Super Trick or Treat System

...It started to tremble.

"Are you cold?" Polo asked.

It nodded, affecting the expression of a lost child.

He said: "Then you need to exercise." "You'd better go back to the house and start tidying up." Anger makes this instruction confused, even disappointed.

"That's it?" it asked incredulously. "No miracles? No Helen of Troy? No flight?"

The idea of ​​flying in a snowy afternoon like this made Polo feel very cold. He is essentially a person with simple taste: all he asks in life is love for children, a pleasant home, and a transaction price suitable for Gherkin. "Don't fly," he said.

As the "screaming" meandered down the path leading to the door, it seemed that a new prank appeared. It turned its head and slumbered Polo, but unabashedly smug.

"Can I say something?" it said.

"speak."

"It's fair to tell me that any contact with people like me is ungodly. Even heresy." "Is that so?"

"Oh, yes." Tap to prophesy. "People are burned less."

"Not anymore," Polo replied.

It said: "But Seraphim will see." "That means you will never go to that place."

"Where?"

What people Y is puzzled by is the use of special words.

It said: "Heaven." An ugly smile appeared on his face. This is the smartest attempt ever. This is juggling theology.

Jack nodded slowly and nodded his lower lip.

The creature may be telling the truth: things connected to or similar to it will not be viewed benign by the saints and angels. He may be forbidden to enter heaven.

"Okay," he said, "you know what I should say, don't you?"

Person Y stared at him, frowning. No, it doesn't know. Then, when he saw Polo driving, his satisfied smile disappeared.

"What did I say?" Polo asked.

Defeated, he whispered this sentence.

"Chesera, sera."

Polo smiled. He said, "There is still a chance," he crossed the threshold, closing the door with a calm expression.

You can smell them before you see the children, their youthful sweat becomes stale in the hallway with forbidden windows, their frantic breath becomes sour, and their hair moldy. Then their voices were subdued by the restriction rules. Don't run, don't shout, don't whistle. do not fight

They call this a remand center for young offenders, but it is very close to the prison. There are locks, keys and guards. Liberalism poses few and far apart. They do not cover the truth well. This is a prison with a sweeter name, and all prisoners know it.

It's not that Redman has any illusions about his future students. They worked hard and were locked out for some reason. Most of them will rob you at the first sight. If it suits them, you will be paralyzed and sweat-free. It took him too many years to believe social lies. He knows the victim and the child. They are not misunderstood idiots, they are quick and sharp, immoral, like a razor hidden under their tongue. They have no emotions, they just want to go out.

"Welcome to the old town."

This woman's name is Leverton, or Leverfre, or-"I'm Doctor Levertal".

Levotal. Yes. He encountered "We have seen it in the interview."

"Yes."

"We are very happy to meet you, Mr. Redman."

"Neil, please call me Neil."

"We try not to show the last name in front of the boys, we found that they think they have been involved in your private life. Therefore, I hope you keep your Christian name purely during off-hours.

She did not provide her. Maybe a little impetuous.

Yvonne Lydia, he will invent something suitable.

She looks fifty years old, maybe ten years younger.

Without makeup and her hair tied tightly, he wanted to know that her eyes did not pop out.

"You will start classes the next day tomorrow. The Governor asked me to welcome you to the center on his behalf and apologize to you. He cannot be here himself. There is a funding problem."

"Isn't it always there?"

"It's a pity, yes. I'm afraid we are going upstream here; the overall mood in the country is very rule-oriented."

Is that a good thing? Defeat any kid caught like Jay Chou? Yes, his life was like this at the time. It was a nasty little dead end, and every bad thing was like sentimentality. She said: "The fact is that we may completely lose the old town, which is really regrettable. I know it doesn't look like much..."

"-But this is home," he smiled. The joke is among thieves. She didn't even seem to hear it.

"You," her tone hardened, "you have a solid background in the police force (did she say unhappy?). We hope that your appointment here will be welcomed by the funding authorities."

that's it. The token former police introduced reassurance powers to show their will in the discipline department. They really don't want him here. They need a sociologist to write a report on the impact of the class system on adolescent cruel behavior. She told him quietly that he was a strange person. "I told you why you left the army."

"You mentioned it. It's invalid."

"I won't work as a desk, it's that simple; they won't let me do what I do best. Some of them pose a danger to themselves."

His explanation made her look a little embarrassed. She is also a psychologist. She should eat this thing, this is a personal injury from his public appearance here. For Christ's sake, he will come to be clean. "So twenty-four years later, I went back to my back." He hesitated, then said. "I am not a symbolic policeman; I am not a policeman of any kind. The troops are separated from me. Do you understand what I mean?" "Good." She couldn't understand the **** words. He tried another method.

"I want to know what the boys were told."

"Have you ever told?"

"about me."

"Well, your background."

"I see." They were warned. The pig is coming.

"This seems important."

He grunted.

"You see, so many boys have a real problem of aggression. This is the source of difficulty for many people. They cannot control themselves and therefore suffer."

He didn't argue, but she looked at him seriously, as if he was watching.

"Oh yes, they suffered. That's why we worked so hard to express our appreciation for their situation; tell them there are other options."

She went through the window. Starting from the second layer, you can see ample reasons. The old town used to be some kind of real estate, and this main building also had a lot of land attached. A sports field, overgrown with grass in the midsummer drought. In addition, there are a bunch of houses, some dry trees, bushes, then barren wasteland, all the way to the walls. He looked at the wall from the other side. Alcatraz should be proud of this. "We tried to give them a little freedom, a little education, and a little sympathy. There is a popular notion, don’t criminals enjoy their criminal activities? This is not my experience at all. They are guilty of me, broken...a broken The victim threw a V shape on his back while wandering in the corridor, and his hair was divided into three places smoothly.

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