Super Trick or Treat System

He struggled, the memories of being beaten, the silver demon haunting him in the sun. But they are not seen now. Mirage Tavern, neither. Nor is it, nor is it itself.

He was alone in the barren desert, and the arid dunes stretched as far as he could see. However, there was a faint hint on the horizon that it might be a tower outside Heliopolis. But he knew that trying to find his way on foot was useless. The sea market on Mars is unreasonable.

Standing up, groping around his waist, he installed a miniature transmitter to allow him to communicate with his office. The communications department does not seem to be disturbed by those who abandon him to the desert and may die.

On the micro instrument, he called Commander Calvin, the head of the Mars Department. After a while, the answer will come.

"Commander Calvin? This is Hartford. I was taken for a drive."

There was a violent sputtering on the other end of the circuit, and then there was a hint of clarity in the voice. "You idiot, idiot! How did you get yourself into that predicament?"

"I will report if you will send a pickup truck."

"I don't know if there is a port. All we have to do is pick you up for the baby who is lost and can't find home. Where are you?"

"Somewhere in the desert. If you can find it in an hour or so, I will take it to a direction finder."

"Well, I hope the battery between the two of us is dead, and we can't find you."

Calvin's smile at Rohr broke off. Rohr knew that the commander was about to burn the tunnel and ordered the plane to pick up as soon as possible.

There is no other way but to wait for the transmitter to continue to guide the ship. It does not matter whether its power lasts. Once it has an impact on him, they can find him as long as he stays there.

He is short of water and the sun is almost unbearable. He dug a deep spot in the sand until he reached a layer where the night radiation was still cool. He sat in the battle, covering his neck, and then put on his cloak. Even if a terrible sandstorm comes, he can wait a long time in relative comfort.

He returned his thoughts to the things of the night before. He now knew that the chemist’s antidote was only partially successful. As described by other people he heard, there is no fantasy, a fascinating peaceful and lovely scene, but the impact he has seen is enough for him. The attack of the devil is a natural conflict between drugs and antidote.

However, the strange mystery of the Mirage Tavern and its mysterious "Silver Star Queen" is no closer to the solution than before. He only knows that they do exist.

But who is the legendary Alanya? Why did she play the role of seducer against her will in that terrible place? Rolle was convinced that if she were not there to oppose her will, she would at least be bound by some kind of force that overwhelmed her own true desires.

The Star House is an evil lair, full of evil, desire and violent death. But Alanya? Rohr shook his head, wondering if he was just overcome by all the fantasies of going to the House of Stars. Is Alena herself just part of the dream of peace and happiness planted by Stahaus with deadly drugs? Or is her cuteness and hidden tenderness real?

Rohr remembers the slight, almost hidden disgust she showed when she stood up in front of the hungry eyes of the customers of the Star House, and when he put the cloak under her cloak, the instinct shrank. He remembered her mad voice, in which she portrayed the dream of lovers under the green earth and blue sky.

That dream is not part of her behavior. That dream is Alanya. This is the only real thing in the whole ugly structure. He will gamble for it.

The sand rustled suddenly, causing his eyes to fly around. It is too early for the patrol ship. Then he saw the source of the sound. Two brown, dry Martians stood ten feet away, staring down at him. They have seen him, so there is no reason to obey instinct and remain silent.

"Do you have water?" he said in their native language.

"We have water, earthlings. We will help you. Come to Tumar's cave."

"I have to wait for my boat here. Can you take me water?"

"Our cave is very close. The weather is very cold and we have a lot of water."

In his opinion, he has been trying to avoid drinking water carefully. Now that he has put it at the forefront of consciousness, his heart is anxious. He had to drink, soon.

He crawled out of the hole and looked towards the index finger of the friendly Martian.

He estimated: "Only a quarter of a mile." "If I go so far, they won't miss me. Let's go."

Taciturn, the Martians followed this way and did not speak during the conversation. Their cave is invisible to the surface of untrained eyes, but when they approached, their experienced vision discovered its existence. A sand-colored slab moved aside to let them in.

Rohr descended into the cool depths under the sand and found himself in the near-dark darkness that Martians liked. This seemed to be an unusual big family. The room he entered was packed with shrinking, shrinking creatures. When Tumar introduced him to him, he did not make any comment.

After a few hours under the scorching sun, the coolness of the cave felt wonderful, but it appeared after he drank Rolle. "I have to surface. If I stay, my plane may miss me. I wish you a pleasant service."

The tour guide said: "Please stay." "We have food."

Roll thought of accepting the rejection soup of the desert lizard, which is the backbone of the Martian.

He said: "It has been a long time since I ate." "Thank you very much water. I have to wait for my boat."

They surrounded him. Their smelly bodies clung to them. They didn't seem to hear him. Their fingers touched his arm, as if touching his clothes. Worried about the alien's actions, he looked around. Their dried plum faces told him nothing.

Then suddenly he said: "Of course. We welcome your hospitality. But you must get on the boat. With our blessings. You have graced our cave."

The crowded Martian melted, allowing him to enter the ladder leading to the water. He hurried out of the smelly cave, very happy to breathe the clear air of the desert again. But when he came out of the shaft, a sudden noise made him turn his head.

A low-flying patrol aircraft quickly disappeared northward.

Rohr turned on the control device of the transmitter he had cut off in the cave. "Patrol. Hartford called. Directly behind you."

"Look, Bud. What's the idea of ​​playing hide and seek in that hole?"

Roll grinned. "Hi, short. Fortunately, you don't have to dig from me. Calvin may be really crazy."

"Maybe you thought he didn't. When you called, he was already in pain, but then there were other things that aroused his dander, and he was really about to cry. You better give him a good story."

"Maybe you think I don't," Rohr murmured.

Patrol pilot Shortie Mullins landed his ship after a while, and his usual dramatic maneuvers made sand clouds fly into the sky.

The ship only takes a few minutes to reach Heliopolis. It can hardly be seen.

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