Super Trick or Treat System

First click the button. Its shape and oval are oval, full of curious triangle signs that the poor class hates. Hanley found it on the floor of his office. However, he realized that any number of superiors may have business dealings with the agency, and the existence of the button does not mean much.

He took turns checking the two paneled cards and fingerprint photos. He put down a powerful atom lamp and studied it with the help of a probe glass.

At the end of the five minutes, there was a whisper of surprise on his lips. He pushed away the glass and the lamp, and presented the last discovery he deliberately kept. notebook.

There is no reason to believe that it is the property of Nebula. Nebula did not look around for private reporters for private magazines. Hanley (discovered half of it hidden in the sink in front of the entrance to the Crater City Museum where the nightlife guard was murdered.

The notebook contains only one page. Written with heavy pen and ink:

The statuette is pure. I believe that failure analysis will prove this. However, whether the statuette will achieve its intended purpose is a question that can only be answered through experiments. If my interpretation of the chronicle is correct, then I must have thousands of copies, and to obtain them, it is necessary to find these ancient tombs. Does mark 54 make sense?

Phil Hanley read these words twice, then leaned over and frowned. At the moment, he makes a fuss, strides to the closet, and takes down a book titled "Ancient Mars-Weberian Theory of Early Life".

He moved the book back to the table, but before he opened the bookshelf, steps sounded along the outer corridor leading to his house. After a while, the door suddenly opened, and a figure crossed the threshold.

Hanley only gave an amazing recognition in a moment. Then, he saw the heat gun pointed directly at him, and then jumped past, he rushed to the connecting door of the next room.

Lee Bad Starr was out of breath when he arrived in the room. The clock on the mantelpiece showed five o'clock in the morning, and since midnight, he has been more interested in his fugitives.

He didn't know why, but he listened to the voice instructions in the letter. The single suggestion that his efforts might lead him to become his father's murderer stimulated him. He entered and received the package described. But this escape was a terrible test.

The person is on alert. All patrols in Crater City are ready. Infiltration walls are everywhere, enclosing the checkerboard into five hundred separate, distinctly guarded areas.

The chance that he missed the capture three times is trivial. When the electric motor leading to it in any one second might cause his body to become irritated by the discharge, he has crawled 60 feet through an exhausted square iron pipe. An expert closely followed his heels. He turned around in the dim canyon and walked from building to building through a supporting bar. It now appears that he can still hear his cry from the roof of the building in the street below:

"The death of Nebula!"

On the table, the package he took such a big risk opened. Li Huai frowned and looked at the contents: three small statues, gray in color and 18 inches high, each of them resembling the first dynasty armored Martian. To art collectors, they are undoubtedly wonderful works of art, but to Li Huai, they are meaningless.

The video bell rang. With a beating heart, Li Biao touched the stud and heard the voice again.

"Good morning, Nebula. We did it this time. I'm very happy."

He stared at the black screen silently. What does she look like, the owner of that disturbing voice? Is she black or white? Is it her? "Who are you?" he said hoarsely.

"There is no time now, Li Huai. Tell me, have you inspected the statue?"

He opened the vision panel, and then nodded.

"Look at them again. Look at their composition. This is not the sculpture that I-we are interested in. This is their structure. Li Huai, haven't you seen it? Yes."

He didn't see it, he waited for her to continue.

"-The same materials used by engineers for the construction work of the canal lock are the only materials that can withstand the radiation of the red desert sand.

"The statues are very old, Li Bad. They were carved during the construction of the original canal lock during the First Dynasty. There are almost none today. Unfortunately, if not, the canal project is doomed to fail.

"Now pick up a statue and examine its foundation. Do you see the little triangle protruding from it? Like a root, a stunted root sticks out to nourish."

The girl's voice became breathless. "Li Huai, that is your father's secret. He deciphered "The Lost Chronicles" in the last few days of his life, and it has been my work for many years. You see, chemical analysis proves that under certain conditions, it will grow The early Martians who bred themselves knew this, and they also knew that the time for this kind of Mars would no longer be here, so they designed these figurines to be superimposed on the corpses of living Martians, and the claws would fall. , Embed yourself in the body and absorb life."

"I-I don't understand." Li Badi said slowly.

"Let me put it this way. If the root of one of the statues is fixed to the body of a Martian, its roots will be attached to that body, and the statue will become a living parasite whose size will continue to grow and develop until Until the amoeba.-Similarly, it will be divided into two parts.

"Li Huai, a terrible conspiracy is brewing on Mars. Your father discovered this secret and realized that it was so deadly, and he planned to lock it in the Interstellar Council archives forever. But before he did so, He was murdered and the incomplete password was stolen. It has now been solved. Someone plans to sell a large amount to the development company that builds the canal lock, and they will create it by feeding these statues and thousands of statues. Unsuspecting Corpse of the Martian."

"But how?" Li Badi interjected.

"I don't know how to do it. Although I have put together the clues to this puzzle for several weeks. It was not until five days ago that I was able to completely decrypt the code of the Chronicle. I did it. I know that your father is also working The password is used because he and I often visit the same library, but accidentally discovered that the password was the reason for his murder.

"Once it starts, the plot will be a plague and a black Martian dies. Once it starts, these statuettes will multiply and grow. This is a sad part of it, Li Huai. After a certain number of statuettes are given life, They will also gain the mobility of themselves, did you know? This means that they will spread on their own, from the body of a Martian to another Martian, this is the black revelation of "The Chronicle"-this disaster was here It happened once on the planet and it was the cause of the complete extinction of the Martians in the First Dynasty."

He turned the grey figurine in his hand over and over again. Now his eyes sparkled, sparkling with excitement. Things fell in his brain like a puzzle.

"Check those images," the girl's voice suddenly ordered. "Don't you see any traces on them?"

He studied every inch of the surface one by one. Suddenly, his eyes caught a series of tiny scratches on the thigh of a figurine.

"54," he read slowly.

A moment of silence let him answer. Then he gasped in a low voice. She said: "This is the first part of the third code." "It means... wait... It means that the tomb is in the Durpa area of ​​the desert. Lee Bad, we have to go there."

"Grave?" he repeated.

"Yes, according to records, the secret store of thousands of parasitic figurines is hidden somewhere in the red desert. The first dynasty Mars, you see, for this, the emergency preparedness they know is inevitable, disappearing from this and that Before they knew the plague characteristics of images.

"Li Huai, we have a game in our hands. Even now, the person who stole the statuette for the first time may go directly to the mausoleum."

Lee Bad Starr took out the cigar and ignited it mechanically. Then he asked a question. "You must have personal interests in this matter. What is this?"

She also has the answer. She said: "My brother is one of the technical officials of the Canal Lock project. The murder charge against him is trapped. He can choose to "expose" to intellectual property personnel or agree to accept everything. There may be no problem with the unknown source. Q. He has agreed.

"I... I love my brother, but this is beyond personality. This is a plague, a mass murder; all Mars is in danger."

Lee Bad Starr made a decision immediately. "Where can I meet you?" he said.

She considered it. Then, "You will find instructions at the entrance. Good luck, bad Li."

Half an hour later, Li Huai climbed out of the tube cage and came to a deserted square on the outskirts of the crater. In front of him, the light above his head was dim, and the slogan read:

canal

Actively prohibit trespassing

At your own risk

In front of the sign stood a small pavilion covered with dusty announcements. Li Badi waited impatiently, walking back and forth. Then his eyes saw a small envelope sticking out of the gap in the wall of the kiosk. It has no name or address, but the surface is designed by the constellation Orion.

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