"Ah, what a gun!" the boy shouted in surprise as he leaped to his feet and ran to the place where the gangster had just been in front of him, slapping the air.

"Where the hell are those gangsters?" the kid asked, looking back in confusion.

"Hmph," Bill said in a contemptuous accent, "it's all dusted and scattered by my light gun." ”

"It's so esoteric that I don't understand this kind of word. The child sniffed around, then looked up at the sky, shook his head, and said.

"Let's talk about the miscellaneous things first, but let's talk about where you came from, and what does this valley have to do with you?" asked Wright anxiously.

"Well, I'll have to tell you whatever you ask me, who are you," said the boy stubbornly, dismissively, "unless you can let me touch the gun in his hand." The kid pointed to Bill's gun and said.

Wright winked, and Bill approached the child and handed the gun over.

"Tut-tut," the child straightened up happily and touched the light gun twice, "Good gun, I haven't seen this gun in my life." The child stroked the barrel of the gun as he spoke.

"Interstellar Mist" 28 Overture to the Mystery!

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