Super Trick or Treat System

Walk along the sidewalk like the characters in the slow motion picture to the small point of the three. She was crying. Huge tears formed as the pain slowed down and fell on her flushed cheeks.

"She's lost." June shouted. "Here, my dear, I'm coming to your mother."

She picked up the child and walked up and down the street. The mother is not in sight. She turned automatically to a policeman standing nearby.

"Official," she said quickly, "this girl is lost. Will you...?"

She froze in frustration. The police stared at her as if his eyes were not on her. Slowly, his gaze became the focus. There was a confused look on his Irish face. He said. It was just a vague rumble.

"Father, what can I do for her?" June cried and left the officer in despair. "She is dying. See? Can't we give her some medicine?"

Her father replied firmly: "For us, it is enough."

"But she will die in an hour!"

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's just in a state similar to rigidity. We have to wait. Li Huai, take her to the hall. Put her on the sofa."

When the radio engineer returned, dawn was beating the blue-black sky. The street lights flickered, and finally died. The street became empty, although people were still walking slowly around the subway pavilions.

Mantis whispered: "Five forty-five." The ending should come at any time. "

While he was speaking, a white-robed street sweeper had been leaning on the broomstick on the sidewalk since the onlookers reached the sidewalk, and he decided to move on. He stood up infinitely slow. He maintained his posture, swayed forward, then overcame his paralysis, stayed in a strange posture for a moment, then fell to his face.

As far as they saw in the half-darkness, others were falling. Keep your balance with your feet apart and stand like a statue. Those who fell slowly twisted once or twice, and then fell still.

After the humming of the body ended, the silence became terrible. There are no awakening birds in the trees of Central Park. No sheep bleeds in the shell. Except for my own breath and the sigh of the wind, there is no sound! Then a distant clock rang six notes. The noise caused them to turn and whitened each other.

"Come here," the doctor said heavily. "Everything is over. We might as well go up. We must walk. All power will be turned off. Twenty stories!"

He lobbied the hotel Atchison, and the duplex apartment on it was on the roof, now empty except for a few staff and waiters. These people sit down in front of a barbecue grill or a bench, as if only succumbing to unforgivable sins while sleeping. But they did not breathe.

When June passed through the thick carpet silently, June was close to his father's arm.

"When these corpses begin to decompose, this city will become a refuge." The baron hesitated. "Should we not go out of town when we have the opportunity?"

Mantis shook his head. "No. I firmly believe that these people are not dead. They are just out of time. Changes will not affect them. If I remember correctly, they will remain the same indefinitely."

"But there will be fires throughout the city."

"Not much. Power outage. It's very hot, so no stove is running. There are not even rats to bite, because animals must be affected like humans. The world is asleep."

After installing endless stairs, they regained the apartment and walked out on the balcony. It was daytime, but there was no smoke coming from the tall chimney. There are no birds on the wings. The elevated train station is on their tracks, and passengers and guards sleep inside.

"I still don't understand," the baron murmured. "The sun has risen. The wind is blowing. What if there is no time? Could this not cause any disaster?"

"In a sense, boy, this is a plague. It paralyzes people's sense of time. You have forgotten Kant's axioms. Time is purely subjective and therefore involved. It only exists in the mind. It and space are the only ones that are inherently in our brains. They enable us to perform our own actions in a large number of our own things that do not affect time."

"but-"

"Wait a minute. Let time be in the mind, not in the outside world. What happens if time is paralyzed? Doesn't this make people a disease-causing state like hypnosis?" The thought chain was terminated. "

Interrupted when seeing the engineer still confused:

She explained: "It's like enchanting." "Ancient legend is full of it-Sleeping Beauty, Brunhild, Rip Van Winkel. I firmly believe that in ancient times, a few people knew how to think The person who wants to hurt or protect draws fairy rings so that they can be placed outside. The influence of time and change. This has happened all over the world, perhaps due to the drift of the ether or certain bacteria in the brain. This is what we must find out Problem so that we can solve the mystery and take steps to awaken the world-"

"Maybe it will help," his turn interrupted. "As you know, all the great scientists-Einstein, Gines, Pavlov-firmly believe that everything in the universe is a form of vibration. They even think that they operate a bit like very short radio waves. Inside or outside the universe, is it starting to interfere with the thought wave channel?"

"Accept your hypothesis," Li Huai now stands on his own position, "it is impossible to transmit on this channel."

"Yes! Well, this is what I am sure of. I am a chemist, not an engineer. I have taken the lead for you. You will do the rest. Do you think you might find this interference?"

"Maybe. I will do my best."

"Well! Of course, if it shoots from outside the stratosphere like cosmic rays, there is no hope. But if someone is broadcasting such a demonic wave from an earth station, we may have a chance to stop it.

"Now, Baron, my child," he continued, appearing more relaxed and happy, and led his friends into the laboratory, "If you want us to keep ticking, we must be busy. This equipment is available for you to use. ." He waved to the newly installed shortwave radio transmitter. "This is the accumulator. It is fully charged." He opened another door. "I installed a five-kilowatt generator here. It is driven by a gasoline engine. If you need other equipment, you can raid the factory."

[To the main laboratory, he stated that the work table is set up close to a great double window overlooking Central Park.

"Can't ask for something better, can you?" He smiled. "Plenty of light, air, and city views. Look, you can even see the poor demons around the subway pavilion." His face became bleak. Then he shrugged, trying to get rid of frustration. "In June, I will do my best to help you. We can raid the store for food and marijuana. We are new here for breakfast."

In the next few days, the temporary scrappers worked endlessly. From dawn to late night, the radio receiver is tightly attached to the ear, and three twisted dials, adjustable rheostats and long-wave and short-wave band sounds can be heard. However, the ether that once beaten with music and friendly voices is now silent except for silence.

"It reminds me of Sunday morning when I was a kid," Mantis once commented. "The only way to be quieter. It makes me feel uneasy." His voice was hysterical.

When the doctor's nerves began to tremble in this way, the Baron always insisted that they all rest. During such vacations, they eat, play cards and help with housework. The little boy was surprised at the girl's calm in the desperate situation. Dressed in blue overalls, showing the color of her eyes, she flew around in the apartment, making delicious meals with canned food. When others were discouraged, she always felt happy. But she would never look out the window.

She explained: "I dare not see those poor people lying there like rag dolls." "The only thing that keeps me sane is that we can wake them up."

I lifted the cooker from his ear for the third day of the Baron, and confessed to the night of failure headphones.

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