Super Trick or Treat System

Knowing your aversion to science in addition to scientific knowledge related to aviation, I will briefly introduce you. In any case, this sounds like it might drive you crazy.

You know that there is sound above the frequency at which the human ear responds. You know that some light is not perceivable by the human eye. Some of the work I have been doing for the past five or six months has shown that there is a form of life around us, which is not perceivable by our senses-it does not mean that it does not exist.

Well, I will do some exploration. I will have a glimpse into the so-called "super-median". I don't know what to find there. However, for my experiments, some kind of life can prove this. May be unfriendly.

All of this is the case, and I will most likely find myself entangled with unexpected things. If you are asked to read this book, there is something wrong with my plan.

If you want to follow me for the flyer, please stand in the center of the square drawn by the four pillars of the device, and stand beside the small table. Make sure you have weapons on your people. I told you to bring them to the door.

There is a small dashboard on one of the pillars. Turn the upper part of the two dials until the meter pointer next to it accurately moves to 2700. Please wait for a while until you are sure that you have obtained an accurate reading. Then turn the second dial until the two red lines coincide, and then mark the time. Things are set to accurately perform reverse loops at three-hour intervals. When you fall, you will start a new cycle. For us, it is important to know when we can return to our plane.

If you decide to try, please tell me not to do anything for at least a week. If the law begins to test the device, we will never be able to back down. Be with them and pray for hope. Tell her I will crawl out somehow, then we will, if you decide to try your luck.

Vic

In Hope's clear, purposeful hands, here is this:

Peter dear:

I don't know when you will arrive. We have to reach out, right?

.

Of course, I don’t understand Vic’s jargon about frequency and light, because I pay more attention to football than university physics, but I am very clear about two points. One is that Vic has invested in some kind of wild experiment, and the other is that he hopes to follow him. The rest is no big deal.

"Palin! Mr. Butler and Miss Hope are safe. Everything is explained in this note. You and your wife are leaving me, don't disturb anyone. At least one week will not do anything. If we haven't had it before then Back here, please take whatever measures you think are appropriate. Understand?"

"No, no, sir. Where-"

"In any case, you understand the order. That's all that is necessary. Close the door for at least a week!" I glared at him and Palin closed the door.

The equipment Vic mentioned was my first thought. It is mainly composed of four slender tall pillars, which are arranged in a square form, separated by a yard, and are supported by heavy copper brackets mounted on a thick insulating material base. The top of the column is a drooping flower like a hole rod, a deep, highly polished reflector, pointing inward and downward. The whole effect is no different from the skeleton of a miniature skyscraper.

I strode between the two slender black pillars and glanced upward. All four reflectors seem to point directly at my face, and I can see that each reflector is held, not the bulb I expected, but a rough-shaped fused silica.

There is nothing here that can be obtained by checking the fancy machine, so a quick glance is enough. If Vic and Hope go this way, I would love to follow. I looked down at the file in my hand, and then slowly turned the first dial on the small dashboard, following Vic's instructions, staring narrowly at the meter pointer next to it.

The pointer moves slowly, just as the pointer of a pressure gauge gradually builds up pressure in it. Twenty-one...twenty-five...twenty-six...twenty-seven.

I waited for a while, only to realize the faint buzzing of the generator on the other end of the room and the shaking hand of the meter. I turned the dial back to an imperceptible level, and the pointer was completely stabilized at the number "2700". Then I touched the next dial.

The second dial is nothing more than a thin hard rubber or bakelite plate with a red scratch on one side. On the panel itself, located to the right of the zero point of the dial, is a matching red scratch. When the two overlap, well, what happened.

As I moved the dial slowly, I realized the faint light shining from above, making its red mark close to the still mark on the panel. I quickly looked up.

The quartz is illuminated by small spots; each lamp has a different color. One is rich amber, one is light green, one is bright electric blue, and the other is fiery red. When I moved the dial, the intensity of the light increased steadily.

I not only see light, but also light. I can feel. It hits me; it moves around me. I feel the mixed lights conflict with each other.

In my opinion, I am as light as air. My feet drifted off the floor, and then, when the red line of the dial approached the indicated point, the feeling was gone, and I suddenly appeared heavy. I can barely support my weight; my legs are shaking from the burden. I sweat all over my body; intensely, intensely...

Desperately, I quickly turned the turntable until the two red marks coincide. The huge weight, soft and wrapped, seemed to fall on me. Sight, hearing and feeling have all left me. I can only think-my ideas are terrible.

Then, all of a sudden, the sound collapsed, and my feelings returned.

I looked around. It seemed that before the moment I stood in Vic's lab, I slowly turned the second of the two dials, and at the same time all four lights went out on me. And now... now I am standing in an open world. Words are not enough to describe the nightmare world.

His sky was very angry, a completely flat, almost deserted country when the sulfur green light was low. The only signs of vegetation that I can see are strange growths, these growing in distant places resemble trees, upside-down trees, wide branches hungryly taking care of the black and poor soil, rough roots are rough and rough, sticking out The bent arms are facing the terrible sky.

On my left, far away, a large number of awkward and ugly towers rise above the sinister skyline, but there does not seem to be any form of animal life. The weird thing is, whether it's because of my unfamiliar experience or the shock of finding myself in an obvious other world, my head is spinning, I don't know, I turned to this city. When I took the first step, about a dozen monsters suddenly appeared in the thin and unpleasant air.

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