Super Trick or Treat System

There is no doubt here! "The little chemist put the steel glasses on his high forehead and stared at his dinner guests with excited blue eyes. "Time will end at six o'clock this morning." "

The young radio engineer of the broadcast laboratory and the disciple of the host doctor all laughed from the bottom of their hearts.

He said: "How do you spin, doctor." "Write for the movie."

"But it's true," the older man insisted. "Something paralyzes our time. The last stroke will happen at dawn."

"Bosh! You mean the earth will stop spinning and the stars will flash out?"

"Not at all. This kind of thing has nothing to do with time. You may know your shortwave, but sadly, your general education has been ignored." The scientist is very heavy. "Maybe this can explain what I mean. This is derived from the "Critique of Pure Reason" by Emanuel Kant. Listen:

"Time is not something that exists in itself, nor is it something that exists in things as an objective decision. Therefore, when the subjective conditions of the intuition of things are abstracted, time does not exist. Because in the former case , This will be a real thing, but it does not show the perception of any real object. In the latter case, as a certain order inherent in the thing itself, it cannot precede things as a condition of things, nor can it pass a priori synthesis Propositions to distinguish or understand. But when we regard time as the subjective condition of all intuitions, all of this is possible.

"There. Is this clear?"

"Clear to the bottom," the baron grinned. "Kant is too deep for me."

"I'll give you another proof," Mantis patted. "Look at your watch."

The other pulled out his clock. His face slowly became sober.

"Why, I can't see the second hand," he cried. "Just a blur!"

"Yes! Look at the minute hand now. Can you see it moving?"

"Yes, it's obvious."

"what time is it?"

Some people stood like statues.

"Half passed. Great Scott! So that's why the yarn was spun." The baron lifted his six-foot-high foot from the easy chair. "This has exceeded your bedtime. This is not to keep you healthy." He looked at his watch again, as if it had betrayed him. "It looks like we have just finished eating. I must have fallen asleep..."

"Nonsense." Mantis smelled. "You arrived at eight o'clock-an hour late. You had dinner with my daughter and me. Then the two of us went in here. We smoked a cigarette or two. It's half a cigarette now. You need more Proof??

"Your theories are everywhere," the young man protested shakily. "If my watch is not damaged, then the time must be quickened rather than stopped."

"It depends on your feelings and not your intelligence. Please wait a moment. If the watch's running speed has doubled, it means that your perception of its movement has been reduced by 50%."

The baron sank into the chair and leaned forward, clutching the black curly hair with trembling fingers. He felt dizzy and confused.

"June." The doctor called. Then to the excited young man, he added: "If you still think I'm crazy, please watch my daughter come in."

When he was talking, the door flew open, and a slender golden girl shot into the room at twice the speed like a movie character in a movie. Li Bad's eyes could hardly follow her movements.

She came behind her father and put one arm on his shoulder. She spoke, but her usual voice was just a high-pitched squeak.

"Honey, you don't understand." Her father interrupted. "write down."

"June is using a drug that I intend to make her time feel normal," Mantis explained, as the girl's pen was running on the mat. "That's why she disappeared after dinner. I hope you can make full use of it. Read this now."

The girl’s message read: "The deadline is approaching." "You'd better get the injection now. It's 2:30 in the morning."

"Well, prepare for subcutaneous injection." The chemist instructed. Before June's understanding, he had to repeat this in a false voice. "Bad one to Li too."

It travels at the speed of an express train in June.

The baron glanced at his watch again. The minute hand moves at the speed that the second hand normally moves. It's 3:15!

When he looked up, June entered the room with two hypodermic needles. She quickly took off her father's coat and got an injection.

"It's going to let her fix you too, boy, unless you want to be a stereotype," Mantis ordered. His voice started from a normal tone, and as the medicine took effect, his voice sounded like a police siren. Li Badi stretched out his arm blankly.

He pricked the needle and then roared in his ear like a hundred. The room seemed to be shaking and shaking. Li Bai stared at the watch he was still holding, saw the pointer slowing down, and finally returned to his usual speed. The unpleasant feeling gradually disappeared.

"It's almost a shave," the doctor said with a sigh of relief. "I can't wait that long, except that I want to experience the feeling of coming back from the edge of infinity. It's not great! It's like being pulled out of a whirlpool. It's 4:30. It took us an hour to get back to normal, although it seems only a few minutes. We are still an hour and a half away from the end. In June, did you notice anything unusual on the street?"

"Yes," his daughter whispered, her usually pungent face turned pale. "I have been watching from the balcony. It's terrible. People are crawling around in nightmares."

Trying to reassure her. His face was full of great sadness, but this sadness was concealed by greater scientific curiosity.

He said: "We cannot do anything for them now." "But we must learn everything. Let us go down and observe the demise of this city."

They descended on the escalator and hurried through the hotel lobby. The lights on Fifth Avenue gleamed as usual. The streets near the lower end of Central Park are still crowded. But such a crowd! They moved endlessly. Each step takes a few seconds.

But people obviously don't know what abnormality happened. Many people may be confused because their watches seem to work abnormally, but this has not stopped them from talking when they return home from the theater or nightclub. Two white-haired men passed by and engaged in business discussions. Their voices were adjusted so low that the three observers could hardly hear them, but their gestures were like the slow waving of the antennae of deep-sea plants.

"I am God, buddy!" The baron cried, and finally woke up from fear. "Why don't you warn the world? This is a crime. If what you say is true, then all these people will be rooted in their footprints at six o'clock, just like the characters in "Sleeping Beauty"."

"I only discovered this danger when I made the chemical formula a week ago." Mantis' eyes showed the pressure he was under. "This is a very delicate work, related to my experiments on chlorophyll-fast adjustments, you know. I have done it many times, but last week I couldn't mix the ingredients fast enough. I was confused. I did Further experiments were conducted. As a result, I found that my sense of time was slowing down. I tested it for six months and found the same thing. There is only one conclusion."

"But we are using drugs. How do you do this?"

"I recall that drugs like marijuana have greatly improved the sense of time. Addicts can look back on their lives or plan carefully planned criminal activities between two heartbeats. Therefore, I collected a small amount of these things. "

"But large doses of marijuana are deadly, and I heard that users who use it will become murderers sooner or later, as the Indians say."

The chemist admits: "It is true, but the Russian Andreev recently formulated a formula to counteract the deadly effect of the drug, but retain its long-term effect in medicine. I have added it to the drug purely. Drugs. In New York, there are not enough drugs to keep these people in a normal state for five minutes. Why should I frighten those poor things?"

When he watched the end of the world come, he became silent again, and others had no intention of asking more questions. So far, the pedestrian ranks have been reduced. The street lights have dimmed. The faces of the people who remained were getting more and more confused. problem occurs. They don't know what.

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