Super Trick or Treat System

She walked along the tangent, walking carefully, studying the ground. He watched her getting smaller and smaller. She stopped suddenly and waved at him frantically. He hurried to her side.

She stood on the edge of a deep crack in the plain. It is rectangular, seemingly bored into countless depths. Li Badi felt his heart beat. A row of steps descended into the well, and a person lay prone on top of these steps.

His temple burned deeply from the left side of his face, and the blood coagulated and hardened. Li Badi knelt down and fumbled. The faint flutter moved his fingers. He took a flask from his pocket and held it to the man's lips.

He groaned, opened his eyes faintly, and then raised an elbow.

"Who are you?" Li Badi demanded.

At first, his words were difficult to understand. Then, the haze covering his eyes disappeared.

"The name is Hanley," he said weakly. "Phil Hanley. Represents the Mars globe. Hamilton Garth is there. We must stop him."

Hanley struggled with jerky sentences. "Gath blew me up with a hot air gun. I tried it once in my own apartment but I managed to get rid of him. This time he thought he did it for me. He was on the statue. In the eternal flame! Are you Nebula?"

Six hundred and thirty-nine steps lead to the bottom of the shaft. In some places, the rock collapsed very badly, and you must be very careful, otherwise a mistake would mean falling into the abyss. Strangely, there does not seem to be sand drifting across here. The air is dry and clear.

Hanley still felt unstable about his burns, and he checked the hieroglyphs on the stone wall with confused eyes.

He said: "This place must have been discovered before." "Over the years, if there are no stumbling blocks, it is impossible to stay here forever."

Linda nodded. She replied: "Of course I know its existence." "It led to underground caves, which stretch for miles. This is the cemetery of the first generation of Martians. But there are many such places below the red desert country. People have always thought They have no value."

They reached the lowest point and stood before them staring. The floor of the desert above is red, and the surface here is stone. It is a dim, uncertain floor, emitting its own light, and illuminating the underground cave with a faint illusory light. Within the scope of light, the grottoes extend in three directions. Every 20 feet or so are dotted with vast rectangular blocks, 10 to 15 feet high and 12 feet long. In a sense, this place looks like a huge apiary.

Linda said quietly: "Everyone is a tomb." "Of course, the block is just a marker. The basement is lower."

Li Badi frowned. "There is a small statue in one of the crypts, isn't it? It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

She held his arm. "We must find the right person before. We must, do you understand! He now has two of his employees here. If—if—we do find it, we will destroy them." She pressed in Li Huai’s hands. The short tube.

Like three sleepwalkers, they walked slowly among the stone blocks. Now, Li Huai realizes the proportion of tasks he set. Each block is equipped with a vault-like door in weight and size, surrounded by a bunch of weird hieroglyphs, and a series of intricate and weird dials on the surface. The blocks look exactly the same.

Above them, the ceiling was dim, and there was a hoarse cry. Every once in a while, a strange bird-like creature suddenly bent down, revealing translucent wings, sharp wings and dull faces.

"," said briefly. "The early Martians were superstitious and transported them here to protect the cemetery. They had to feed on the various mosses that grew here."

They keep going. Rows of tombs seem to emerge in endlessly. Li Badi stopped.

He said: "We don't have a place to get there quickly." "You have no idea which block this might be?"

Linda shook her head. Hanley stared at him, seeming to be fascinated by these strange flying creatures.

"You know," he said slowly, "I have read about those sarcomas. They always fly in groups of twenty, unless some atmospheric disturbance causes them to change their shape."

He is facing upwards. "Except for the block over there, they are all in a group of twenty. Above that, they seem chaotic."

Li Badi stared into his eyes and frowned thoughtfully. He walked forward to the block in question and stood there watching the muscles move.

Suddenly he turned to Linda. "Look. See if their flight patterns are always the same? Twenty of them are on there, and then they begin to coil the square with a compact mass. But when they touch a point directly above it, they will separate. The first five, then three, then two, six, one and three are always in the same order. Do you think it may be such a combination? The magnetic interference emitted by the magnetic block prevents the usual twenty times Formed and decomposed in this way?"

"Bad Li!" Her eyes lit up. "I think you know!"

He grabbed the old combination round and went all out. Slowly, it starts to rotate less than an inch each time. Li Badi hesitated.

He caught the ancient combination wheel...

He said: "If these numbers are numbers, I won't be able to read them." "I don't know where to start."

Linda studied the markings. She said: "I think that is the absolute zero symbol." "Anyway."

He started to turn the wheel and counted as he watched the sarcoma forming irregularly above. "Five, three, two, six, one, three."

He tried both times to no avail. The third time there was a hoarse cry in the intestines of the brick, and the door slowly opened. Inside, a short passage ends in another door, equipped with another series of dials.

Li Huai is a little bit satisfied here. "I should be able to crack."

He opened the suitcase, took out the earphones and put on the earphones. Linda and Hanley stared at him closely.

"Hurry up," the girl said. "I don't like it here."

The voice behind answered her.

"Mr. Starr, don't worry, give Nebula an alias. Take a moment, but make sure to open it."

They turned around. Three numbers block the passage. The leading Hamilton Gass leaned comfortably on the side wall and aimed the heat gun at him. Behind him are two pseudo-humans.

"I'm glad you can avoid the trouble of finding a place to store the statue," Garth said smoothly. "Now all you have to do is open the inner door and help us send a large number of images back to our minibus. You don’t have to worry. If you follow the order, it won’t hurt you. Don’t forget that I have a good one. The trump card. I just want to tell the world that James Starr, the president of the Three Planets Transportation Company, is a desirable liar, Nebula."

Lee Bad, Linda and Hanley looked at each other.

"Come on," Garth said. "This place oppresses me like you. Start working."

Li Badi silently readjusted the headset and began to move the dial. Five minutes passed. Then he stood up, held the handle, and pulled the door open.

The interior is black, but the click of the flashlight shows-every line of the image. There are hundreds here, and there must be hundreds more in the lower basement.

Then Li Huai remembered the metal pipe Linda gave him when he first entered the basement. He pulled out the test tube, and then threw the test tube in front of him in a quick motion.

No! The grave remained silent.

"What did you throw?" asked Garth. "Answer, **** it!"

Li Badi shrugged. He said: "That's a tube of Settle-54." "I think you know what this means, Mr. Garth. Double explosive explosive. If it didn't explode on the first impact, then the smallest jar , The smallest sound will be discharged."

'S face was angry. "You **** cross the road-!"

He threw the heat gun to one of the two dummies and then jumped into the vault. The meaning of Li's bad words reached him half of the time. Jin Jili (Taking one step at a time, he starts to work towards the metal tube lit by the flashlight.

Now he is standing directly on it. He stretched out his hand and held the tube tightly with his fingers. Under the most meticulous care, he lifted it up and began to walk the show back to the vault door.

But when Li Badi approached the threshold, he let out a panic sound and swept Linda protectively into his arms.

"What's wrong?" Garth asked.

"-Fire. Blue flame. It starts with -. It will go out."

Garth opened his eyes wide in fear. He looked down at the tube in his hand, then swung it suddenly and threw it into the vault from the open door.

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