Super Trick or Treat System

Li Bai tried to move, but the hand on his shoulder prevented him from working.

He tried to close his eyes to the horror, but although the creature was standing behind Li Huai, he somehow knew that he was violating his instructions.

The Beast pushed his thumb into the tight muscles of Li Badi's shoulder, and asked a man to push his thumb into a ripe pear, allowing him to easily penetrate it.

The beast asked "Open!".

Li Huai was told. The blistered flesh of the red bean face began to darken, and the swollen skin cracked and curled from the muscles.

"God forgive me, Red Bean. My God, please forgive me."

"Oh!" the beast gasped. "You dirty bastard!"

Without warning, the beast was uninstalled.

Then, he sighed tremblingly, turned his head, Li Biao faced him again, two bright spots in his eyes seemed to have penetrated into Li Biao's head and scratched the back of his skull.

He said: "Stay away from the delta."

"To understanding?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I know."

"Not that. Another thing. Say it as before."

Li Badi gritted his teeth. At a certain point, his battle was overwhelmed by his battle, and he was quickly approaching it.

"Say. It," said the Beast.

"God forgive me," Li Huai said through gritted teeth.

"No. I want to put it in my mind in the future. Give me something good."

Li Huai tried his best to make a pleading voice, and the facts proved that it was not difficult.

"forgive me."

Li Badi woke up at noon, his partner's screams were closer to the memory of his birthday celebration the night before.

The street outside his room was pleasantly quiet. All he heard was a bell, calling those who were still loyal to Sunday Mass.

He ordered some coffee and juice, which he came when he took a bath. It was already very humid that day, and after he had dried himself, he had already started to sweat.

When he was drinking strong and sweet coffee, he watched people wandering on the street in the following two stories.

The only couple in a hurry are tourists with maps. Everyone else is doing business at a good mellow speed, and will definitely keep up with their own pace during the long hot day and the long hot night.

the phone is ringing. Li Badi picked it up.

"Are you checking me, Maisha?" he said, trying his best to sound like a human.

"Combine it into one, detective," Maisha said. "No. It doesn't do me much good, right? You are such a liar, Li Bad..."

"You did teach me everything I know."

"Look now. How about the birthday celebration?"

"I am drunk…"

"No surprises."

"-I started to think about the past."

"My goodness, Li Bad. What did I tell you to leave him alone?"

"I don't invite any ideas."

Mai Xia laughed boredly. "My dear, we both know that you had an invitation printed on your forehead when you were born."

Li Badi made faces.

"All I can say is words," Mai Xia continued. "It's done, and it's hard to harvest. Good and bad. So let it calm down or it will swallow you whole."

"Maxia, I want to do what I came here to do, and then leave this **** city."

"Lee Bad..."

But he has gone.

Mai Xia pursed her lips and hung up the phone. She knew Li Badi's expectations, but that didn't mean she was full of confidence in his contemplative, tortured facade.

Yes, "other" can find Li Huai's way wherever he goes, but something can be done about it-measures that can be taken if one is so inclined.

He is very good at this, as long as it is like that, Mai Xia will forgive his sins.

Maisha sat in her favorite chair, next to the window of her apartment on the 15th floor.

For the past 40 years, she has spent twelve hours a day talking to the dead from this place.

She provided services to the deceased who had just passed away. According to Maisha's experience, they are often lost, confused and fearful.

Since her infancy, she has seen the dead in her mind.

Mai Xia was blind when she was born. When she realized for the first time that she could remember that the benign face she looked down at her in the crib was not her parents, she left curiously, which shocked her.

She looks very lucky. She is not really blind, she just sees a world different from most other people, which puts her in a unique position to make a difference in this world.

For some reason, if someone is killed in New York, sooner or later they will find their way to Maisha.

On certain nights, the Phantoms lined up half a block or more, sometimes only a dozen or so.

Sometimes, she will be overwhelmed by the phantoms she needs, so that she has to turn on all 130 TVs in her apartment. The sound of all TVs is relatively low, but in new game shows, soap operas, and weather reports. Tuned to different channels, scandals, tragedies and customs to drive them away.

Mai Xia’s consultations with newly-deceased victims do not often overlap with Li Huai’s life as a private detective, but there are always exceptions.

Goode is such a situation.

As the name suggests, he is naturally kind, and this is how he shapes his life.

Goode is a family man who married a high school lover.

Thanks to the fees he charged as a lawyer, several good investments, and a deep belief in Lord God's generosity, they lived together in New York, had five children, and raised enough funds.

As Caston likes to say, who has accepted "the best care for those who care about him most". At least eight days ago, his convictions were not realized, when he was in order for a hundred seconds, and his life of loving God had reached hell.

Go to work early, longing to be a half-and-a-half-year-old man, because the young man rushed to him among the early birds on Lexington Street and snatched Kaston's briefcase.

From his hands. Fewer people will yell, but Goode is more confident in his physical condition than most people in the age group.

He doesn't smoke or drink. He exercises four times a week, but has very little passion for red meat.

However, within two or three steps of his decision to pursue the felony, none of these things prevented him from being knocked down by a massive heart attack.

Dead, dead and broken.

Not only because he left his beloved Patricia alone to raise the children, but also because he is now unable to write a personal revelation about life and the New Year's Eve law he has resolved to resolve over the past decade.

No, the real bad thing about Goode's death is that Patricia didn't know the little house he owned in the French Quarter of New Orleans.

He was especially careful to keep all knowledge of its existence secret. But he did not consider the possibility of dying on the street without the least warning in his arrangement.

Now, he is faced with all the jobs that are inevitably eliminated, and these jobs seem so hard.

Sooner or later, when Patricia walks through the desk drawer or one of his colleagues is diligently sorting out Goode's unfinished work at the company-they will find some references to 68 Dupont Street, Louisiana, and track down the address The owner of the house will find it to be Goode.

It was only a matter of time before they went to New Orleans to discover what secrets it would reveal. And the secrets are rich.

Goode didn't want to lie down. Once he adjusted to the weaker state, he then learned how the system works on the other side.

Moreover, with his skills as a lawyer, he quickly jumped to the forefront of the long line and found himself in front of a woman who could be assured of solving his problems.

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