Super Trick or Treat System

"I forbid!"

One is from Merlin and the other is from the king. From his home-I judged to use the torch by myself. I say:

"Stay with you. If someone moves, even the king, before I let him go, I will bomb him with thunder and blow him to death with lightning!"

The crowd sank gently into their seats, I just hope they will. After hesitating for a minute or two, during that short period of time, I have been volatile. Then he sat down and I held my breath. Because I know I have mastered this situation now. The king said:

"Be benevolent and fair in this dangerous matter, sir, don't make any more articles, lest disaster strike. According to our report, your strength will not be fully utilized before tomorrow; but-"

"I think the report may be a lie? It's a lie."

That had a huge impact; attractive hands were everywhere, and the king pleaded loudly, thinking that I might buy me at all costs, and the king suffered a disaster. The king is eager to comply. He said:

"Dear Sir, please state any conditions, even halving my kingdom; but to eliminate this disaster, don't bask in the sun!"

My property is posted. I would have picked him up in a minute, but I couldn't stop the eclipse. Things are impossible. So I asked time to consider. The king said:

"How long, ah, how long, good sir? Kind; you see, it gets darker bit by bit. How long, please?"

"Not long. Half an hour or even an hour."

There are thousands of sad protests, but I can't shorten the protest time because I don't remember how long a total solar eclipse can last. Anyway, I have been in a state of confusion and want to think. Something went wrong with this lunar eclipse, and the facts are very disturbing. If this is not what I am after, how can I tell if this is the sixth century or a dream? Dear me, if I can only prove the latter! This is a new hope. If the boy is the correct date, it must be the 20th century, it is not the 6th century. I was very excited to reach the monk's sleeve and asked him what day it was.

Hang him, he said it was twenty-one! Hearing his voice made me chill. I beg him not to make any mistakes about it. But he was sure; he knew it was 21 years old. So, the featherhead boy messed up again! The best time of day for a solar eclipse. At the beginning, I had already seen the dial nearby. Yes, I was in King Arthur's court at the time, so I might try my best.

The darkness is growing steadily, and the people are getting more and more distressed. I now say:

"Mr. Jin, I have already reflected on it. For a lesson, I will let this darkness continue and spread throughout the world overnight; but whether I wipe the sun forever or restore it, I should be with you. These conditions Yes, wisdom: You will continue to rule all kings and receive all the honors and honors that belong to the throne; but you should appoint my eternal minister and executive officer, and provide services to me, giving me one percent of the actual increase. I may succeed in generating income for the country, but it will exceed my current income. If I cannot live on this, I will not ask anyone to pick up my car. Is this satisfactory?"

There was applause, and the king's voice came from it:

"Stay away from his shackles and set him free! Salute him, high or low, rich and poor, because he has become the right hand of the king, clothed with power and authority, and his seat is on the highest step of the king. Throne! Now sweep away this creepy night and bring light and cheers again, so that the whole world can bless you."

But I said:

"An ordinary person should be humiliated in front of the world, that's nothing; but if the king sees his priest naked, he should not see him free from the shame, it would be disgraceful for the king. If I can Ask me to bring clothes again,"

The king interrupted: "They won't meet. Change clothes; dress him like a prince!"

My idea works. I want to keep things as they are until the eclipse is completely gone, otherwise they will try to get me out of the darkness again, of course I can't. The delivery of clothes was delayed, but not enough. So I had to find another excuse. I have said that if the king changes his mind and repents in some excitement, it is natural. Therefore, I will let the darkness develop gradually, and if the king stays as it is at the end of a reasonable time, then the darkness should be eliminated. The king and anyone else are not satisfied with this arrangement, but I must stick to my point of view.

As I struggled with those clumsy sixth-century clothes, it became darker and darker. Finally, when it got dark, everyone groaned in horror, feeling the cold night breeze blowing over this place, and seeing the stars come out and twinkling in the sky. In the end, this eclipse was complete, and I was very happy about it, but everyone else was in pain. This is very natural. I say:

"The king is silent, and still keeps his promise." Then I raised my hand and stood for a while, and then I solemnly said: "Let the enchantment dissolve and disappear harmlessly!"

In the deep darkness and the silence of the cemetery, there was no response for the time being. However, a minute or two later, when the silver edge of the sun pushed away, people suddenly shouted, and the whole assembly broke up, pouring down like a flood, suffocating me with blessings and gratitude. To be sure, Clarence was not the last to wash his hands.

