Star Trek

A while ago, he smelled the aroma of the freshly baked cake, and remembered that the man didn't bring any sugar when he opened the door.

Maybe the sugar is in the pocket, maybe it's in the porch.

Maybe he just happened to give Danny all the sweetness he could.

Danny's eyes are so blue. Jim sighed.

He has less than half of his jack-o-lantern left.

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The door of this family looked deserted and solemn.The gate is dark black, and the rough walls are as red as a desert.

Where is the red desert? Jim doesn't know, he's never seen a desert.

He wanted to reach out to feel the texture of the wall, but was surprised to find that his fingers went through the wall.

Jim stuck out his finger and poked again, still the same.

He tried to put the whole arm through and back, nothing.The hard wall seemed to turn into a transparent soft jelly the moment he touched it.

fun.

Jim found a new game.Why didn't those TrickorTreat kids think of this move?They lost a great deal of fun.

Stretching his arms and legs, he finally boldly stuffed his head in and giggled.

But the smile froze when he saw a gloomy face staring at him.

Jim shuddered, trying to pull back reflexively, but for some reason his hands and feet got stuck outside the wall.

So he tilted his head funnyly, smiled sarcastically, feeling uneasy.

His jack-o'-lantern slid off his head and fell to the ground.Fortunately, it was very strong and did not fall to pieces.

The owner of this room walked to him slowly and gracefully, knelt down to pick up the little jack-o-lantern left, and turned around with five fingers to look at it.

This man has pointed ears, pale skin, and a slender figure. Although his gait is safe, he hides danger.

Jim swallowed.I don't know if it's because of fear or something else.

After the man finished observing, he took a jack-o-lantern and hit him on the head.

"Ah—it hurts!" Jim glared at him, oblivious to the fact that he was still stuck in the wall.

Jim asked, "Why did you hit me?"

The man raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Why did you appear on the wall of my house?"

Jim froze all of a sudden.Oh yes, he was the uninvited guest.

Jim said, "Sorry, I don't know either."

The man said: "Trespassing without the owner's permission will be dealt with according to regulations."

His grammar is so complicated that Jim gets dizzy listening to it.

Jim said, "Sorry, Mr. Pointy Ears. How can I make it up to you?"

Mr. Pointy Ears raised an eyebrow on the other side: "That's not my name."

Jim was still dizzy.Smashed by jack-o'-lanterns, and wounded by Mr. Pointy Ears.

He said, "Yes, yes. So, Mr. Pointy Ears, what's your name?"

He said, "Spock."

Jim blinked. "Mr. Spock."

Spock said, "You haven't introduced yourself yet."

Jim tried to move his hands and feet: "It's Jim."

Spock nodded. "Fine, Jim."

Jim's attempt failed, he was still stuck in the wall.

Spock said, "You need to be punished. You will be my servant. Is that a good condition?"

A declarative sentence, and an imperative sentence that looks like a question.

Jim frowned. "I promise you. But you have to—get me out of here first."

The snowflakes fell on him, it was a little cool, but more of a gentle itching.

Spock just flicked and Jim fell through the wall and onto the soft carpet.

Jim rubbed his sore arms and legs, and Spock looked down at him.

Something flickered in the back of Jim's mind, like a firefly's tail, flicking on a light.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet: "Can you see me?"

He shook his head, losing the weight of his jack-o-lantern made him feel much lighter about himself.

"People can't see me. You can," he said.

The corners of Spock's mouth seem to shift a very, very slight curve, almost a smile.But they disappeared from his lips as quickly as snow melted.

Spock lifted him off the ground with one hand.

Spock said, "You're a ghost. Of course humans can't see you."

Jim blinks his eyes slowly, trying to digest his newfound knowledge without being full of candy.

Oh.

It dawned on him.

It turned out that I was a ghost.

44. 【Spirk】For clouds and night

They sat in rocking chairs of ancient cane. Spock sits upright, gracefully making a pot of evening tea, while Jim sits cross-legged, eyeing the oven now and then, the smell of pumpkin pie swelling.

