Super Trick or Treat System

He said, "I'm looking at something." "I thought for a minute. There was a hole and the sand was slipping. I was as bad as Riley."

The two passed through the gathering shadows and returned to the car they were waiting for. Trembling involuntarily, he told him that he was not the only one who was relieved by the sound of exhaust, because their car had taken them from the barren, pathless waste away from the bones of the dead city.

He turned the mountain road on the shoulder of the rock, and from there he could see the panoramic view of the camp, the desert and the surrounding mountains. The desert land knows that above them, there is a black dome. They are so low, the jaggedness of the three ancient craters, the broken tops seem to touch the warm velvet of the sky where the stars hang. On their smooth slope, the radiant light gave hope for the moon to rise.

Li Huai led the car downgrade and was ready to return quickly. He ran it to the inner wall of the rock near the road, and then sat on the edge of the outside, without expecting a huge drop of a thousand feet under the suspended legs. He swept across the foreground with a wine glass, where the scattered light from the camp was reflected like a wandering star falling from the sand of the Dead Sea to them.

"Go to work," he told later when he passed the glass. "And I can carry it with me in my pocket." He took the small radio out of his pocket as he spoke. "If he has anything, he will signal me in my office."

The moon cleared the mountains. Its lights flooded to the height of the rugged and filled the bowl of the basin, because the owner of a great theater switchboard may have flooded a dark stage with magic lighting, hiding it in half, changing anything it touched .

All the hard brilliance of the sun-drenched beach disappeared. The dunes are soft and round. The distant mountains are the place to dream. They seem to be half real and half shrouded in haze. Even buildings, scattered materials, and derrick bones have disappeared. Their outlines are obviously black and their shadows are clear. The whole land is saturated with the mystery and magic of the desert moon.

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Orson and the people around him remained silent. Even a mind that is perplexed by unsolvable problems must stop before being afraid of nature’s soft emotions.

"If Riley were here," Smith said softly at last, "he won't see any demons. Fairies, elves, \'little people\'-he will see them dancing."

Looking sideways at his companion, he glanced. He has never touched this bottom layer of Smith's nature. In fact, he never felt that he knew much about Smith, and Smith's past is still a topic that has never been mentioned. He saw bushy black hair dragging his face, while Smith stared firmly towards the camp. It took about a minute or so before he realized that his head was outlined by a red halo.

Smith sat on his right. Outside him, three extinct craters formed a dark background, and the moonlight had not yet reached its inner slope. His head is aligned with the irregularly broken top of the largest crater; approximately the lightest red.

After a while, the lights went out. It seemed to hover over the head of the silent sitting man. Then, Li Huai moved, in the past, and discovered the true perspective of this phenomenon. A rugged crack on the edge of the crater cup opened a peephole for peeking inside. It's completely red-the light comes from the ancient throat.

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Li Badi exclaimed vigorously. Almost he hoped to see the billowing smoke, the terrible volcanic eruption technique.

He could feel it better than seeing Smith not turning his head. "Look!" he was shouting now. "Wake up, Smith! Good lord!"

He stopped and opened his mouth. The red light means volcanic fire. It is disturbing to make it suddenly turn green.

Green-light green. Only through the gap, like the space lacking teeth on the huge jawbone, can you see the changing light. From this point alone, the scenery can be seen-nothing can be seen from the camp below. Soon, all thoughts about the volcano fire left him. He quickly determined that this was something related to him, threatened, and related to other threatening mysterious events that occurred during the night and day.

Smith still didn't turn around. Feeling annoyed by the assistant's boredom or indifference. Then he knew that Smith's black-haired head had stretched forward and he was bending at an unstable angle, staring at the valley below him. then:

"They are there!" Smithy said quietly, as if someone or something on the desert floor below might hear and sound an alarm. "Look. Where are your cups? What are they?"

A cautious whisper is not necessary. Below them, a thin light penetrated the darkness. Another; then three more sounds, until the sharp firepower of a thousand-foot-high pistol reached the man. Li Bai snatched his binoculars.

"Left," Smith instructed. "Over there, next to the big actor. Great Scott! What kind of light is that?"

Put it in a glass-flashing green, you can almost hear a hiss, which cuts the blackness. When a person's voice once screamed in fear and pain, the voice instantly disappeared, and a scream burst like the first moment.

Dean found a large casting in his glass. There are black figures moving around. They are not clear. He changed the focus-before he became clear, they disappeared.

But casting! Obviously, he saw the tremendous efforts made by many people to reduce the dust. Now it has been clearly outlined until the edges become blurred, until the sand slides in, and the black mass finally becomes a completely contracted and completely disappeared circle.

"No!" Li Bady shouted. "It fell into the sand! I saw..."

He is driving. There was a tumult of noise from the underground. When it was shot and the large machine jumped to the waiting curve, the sound disappeared in the thunder of the car exhaust.

When approaching his assistant, the lights in the camp were very bright. The shallow recesses in the sand mark the placement of large castings. More than a hundred feet away was a group of black people. As the car approached, they separated. They were gathered on a figure on the beach.

When the large car stopped, I felt the figure a little strange. He jumped up and ran forward.

He knew it was Riley on the ground and knew it was still a few steps away from him. However, only when he got closer did he realize that his body ended up with two short legs. Only when he leaned over him did he know that the Irish foreman's frame was cut in half by a knife.

The severed legs are not far from the body. They were caught in an awkward situation, and the pile of meat sticks out of the burnt clothes. Suddenly and shockingly, Li Badi knew that the meat and the leg meat had been charred. The knife is hot-the knife is forged with flames!

He heard Smith cursing unconsciously beside him.

"Turn on the green light," Smith said in surprise. "But who did it? How did they do it? Where did they go?"

"Quiet!" Larson ordered sharply. He knelt beside the incomplete body. Riley's eyes opened suddenly of consciousness.

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