Super Trick or Treat System

Fraser was kept in a quiet, very private shelter, nothing more. All-until he escapes. When that happened, the story could no longer be quiet. The press was told that the people were warned. He was called a crazy threat. Police and secret services around the world are searching for him. His name became a pronoun. Where did he go? What will he do? What is his plan? Because he is still an amazing scientific genius. That part of his thoughts has not moved. When escaping, the doctor in charge of the case assured the media that Fraser's scientific thinking was as stable as usual.

That's it. In addition to his **** of science, he is a lunatic-inhumane, cruel, unreasonable. What would such a person do in the world? What might he not do? Now it is possible that this man is standing in front of us, his eyes are staring at us so intently, and his lips emit that hollow smile? Suddenly I got it! Those eyes! Those eyes are the shiny, empty, ruthless eyes of a madman!

"I understand," he said softly, "You have heard of me. But it has been three years since your world has seen me, right?" He laughed-the low laughter seemed to freeze the air around him . "They made me angry." His smile disappeared, and his eyes pierced us like steel needles. "I'm not angry! No madman can do what I have done for three years!" The expression flickered in his eyes for the first time-an illusory illusion flashed in an instant. "Do you want to see?" He leaned toward us. We bowed, but Bliss spoke.

"Very much, Doctor Fraser-"

"Don't call me!" The figure whirled like a tiger preparing for spring. "Don't call me that! I am the master! Call me the master! Speak." His voice was hoarse. "Go ahead, master!"

I clamped my teeth against the bloodless terror of the crazy voice. It makes my blood vessels chill. I felt my hair curled up on the scalp again. Bryce lowered his head. And his quiet and melancholy eyes just met Fraser's gaze.

"Of course, Master." His low English voice eased his silence. "When I say that we will be most interested in your achievements, I am sure I will represent Mr. Fowler and Lieutenant Ainsley."

Fraser was appeased. He relaxed. When he was filled with a cunning, cunning smile, he gently rubbed his hands. "You will follow me," he murmured.

He walked all the way through the vestibule, all the way to the sidewalk, until we stood under the stars again, and I was moved by the strange light again, like the afterglow of the setting sun, warm, faint and rosy. As if he had read my thoughts, Fraser turned to me.

"I will show you the source of this rosy light first; I believe this will give a lot of explanation." He walked along the low domed house, if it could be called one of the narrow passages between houses, Because they are slightly larger than kennels. He stopped on the six-foot-high wall surrounding the plateau. "Do you want to climb the wall?" he asked.

We hesitated in one breath. Is this a trap? The words of the man who led us to Fraser flashed in my mind. He said: "You are at an altitude of two thousand feet on the earth." Is that true? If so, will Fraser push us down the wall? But logic saved me immediately. Fraser brought us here, and there is only one thing he could have brought us: questioning us. Before asking these questions, is he easy to cause harm to us? Besides, will Fraser's subtle mind bend low enough to destroy the enemy by pushing it through the wall?

"Thank you." We murmured at the same time. Added: "The whole achievement is of great interest to us."

Fraser chuckled softly. He said: "It will arouse greater interest in the future." His stunned, gleaming eyes stopped at the first of us, and then a cold and satisfying glimmer. Then he raised his hand and opened a square door about the size of a porthole on the wall. To my surprise, the small door swayed back gently like a feather, with almost no sound of hitting the wall itself. Frazier answered my self-evident idea again.

"It has only substance," he said with a smirk. "In any case, there is no weight. The entire platform and its cabin are lighter than air. If I were to open this small door, that door would immediately emerge from my hand and rise straight to the stars. I call this substance. It is not only lighter than air, but also lighter than ether."

Bliss said: "But we are not floating." "We are still. Is your lightness offset by the weight of people and machines?"

Fraser shook his head. He said: "Not exactly." "But first look from this small window. Then I will explain."

We rush forward. For our benefit, we have almost forgotten the danger. Amazing! We stood side by side, staring at the small hole. We are suspended in space! Above us, the shining dark blue Arabian night, below us-far below-is covered with desert sand, which looks like rose and warmth under the same dim red glare, in a way Let us produce the afterglow effect. But we are not floating. We were anchored safely like a boat in a calm harbor.

We returned to Fraser, surprised, awed, and full of questions. He may be a lunatic, but he did a miracle.

"I will explain," he said, his eyes full of pride. "Of course, you know my huge discoveries related to the power of light. In any case, five years ago, the scientific community on Earth thought they were huge. In fact, it did nothing to my amazing progress over the past three years. Without light. What can't be done! Nothing!" Fraser's eyes became alive for the first time. They are illuminated. His whole body seemed to emit light, fire and genius. We listened, fascinated.

"For example," he continued eagerly, "that is the ray that I use to attract you and your plane. This ray is the pure power of the magnetic field. If you go all out, it will immediately attract anything. Fortunately, this Power can be regulated: I can switch levers in the laboratory, and draw things to me through the rays at any speed I wish one hundred, two hundred, or one thousand miles per hour."

"Can you throw it farther?" Fowler asked, and I knew he was thinking about the glider rising from the roof of Constantinople. Fraser also knew he was considering this.

"I didn't draw a glider," he said quietly. "The plane I sent did it. My plane was equipped with this kind of rays. Initially, I found that gliders were more practical than planes. On the one hand, they remained silent. My only problem was to slide them off the ground. Once they appeared in the air. , I can handle everything. It is this question that inspired the discovery and improvement of light. But, you ask me how far can I throw light? Effective at 200 miles. At 100 miles, it has all functions."

Bliss asked: "Then you can draw anything for you, within the radius of the electromagnetic rays?"

"Nothing," Fraser replied. "But of course I must be cautious. Be very careful. If I indiscriminately bring me the plane, I will attract my attention; my secrets and my position here will leak out. No. That must not be. So I The only plane I bring is my own-and yours." He stopped, and his black eyes scanned us. He finally said: "I am glad to pay you." "You have become too troublesome. You know too much. Sooner or later the time to merge the troops will come. That will be troublesome. So I decided to bring you here. "

"Suppose," asked curiously, "we haven't fallen into your trap yet? Suppose we turned around before reaching your ray effective point?"

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