Super Trick or Treat System

Just like in a dream, he heard the music from the video phone, "Listen, Lee Bad Starr, I know your secret..." He inserted a wrong key into the file lock , And then open it.

No! The carriage is empty.

A burst of bitterness swept him. He pushed the car violently, turned and left the safe. He stopped halfway through his stride.

The sound reached his ears from the other side of the papyrus screen, and someone was groping for the front door latch.

Li Huai quickly passed through the three doors of the vault. He stopped before the combination and slipped a small card on the dial. The card is light blue and has the design of the Orion constellation.

Then he stood up, pulled down the papyrus screen, and squatted behind the railing. The man at the front door found the broken lock. The door opened. Excited footsteps pounced inward.

Li Biao bent down and swiftly followed the side aisle, keeping his head above the table. He glanced at the intruder. It's the president! A gray man with a thin body, an iron face and thick scarlet eyes. In front of the yawning door of the dome, Garth paused and let out a startled cry. He spun his heels and quickly opened the door.

But not before Li Huai arrived. When he saw him and made a hoarse shout, he was playing at the entrance.

Li Huai ran for a hundred yards in the street, and then threw himself into an alley. A policeman rushed towards Garth because of his cry.

Even though Li Huai squatted there, the new voice added confusion. The sirens of the Crater City Trust Foundation sounded through everyone's sight. On the far street, the sirens of the warehouse rose in a deafening tone. Li Huai could hear the windows of the buildings open throughout the passage. The emergency street lights suddenly turned on, turning the intersection into a terrifying white stage.

The alley where he squatted was a dead end. Li Huai put aside the wave of helplessness, and the wave of helplessness swept him, fighting for his actions. Unable to capture the nebula. It is not barbarism that haunts his footsteps now.

He whipped his shirt with a quick motion and threw it off of him. Furiously, he opened the suitcase and took out a short foldable rod, a ridiculously folded evening hat. He pushed the bag under his waist coat, hoping that he wouldn't find a bulge, turned the top of his hat into a yellowish brown, and then pulled the lever to a full four feet.

When all other access methods fail, the rod is an explosive detonator for the timing gate. But this is now a crutch. Waving it, Li Bai flew into the glare of the street, and then began to move in the direction leisurely.

When he reached the entrance, a small group of people gathered together, and Hamilton Garth was talking excitedly with the intellectual property officer.

"The safe door is open!" he shouted. "The second and third doors! Nebula too! I saw his card. Why don't you do something the devil?"

The person in charge of intellectual property takes notes in a small book. He said: "Calm down, Mr. Garth." "Anyone who breaks in here will not be able to escape this time. The impermeable wall is automatically closed. The entire area is cut off by a steel ring."

"But it's Nebula, I tell you, you fool!" Garth cried. "Although you are standing there like an idiot-" The trust company's president stared at Li Badi suddenly, leaning comfortably on the crutch of the increasing crowd. "Mr. Starr, I must be glad to see you. Help me. Tell me what I should do..."

Li Badi nodded quietly and walked forward. He said casually: "President of the Three Planets Transportation Company. How much money was stolen by the officer?"

Another intellectual property owner came out of the trust office. "Sir, only one carriage is open. -203."

Hamilton Garth looked confused. "It's weird," he said. "None of the series files are used. There is nothing in them."

Li smirked. "Mr. Garth, you can consider yourself a lucky person. Nebula seems to have covered things this time. Good night."

He turned and wandered in the street.

The next morning, Lee Bad Starr sat by the videophone in the room and waited for an hour, waiting for the call. On the table next to the instrument is a tray of semi-smoked cigar holders.

The bell rang. Li Bai touched the stud.

"Good morning, Nebula. We failed last night, didn't we?"

He leaned back in the chair, smiling. Although the disturbing sound of music shocked him deeply, he has now completely controlled himself. For an hour, he has been mentally preparing to say something.

He said: "Young woman, or Andromeda, when you choose to call yourself, I don't know what you are talking about. Yesterday, you established contact with my instrument and hung up the phone without revealing yourself. I’m James Starr. If you want to talk to me, I suggest you show up. Otherwise..."

"Wait!" The homosexuality left an invisible girl's voice. "Wait, don't touch that stud. We failed last night, Lee Bad Starr. But we can't fail again tonight. Everything is at stake. You see, everything. Future life on Mars. Lee Bad , What? Do you know the canal?"

"Canal?" He forgot to consider his protest. "Why it's nothing. Open them and fill them with water within a year. Everyone knows. So far, the lock has caused a little trouble for the engineers, but..."

"Li Huai, this is not a small trouble. A lot of trouble. At present, the specification requires only 112 locks and auxiliary power stations within the length of the Grand Canal. There are 780 subsidiary canals branching to the addition. Just add those numbers, the number of small canals that branch to the subsidiary canals, and the necessary freight and passenger stations, you can see what a big project this will be."

Li Badi confidently said: "It can be done."

"Yes, if engineers find new deposits, they will be part organic and part inorganic materials. They can only withstand the terrible refraction and decay of the red desert country."

Li Bai didn't know what she was driving, but what she said was true. Refraction and decay, a variety of infrared light emitted from the scarlet sand of the desert played a hob role in various construction work. Only with elasticity and hardness, it can withstand the terrible disintegration process of quicksand. The number of pixels remaining is small.

The voice continues:

"Li Huai, I can't tell you everything yet. But I can tell you. By working with me, you will try to restore the secrets lost by your father and find out who murdered him.

"At midnight tonight, you will enter the office and take the paper box on the third shelf from their vault. Good luck, Nebula."

"Globe" reporter Phil Hanley let himself into the apartment, strode straight to the bar, and drank a glass of hard liquor. Then he sat down at the table and scattered many objects in front of him.

They are a peculiar collection: a polished button that is influenced by the upper class; two paneled cards, each designed with the constellation Orion, two rather vague photographs of fingerprints and a notebook.

These findings are the result of Hanley's night activities. Still fascinated by the plan to conduct a signed interview with Nebula, he has logically reasoned that the only way to do this is to first understand the identity of the criminal.

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