Super Trick or Treat System

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I found a small group of about twenty people around the big hole where the cylinder is. I have described the appearance of huge objects embedded in the ground. The surrounding turf and gravel seemed to be scorched by a sudden explosion. There is no doubt that its impact caused fire. Henderson and Ogilvy were not present. I think they thought they had nothing to do at the moment, so they left for breakfast at Henderson's.

There were four or five boys sitting on the edge of the pit, their feet dangling, amused, until I stopped them, and then threw stones at the giant. After I talked to them, they began to "touch" the game inside and outside the bystander group.

Among them are a few cyclists, the gardener I sometimes hire, a girl with a baby, Grieg the butcher and his little boy, and two or three loafers and golf strollers that are used to wandering around the train station. . Hardly spoke. In that era, only a few ordinary people had the most vague concept of astronomy. Most of them stared silently at the big table, like the end of a cylinder, like when Ogilvy and Henderson left. I think what people are disappointed with this inanimate body is that people are disappointed with a pile of charred bodies. When I was there, some people left, others came. I crawled into the pit, fantasizing about weak movements from under my feet. The top must have stopped spinning.

The strangeness of this object became obvious to me only when I was so close. At first glance, there is really nothing more exciting than an overturned carriage or a tree crossing the road. There are not so many. It looks like a rusty gas float. It takes a certain degree of scientific education to realize that the gray scale is not a common oxide, and the yellowish-white metal flashing in the gap between the lid and the cylinder has an unfamiliar hue. "Aliens" have no meaning to most onlookers.

At the time I knew it was from Mars, but I thought it could not contain any living things. I think loosening may be automatic. Despite Ogilvy, I still believe that there are still people on Mars. My mind is dreaming about the possibility of the manuscript containing it, possible translation difficulties, whether we should find coins and models in it, etc. However, the guarantee for this idea is too great. I impatiently saw it open. At about eleven o'clock, nothing seemed to happen, and I returned to my home with such thoughts. But I find it difficult to conduct abstract investigations.

In the afternoon, the appearance of ordinary people changed a lot. The early edition of the Evening News shocked London:

"News from Mars."

"Excellent work story"

and many more. In addition, Ogilvy’s connection with the Astronomical Exchange also inspired every observatory in these three kingdoms.

The little fly at Woking Station was standing by the roadside bunker, the basket cart from Chobham, and a fairly large carriage. In addition, there are many bicycles. In addition, despite the heat during the day, there are still many people walking from Woking and Chertsey, so in general it is a large group of people, including one or two well-dressed ladies.

It was very hot, there was no cloud or wind, the only shadow was a few scattered pine trees. The burning heather has been extinguished, but the water surface leading to Otshaw has darkened as much as possible and still emits vertical smoke. An enterprising confectioner on Chobham Road delivered a large pile of green apples and **** beer to his son.

When I entered the edge of the pit, I found it was occupied by a group of about six people-Henderson, Ogilvy and a tall blond man. I later learned that it was the astronomer Royal Stent. There were several workers holding spades and pickaxes. The stand gives out clear, high-pitched instructions. He was standing on the tank, which was obviously colder now. His face was crimson and sweaty, which seemed to make him a little uncomfortable.

Although the lower end of the cylinder is still buried in it, most of the cylinder has not yet been discovered. As soon as Ogilvy saw me in the crowd staring at the side of the pit, he called me down and asked if I wanted to see the manor Hilton.

He said that more and more people are seriously hindering their discovery, especially the boys. They want to put up light railings and help keep people behind. He told me that sometimes faint agitation could still be heard in the case, but the workers could not unscrew the top cover because the top cover could not catch them. The box looks very thick, and the faint sound we hear may represent the noise in the room.

I was very happy to follow his instructions and became one of the privileged spectators in the planned paddock. I could not find Lord Hilton at his house, but someone told me that the six o'clock train from Waterloo was expected to come from London. It was exactly a quarter past five at that time, I got home, drank some tea, and then walked to the station to execute him.

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The cylinder opens.

When I returned to the ordinary, the sun had already set. A scattered crowd came from Woking, and one or two returned. The crowd around the mine increased, and it appeared dark in the lemon yellow of the sky-perhaps hundreds. People's voices were loud, and there seemed to be some kind of struggle going on around the mine. There are strange fantasies in my mind. When I approached, the voice I heard:

"Back! Back!"

A boy ran towards me.

"This is a movement," he told me when he died. "-" and "-" are eliminated. I don't like that I am dying, I am. "

I went to the crowd. I should think that there are indeed two to three hundred people entangled with each other and quarreling endlessly. The one or two ladies there are by no means the least active.

"He fell into a pit!" cried a little.

"Back!" said a few words.

The crowd swayed a little, and I bent over. Everyone seemed very excited. I heard a strange hum from the pit.

"I said!" Ogilvy said, "Help stop these idiots. We don't know what the confounding is,"

I saw a young man in Woking, a clerk, and I believe he was standing on the cylinder, trying to climb out of the hole again. The crowd pushed him in.

One end of the cylinder is screwed out from the inside. Nearly two feet of shiny screws are projected. Someone made a mistake to me and I almost missed the idea of ​​being nailed to the top of the screw. I turned around and tightened the screw because the cylinder's lid fell on the gravel due to the shock. I stretched my elbows into the person behind me, and then turned my head to things again. For a while, the circular cavity looked completely black. The sunset in my eyes.

I think everyone wants to see a man appear-it may be a little different from our land men, but in all elements, men are. I know I did it. But, now, I see something turbulent in the shadows: gray oscillating motion, one on top of the other, and then two glowing discs, like eyes. Then, something resembling a small gray snake, about the thickness of a crutch, coiled out from the middle of the twist, twisted to me in the air, and then twisted to me again.

I suddenly chilled. A woman screamed loudly from behind. I half-turned and stared at the column intently. The other tentacles were protruding from the column and began to push back from the edge of the pit. I see shocking places that scare the people around me. I heard different opinions from all sides. There has been a general regression. I see shoppers still struggling around the pit. I found myself alone, and saw people on the other side of the pit running, with brackets in it. I looked at the cylinder again, uncontrollable horror enveloped me. I stood and stared blankly.

A huge gray circular container, perhaps the size of a bear, rose slowly and painfully from the cylinder. When it bulges and catches the light, it shimmers like wet leather.

Two big dark eyes looked at me firmly. The heads of the heavy objects framing them are rounded, and some people may say they have a face. There was an open mouth under the eyes, and the lipless edge was trembling, panting, and saliva dropped. The whole creature twitched and jumped suddenly. One appendage with elongated antennae grabbed the edge of the cylinder, and the other swayed in the air.

Those who have never seen a living Martian can hardly imagine its strange horror. The peculiar shape of the mouth, the upper lip is pointed, there is no brow ridge, and there is no chin under the wedge-shaped lower lip. The mouth is constantly trembling, the group of tentacles, the turbulence of the lungs breathe a strange atmosphere, and the greater gravity of the earth is the most important The thing is that the huge eyes have extraordinary intensity and the movement caused by the obvious heaviness and pain, immediately becomes vigorous, strong, inhuman, crippled and terrifying. There is a certain kind of fungus in the oily brown skin, and the tedious exercise is clumsy and deliberate and annoying. Even if it was the first encounter, or the first glimpse, I felt disgust and fear.

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