Super Trick or Treat System

The night passed, and the sun rose from the ocean. When the violence of anger fell into the abyss of despair, my mood became calmer. I left the house, which was the horror scene of the quarrel last night, and then walked on the beach by the sea. I almost used it as an insurmountable barrier between me and other companions. No, I hope this fact can prove that this fact has been stolen in my heart. I hope I can spend my life on that barren rock. This is true, but it will not be interrupted by any sudden shock of pain. If I come back, it will be sacrificed or seeing my favorite person die under the control of a demon I created myself.

I wandered the island like a turbulent ghost, separated from everything it loved and miserable. At noon, the sun rose, and I lay on the grass, unable to sleep. I had been awake the night before, nervous, and my eyes were reddened by gaze and pain. My sleep addicted to me refreshed me. When I woke up, I felt once again that I belonged to a human race like me, and I began to meditate on everything I experienced. The devil's words still ring in my ears like a death knell. They look like a dream, but they are as vivid and depressing as reality.

The sun is far away, I am still sitting on the shore, satisfying my appetite, this has become hungry, there is an oatmeal cake, when I saw a fishing boat landing nearby, one of them brought me a small bag . There is a letter from Geneva and a letter from Kleiva, begging me to join him. He said he was wasting his time and it was useless. Letters from friends he made in London asked him to return to complete their negotiations for his Indian business. He could no longer delay his departure. But as his voyage may be earlier than he currently guessed, or even earlier than he now imagined, he went to London, and he begged me to do my best to give him everything in society. Therefore, he begged me to leave my isolated island and meet him in Perth so that we can head south together. This letter reminded me of life to a certain extent, and I decided to leave my island two days later.

However, before I leave, there is still a task to be performed, which I shudder. I must pack up my chemical equipment, and for this purpose, I must enter the room where I used to work hard, and must pick up the utensils that make me uncomfortable. The next morning, at dawn, I mustered up enough courage to open the door of the laboratory. The remains of my destroyed semi-finished products were scattered on the floor, and I almost felt as if I was crushing human life. I stopped to collect myself, and then entered the conference hall. I transported the instrument out of the room with trembling hands, but I reflected that I should not leave the relics of work to arouse the farmers' fear and doubt. So I put them in the basket. That night, they laid them out with a lot of stones, determined to throw them into the sea; at the same time, I was sitting on the beach, working on cleaning and tidying up chemical equipment.

The changes in my feelings have been the most complete since the night of the demon. In the past, I was frustrated with my promise, but no matter what the result is, it must be fulfilled; but now I feel as if I have made a movie right in front of my eyes, and I see it clearly once. The idea of ​​renewing labor did not come to mind for a while. The threats I heard suppressed my thinking, but I did not reflect that my voluntary actions could avoid such threats. I have made up my mind that it would be the most despicable and cruel selfish act to create a demon like what I did at first, and I eliminated all thoughts that might lead to different conclusions from my mind.

Between two o'clock and three o'clock in the morning, the moon rises. Then, I put the basket on a small boat and sailed about four miles from the shore. The scene is very lonely. Several ships were returning to land, but I drove away from them. I felt as if I was committing a terrible crime, so I avoided an anxious encounter with my companion. Once, the moon that was clear before was suddenly spread by thick clouds, and I threw the basket into the sea while it was dark. When it sank, I listened to the gurgling sound and drove away from the scene. Although the sky was densely covered with clouds, the air was pure, even though the northeast wind was blowing cold. However, this refreshed me and was full of pleasant feelings. I decided to extend my stay on the water, fix the rudder in a direct position, and stretch myself under the boat. The dark clouds covered the moon and everything became obscure. I only heard the sound of the ship's keel breaking through the waves. The noise calmed me and I slept soundly for a short time.

I don't know how long I stayed in this situation, but when I woke up I found that the sun had risen. The wind is very strong and the waves are constantly threatening the safety of my boat. I found that the wind was northeast, which must have caused me to leave the coast on which I landed. I tried to change the course, but soon discovered that if I tried again, the boat would immediately fill up with water. In this position, my only resource is to drive before the wind. I admit that I felt some horror. I don't have a compass, and I am so familiar with this part of the world that the sun does not help me. I might be driven into the vast Atlantic Ocean, suffering from hunger, or swallowed by the huge waters around me. I have been out for many hours and feel the torment of thirst. This is the prelude to my other sufferings. I looked to the sky, which was covered by dark clouds blown away by the wind, and later replaced by others. I look at the sea; that is my grave. I said loudly: "Demon, your mission is complete!" I thought of Elizabeth, my father and Claireval, all of which remained, the monster could satisfy his passion for blood and cruelty. This thought made me fall into a desperate and fearful reverie. Even now, when the scene is always closed in front of me, I still keep thinking. I have been out for many hours and feel the torment of thirst. This is the prelude to my other sufferings. I looked to the sky, which was covered by dark clouds blown away by the wind, and later replaced by others. I look at the sea; that is my grave. I said loudly: "Demon, your mission is complete!" I thought of Elizabeth, my father and Claireval, all of which remained, the monster could satisfy his passion for blood and cruelty. This thought made me fall into a desperate and fearful reverie. Even now, when the scene is always closed in front of me, I still keep thinking. I have been out for many hours and feel the torment of thirst. This is the prelude to my other sufferings. I looked to the sky, which was covered by dark clouds blown away by the wind, and later replaced by others. I look at the sea; that is my grave. I said loudly: "Demon, your mission is complete!" I thought of Elizabeth, my father and Claireval, all of which remained, the monster could satisfy his passion for blood and cruelty. This thought made me fall into a desperate and fearful reverie. Even now, when the scene is always closed in front of me, I still keep thinking. I said loudly: "Demon, your mission is complete!" I thought of Elizabeth, my father and Claireval, all of which remained, the monster could satisfy his passion for blood and cruelty. This thought made me fall into a desperate and fearful reverie. Even now, when the scene is always closed in front of me, I still keep thinking. I said loudly: "Demon, your mission is complete!" I thought of Elizabeth, my father and Claireval, all of which remained, the monster could satisfy his passion for blood and cruelty. This thought made me fall into a desperate and fearful reverie. Even now, when the scene is always closed in front of me, I still keep thinking.

Several hours passed in this way; but as the sun gradually set, the wind gradually dissipated to a certain extent, the breeze was blowing, and the sea lost its breaking power. However, these make it expand dramatically. I felt sick and could barely hold the rudder. Suddenly, I saw a row of highlands facing south.

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