Super Trick or Treat System

"I'd rather he wanted to see you in person. Jay, you did an amazing thing, man! Damn, why don't you hold your foot high? It's normal once! Why, I **** if one insists on congratulating me personally , I would almost feel proud!"

Jay's lips twitched, his voice irritated under his control. "Maybe you will. I don't think so."

"Well, I'm afraid you have to do this. In the above, when a request is made, no one will refuse, and of course it will not be as reasonable as this request." Foss sat at the table. Jay slammed the woodwork violently with his clenched fist, and when he lowered his hand, there was a small drop of blood on his knuckles. After a minute, he walked to the sofa and sat down, straight and stiff, without saying a word. Until they heard the sound of the buzzer, and then pulled the cigarette holder towards him, neither of them spoke. He said: "Tell him that we are honored, you know the dignitaries' routines, and then send him here."

Jay twisted his fingers and placed his thumb on the ridge of the scar tissue along the knuckles in a new gesture. Aware of a new quality in the silence, and started talking to break it, but before he could do this, the office door slid open in the beam of silence and stood there.

Stand up politely, like a mechanical doll shaking on the strings. The young Dagowan ruler smiled charmingly at him:

"Don't bother, this visit is informal; that's why I'm here instead of inviting you two to the tower. Dr. Foss? It's nice to see you again, sir. I hope our thanks to you will be taken soon A more tangible form. Since you provided the serum, the fever of the tow trucker has not caused any death."

Jay Chou remained motionless, watching the old man succumb to the deliberate charm of the young man in pain. With a chubby, wrinkled old face with a joyful smile, Foss said: "A gift to the dragger in your name is very welcome, Lord Hastur."

"Do you think any of us will forget what they did?" Regis replied. He turned to the window, tempting the man standing there. Not moving since his first traditional polite gesture:

"Dr. Alison, do you remember me?"

"I remember you," Jay Allison said glumly.

His voice hung heavily in the room, and it sounded filled with his ears. All his sleeping, nightmarish contemplation, all his bottled hatred and the memories he tried to bury erupted. 143 The pain of this half-familiar young man in this world and insulting him, for the Jason he hated. And notorious. Because of Jay, Regis suddenly became a symbol of a world that hated him, forcing him to become a fake human model.

A black gust of wind seemed to blur the room. He said hoarsely, "I remember you were fine." He took a savage and painful step.

The unexpected heavy blow made it spin, and in the second minute, he never touched another person again, unless he used a long-distance healing hand, a closed steel-like, fierce hand around the throat. The world is becoming more and more popular. There were screams and sudden noises in his head...

"You better drink this." Forth said, and then I realized I was holding a paper cup in my hand. When I lifted it to my lips to drink, I sat down, somewhat weak. Regis removed his hand from his throat and said hoarsely, "Doctor, I can use some."

I put down the whiskey. "I want to use water better until your throat muscles are healed." I said quickly, and then filled him with a disposable cup without thinking. Give it to him. I suddenly felt depressed and stopped, my hand shook, dripping a few drops. I swallowed hoarsely and said, "-But drink it-"

Regis fell a few times and said in pain, "My own fault. The moment I saw Jay Allison, I knew he was a lunatic. When only he surprised me, I would stop him sooner. of."

"But-you say him-I'm Jay Allison," I said, and then my knees became weak and I sat down. "What the **** is this? I am not Jay, but I am also not Jason-"

I remember my life, but the focus has shifted. I still feel the old love for the trailer and the nostalgia for the old time. But I do know with certainty that I am Jr. Jason Allison, Jr., who gave up mountain climbing and became an expert in Dakovan's parasitology. Not Jay Chou who rejected his world; not Jason who was rejected. Who is that again

Regis whispered, "I've seen you before. Once, when you were kneeling in front of the old man who was trailing the tail." He said with a whimsical smile, "As an ignorant superstition Dakovan, I want to say you He is a man who balances his **** and daemon."

I looked at the young Hastur helplessly. A few seconds ago, my hand had been in his throat. Jay or Jason is crazy about their hatred and jealousy, and they can refuse to take responsibility for the other's actions.

I can not

Regis said: "We can take a simple way to arrange 144 we never have to meet again. Otherwise, we can do it in a difficult way." He stretched out his hand, and after a moment, I understood that we were like Gang The strangers I knew shook hands briefly. He added: "Your work with the tow truck has been completed, but we are committed to teaching some people our science-matrix mechanics. Dr. Alison-you know Duckfer, I think we can work with you. Besides, , You also know something about skiing mental equipment. I intend to ask; would you like to be one of them? You would be ideal."

I looked at the mountains in the distance outside the window. This work-it will meet my needs for both halves. Irresistible power, immovable objects, and no ghosts wandering in my brain. "I will." I said to Regis. Then, I turned around and walked to the now deserted dormitory, where we were ready for the trailer. When my memory doubled or more, another ghost came to my mind. I thought of a woman who appeared vaguely in Jay Ellison’s orbit without being noticed. The tow trucker worked together and was tolerated because she could speak their language. I opened the door, searched the room briefly, and then yelled, "Kayla!" She came. Running messed up. mine.

At the last moment, she withdrew a little from my arms and whispered: "You are Jason, but you have more. Out of the ordinary..."

"I don't know who I am," I said quietly, "but I am me. Maybe it's the first time. Want to help me find out who it is?"

I am holding her, trying to find a way between memory and tomorrow. I have walked a strange road all my life, leading to an unknown horizon. Now, upon reaching my field of vision, I found that it only marks the edge of an unknown country.

Kayla and I will explore together.

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