together to form an undoubtedly rough head profile. Like fish caught, the irritating water rises Into it. network. Li Huai took his gaze away from the business in order to focus on opening the door. He grabbed the **** with both hands, then shook the door with the violence he deserved, coaxing the door to open.

"Turn on, you sonar!"

But there was no movement, there was no sign that the door had succumbed to his attack. He gave up the handle and tried another method: hit the door with his fist and yelled to save him. He yelled over and over again, but there was no response, only the voice in the room with him. When he knocked on the door, he looked back at the bathtub twice, stitching together the original mannequin with hair, water, and **** each time, and it was nearly complete.

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