Super Trick or Treat System

It's Ed Clark, a newspaper reporter. Clark nodded to the bartender, and the bartender began to mix his drinks. Clark said, "Freeze your ears from the brass monkey." "I have another pair of earmuffs if you want."

"Thank you," said Li Huai, "but I think I'd better buy some winter clothes for myself tomorrow and return them."

"Suitable for yourself. Do you plan to settle here?"

"I don't seem to have many choices. Do you have anything new?"

Clark raised his glass and took a sip. "It's a mild winter. New? I think you know we are in Pennsylvania now, not Ohio. I should say in Pennsylvania. Don't ask me why, unless Hector Siwick thinks Superior is taxing It will be better."

"Do you think the mayor is the driving force behind everything?"

"Like many people, he has grand delusions about himself. But I do think Hector knows a lot more than what he says. Some businessmen—mostly those who did not benefit from the cold wave—convened tomorrow's meeting. They want to smoke him."

He said: "This afternoon, when the people on the train asked for answers, he was not just drooling at the knight."

"That's where he is. They can't find him in the city hall."

"Where will everything end? If we continue to drift, we will cross the Atlantic-the next stop in Europe. Then, Superior will cross the national border, not just the national border, some countries may decide that we violated the airspace. We shoot into the sky."

"I see your vision is very far," Clark said.

"Anything else?" Li Bad asked. "The other option is to make yourself think that everything is going well and have confidence in Providence and Hector Sivik. What are your people? You don’t seem to realize that sixteen square miles of solid land and three thousand People have taken off to walk in the sky. This is not just what happened. Something or someone is making it a reality. Who or what is the question, and what are you going to do?"

The bartender said: "The boy is right, Ed. How do we know they will not take us to a higher place-where there is no air? Then we will be cooked."

Clark smiled. "The word \'cooked\' is difficult. But I agree that things are out of control." He clinked glasses. "I know who we want. Old Doctor Bundy. He can instigate everything. Remember they tried to go through the pipes in the town, and the doctor set up a citizens committee and stopped them?"

The bartender recalled: "Kill them to death." Then he cleared his throat. "Speaking of the devil." He raised his voice and greeted the man who had just entered. "Okay, doctor. I'm glad we have been with you for a long time, and it's nice to see you."

Bundy is an imposing old gentleman, taller than average, and a magnificent waist. He slammed with authority. With his hand at the end of his short arm, it seemed to fall naturally, and he slapped the glove with satisfaction as he spoke. In the cold weather, he wore an old work jacket, black turned green, with double rows of oversized buttons on the front, and 18th century lapel. Wearing a torn black loose hat, he gave up pretending to be any special shape long ago.

"Salute, gentlemen!" flourished and walked solemnly towards the bar. "They told me that the small towns around us had just passed Pittsburgh. I thought we had crossed the Arctic Circle. Bartender rum was the most suitable occasion."

Clark introduced Lee Bad, and he saw that Dr. Bundy's face was full and firm, not fat. The nose has begun to form a network of visible blood vessels, which indicates a love for bottles. The fluffy white eyebrows echoed the edges of the white hair that sprouted from the side and under the back of the loose hat. The eyes themselves are alert and humorous. The corners of the mouth rise up in the corners, and although it never seems to show a smile, it conveys the same sense of humor as the eyes. In fact, these two functions save the elderly from exaggeration.

Note that the bartender poured 151 pounds of rum, which is generous.

Bundy raised his glass. "Your health, gentlemen." He took a sip and let it go. "I might still drink, have a good sailing, and the destination is unknown."

"Li Huai thinks that we are in danger of going to Europe."

Bendi said: "The possibility is very high." "I believe your passport is in order? I still remember my first trip to Europe. It was with Blackjack Pershing."

"Sir, are you in the medical team?" Li Huai asked.

Doctor Bandy cupped his fists and laughed. "Bless your soul, man, I am not a doctor. I am a member of the board of directors of the first hospital in Superior, and therefore a title. Only by polite and grateful citizens awarded me."

Clark said: "The doctors may ask you for help again, Doctor, because their elected representatives disappointed them."

"But don't let them down, do you? Mr. Editor, you have to tell me what you know. I think you are the most astute person, unless the conspirators who drag us to the sky."

"Do you think this is a conspiracy?"

"This is not an act of God."

Clark started filling an old pipe, and it knotted so well that he tamped the tobacco in the bowl with a pencil. By the time the pipe was ready to compete, he had exhausted all the facts. Li Huai then took over and described the underground passage he saw that afternoon. When the old man reached out his hand, he was about to go further.

"Only facts, if you will. Mr. Colt, what you saw in the basement room matched what I stumbled upon while skating this afternoon."

"Skating?" Clark said.

"Skating. At North Lake. It's completely frozen. I'm not that decayed. I can't slide on a pair of blades. Well, I was humming the skater's waltz when I was sliding. I tripped over a tree stump. When I was When I stumbled upon what I said, it was because I fell and I lay there, breathing suddenly, my face was only an inch from the ice, and I realized one thing. Just like you, Mr. Colt ."

"You mean there is something under the ice?"

"Yes. Staring at me. The **** thing is, I think you can say it as if it hates my existence."

"Did you see the whole face?"

"If I agree, I will embroider. It looks-but I have to stick to the facts. I only see the eyes. Two perfectly round eyes stared at me for a while and then disappeared."

"It might be a fish," Clark said.

"No. A fish is the most expressionless thing there, and there is wisdom behind these eyes. You have no hollow or fishy eyes."

Clark hit the pipe to the edge of the bar, causing the ashes to fall near an old brass viper. "So, since what you and Li Huai see are below the surface, we can put two and two together and assume that some kind of alien has already lived in the lower floors of Superior?"

"Only if you think two and two equal five," Dr. Bundy said. "But even if they don't, there are still many things that Siwick knows better than the Garrett-Rubach crowd of Cavaliers will admit. In my opinion, gentlemen, it's time for me to form a committee. "

Seven

Mrs. Spister, Leola Frisby, was found dead in the mushroom cellar of her home on Ryder Street in the northeast of the town. When she died, she had been sitting on a camp chair with thick clothes. She was suffering from heart disease, and the facts, coupled with the notes she took on the lap pad, convinced the coroner that she was scared to death.

The first entry on the mat says: Someone has stolen my mushrooms; you must be alert. Notes continue:

Sitting on a chair near the stairs. The single 60-watt bulb dims and the gravity increases. Winners rise again? Movement at the corner-the soil pushes up from below. hand. hand? claw!

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