Super Trick or Treat System

As she walked towards him slowly, the transparent folds of the thinly covering her clothes floated like the light and shadow of the people around her. The man in the room looked at her. She was sitting next to Roll.

"You are a stranger here." Her low, hoarse voice made it a statement, not a question.

"The dream of every astronaut is to go to the Star Club and hear about the Silver Star Queen Alena at least once before her death."

"You are not dead yet, miner."

"I am lucky to be here so soon."

"It is a place to rest and dream for tired astronauts. Sooner or later they will find their way here."

"I've heard stories of people who found their dreams here," Rohr said cautiously.

"Yes, would you share a dream?" Alena spoke more cautiously. Feel her eyes trying to use the customary habit, that is, the astronaut to measure and evaluate him.

Say: "I want to know the dream."

"follow me."

The heart beat faster, knocked down the last one, stood up and followed. He neither missed the twitching pulse beating on the white pillar of her throat, nor did he miss the faint disgust of her rising and feeling those eyes staring at her through her thin clothes. .

Grasping this hidden trait, he suddenly pulled the heavy cloak from his shoulder and draped it on her. Instinctively, she grabbed its protection and tightened her throat by the collar. Then, realizing her betrayal of the character, she threw the cloak on the floor and stepped on it.

"Your rudeness will cause you trouble, miner!"

He walked down silently and picked up his cloak, while violent rain blew him on the nearby table. But he had seen enough, enough to know that the actions taken by Silver Star Queen Alena rebelled against her own instincts. Some kind of compulsion forced her to stay in the smelly, smoky tavern, so that her cuteness was exposed every night.

When following her through the table into a lobby of the tavern room, she raised her golden head, but when they moved away from the table's sight, her head tilted and she barely felt it on her shoulders.

"Poor little Alana-" Rohr whispered.

She whirled around him, her blue eyes shining, but no hot words trembling on her lips came out. The hand she stretched out didn't stab his cheek either.

As her anger continued, she remembered all the tension on her lovely face. Under her beauty and the hoarse tenderness of her voice, the strong conflict motives aroused a strong force, enough to tear her slim body.

But a moment later, Alena overcame the storm and did not dare to speak. She turned around and continued to walk down the corridor.

The passageway is dimly lit and covered with thick carpets. The voice of the tavern in the distance was weakened, only silence permeated. The silent door closed the hall. Rohr wanted to know what was behind them. Suddenly, Alena stopped and opened aside to let Roll in.

"The place of your dreams, miner. You dreamt it." She took a bottle of wine from a cupboard against the wall and poured a glass. Then take out two sparkling white spheres, such as pearls, from the drawer and put them in the wine. In an instant, white wine emerged from the glass and began to fill the room.

Alena stared, then broke. "Miner, hurry! Don't breathe! Come with me." She was sobbing unconstrained now. She threw the door open and jumped into the hall. But she did not leave the room.

At the door stood the biggest man I thought I had ever seen. Not fat-big.

The exposed biceps of the sleeveless top are like huge brown logs. His **** are like a slowly expanding polished leather drum. When she dashed outward, her golden head collided with it.

The man did not move or speak. He just stayed at the door, arms akimbo. His hairless, polished skull is motionless like a brown boulder. His eyes exude life and anger with only a little light.

Gasping for breath, finally drew out a burst of pain. Then she hid under one of those big arms and left the room. Until that person moved. Before his surprise made him move, he stepped back and smashed the door.

He tried the door uselessly.

During all the longer periods of the outbreak, he held his breath to prevent the thick smoke from the wine glass. Now he fell on the soft sofa in the center of the room. Glad, he noticed that the artificial light in the room was dimming. He took a brown capsule from his jacket and interrupted it between his teeth, covering his movements so that anyone watching him would not notice the capsule. Then, his vision became spotty due to lack of oxygen, and he breathed cautiously.

The secret antidote to effects has never been tried before.

It was prepared by SBI chemists based on the analysis of dead miners known to be addicts. Every SBI agent carries an antidote. No one has had a chance to try it before. Roll prayed that it might work.

Now, the lights are completely dimmed. But the gas produced by the particles dissolved in the wine glass filled the room with light. Its ghostly light spins and twists like a crazy demon, pouring into every corner and crevice of the room.

On this spooky screen, he knew that the ambitions and fantasies caused by this drug in his brain should be projected. He waited nervously, hoping that they would not come, hoping that the antidote designed by the chemist was correct.

The vision has not come. The glowing gas screen is still blank. But it spins and spins around him as if it is a creature, and realizes his failure against it.

It seemed that the spinning tentacles jumped out and beat him, twisting and dragging at him, as if they were defeating his last resistance. The crazy impulse laughed at Rohr for possessing a ghost. He almost gave in. Then sweat broke out on his forehead. Perhaps this is evidence in itself, despite the antidote, the drug still goes against his feelings.

The ghost demons fighting his senses are just phantom phantoms, but he must fight back with their fingers within reach. He closed his eyes and looked at them, telling himself they were not there. But they are. They present shapes and shapes and scary faces. Laughter rang in his ears until he couldn't stand it. He knew he had work to do. He must check the location, find an opportunity to escape from this room in some way, and search the halls and rooms to find out its taboo mystery.

He got up from the sofa, and all the silver demons in the room leaped at him, beating his skull with weak eyelashes. Despite the violent shock, he walked into the cabinet, took out another ball, and threw it into the secret pocket lined with his jacket.

But otherwise, he can't do it. The devil beat him back to the sofa and hit him on the head with a psychotic hammer until his senses slowly disappeared and died.

When consciousness was restored, a fiery sunset from the noon sky of Mars fell on Roel Hartford. He was lying face down on the hot sand, and it filled his nostrils in his mouth and eyes. It seemed that he was hanging out on the beach, trying to get into it in his coma.

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