Super Trick or Treat System

It's my turn. What I did exactly matched what I did, and it succeeded! I had to turn around quickly lest the doctor could not see the light of victory in my crazy eyes.

He motioned to Bryce. But as he walked forward, the door opened and walked into the room. In an instant, everything was rolled up. We walked! But even in that terrible moment of despair, I remember to keep my eyes open. No trace of expression must appear, otherwise we will get lost. I saw the humor of the smile that others were using, which made me stretch. Fraser stared at us one after another. He nodded.

"Very good." He said slowly and clearly, as if talking to a child. "Your name will remain the same." We stared at him blankly, and then he nodded again. He pointed at me and said, "You forgot your name-ah! Your name is Ainsley, and it still is. You are Mr. Faure. But Bryce," he stopped. My heart hung on my chest, fear enveloped him. What happened to Bryce? What do you doubt or know? He turned to the doctor for help. He said: "You will give Inspector Bryce another injection." "The inspector has a strong mind and a smart mind. A normal injection is not enough."

In my opinion, my blood is frozen. In that terrible moment, it ran through my veins like stinging ice. Bryce! The smartest man in Scotland Yard! It was correct for Fraser. There are more brains than with me. In another half an hour, Bliss is an idiot! Because I didn't deceive myself. Can't even beat the doctor.

"You will follow me," Fraser said, turning to Fulert and me. "When Dr. Semple attends the Bryce meeting, I will provide you with nutrition." When obedient, we followed him into an adjacent room with a slight pace, gait and empty eyes. Bryce stayed behind. When we left, I didn't even believe I took a look at him. But my heart is in my boots. When will we see him again? What would he be?

It was very dark when we walked into his room, but instantly Fraser was mellow, orange light flooded the room, deep, warm light switched.

"Get out and sit down," he pointed to the deck chairs full of the room. "You can't do anything. Relax and let the light bath you. I will return to the explanation in half an hour."

We blindly imitated every vague, mechanical movement. We sat in comfortable chairs, and Fraser left us. He told us to relax, but it is impossible to do anything else. Light makes us feel at ease and makes us at ease. To some extent it gave us a deep sense of peace and complete comfort. It flows around us, warms us, and plunges us into a delicious dream state that neither wakes nor sleeps. It eliminates danger; it kills time; there is nothing but that warm and relaxed feeling of complete satisfaction and peace.

Satisfaction is permeated in Fraser's voice, "That's it!" The light fades away as we gradually move towards ourselves. "You can wear clothes," Frazier said in the same clear, tailored way. "You will come to my laboratory to find me."

Fifteen minutes later, we stood before him empty and solemn. Fraser stared at our black eyes tightly. "You will tell me," he said clearly, "what you know."

We remain silent. When we should forget everything, how can we tell him everything we know? Is this a trap? Or does our internal secret service information belong to the head of science? But before I really think about these questions, I remember that Fraser answered my questions many times before asking them. Will he become a mental reader? Best not to take risks! I made my conscious mind as blank as possible, and then stared at him. Beside me, Follett's voice is vague and uncertain.

"Is your country afraid of me?" Fraser leaned over, her smug, vain smile pursing her lips. "Does your country know that foreign powers are stronger than them? Do they feel that between economic pressure and red threats, they will be destroyed?

"Destruction?" Flett repeated all the stupid idling.

"Did you throw it away?" I asked to imitate Follett. But I immediately wondered whether we should take the right approach to make Frazier's eyes red and angry.

"Excuse me!" He was furious. "Tell me that your country knows that I will soon become the master of the world! Tell me they are afraid of me! Tell me that in the past three years, I have gradually controlled the business, gold trading! Tell me, they know that I have control The world’s economic system! Tell me, it’s not the government of the world, but know that it is on the verge of disaster! And I—I put it there! My agent spread devastating propaganda! The agent crashed you Wall Street broke your bank! Me! Me! Me! Crazy Algie Frazier!" He stopped and gasped. His face is scarlet. His eyes gleamed like red coal. Suddenly, he burst into a series of crazy laughs, high, crazy, and terrifying.

I controlled my eyes with all my strength, without expression. From my tail, I saw a smile, a vague, stupid smile that expressed sympathy for the joy. But suddenly the cheers disappeared, as if a button suddenly broke the current. He leaned over, his dark eyes swallowing our faces.

"Are they afraid of me?" It was a whisper, eagerly eagerly. "Does the world know that I am a master?"

"Master," Fowler repeated. This is not a question, but there is no clear enough answer to cause Fraser's suspicion. To my comfort, he was satisfied. Congested blood ran out of his face. His eyes lost the glare. He turned around and indulged in the laboratory for a few minutes, and walked up and down for a few minutes. Finally he returned to us.

"I changed my mind." He murmured. "follow me."

We followed him without a word, through the door and through the corridor. He walked out of the building and led us. The first ray of air at dawn stirred in the air, a beam of pure gold radiated from the horizon, and the sun would soon rise. When he walked thirty yards from the laboratory, Fraser stopped. His toes touched the spring on the platform. A trapdoor immediately yawned at our feet. I suppressed a start in time, but thrilled fear through my body. My muscles are tense. My heart beats. What should we do now? Where can the trap door that is two thousand feet above the ground lead to? Will he push us into space because we refuse to answer his questions?

"Go down," Fraser ordered.

It's the breathing space for us to hesitate. Defiance means that in the hands of such a ruthless lunatic, there must be immediate death. However, obeying the trap door to fall also means death. I took a step forward. Can we defeat him? But what if we did this? There were others beside Fraser. I don't know how many others there are, but Lee Badge is enough to make Fowler and I impossible to achieve. But we dare not even hesitate. Hesitate to think implicitly, a person who is robbed of the brain cannot think! There is no way out. Together I walked to the edge of the yawn hole.

In an instant, we were almost blinded by a rosy glare, which seemed to suddenly shoot at us from the earth so far below. This is the source of that strange afterglow! Far below us is obviously on the sandy beach of the Arabian Desert, with four gleaming red eyes emitting a rosy light converging in the center of the floating platform. I immediately understood Fraser's plan. The fluorolithite he invented is lighter than the platform, and the platform and buildings are made of fluoroferrite. Therefore, if it is not anchored in some way, it will rise immediately. So Fraser fixed it with his four magnetic beams! He told us that he can adjust the tension of the rays, so what he obviously did was to calculate the increase in the magnetic properties of the ray by fluorite.

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