Super Trick or Treat System

He urged: "Look, let us be reasonable."

Li Badi said: "I am willing."

"You shouldn't **** me!" shouted.

West interrupted: "He is worth it to me."

The Asian swallowed again. If he reaches the explosion point, his anger will radiate like boiling anger. "As I said, let us stay rational and discuss this together."

"Very happy," West agreed. "What is more reasonable than a dead body?"

This question surprised Cusso. But only for a moment. "Think about it, you are right. To me, anything I have seen is more pleasant than a dead body. In other words, are you still determined to take up that position voluntarily, or should I say terms?"

"Anytime," West replied. He added: "As I said to Kurt some time ago, I am very tired of this plane of existence. I want to see the scene there. It's not that I don't know."

"Do you know how it feels after death?" Cusso asked, even curious.

"Of course," West said in a positive tone.

Listen, Li Huai once again gave people the impression that this silly person was delaying time again. On the other hand, he may tell the literal facts, he may know the end of life. If so, let this possibility slip away in a hurry. He now has to consider more things than brain cells to accomplish this task.

"What's that like?" asked.

"Have you heard of heaven-"

"Yes."

"That's where I am going."

When he spoke, West disappeared.

Shocked silence enveloped the large gallery. Opened his mouth, stood and leaned forward. On the floor, the lieutenant dared not sit up. He didn't even dare to speak.

"Look! That's the way they go. I can't stop them."

Cuso yelled at his men.

Li Badi found his hands and feet tied together. A violent lunatic was walking around on the floor beside him. Kuso kicked him from time to time. The Asian leader screamed loudly and invited Li Badi to disappear. Li Huai tried to protest that he was not one of the newcomers, and knew nothing about the way they disappeared, which did no good.

In Cusso's view, he is one of them.

He will be treated like this.

thirteen

At first, the match lighted under his toe nail was injured like a demon. He had never known such pain. Then he forgot the match under the toenails. They started to illuminate them under his fingers.

"Where did they go?" screamed. "How did they do it?"

For a long time, Li Badi stopped trying to say that he didn't know. He didn't speak, just shook his head. This is all he can do. Thinking that shaking his head is a stubborn refusal to answer. He kicked the colonel in the face.

With a kick, the head of the game rang. This is the effect-as if a third person suddenly joined the party. After that, the pain caused by the kick does not seem to be that important. The torture of his nails during the game seems to have decreased.

It does not mean that contact with racial thought eliminates pain or reduces pain. Fire is still fire, and torture remains. But neither is very important.

other things.

Li Huai tried to focus on other things. In the room, yelling Kusso, two Asians who overwhelmed him, and the third squeezed the game under his nails. The trembling lieutenant, he eagerly obeyed the leader’s orders, all of which seemed blurred and blurred. blurry. These are true. no doubt. But his mind is touching another reality that makes these things special. Time began to lose its meaning.

He wondered if he fainted. Another problem appeared in his thoughts, like a sailboat circling in the wind. Is he dying?

The idea was not shocking. If that is the case, then he is ready.

"You didn't faint, and you didn't die." The game's mind whispered to him. "Get closer to me."

"How can I approach you?"

"Let go." The voice of racial consciousness was like an endless whisper on the other side. "Let go and find me."

Dimly, he wanted to know how to let go. The answer accompanies this question. The meaning of these words is exactly the same as what they say, meaning literally-let go.

When he performed the actions that accompany this sentence, the Grand Gallery Cousso, the lieutenant and the torturer gradually disappeared, becoming part of a misty world that seems to have no real existence. Even the pain disappeared.

"Come on," the racial consciousness whispered time and time again, a seductive voice irresistibly attracted him.

Suddenly, he returned to the gallery. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he realized that some time had passed, enough for them to build a portable radio transmitter in the gallery. The scene looks very powerful. A yellow-skinned operator crowded on the control.

Li Badi thought: "Contact the Asian headquarters." He knew that his thoughts were correct.

Shaking somewhere far away from the mountain at night. He knows the meaning of sound. The rocket ship is landing or exploding, possibly the latter. Rows of heavy Asians walked through the gallery.

Seeing their burden, Li Bai knew what happened in the cabin of that ship. The equipment in the hidden center is here. He saw part of the super radar passing over the sweaty Asian soldiers' backs, and he knew the direction to go.

Knowing this, he felt pain. With Western super radars, unless some way can be found to shield the frequencies used, there will be no American secrets to pry into the eyes of Asians.

This kind of shielding may be useful for the laboratory, but it cannot shield the movement of troops, take off and land. These will be made public like advertisements.

His face is wet. He didn't realize this until another bucket of water hit him. An Asian bent over to look at him, opened his eyes, and muttered with satisfaction. They started with his fingers again.

The radio operator called and gave him a message. Li Huai did not understand this language, but the Asian leader was both shocked and elated. He yelled to those who wanted to afford faster.

"There is not much time left. The big bomb is coming."

"What bomb?" Li Bad thought. Here comes the answer. As Cuso warned that their preparations might be well known, the Asians decided to launch their super bomb immediately. Under the influence of this knowledge, there was turbulence within Li Huai.

When the torturer started the operation again, the real pain came from his fingertips.

"Do you want to die?" Race Mind whispered in his thoughts.

Although he could not contact him, he could still be reached on the playing field. "You have suffered all the necessary suffering. You have complied with the law. If you want, you can join me."

"I-" Li Huai stopped his thoughts. This is fantasy, the product of torture and almost dissolution. He thought that his own imagination was deceiving him.

Here comes the answer: "This is not your imagination." "This is what you call racial thinking."

"but-"

"How did you know? You don't know yet. At this point, you must accept me with confidence." The thoughts that flowed smoothly into his mind fell silent, and then came again, stronger than before. "Do you want to die? You have got the right."

"No," Li Bad replied. He yelled again. "no no!"

"The road ahead of you will be difficult."

"I don't care how difficult it is. There is work to do!" He shouted these words again.

"Very good. This is your choice. As long as your strength continues, you can stay in the world." The whispered voice in his mind became silent.

Continue to scream. The pain was struggling in his consciousness again. When he woke up, he realized that he was yelling at the detective to stop.

He also realized that Asians had stopped. There is sound in the gallery. The air flooded it, as if coming out of the wall of the mountain itself.

The notes of the violin!

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