Super Trick or Treat System

"Yes." Kane wiped his hand on his forehead. The woman was working near the cat, and her eyes turned to look at every word of her husband to see how he reacted. So far, he has done nothing, said nothing, just sat there drinking.

However, the cat is not the reason the couple entered the Venus Jungle. Animal hunting is an arduous sport for them. They have done it in the past, and some have become boring.

They are now looking for bigger games. gem. They flew all the way from Earth to Mars, from Mars to Venus. To be sure, the gem is a myth, which is a fantasy in the ancient Venus legend. But they paid a high price for his trip, and he would not ask any questions.

The woman stayed with the cat. "How old are these gray cats, Mr. Kane?"

"Eight to ten feet long," Kane said. "It's about like a big horse."

"Only they are cats, with claws, fangs and all other things."

"Essentially."

Jianjian felt a little tight in his heart. The woman is trying to break through her husband's armor because somewhere, he must have had trouble hunting cats. tiger. Still the panther. Maybe it's the swallow of Mars. But she has not found the target yet.

Since they landed, the person raised his head and spoke that time. "Mr. Kane, how far would you say this temple is?"

"Fifty miles," Kane said.

"How close can we get down?"

"I want eight to ten miles."

"Can't we get closer than this?" the man asked.

Kane said: "I don't think so." "The temple is located on a fairly large piece of land, and I can't put the boat there. The nearest clearing we found was about eight to ten miles away."

The wife went to her chair and sat down. "So, does that mean we have to cross the country where the cat is?"

Kane didn't answer, and the man looked back at his knees. Time moves slowly in the damp jungle.

"Charles, please scar Mr. Kane," the woman said, her voice suddenly disappearing from the silence.

Fairchild picked up the cup from the armrest of the chair and placed it tightly around the waist. When holding the glass, the muscles on his forearm were ridged and his knuckles turned white.

"Don't be shy," the woman said with a smile. "I'm sure Mr. Kane wants to see what cats can do."

She looked at Kane as if to tell him a pleasant family story, which has been nurtured between her husband and her until now. "This is a leopard, Mr. Kane. A vicious leopard. You know, Mr. Fairchild didn't hit him, so he came to Charles from here," she patted herself under her neck. "Here." She touched her waist. "This is a long scar, Mr. Kane. Isn't it, Charles? About three inches wide, and then..."

The man leaned the wine glass on the arm of the chair. "Shut up, Janet. I will tell you well. Shut up!"

"Charles," she blinked in surprise. "I just want to tell Mr. Kane because he was also hunted, although I don't know if these gray cats are like leopards."

The man's eyes were widened and angry. "I won't tell you again, Janet."

"I'm sorry, Charles." She smiled definitively at him, and then blinked again. "I think we are excited about tomorrow, aren't we?"

Fairchild Semiconductor put his gaze back into his cup, found that the cup was empty, and then filled the cup.

"Don't I want you to have a drink, Mr. Kane?" said the lady.

Kane said, "Not now."

"Oh." Her voice groaned. "But I think we should celebrate. Charles and I have been finding gems here, we are sitting within fifty miles of it, and I think we should all celebrate."

Talk to it without looking up. "Maybe Mr. Kane really doesn't believe in the existence of gems. Do you, Mr. Kane?" he said, looking up.

Kane smoked a cigarette from the package in his shirt. "I just paid for taking you to a temple, not thinking."

Fairchild Semiconductor said: "You are avoiding this question." Now his eyes are a little dazed.

Kane lit the cigarette and blew the smoke into the humid air. He remained silent. "I've heard of it. Everyone in the colony has heard of it."

"Correct," Fairchild said. "Everyone in the system has heard of it."

Kane agreed: "This is a very popular myth."

The man stood up. "This is not a myth, Mr. Kane. It exists and is in that temple, do you hear me? There is no myth of confusion about it, just a cold truth. I will find it and take it out of it. There! is that clear?"

Kane looked at the tight figure of the man. He smoked. "I told you, Mr. Fairchild, I just paid to drive this ship, and I don't get paid to think. I have a responsibility to take you to the temple. That's all."

"Listen," Fairy Boy said, walking through Kane, reaching for Kane's shirt. "Don't be crazy about me..."

Kane patted the man's hand.

"Charles!" the woman said.

The man blinked and patted his hand against his chest. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kane," he said finally. "It doesn't mean to fly like that. You have to know, a little nervous. All the time in space, I search like this. We are around here, I'm too nervous." He turned back to his chair and sat down. His face became very sad again, and the lines around his mouth and eyes looked deeper.

The woman chuckled. She said to Kane: "You don't want to concentrate at a time like Charles." "It means a lot to him to find gems. They say it is worth the wealth of the system, so Charn must have it, Mr. Kane. Because he has no money anymore."

The man pleaded, "For heaven, Janet."

"Are you ashamed of poverty?" she asked falsely. She stood up and began to pulsate back and forth, Kane noticed the easy way she moved, the part swayed and the muscles of the case rippling. "No, he is not ashamed of poverty," she said, looking at Kane. "He's scared, Charles, isn't he?"

Putting the glass on his lips, when he put it down, he could see that it was empty again.

The man refilled the glass, placed it in front of him, and looked at it as if he might find another world there, a peaceful world, where there are no cats or red-haired beauties, there may be peace and nothingness in this world fear. He raised the cup, trying to taste the world. His eyes are getting stickier.

"I will tell you why he is afraid of poverty, Mr. Kane," the woman continued. "This is because Charles is not only yellow punk in terms of cats, but also because he is afraid of losing his wife, isn't it, Charles?"

Kane felt himself cut off by the woman's voice. He knew that he was observing something that should be included in the seal of marriage privacy. But there, he was caught in the middle, the woman swinging back and forth, and the man seemed to knead further, sitting on a chair, hanging on a Scotch cup, as if everything else could hang on it. To.

They will walk ten miles tomorrow. Sweet, Kane repeated it to himself, it was really sweet.

The woman said, "Charles, you know," stopped to turn to Kane and said, "The only way he wants me to hold is with money. Now, he puts every penny he keeps into the hunt. So that he can find Scris’ gems. And keep his lovely wife. Mr. Kane, did you know? She gently put her hand on the view and can see the weakest swing. "He is right. ,You know. "

Jianjian remained silent.

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