Super Trick or Treat System

Sometimes, I know that I must seem to be a clumsy old man. They called me "Li Bad" and said with their eyes open: "Of course, because of his age, you must forgive him."

But this joke is not always on me. Seeing these arrogant young men wearing the blue and silver uniforms of the service unit, I rarely get much fun from them. Until recently, I did not serve in them.

For example, there is a young, a nice and clean young man. I believe it is the third lieutenant on board. This is one of the newest ships of the special patrol. He often visited me when I was at the base, gave me the latest news, and coaxed me as much as possible. He is polite and respectful...just condescending. The condescension of the youth.

"Sir, there is something new in the sun after all," he commented a few days ago. By the way, this is a famous saying from the earth, therefore, most of the officers and soldiers of this department have been attracted. There is something new in the sun! As the saying goes, it may be earlier than the era when humans mastered space.

"Yes?" As always, I was more comfortable, leaning back easily to listen and speak my native tongue. The universal language has its obvious advantages, but the speech of its father’s wings is considered the most straightforward. "What should we do now?"

"Space creatures!" It is important to announce, in a way that brings surprising news. "\'\', they call them. Creatures living in space-anyway, things; I don't know you can call them creatures."

"Yeah." I looked at him, looking down the mighty corridor of time. Creatures living in space. ...I am smiling with a beard. "The height of the organism may be twice the maximum height of a human? It is shaped like a crescent, with obtuse angles straightened near the tip and brought together?" Taking inspiration from memory, I said slowly. "Light red, invisible, but-"

"You heard, sir!" Klippen was disappointed in me. "My news is very old."

"Yes, I've heard of it." I nodded. "\'\', they call them, right? [403] I think this is the job of our great scientific mind?"

"Well, yes. No doubt." He began to wander around the room non-stop. He admired the laboratory staff very much, dressed in white coats, wit and solemn, and he did not like to let me express my views on these overrated gentlemen. I have always been a man of action, and being intoxicated with coils, glass vials and character patterns always shocks me, because this should not be included in a person's proper range of activities. "Well, I believe I will back down, sir; please wait a moment," continued. "Maybe you haven't heard of this news; it seems to have caused a lot of discussion among base personnel."

"What's new in the sun, isn't it?" I smiled.

"Why, yes. Sir, you will agree?" I believe this young man is a little nettle from my chuckle. No one likes outdated news.

"I will agree." I said, smiling now. "It's easier than debating this issue, and an old man doesn't want to argue with those witty young people."

"I never noticed," sir, the young Klippen was quite teasing, "sir, you are particularly against arguing. On the contrary, on the contrary. But I must keep going; we will withdraw soon, I heard, you know The daily work of the base."

I should say that he paid tribute to me carelessly, and then I saluted with the crispness of the gesture that day. When he was gone, I turned to my desk and started searching in the huge and spacious drawer, which contained the dusty, faded, faded, indescribable mementos of a thousand adventures.

I finally found what I wanted. This is not a good impression: a little metal, irregular shape, no larger than my palm, and three times the thickness. One side is smooth; the other is dyed by high temperature and sunk deep in the pit, as if immersed in acid.

Metal fragments I tossed over silently. I strongly requested this souvenir. It can only be obtained by speaking my words, and its secret will never reach the universe through me. But now... the seal of secrecy has been removed.

When I wrote this book, like an old man, writing slowly and thoughtfully, in order to bring them memories and add interest to his words, the bits and pieces on the metal filled my script with a boring breeze. . It's a bit metal, no more than my palm, maybe three times the thickness. Its shape is irregular and one side is smooth. The other side seemed to be corroded by acid.

This is not ancient metal, but one of my most precious possessions. There is no doubt that this is the only fragment of my old ship, it already exists and can be identified now.

This story is the story of the bumpy metal and the ship from which it came. In all my past memories, one of the strangest stories is that only the roads of the universe were drawn, and the suffocating adventure awaited him. He dared the unknown trail of the special patrol.

Well, the details I recall now, those monotonous and futile things just now, it used to prey, so it was a routine patrol in peace of mind, a base touched after completion. It is my first adjutant on the table, and the sharpest [404] I have ever known people who seek trouble.

"The chief expressed his praise and asked Commander Hansen to greet the audience immediately." Before I had time to take a second breath of fresh air, a brisk and casual attendant announced at the base.

I glanced at Corey next to me and blinked. That is to say, I quickly drew the eyelid of an eye. This is a special small gesture common on the earth, which may mean any of many things.

"The sound is like the wind," I commented quickly. "Better not leave me leaves until I come back."

"Yes, sir!" Keley chuckled lightly. "it's time."

I quickly went to the chief’s private office and was quickly admitted. He saluted me crisply and pointed out the main points without hesitation.

"How is your ship, Commander? Is it in good condition?"

"Prime Minister, sir."

"Is it in stock?"

"What is needed can be completed within two hours." In the service, except for official documents, earth time is almost a universal standard.

"Good!" I think the chief took a lot of documents, mainly standard charts and job reports, and then frowned thoughtfully. "Commander, I have done some work for you.

"Recently, it has been reported that two passenger ships have disappeared in space. It would not be too shocking if both were not in roughly the same position in the last report. Maybe this is just a coincidence, but there is still so much space travel. There is no doubt that the Security Council believes that measures should be taken to determine the causes of these two losses.

"As a result, all ships have been diverted to avoid areas that may cause losses. The locations of these two ships, their routes, and the last reported location are given here. There will be no formal orders; It is possible to eliminate the danger, or until you are sure that the danger no longer exists."

He slid the documents onto the table, and I picked them up.

"Yes sir!" I said. "And that's all?"

"Do you understand your order?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Very good. Good luck, Commander!"

I saluted the room, then hurriedly left the room and returned to my impatient co-pilot.

"What's the matter, sir?" he asked eagerly.

"To be honest, I can't tell. Maybe it's nothing; maybe a lot. The order was given to quickly receive all the necessary supplies in a short period of time. I assure the chief that we will be ready to ask to leave in two hours. I will meet you in the navigation room and provide you with all the information I have."

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