Phil Hanley came out of the editor-in-chief's office and strode to the desk in his messy paper room. There was only one afternoon between editions, and the reporters and photocopiers of "Mars Global" were relieved temporarily. Hanley bowed his head and sat on the chair, stepped on the automatic typewriter with his feet, and took an oath. "He can't do it," he growled. "Who does he think I am? I will resign. That's what I want to do."

"No more," McPhee sneered.

"Yes, again." Hanley growled. "I meant it this time. Do you know what that clumsy idiot wants me to do? Conduct a personal interview with Nebula. As far as I know, Nebula may be a four-dimensional robot."

McPhee lit his cigarette and leaned on the table. "Did the old man really give you this job?"

Hanley nodded, his anger now becoming frustrated. He said: "I think this is a compliment. Anyone thinks that I might still have a chance." His eyes turned from the room, staring out the window, not seeing the metropolitan area of ​​Crater City.

"Nebula," he said slowly. "Every guy and person in the system is pulling their hair, trying to get ahead of him or someone. Nebula! The greatest liar ever!"

McPhee let out a puff of smoke. "He is a man, isn't he?"

Hanley deliberately put his feet on the floor and sat upright. "Listen," he said, "if you can remember your ancient history, he is Robin Hood today. Two years ago, he skimmed electronic jewelry from the atomic motor of the gambling spacecraft and broke them into two parts. Years ago, he entered the inner room of the Venus Gallery and took a photo with the greatest painting of the time, "The Lady of the Universe."

"The man is a wizard. There is no safe door and no lock mechanism to prevent him from entering. He walked in, took what he wanted, and then left before anyone knew what had happened. They found that there was only one. Dot the soft blue card constellation Orion-shaped white dots. That's why he was named Nebula."

McPhee nodded. He said: "I know, but who is he? What is his permanent address?"

Hanley didn't say a moment. He reached out from his pocket and took out a bulldog pipe and an old pipe. Golden light slowly entered his eyes. He said: "You know, I have half a try to find out."

The mercury clock on the white mantelpiece was aligned with the eight o'clock in the morning, and Lee Bad Starr sat on the bed and yawned. When the last note disappeared into silence, the door of the room opened and a white-haired man walked in, carrying a tray.

"Good morning, Mr. Starr."

"Good morning, Peters." Lee Bad said. "Have you brought paper?"

The servant nodded, supported the morning breakfast with Li Huai's raised knees, and placed the breakfast plate by the bed. "Do you want to drink orange juice or Martian melon today?" he asked.

"I believe it is orange juice." Li replied absentmindedly, then coughed to cover up the tension that suddenly entered his voice. He waited impatiently for the elderly servant to open the blinds, busy in the room.

Finally the man left, Li Huai sat upright, staring at the screaming type.

once again

The relaxed gentleman theft is proven

Is a joint crime

This circulated story is painful in condemnation. Before these columns, they had accepted every new use of Nebula as a prank on the police and angered the rich, and now they demand legal action. This time, Nebula committed murder!

The Crater City Museum was looted at night. Three priceless statues of Sal-Pal were stolen. An elderly night watchman was brutally beaten to death.

The paper continued: "Inner feelings are undeniable." "Drunk power, this abuser timidly dropped a card of his mockery. What measures will the police take?"

Lee Bad Starr leaned back, letting the soft whistle escape from his lips. The stories in the newspaper are all wrong. Because Lee Bad Starr stayed in his apartment all night. Lee Bad Starr is Nebula!

He doesn't know how long he has played this dual role. For many years, since the murder of his father Randall Starr, president of the Three Planets Cargo Line, his huge fortune has been left to his son.

Randall Starr got rid of poverty with his only legacy, brilliant mind and skilled hands. He has been involved in all aspects before setting foot in the Venus-Mars-Earth transportation business. But in all the years he was engaged in administrative activities, he always had time for two things: his hobbies, namely the manufacture and research of anti-theft materials and devices; and deciphering the ancient Martian chronicles.

It was this that finally led to his untimely ending. Lee Bad Starr knew that his father was on the verge of a great discovery, but that discovery was unknown to him.

"Wait until I finish," Randall Starr always said when asked. "One day, I will announce this news, which will shock the entire Mars."

Then one night, Lee Bad Starr woke him up in a serious car accident downstairs in the study. He rushed to the room and found his father stretched on the floor, blood flowing from the open wound on his head. The window was open, showing the attacker’s escape method. Randall Starr's filing cabinet was thrown on the floor and smashed open with some heavy instruments. The papers are scattered among wild diseases.

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