Super Trick or Treat System

The high, sweet and fascinating sound comes from anywhere. Every atom in the solid stone wall seemed to pick it up and rebroadcast it. The molecules in the air seemed to dance with it.

At the same time, about ten feet above the ground, this face appeared again.

The lieutenant's rifle fired at it. He shoots from the blank spot. Fiery slugs roared past the walls of the large gallery, causing a harsh sound of death.

Smile to the lieutenant on his face. The lips moved. "Keep shooting, old man." His lips seemed to say.

The officer emptied the gun. In desperate fear, he threw it on the face of mockery.

The weapon passed through the face without hurting the face.

"You fool! That's a projection, not a real person!" shouted. He grabbed the officer by the shoulder, and then rotated him back to the floor. "Who are you?" He asked to face.

It smiled at him.

Li Badi suppressed the impulse. He knew what would happen next.

"I said, who are you?" Cuso called again.

An incident in the gallery turned his attention away. He turned his head and saw a soldier transporting the stolen goods from this cave to the plane, waiting to get to Asia, the plane had collapsed.

Under normal circumstances, the person will be executed immediately. However, that face smiled at him without a smile, which was unusual.

Li Huai knew what had happened, but he had forgotten the pain of his burned fingers and toes. He could feel it spreading in the waves. He didn't resist this time: he closed his eyes.

When he opened them, the torturers beat him beside him. Every Asian in the big gallery is asleep.

People crowded around him. Newcomer. He recognized everyone he met here at a glance, except that he didn't see her at first because she was busy bandaging his hands. West smiled at him with an expression somehow. But West's smile echoed.

Li Huai started to stand up and found that they had not removed the rope from his leg. In doing so, Nedra mocked him reproachfully, trying to tell him that he was injured. He said it was okay. The face he doesn't recognize is here. It does not matter.

"Did you do this?" he said to the West.

"Yes. I designed and built the equipment. In this case, other people are operating it." West has other ideas.

"Thank you." Li Bad said. "Why don't you take me away when you go-wherever you go?"

West replied: "We can't do it." "You haven't received training yet."

"Why are you back?"

"To rescue you. Kurt-" West had something to say.

"Nedra, will you stop fussing with me? I'm fine."

"But you have bad hands and feet."

"I didn't even feel them. I won't make them feel anything unless I take any action. Don't you understand. Somewhere in Asia, they are preparing to launch a super bomb. Or it is already exploding. The way ."

"I don't know." The girl said. "The big one?"

"Yes."

A pain flashed across her face, and she shook her head. "I always wondered what it would be like to live on a mudflat. I wonder if we will be oysters or eels. Or maybe crabs."

"What the **** are you talking about?" Li Bad asked.

"After the bomb exploded," the girl said.

"Then what?"

She explained: "The mind of the game will have to start again." Her behavior shows that she is explaining what she clearly understands. She seemed to wonder why he didn't understand. "Maybe we will become tortoises? This will be very interesting! One can only remember the tortoises of men back then! This is the truth. Except-"

"I don't know anything about it."

"Can't do anything with its memory except that turtle," the girl continued, as if she hadn't heard it. "It will have flippers and beaks, but it will need hands. It won't have them until they grow up on their own. A tortoise recalls being a person, knowing that if it has hands, it can rebuild human culture! "There was a confused look on her face. "I don't know how racial awareness will solve this problem." She seemed to think again. "It would be worse to be a crab. Is it?"

"Shut up!" Li Badi roared. "We are not yet sea turtles. We are still crabs. We have not yet returned to the mudflat."

"But we are on their edge," the girl insisted. "With the seesaw, we will hobble forward."

Li Huai turned to the west. "What happened to Nidra?"

"Nothing," the squirrel replied. "She has a certain degree of clairvoyance, which has attracted attention. Unfortunately, she has not had time to develop her talents in this direction."

The girl interrupted: "Maybe the tortoise doesn't want to rebuild human culture." "Maybe it doesn't want to go back to that blind alley. Maybe it will decide to enter another channel and develop into something completely different. In that case, It may not require hands."

Li Wei deliberately ignored her. He turned west. He said: "The bomb will explode."

"That's what I've always wanted to talk to you," the saki replied. "This is another reason we came back to serve you-so we can talk to you about that bomb."

"For me?" Li Badi said, startled.

"Yes, to you."

"why?"

"Because you are an intelligence colonel and have experience in these things. Also because you are none of us-a fighter."

"I-I don't understand you." Li Bad replied.

"I can take you there. But once I get there, my knowledge will fail. I regret that I don't know anything about fighting." West stretched out his hands helplessly.

"Where to send me?" Li Badi asked.

West explained: "Go to Asia. Go to the underground cave where you are going to launch the bomb." His tone said it was easy. The difficult part is that they know what to do and can do it once they are there.

"Go to Asia?" Li Badi imitated this sentence. He had a dazed impression that the whole scene was illusory, Asians hitting on the floor, crowded against the wall, newcomers crowded in the room, and soon disappeared in the green smoke. "How could you bring us to Asia?"

"How did we leave this gallery?" West responded. "How did we disappear? How did the people in the report you read got into the plane that was about to crash? Who landed Colonel Grant's space satellite? Who manipulated it? Who provided the power to stimulate movement? Who-"

"Do you know I know Grant?"

"Obviously, you have to know."

"Then can you take me to Asia?"

"You and many others of your choice will be with you!"

Walking to the sleeping lieutenant, he picked up the man's rifle and turned to the group.

Who will accompany me to Asia? he asks.

The group stepped forward as one person.

A knot formed in his throat, which he swallowed to keep it down. He knew how important this decision was to them. They have been trained in peaceful ways, and they are looking for a way to the future. Fighting means going backwards on the path leading to growth, and this is the last thing they want to do. However, if necessary, they will do so. They immediately scrambled for weapons against the sleeping Asian, and then they tried to pay tribute to him and tell him their name, saying that they would follow him at the same time.

A man saluted him. "Red Dog Jimmy Thurman," he said. The man's voice is proud.

Li Bai grabbed the man's arm. "Red Dog Jimmy Thurman? But I know you."

"Maybe you know, Sue." Thurman said of the understatement of the Old South.

"One of the newcomers appeared on your plane and saved your life!" Li Badi broke out.

"Yes Yes,."

"But you are deserted!"

"To put it another way, say I joined the right."

"How did you find this place?"

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