Super Trick or Treat System

"People might say that. Of course, he will consider the undesirable for all of you, a mixture of Jay Chou's characteristics. But if hypnotized and implied release, he may be suitable for the job at hand."

"But how do you know that I actually have such a person?"

"I didn't. But this is a good guess. Most people are depressed," coughed and corrected. "Most disciplined personalities have depressive secondary personalities. Do you rarely find yourself doing it occasionally? Things are completely out of date for your role?"

He admitted that I could almost feel accepting it, "Well-yes-for example, that day-even though I always dress conservatively -" He glanced at his uniform jacket, "I found myself shopping -" he stopped After coming down again, his face turned into an unpleasant terracotta color, and he finally murmured: "Flower red sweatshirt."

Sitting in the dark, I felt vaguely sorry for the poor dumb guy, who was ashamed of the only human impulse he had ever had. On the screen, Alison frowned fiercely, "crazy impulse."

"You can say that, or that this is the action of the suppressed Jay Chou 2. What about Alison? You may be the only human race that can escape from Diablo, or the only one that can escape without being murdered. People entering the trailer nest."

"Sir-as an imperial citizen, I have no choice, am I?"

"Jay, look," Forth said, I felt him trying to cross the roadblock, touch, and really touch the cold young man, "We can't order anyone to do such a thing. Except for ordinary danger, it It may destroy your personal balance, or even permanently. I want you to voluntarily provide something beyond the scope of your duties. Between people-what do you say?

I will be moved by his words. Even second-hand goods, I was moved by them. Jay Allison looked at the floor, and I saw him twist his surgeon's hands in good condition, breaking his knuckles with strange gestures. Finally, he said: "In any case, I have no choice, doctor. I will seize the opportunity. I will go to the trailer."

The screen went black again, and the lights turned on. He said, "Okay?"

I returned it to him in his own tone, "okay?" Angrily I found that I was twisting my knuckles with the tension of Alison's painful decision. I pulled them away and stood up.

"I think that cold fish is useless, do you decide to find me instead? Of course, I will show you the trailer. Not that Alison-I won't go with that guy-but I'm talking about the trailer 94 languages, there is no hypnotic effect."

Foss stared at me. "So do you remember?"

"Hell, yes," I said, "My father crashed in Hellers and a group of entourage found me and was half dead. I lived there until I was about fifteen years old, and their older generation thought I was right It’s too human for them. They took me out and arranged for me to take me here. Of course, I’m back now. I stayed in the astronaut’s orphanage for five years, and then I went to work and took tourists to hunting parties. , Wait, because I like to hang out in the mountains. I- "I stopped. Foss stared at me.

"Do you think you want this job?"

When I thought about it, I said, "It's difficult." "The people in the sky -" use the names of the entourage "-" do not like outsiders, but they may be persuaded. The worst part is getting there. The airplane or "helicopter" was not built to cross the crosswind around the Heller Mountains and land in it. We must walk all the way from Katen. I need professional climbers-climbers. "

"Then you don't agree with Alison's attitude?"

"Damn it, don't insult me!" I found myself standing up again, walking around the office nonstop. Gaze and meditate, "What is the character anyway? The emotional mask is superimposed on the body and intelligence. Change perspectives, change emotions and desires, even with the same body and the same past experience, a new person."

I made a circle at the middle step. A new terrible conjecture is spreading, which is terrible. At the touch of a button, a still face appeared on the visual screen. Foss put a mirror in my hand. He said, "Jason Alison, look at yourself."

I watched.

"No," I said. Say it again, "No, no, no."

Foss did not argue. He pointed with a stubby finger. "Look -" he moved his fingers as he spoke, "the height of the forehead. The collection of bones. The eyebrows look different, and the mouth is different because of the different expressions. But the structure of the bones-nose, chin -"

I heard myself making strange noises. Rush the mirror to the floor. He grabbed my forearm. "Stable, buddy!"

I found my voice a bit broken. It doesn't sound like Alison's. "Then I am Jay 2? Jay Alison has amnesia?"

"Not exactly." Foss wiped his forehead with his immaculate sleeve, soaked with sweat. "No, Jay Allison I know is not!" He held his breath. "And when you sit down, no matter who you are, sit down!"

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"But Jay may be a man, but he has different personality biases. I would say-Jay Allison that man started. He refused to be that man. Subconsciously, he created obstacles for various memories. , And the subliminal threshold-"

"Doctor, I don't understand psychological conversation."

Gaze forward. "And you do remember the language of this trailer. I think so. Alison's character is suppressed in you, just like you are in him."

"One thing, Doctor. I don't know anything about blood scores or epidemics. Half of my personality did not study medicine." I picked up the mirror again and studied the face there in thought. Jay Allison's high cheeks slipped down, and his high forehead was hidden by thick black hair, now crumpled. I still don't think I look like a doctor. Our voices are also different. His pitch is high and false. As far as I can judge, my own voice is deeper by a full octave and louder. However, unless Firth has an unreasonable, creepy joke, they are made with the same chord.

"Am I honestly studying medicine? This is the last thing I have to consider. I think this is an honest transaction, but I have never been so smart."

"You, or rather, Jay Allison is an expert in parasitology and a very competent surgeon." Foss was sitting on his chin, looking at me intently. He frowned and said, "If anything, the physical changes are more startling than others. I won't recognize you."

"Settle with me. I don't know myself." I added, "And-strangely, I don't even like Jay Ellison's understatement. If he-I can't talk about him, can I?"

"I don't know why I don't do this. You are more than me.. On the one hand, you are younger. Ten years younger than me. I doubt if his friends will recognize you if they have one. You-keep calling you 2 is absurd. What should I call you?"

"Why should I care? Call me Jason."

"For you," said mysteriously. "So, Jason, I want to give you a few days to adapt to your new personality, but we are really short of time. Can you fly to Katen tonight? I have carefully selected a group of excellent crew members for you, and then Send them forward. You will see them there. You will find them competent."

I stared at him. Suddenly, the room made me feel depressed, and I felt trouble breathing. I wondered and said, "You are sure of yourself, aren't you?"

Looking at me, it seems that it has been a long time. Then he said in a very quiet voice: "No. I'm not sure at all. But if you don't show up, I can't say "96 Jay Chou, I have to try it myself."

The juvenile is listed as "1214," in the catalog. I found no problem in the room, although an elderly doctor stared at me strangely as I was walking through the quiet corridor. The suite-bedroom, small living room, compact bathroom-makes me feel frustrated. Clean, closed and neutral, just like the person who owns them, I kept searching for them, trying to find some familiar places to show that I have lived here for eleven years.

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