Super Trick or Treat System

So far, he hasn't had any explanation for his existence in the desert, it's just that he was taken there to die. However, if this is the case, he wants to know why he was not killed in the starry sky room. Does this mean that the leader behind the doping ring knows his identity and is afraid of murdering a man? He is not sure. He couldn't look directly at this question, because Alanya's golden voice and golden hair filled his senses. Her connection with this evil and murder made him feel extremely sad.

The office's gleaming tallest spire in Heliopolis overlooks the city of Chrome. Whenever looking down at the magnificent view of the city from that high tower, it reminded him of the rotten fruit.

Because Heliopolis sucks. Hierarchical vices and corruption are everywhere. The Star House is the most vicious. However, since its location is known, it will not last long. The only thing that confuses is that it has never been noticed before. He believes that every dive on the seven planets has been included in the document, but it has not been listed until now.

He landed on the roof and quickly went to Commander Calvin's office. Short Mullins made no mistake about Calvin's angry state.

He greeted Rohr. "My other two-pipe idiot returned safely in the house. I wonder why some people can't get lost forever. Then maybe I can give me a good crew member."

Rohr knew he had to let the commander keep going until his momentum weakened.

"Isolate! Children have lost what they play. From all stars and asteroids, the SBI seems to attract at least a pair of brain services."

"Of course, except yourself," Rohr said.

"Of course," Calvin said sharply. "What are you doing here? Write it as a written report. I don't have time to listen to your dictation. Ignorance, stupid **** makes them call themselves operators and cannot hang on anything."

"What is missing?" asked softly.

"Oh, no! Nothing is lost-nothing. It's just that the idiot let his antidote capsule stolen, and he swears that he doesn't know where to pinch it. Oh, why don't you use your head??" Officer Calvin completed the task weakly.

Rolle said: "Perhaps this theft explains part of the incident related to my own troubles."

"Put your worries into the report and file!"

"Maybe you want to know that they started in the Starry Sky Room. I have already sat at a table with the Queen of Silver Star."

Calvin opened his mouth and clamped it tightly. "So they even got you," he murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"My child, your rational thinking certainly knows, and are just myths of mythical thinking. They don't exist in reality."

"It's on the 800th block of the street."

"Where is your antidote?" Calvin shouted suddenly.

"I ate it."

"What are you?"

"I told you I was here. I discovered the drug and how it was used. I tried to understand the poison to fight it. It was only partially successful."

"Partly-a broad term."

"I have something else. The sample of that fell into my hands."

Calvin ignored his gaze. "If you tell the truth,"

Roll fumbled in his secret pocket where the sphere was hidden. His fingers roamed up and down. The particles are not there.

In the sudden anxiety, he took out a knife and methodically tore his jacket to pieces. It's gone.

In the following hours, his thoughts went back to the past. When he woke up in the desert, he already felt the sphere. At the same time, he cannot lose it. Nothing can get out of that secret pocket. unless-

When he thought of the Martian, he sat down weakly. He remembered them crowding in the dark cave, their strange behavior and the instability of their fingers touching him.

The withered Martian in the desert stole it. They somehow knew he had it and were ordered to get it. But how and by whom?

Level 3

"You swear you can't explain the antidote?" Commander Calvin said. Now, his seriousness has surpassed his anger. "If that thing enters the paint ring, they know we have a paint ring, and we will never catch up with them. It is likely that they don't have a Markham ring."

"I mean it, Chief," Rohr said. "I found it last night. I took the poison and took a certain dose of the drug. It eventually killed me, but I knew the antidote would help a lot. Why I was left in the desert, I don’t know." But now Just follow me and I will show you where. Why shouldn't it be called the Phantom Tavern, I don't know. It is on the street. "

"You have always been a good operator, Rohr," Calvin said. "But I can’t believe what you’re talking about. Every dive I know. Not there, but in order to show you that I trust you and want to believe this absurd story, I will go with you now to see what you want to give What am I looking at."

