Super Trick or Treat System

They can see tiny spots where the creatures are moving, but there is no sign of alarm, and there is no evidence that they have been noticed.

Even here, on the equator, there are white snow streaks and frost rings on the bottom of buildings on the streets.

Just below them is-station. The lines converge here, and twisted rings can be seen in the atmosphere, making the city seem to shimmer due to invisible waves.

Then they saw the mast and its luminous accumulators sticking out of a clearing near the city's suburbs. The usual wall ring and the opened machine cannot be seen.

"The solar station is below the city!" Lockhart said, shocked. "It was built under a street somewhere, and Martians walked up and down, only the masts were left! They must be the builders!"

"If so, why did they commit suicide?" Can't see its meaning. "If they have a reason, why don't they defend it? When we were on the Mercury, they were warned. If they are enemies, they must have spaceships. Where are they?"

Now that the ground was hundreds of feet below them, no one had noticed the strange ship hanging in the air. When the crew stood panting, Lockhart jolted the ship up and down until it stopped just fifty feet above the intersection. It was hanging there, almost touching the roof, so it was ignored.

The mast of the Sun Patting Station continued to flicker, following the faint bright sun across the deep blue sky. One of the two small moons on Mars is climbing up the horizon. The canal outside is a dark-colored pipe through which lifeless water flows. The Martian did nothing.

Lockhart finally said: "I don't like this look at all." "I suspect there are traps. But we have to land and reach the base. I will take this ship into the desert outside the city and have one The reconnaissance team enters first."

After Magellan’s lifting of the ban, he resurfaced, and then moved out in the ochre land, which is the barren desert of this red planet. Slowly, the boat descended again until its pointed lower end hung about twenty feet above the cold shale and worn-out sand.

The captain was selected and the initial investigation was done. And helped them climb the crowded space of the outer cargo hold. The jeep was dumped to the lowest cargo port, and the spacecraft’s cargo derrick lowered the compact military vehicle to the ground.

Then, the two scouts put on aerial work suits with oxygen masks, hung the walkie-talkies in front of their chests, held light carbines in their hands, tied their pistols to their belts, and walked down the rope ladder from the freight elevator. They climbed into the sturdy jeep using a specially designed carburetor and supercharged engine. This car is ready to operate in the atmosphere of Mars. It is as thin as the air on top of the Himalayas and has low free oxygen.

Li Bai and Haines in pressure suits sat in the open port and watched the jeep set off. The engine jumped up suddenly and barked several times in the unfamiliar air. Then Bolton stepped on the clutch on the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the small car painted in Air Force blue slid down on the flat rock surface, kicking a light cloud while driving.

Sitting on Haynes's lap was an intercom. And keep commenting when approaching the city. Faraday described the ground and appearance of the upcoming city.

The jeep is now a small object, fused with the dark hills of the outermost building in the city. "We haven't met any Martians," Ferrari said. "Obviously, they are not even interested in investigating us now. Here, we are moving towards the limits of the city." There was a pause.

The walkie-talkie made a series of squeaks and screams, and the voice was now distorted. "We are crossing the city boundary-from the very edge there is a kind of hard plastic sidewalk. Now we are going to walk along the intersection between the buildings."

The screams grew louder. They can only hear one or two words. Haynes asked if he was contacting them, but he could not give an answer due to the racket.

Say: "This is the solar click station. It is producing distortion. We have to wait until they return."

Haynes nodded and closed the scene where the scream had already begun. The two people waited quietly for about half an hour. Only calls from curious men in the control room interrupted their vigilance.

Finally, Li Huai found a little dust cloud on the horizon. "They are there!"

When the little jeep drove through the desert and returned to the boat, the two stood up. As the distance got closer, they saw the third passenger sitting with Faraday. Turned on the intercom. "Waiting for you to see this guy," Faraday commented.

The jeep got on the boat and stopped. Faraday waved his hand. A few seconds later, Lockhart and Clyde joined them in pressure suits.

The creature behind the jeep is a Martian. They stared fascinated. It is about three feet long, with a small oval head, two big eyes, and multi-faceted eyes. Its small beak-like mouth and short, stubby antennae complete its face. The head is fixed by a short neck to a body composed of three oval masses, which are connected together by narrow straps, just like the joints of insects. From the first paragraph, a pair of three-fingered arms grows. In the other two parts, a slender leg grew. The shimmering gray-blue shell, its skin covers it from head to toe.

At this moment, this particular Martian was bound by the sturdy nylon net, apparently a captive of two explorers.

"Why, it looks like a huge insect!" Li Hao shouted.

Faraday's answer was: "It's more like a lobster." "But that's it. This is one of the city dwellers."

Lockhart shook his head. "I don't like this. We shouldn't do anything against the Martians. Capturing a prisoner like this might be a bad first step."

Get out of the jeep. "We have no choice. Besides, who said that Martians were once our friends?"

He continued: "We are in the city and we drove down the street. There are many of these guys around who are engaged in their business. There are hundreds of them. Do you think they stop and look at us? Do you think they are curious? Do you think they are talking to us? Call the police? Is something wrong?

"No," he answered himself. "They just walked around us as if we were a bunch of things. They didn't say anything to each other. They just continued their affairs, dragging things, carrying food, herding young people, not a mess. Words .

"They looked at us and didn't even show the way they saw us. When we stopped a person, it twisted out of our hands and walked away. In the end, we took this guy away and simply took it away. He pulled him into the street, tied him up, tucked him in a jeep and kidnapped him. Do you think someone is caring or turning on the sirens or trying to help him?

Lockhart looked at the prisoner for a moment. The Martian opened his eyes and stared at him. "Are you sure these people are the engineers and builders of the canal?"

Bulton nodded. "Of course. We see some of them at work. They are repairing houses, using tools and fire. They have machines, and they use them. Their cities are working and well arranged, but I don’t know how they do it. Yes. They have to communicate in a certain way, but their behavior is like being practiced at work, experiencing complex and complicated gestures. Even young people will not peep."

Lockhart took a step back. "Untie this guy. Let's see his work."

When the Martian was released from the encirclement, it made no effort to communicate. It turned around slowly, shaking a little at first, then hovering, not paying attention to people, boats, or jeep. Then it started walking at a very fast speed. People watched it running towards the desert-leaving the city!

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