Super Trick or Treat System

He said in a broken, vague, suffocating voice: "Oh, God, Jason, those children, those children-if you have any questions about your work, any questions about everything you do, please Think about it, think you have saved the whole world from it, 139 think you have done something you couldn't do!"

My own voice was tightly bound to embarrassment. "It's better to wait until we are sure whether the human race can tolerate it, you'd better leave this porch. To be immune to me, but damn, you are not." But I had to take him, take him out of the house like a child . He looked up at my face and said with sincere sincerity: "I want to know if you believe that I will pay ten times my life for this?"

This is a strange and serious reward. But it comforted me vaguely. Then, when we walked into the village itself, I comforted myself, or tried to lose myself, to comfort the frightened entourage who had never seen a city on the ground, had never seen or heard of an airplane. I avoided Kyla. I don't want to say the last word, farewell. We have bid farewell.

Foss did an excellent job preparing the dormitory for the trailer. After installing it comfortably and rest assured, I got down tired and dressed in Jay Allison's clothes. I looked out the window of the mountains in the distance, and the boundary between a book about mountain climbing, this book I bought in an alien world, and Jay has always been a fragment of a wanderer’s personality, in my mind Violent conflict occurred in:

Hidden things-go find it...

Something out of scope is lost...

I just started life. When I first discovered life, I undoubtedly should be better than this. Should the person who doesn't know how to live live a perfect life? Jay Allison-the cold man who has never surpassed any vision-why should I be lost in him?

Things beyond the scope are lost...nothing will be lost except myself. I began to hate the long sense of responsibility that brought me back here. Now, it's too late, and I feel very sorry...Kayla provided me with life. Of course, I will never see again.

Will I regret things I will never remember? I walked into Foss' office, as if I was dying. I'm...

Foss greeted enthusiastically.

He insisted: "Sit down and tell me everything..." I would rather not speak. Instead, I made a complete report... When I spoke, a curious flicker appeared in my consciousness. By the time I realized that I had reacted to the post-hypnotic suggestion, I actually had to accept hypnosis again. It was too late. I can only think that it is worse than death because in a sense I am still alive. ..

Jay Alison sat up, carefully straightened his cuffs 140 and opened his mouth with a smile. "So, do I think the experiment was successful?"

"Completely successful." Foss's voice was harsh and annoyed, but Jay did not waver. For many years, he knew that most of his subordinates and superiors did not like him, and long ago stopped worrying about it.

"The tow trucker agreed?"

"They agreed." Forth said in surprise. "Don't you remember anything?"

"Nonsense. It's like a nightmare." Jay Allison looked down at the back of his hand, carefully bent his fingers to prevent pain, and smoothed the partially healed red slash. Fusi followed the direction of his eyes and said without sympathy: "Don't worry about your hand. I look at it very carefully. You will use it fully."

Jay said rigidly: "It seems to be taking considerable risks. Have you ever stopped thinking about what it means to me to lose my hand?"

"Even if you are at risk, it seems to be a reasonable risk," Forsi said flatly. "Jay, as you told me, I have taped the whole story on tape. You may not like the gaps in memory. Want to hear what your other self is doing?"

Jay hesitated. Then he spread his long legs and stood up. "No, I don't think I want to know." He waited, arrested by a sore muscle, and then frowned.

What happened, he never knew, why random pain brings deeper pain than nerve tear? Foss looked at him, and Jay asked irritably, "What's the matter?"

"You are such a cold fish, Jay."

"I don't understand you, sir."

"You won't," murmured. "Funny. I like your subordinate personality."

Jay Chou's mouth showed a ruthless smile.

"You will," he said, then quickly turned around.

"Come on. If I want to work on that serum project, I'd better check the volunteers, line up blood donors, and read the old papers."

But the hills outside the window were incomprehensible and attracted his attention. A puzzle and a puzzle—

"Absurd," he said, and then went to work.

Four months later, Jay Alison and Randall Foss stood together, watching the last plane that disappeared, and bringing the volunteers back to Katun and its mountains.

"I should fly back to Katun with them," Jay said moodily. Foss watched the tall man staring at the mountain. Want to know what is behind the hidden gestures and contemplation. 141

He said: "Jay, you have done enough. You work like a devil. Thurmond bluntly stated that he would get official praise and promotion. This didn't even mention what you did in the city of infantry. "He put his hand on his colleague's shoulder, but Jay shook it off impatiently.

Through all the work of isolating and testing blood components, Jay has been working tirelessly and tirelessly. Hardly sleep, but contemplation; silence, easy to fly into the sudden barbaric trend, but it is hard. He almost supervised this path as his father, but he came from afar. He did not hesitate to provide them with comfort, but he refused to see them in person unless it was unavoidable.

Thinking about it, we played a dangerous game. Jay Allison made his own adjustments to life, and we broke this balance. Did we break that person? He is exhausted, but **** it, it's a loss! He asked: "Well, why don't you fly back to Katun with them? Kendricks is gone, you know. He wants you to go to the last minute."

Jay Chou did not answer. He avoided Kendricks, the only witness of his dual identity. In all his nightmares, avoiding anyone who calls him Jason becomes crazy. Once, he met Rafi Scott on the lower level of the headquarters. He turned around frantically and fell into the hall and corridor like a madman so as not to face the man. Finally, he ran four flights of stairs and hid in his room. Here, the heart of the criminal being hunted beating. At last he said: "If you ask me to come here and read it to me, then you don't want the commotion of traveling to Hayles!"

"No, no," said fairly, "a visitor came. Regis Hasdull sent a message that he wanted to see you. In case you don't remember him, he is on the Jason Project-"

"I remember," Jay said coldly. It was almost a clear memory of him-the nightmare of the ledge, his bent hand, the shameful body of the Dakowan woman, and-the Dakowan nobleman who obscured these things once again drove him to Jason. "Compared to you, he is a better psychiatrist than you. He turned me into Jason because of the flashing eyelashes, which makes you half a dozen hypnotic."

Say: "I've heard of power, but I have never been lucky enough to meet someone in person. Tell me. What did he do?"

Jay was angrily and shrugged in control. "Ask him, why not. Look, Foss, I don't really want to see him. I didn't do it in Diablo; I did it because it was my job. I would rather do it 142 Get the whole thing. Why don't you talk to him?"

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