Super Trick or Treat System

+ Mahatma said, "Now," he turned to the king as usual, ignoring me. "If he wants, your friend can take the exam. He can walk on that stove. He will walk unscathed. I promise."

The king turned to me.

"What did you say?" he asked. "I've seen this before. [] It can be done. Can Li Huai try it together?"

I did not hesitate. Sometimes, even if a thinker like me is slow, he can make a decision instantly. I said "no" so that the king laughed. Mahatma looked at me pitifully, but did not comment. He invited Li Bai to sit down, so Li Bai squatted on the floor, as close as possible to the trough, without getting burned. There are no screens or obstacles of any kind. The only evidence is the iron kayak, which was picked up from the floor by the person Li Bad accepted.

He picked up the paddle, without any fuss or hesitation, and walked directly from one end to the hot charcoal bed, smoothed the entire luminous surface with the paddle, and spent some time working with almost no excitement. As a gardener using a rake. When he finished eating, the end of the paddle was better than the hot one, it was a nice cherry red.

The hair on his legs is not scorched. The cotton fabric made into the kilt has no trace of burning.

As soon as he sat down, the other twelve men marched toward the fire. Unlike him, they are naked. They walked into the fire one by one, traversing the fire from beginning to end, without worrying about the tension that they did not know its existence at all. Then they turned and walked back again.

"Is it human or fire?" Jin demanded.

"None." Mahatma replied. "This is just knowledge. Anyone can do it and know how to do it."

One of the men approached the fire again. Sitting on it, he experienced the action of bathing himself in the white-hot flame, turning his head repeatedly and smiling at Li Badi. Then he lay all over, rolling from one end of the stove to the other, and finally walked away leisurely like coming out of a bathtub. The things worth seeing are really surprising.

"If it's not superstition, hypnotism, or some kind of deception, then why do you insist on all this soot for my friend and me?" King demanded. "If this is a natural science and not a deceit, why use a temple full of Hindu idols to cover up science?"

The gray Mahatma smiled tolerantly.

"Can you suggest a better way to keep secrets?" he replied. "Li Huai is protected by superstition. Even the Indian government does not dare to investigate too carefully what happened under the temple to arouse the superstition and anger of the people. If Li Huai wants to admit that what Li Huai knows is science, just like wireless Telegraph is a science, and Lee will not be safe for an hour. The army, the king of business, just curious people and all enemies of mankind will invent 10,000 excuses to investigate Lee."

"Where do you study English?" Jin demanded.

"I am a PhD from Johns Hopkins University." Gray Mahatma replied. "I traveled all over the United States, looking for someone who might be trusted by Li Huai's scientific foundation. But I didn't find it."

"Suppose you found the wrong person and believe him?" the king suggested.

Gray Mahatma said: "My friend, Li Huai knows Li Huai better than you. You are a person who cannot betray your faith. You love India, you have worked hard throughout your life, as a man, you have been under surveillance for many years, you His character has been studied. If Li Huai’s purpose is to conquer the world or destroy the world, Li Huai will never choose you without talking to you about what happened. If you commit treason, then you will not be wrong. People explain the secrets of Li bad science because you will not be taught."

"Well, where is my friend Ramsden?" King asked him.

"I think your friend Mr. Ramsden will never see America again."

"why?"

"He sees too much for his own benefit. He lacks your mentality. He has a kind of bravery and a kind of honesty; but he is not the right person for Li's evil purpose. He made a mistake when he came with you. ."

The king looked directly at the gray mahatma.

"Do you think you know me?" he asked.

"I know yourself better than you!"

"It's possible," King said. "Do you think I will tell you the truth?"

"I know. I'm sure. You are too honest to lie."

"Very well," Jin replied silently, "this is Li and Huo, or neither. Li Huo is either free, or you do the worst to both Li and Huo. This person is my friend."

The Gray Mahatma was smiling, thinking, smiling, looking at Jin, and then left.

He finally said: "I regret to destroy myself." "Nevertheless, you are your friend's only chance. I have no hatred for him; he is just inappropriate; unless you can save him, he will be himself A victim of shortcomings. But if you try and fail, I will fail. I am afraid, my friend, that will be the end of both of you."

It's like listening to your own body! I admit that I started to feel terribly scared again, although the degree of fear was not so great that I was worried about forcing Kim into danger for my own sake, and then I made up my mind again. I reached out and grabbed my throat and grabbed the gray maha. But the king raised my hand.

He said sternly: "Li Badi are the two of them." "Keep your hair!"

Mahatma smiled and nodded.

He said loudly: "The second time you did a good job." "If you can prevent the Bison from making mistakes, but Lee Bad will waste time. Come on."

Jin put his hand on my shoulder, Li Badi locked in the cave behind Mahatma. There is no doubt that this was ridiculous, but I felt very helpless.

Li Huai entered another cave. Its dome looked like an absolutely perfect hemisphere, but the whole place was so full of noise that your brain fell into chaos. There were ten people there, the rest were bare on their waists, and each had the clever appearance of an alert bird on their head. They sit on the mats on the floor in no obvious order. There is a row of tuning forks in front of everyone, almost the same as other tuning forks, except that there are eight tuning forks for each note and its subdivision.

Every few minutes, one of them would choose a fork, knock it, and listen; then he would stand up, put all the forks on it and drag his mat, and then sit elsewhere. But the tuning fork is not the cause of the noise. It was the roar of a big city, reverberating under the dome—the hoarse of traffic and men’s barking, the wind blowing through overhead wires, the barking of dogs, the occasional bells, the roar of locomotives and the rumbling train Sounds, the howling of generators, the collision and impact of trolleybuses, the shouts of vendors and the sound of waves breaking on the shore.

Mahatma said: "You heard Mumbai." Then Li Huai everyone sat together.

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