Super Trick or Treat System

And Liane? I leave her to you to judge. She is a woman; classify herself.

After all, I am an old man, maybe I have forgotten the lifestyle of women. I don't want to judge. On the one hand, I am called bitter and difficult, but on the other hand I am condemned as weak as I grow older.

I told you the story of the fire priestess Liaen.

How would you rate the smart and reliable members of this generation?

Here is an explanation without any meaning. In this regard, everything Vic Butler has done is meaningless. The place where his rich scientific knowledge is hidden in his shaky red-haired portrait has always been a mystery to me. The notes are as follows:

Dear Pete:

If you understand, I will be in trouble and promise to take some action.

If you feel uncomfortable with the airplane peddling, please go out and break into the laboratory. Old son, I would like to leave you a note here. After you read it, you can let your conscience guide you.

Bring a door, and a lot of ammunition. Hope not, at Aunt Cleo's, so don't contact her and spoil her visit.

Vic

That morning, I had a very hot prospect waiting in line for the demonstration, but I didn't even stop to call him. Vic and I have been buddies ever since we were children. Besides, he is Hope's brother.

Vic's residence was on the river, about ten miles from the town, and my little tan sports car arrived in ten minutes. The traffic in the business district made me a bit slow.

This place is not pretentious at all. This is a careless, lazy house, constructed mainly of natural stone, stretching its length comfortably in the shadow of a large maple tree. Palin, a full-time Vick employee, hurried out to greet me because I locked the wheel on the drive in front of the door.

"I'm glad you are here, sir!" He was breathless. "I'm about to call the police; sir, I'm sure. Things like this happen all the time, I don't know what to think!"

"What's the matter, Palin? Where is Mr. Butler?"

"That's it, sir! That's it, where is Mr. Butler? and-"

"Please wait a moment! Cut it short, Palin. What happened?"

"I don't know that yesterday afternoon, Mr. Butler wrote me a letter, which I sent me specially this morning. It was for you. I think you understand, sir?"

"That's why I am here. Go on."

"Well, after that, he locked himself in the workshop, so Mrs. Palin said, sir, as you know, she is a housekeeper, sir, he left no news to disturb him eating.

"We don't think much about it. As you know, Mr. Butler works around the clock. But when Miss Hope came home unexpectedly this morning-"

"what?"

"Her visit time was shortened by a few days, her aunt made other tenants unexpectedly show up, and Miss Hope only arrived this morning the first thing was when I returned from the city after sending the letter to you ,Mr.

"Mrs. Palin just introduced her to her master, and Miss Hope is looking at his room. He is not there and the bed hasn't slept yet. "Poor dear," she said, "He is half dead and left. The terrible crib he put in the laboratory," Miss Hope said... "I let him sleep. "

"But just a few minutes ago, sir, before you arrived, she became nervous and patted the door. There was no sound. So she went to the master’s room, found a key, and walked in. Now she doesn’t answer. We are preparing to call the police!"

"Let's go in!" I hurried past Palin, through the cool, quiet hall, to the wide door that led to the large room behind the house, which was Vic's laboratory.

! hope! "I tried my best and called their names. There was no response.

"Is there another key, Palin?" Me

"No, sir; I don't know. The owner is very picky about his studio."

"Can we come in through the window?"

"No. If you remember correctly, they are banned and have frosted glass, so you can't even see them."

"Then give me an axe!" I commanded "Quick!"

"Axe?" Palin hesitated.

"An axe-hurry up!"

Palin murmured in protest, then hurried away. I turned to Mrs. Palin, and Mrs. Palin came to ascertain the result of my yelling.

"How long has Miss Hope been in there?"

"Sir, how long? I think twenty minutes before you come. Maybe twenty-five. I didn't pay special attention, sir. She went in as soon as she got the key. A few minutes later, I heard a buzzing, maybe I thought Mr. Butler was showing her some of his new things, as he always did. Then there was a call to him, and I couldn’t get both of them to answer. That’s what Mr. Palin and I began to worry about time."

"I understand." Palin hurriedly picked up the axe, and I motioned them to leave. I swung the axe, and the head of the weapon hit the lock. The **** clicked to the floor, but the door was not there.

I put the axe down again, and something suddenly broke. The third blow turned the door open.

Cautiously, out of fear that I don't know anything, I entered a familiar room. Obviously, nothing disturbed. There is no sign of confusion anywhere. The blanket on the cramped crib in the corner of the room has not been unfolded.

But Vic and Hope are not in sight.

Stay at the door with your wife," I suggested. "I don't know what's wrong here, but something happened. No need for all of us to enter. "

My second glance at the room was more deliberate. On my right are large generators and switchboards, which are shiny, with copper busbars and intricately wired. Next to me was a long workbench, which swept the entire room, filled with dozens of devices for experiments. On my left is a large device, which is strange to me. On a small enamel table next to it, there was a rather large piece of paper with a cracked Florentine flask.

Out of some panic, I grabbed the paper. Vic said in his note that he would leave me another note here. That's it, because my name is a bold draft at the top. The following is his incomprehensible text:

Dear Pete:

First of all, let me say that you have not specifically asked to do anything about it. If I get into trouble, it is my own business, and because of my bull's head, you often remind me.

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