Super Trick or Treat System

He gave in and laughed with me. "Remember where you were born?"

"In Samara. I came here when I was three years old-my father was drawing and exploring -" I was stunned for a moment. "he died!"

"Can you tell me your father's name?"

"Just like mine. Jay Jason-" The moment of memory disappeared in the middle of a word. This is a good attempt, but the effect is not good. The doctor said comfortingly: "We are doing very well."

I accused me: "You didn't tell me anything." "Who are you? Why are you asking me all these questions?"

He pointed to a sign on the table. I frowned and spelled out the letters. "...Director...Department..." and the doctor made a note. I said loudly, "Yes-Dr. Foss, isn't it?"

"do not you know?"

I looked down at myself and shook my head. I said, "Maybe I am Dr. Foss." For the first time, I noticed that I was also wearing a white coat with a medical staff logo on it. But it doesn't feel right, as if I am wearing someone else's clothes. I am not a doctor, am I? 87 I pushed back a sleeve slightly, revealing the long triangle scar under the cuff. Dr. Foss-now I am sure he is Dr. Foss-followed the direction of my eyes.

"Where did you get the scar?"

"Knife Fight. One of those bands who might not enter the city, attracted us to the hillside, we-" The memory has thinned again, and I desperately said, "It's all chaotic! What is going on? Why should I receive medical services? Am I having an accident? Amnesia?"

"Not exactly. I will explain."

I got up and walked to the window. It was unstable, because my feet wanted to walk slowly, but I wanted to break through some invisible nets, and then stepped there step by step. When I reached the window, the room remained as it was, and I swallowed the warm and sweet air. I said: "I can have a drink."

"Good idea. Although I usually don't recommend it." Foss reached into the drawer and took a flat bottle. Pour the brown liquid into a disposable cup. A minute later, he poured more for himself. "Here. Sit down, man. You make me nervous and hover like that."

I did not sit down. I strode to the door and threw it open. Foss's voice was low and tense.

"What's wrong? If you want, you can go out, but won't you sit down and talk to me for a minute? Anyway, where do you want to go?"

This problem makes me uncomfortable. I held my breath and returned to the room. Foss said, "Drink this." Then I fell down. He refilled the cup without filling it, and I swallowed it, feeling the lump in the center loosen and dissolve.

Foss said: "claustrophobia is also very typical." Then draw more text on the card. I am tired of that kind of performance. I opened him to tell him, and then suddenly felt funny-maybe it was the wine in my body. He seems to be a funny little person, shutting himself up in the office like this, talking about claustrophobia, looking at me like a big bug. I threw away the cup.

"Aren't some of these explanations timing?"

"If you think it's acceptable. How do you feel now?"

"Fine." I sat on the sofa again, leaning back, stretching my long legs. "What did you drink?"

He smiled. "Trade secrets. Now; the easiest way to explain it is to let you watch the movie we shot yesterday."

"Look-" I stopped. "This is our wasted time."

He pressed a button on the table and spoke with his mouthpiece. "Surveillance? Give us a monitor-" He said a series of incomprehensible numbers, and I relaxed on the sofa. 88 waited for an answer, and then touched another button. The steel shutters silently closed the window, turning it black. I suddenly panicked, and then relaxed when the room was dark. Darkness feels more normal than light. I leaned back and saw the flickering things clearly visible. A wall of the office turned into a big video screen. Foss came, sitting on the leather sofa next to me, but in the photo, Foss was sitting there, sitting at his desk, watching another strange man walk into the office.

Like Foss, the newcomer wore a white coat with a stick logo printed on it. I don't like this man. He is tall and thin, his body is calm, and his face is covered with thin lines. I guess he is over 30 years old. In the movie, Dr. Foss said: "Sit down, doctor." I held my breath, overwhelmed by a certain feeling of curiosity.

I have been here before. I have seen this before.

And I find it strange that he feels invisible. I sit and watch, I know I am watching, sit. But in that fantastic way, the dreamer immediately watched his vision and participated in it.

Foss said, "Sit down, doctor, have you brought the report?"

Jay Allison sat carefully on the instructed seat, tensed on the edge of the chair. He sat very upright, only leaning forward a little, and placed a thick stack of documents on the table. Accepted it, but did not open it. "What do you think, Dr. Alison?"

"There is no room for doubt." Jay Allison spoke accurately, with a high pitch. "It follows the statistical pattern of all recorded 48-year fever episodes... By the way, sir, do we have a better name than the name of this particular disease? The term '48-year fever' means fever. Duration For 48 years, not a pandemic every 48 years."

Dr. Foss said with a stern smile: "A fever that has lasted for 48 years will be quite a fever." "Nevertheless, so far, this is our only name. Just name it. Allison's disease?"

Jay Allison suppressed his brows and greeted the joy. "As far as I know, the disease cycle seems to have some connection with the connection of the four satellites every 48 years, which explains why the Da Vinci are so superstitious. The orbit of the satellite is very eccentric, I don’t know. I don’t know anything, I quoted Dr. Moore’s words, if there is an animal vector of a certain disease, we have never found it. This pattern is like this; there are a few cases in the mountainous area, and next month there will be a hundred on the entire planet. There were peculiar cases on all of them, and then it happened to skip three months without increasing. The number of reported cases in 89 reached thousands, and in the following three months, it reached a real pandemic level, reducing the entire population Up."

"That's it," admitted. Together they bent over and put them on the folder, pulling back slightly to avoid touching another man.

Foss said: "We have been in the trade contract for one hundred and twenty-five years. The first outbreak of this 48-year high fever killed twelve people except 300. The situation is worse than we are. I I heard that the last time the epidemic was not that serious, but it was serious enough. It is an 87% death rate for humans. In other words, I know that tow truckers will not die because of this."

"Call it tailed rabies, doctor, because tailed rabies is actually not immune to it. It's still a mild disease in children. When it breaks out in a virulent form every 48 years, most trailers are already immune. I got this disease when I was a kid-maybe you heard it?"

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