They are having a conversation.

"Humans have a wide range of eye colors and a wide range of hair colors," Spock said.

Jim asked, "Where's mine?"

Spock glances at him. "Blue and gold."

The blue of the waves, and the gold of the wheat waves.

Spock asked, "You don't know your eye and hair color?"

Jim shook his head: "I haven't looked in the mirror"

As a disembodied ghost, he really cannot appear on reflective objects.

Spock continued: "Human skin temperature is relatively high, and the average temperature is maintained between 36.0-37.3 degrees."

Jim replied: "I'm cold."

Spock said, "Light cannot pass through the human body."

Jim raised his hand, the candlelight shining through his palm.

Jim waved his hand: "I'm transparent."

Spock puts down the teapot, solemnly: "So the obvious conclusion is that you're not human."

Jim sniffed, the smell of pumpkin pie was out of control.

Jim said, "I don't believe I'm a ghost."

Spock rose gracefully. "It's my bedtime. Manservant, get my tea set."

Jim glanced out the window: "It's daytime."

Spock condescendingly: "Exactly."

Jim looked up at him. "I'm a ghost. So what are you?"

Spock doesn't answer, that tiny, twinkling smile flitting across his lips so quickly again that Jim doesn't see a pair of tiny, gleaming fangs.

Spock finished their conversation and went back to his room.

In exchange for trespassing, Jim stayed and became Spock's servant.As a servant, there wasn't that much work, just cleaning the house and looking after Spock while he slept.And the reward is free use of Spock's kitchen to bake as many pumpkin pies as he likes.

After making sure Spock was gone, Jim scrambled out of the chair.

He looked at the thick mitt by the oven and decided he wouldn't need it.

The oven finished working with a "ding".The aroma came out and spread to every corner of the room.

Jim poked and poked and luckily found the right button, the oven opened and he reached in to reach the rack.

"Beware of high temperature!" The sign next to it said so.

But to Jim, it wasn't hot at all.

Jim sat down and began to taste the fresh pumpkin pie he baked. Spock's home is full of soft carpets, and they magically stay clean forever.

Although both Spock and Jim walked silently.

Hmm, it's a little too sweet, put less honey next time.

He sucked his index finger, and balls of fluffy sweetness bloomed in his heart.

It's bright outside, the sun and the clouds, but Spock is sleeping.

Jim snapped his fingers, and Spock's delicate tea sets wobbled by themselves into the sink.

Jim whistled, the water poured, and the tea setters bathed themselves.

Jim decides to save half of the pumpkin pie for when Spock wakes up at night.He carefully spread a layer of plastic wrap on them and placed them on the counter facing the light.

Birds attracted by the scent landed on the window sill, tapped the glass with their little paws, tilted their heads, and chirped.

Jim narrowed his eyes and gave them a "shh" gesture.

Be quiet. Mr. Spock is sleeping.

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The hands of the Cuckoo clock jumped to 6, and the night slowly and quietly spread like a drop of blue ink.

Jim lay idly on the dining table and stared at the roses in the bottle, and yawned long. Spock's sleep was an eternity.

He turned to see Spock standing right behind him.Just woke up, refreshed and refreshed.

Jim jumped up from his chair.

He patted his chest: "It scared me to death."

Spock corrects, "You've been dead for a long time."

Jim glared, "Don't remind me."

Night comes, and Spock's day begins.He changed out of his long, silky nightgown for a formal gown.

Spock's hair was as black as midnight, his nightgown was as black as midnight, and his dress was...as dark as midnight.

But his eyes are a sweet caramel chocolate color.

Jim wasn't sure "sweet" was the right word to describe Spock.

Jim asked, "Where are you going?"

Spock said, "None of your business, servant."

Jim propped his chin unhappily: "Don't call me a servant, call me Jim."

Spock is patient. "None of your business, Jim."

He's not expressing emotion, just stating facts.

Spock said, "If you're so desperate