They left the chrome and glass tower and entered the core, deep into the rotten core centered on the street. Drug-prohibited smoke drifted into the street from behind the shutters and windows. Even in the afternoon, loud, drunken laughter and harsh sounds were still coming out. Roll knew that twelve murderers must have passed by during the walk from the monorail station to the 800 block.

This dirty street looks the same as the previous night, except that the light during the day is not as bright as the divers and houses, and the Wagner bulbs illuminated at night are not as bright.

There are Charlie Café and Minna Bar. The next one is-no, it must be the next one.

The roar stopped. Next to the bar is a dilapidated warehouse, which was a relic of a commercial street at that time. Jinx House is the next dive.

Luhr swears softly. "It was here last night. I swear, Chief, now there is nothing but the old warehouse."

Calvin said: "I have lived there for thirty years."

"Yes, I know now, but it seemed that the Starry Sky House was there last night. It has always been there. I don’t understand. The Starry Sky House is here-I can’t move the Dean since last time. It was last night, no Didn’t I report it yesterday?"

Commander Calvin nodded. "I'm afraid I know exactly what happened, boy. You are on the street and it's okay. But somehow, they slipped the medicine and stole the poison before you had time to use it. Then they found out that you were a Man, they didn’t dare to kill you, so they threw you in the desert. All the stories about the starry sky house and the beautiful, wonderful silver star queen are exactly the same as the stories you yourself heard from a thousand stars. Just by Caused by drugs."

For a moment, Rohr felt as if he was shaking. What if Commander Calvin is correct, and all this is just the result of actual use? He tried to think back to the past to go back to the events before he entered the starry sky house. But he remembered nothing, except that he walked straight from his hotel room to see what might be a business. It happened to appear where the warehouse is now. He will pay his life and reputation for this.

He suddenly turned to Calvin. "I know how I can prove it! The cloak I left in your office. Alena touched it. If we can print her fingers-"

The commander disagreed with Rohr's enthusiasm, but he patiently returned to the SBI headquarters with Rohr. His own thoughts were confused and distracted by the mystery. He doesn't believe the story, but he doesn't completely believe his story either. He didn't know what to believe.

Roll brought the cloak into the fingerprint laboratory. The operating technician checked the collar the moment he remembered to grab it on the impulse.

The technician said: "There are a lot of prints here." "Let us see what you look like."

He checked his fingers carefully, then turned back to his jacket. "Some things here are not yours, okay. Want photos?"

Roll nodded. Calvin said: "It's okay. In addition to your prints, there are dozens of other prints."

"Unless someone puts my cloak around my neck, it won't be there. No one has done it-"

The commander raised his eyebrows. "And what about this so-called Silver Star Queen wearing your cape?"

"Nuts!" Roll knew he was being lured. He told the technician: "Send the printed version to the identification office, and order the report to be sent directly to my office."

The report will not be ready until morning. Rolle went to the physiology laboratory for blood tests, hoping that his blood could sell the drug and antidote. That day is over. In the morning, he had to wait impatiently until ten o'clock before the photos and reports came in.

He tore open the envelope and read:

Memo to Hartford:

"The subject print is a work by Mariana Sebers. Our file provides the following information about this person: 23 years old; ethnicity Trestoria Caucasian; height 5\'7"; weight 125 pounds; Hair, blond; eyes, blue..."

Detailed measurements were subsequently made, as well as the texture of the skin and blood, but they did not have direct meaning to them. The fact is that his cloak has the mark of a person named, and unless she is the same, he doesn't know how these marks appeared. This at least proves that his story is not fiction or dream as Calvin thought.

Roll considered showing the report to the commander, but there is still much to do. The descriptive pictures in the report match his memory of Alanya, but there are pictures that tell him for sure. He called the identification office and asked for a complete report with a picture of Mariana Sess.

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