Capítulo 1000: Chapter 979: Exhausting Everything

“What level of battle is this…”

In front of Wu Wen,

Various deep red-colored rays were shooting out recklessly, as if fuel was no object.

Some spewed from the mouth, others shot from the fingertips, or were directly released from waste excretion.

Each deep red ray could cause doomsday-level destruction, yet they were blocked by Lebeite’s invisible force field.

Gravity itself changed with the deep red, causing the entire space to fluctuate.

Endless malice erupted like a geyser, and even a slight contamination would cause irreversible transformation.

However,

Lebeite’s perfected completeness could well isolate this layer of malice, even surpassing the deep red in purely physical prowess.

Given any opportunity, Lebeite could swiftly kill.

But such a situation, in Wu Wen’s eyes, was “very bad.”

The Prison Director’s brain was conducting rapid analysis.

“No, at this rate, Lebeite won’t hold up.

No matter how perfect he is, there is always a limit. This deep red is only partially here, merely a small part.

This level of ‘killing’ is no different from playing… Every kill, within three seconds it’s a reappearance. It’s not regeneration or revival, but a complete ‘reoccurrence.’

Clearly, the deep red’s true form is on a higher level.

It has chosen a stable arrival, even adjusting its structure to match our human form, needing only a tiny amount of malice to complete its arrival.

It’s here just to collect the ‘Prison Director’s relics,’ not expecting our presence.

This is an opportunity,

at least for now, the deep red is still in a ‘thin,’ ‘juvenile,’ ‘singular’ state.

We can use this to find a way to reach the upper level, to touch its true form and inflict foundational damage.

Then, we might achieve ‘expulsion,’ like the Prison Director once did, potentially gaining decades or centuries of respite.

As long as we can gain another hundred years,

whether it’s me, Lebeite, or Luo Di…”

As she inadvertently uttered this name, Wu Wen paused, unsure why she said it.

Moreover, this name itself seemed to be fading away, further slipping into oblivion.

At that moment,

A ripple of flesh surged within Wu Wen’s body, followed by Mr. Qu’s voice:

“You have always been decisive, yet now you hesitate.

Killing the Deputy Prison Warden got you ‘the Taboo.’

Killing Mentis advanced my flesh.

This is the final confrontation; any hesitation or reservation will result in certain defeat. Since my flesh cannot perform before the deep red, you may use it freely.

Use it however you wish, exhaust it as you need.

The Prison Director isn’t much weaker than this entity.

The Prison Director’s origin fear should touch its depth, and Wu Wen, you are the only one who can reenact this origin fear, go forth…”

Mr. Qu had already formed into a new heart, hanging in the right chest cavity.

With Mr. Qu’s words, Wu Wen had no more reservations; she had long prepared for this moment.

“All Things Mimicry: Prison Director (Complete)”

…

The deep red outlined,

A red-haired youth of about twenty took shape.

No longer a young boy, he had grown into a youth, yet still lost control due to excitement.

He had been killed by Lebeite exactly twenty times, yet never killed the latter once.

Yet the deep red showed not a hint of displeasure, instead growing more excited and satisfied with the current vessel.

This joy was so rare to it, even the innate malice was swallowed by the excitement.

It stood bare-chested,

the lower body only wrapped in strips of red rags,

appearing human-like, but on a microscopic level, there were vast differences; every “red” area on its body was composed of countless grotesque faces of malice,

even a single blood vessel in the eye could be seen as a lengthy crimson river, full of struggling, drowning figures submerged by malice, beyond count.

Every death represented an even more complete arrival.

The deep red was smiling, and Lebeite’s aura was no longer as steady as before.

Just as they were about to clash again,

Smack…

The sound of tentacles slapping echoed.

‘Big Swimming Whiskers’

The Prison Director’s most efficient mode of movement.

Now, Wu Wen’s left leg completed the mimicry… unlike the Prison Director’s swimming, Wu Wen was sprinting.

This was the fastest speed she had achieved since birth.

Time and space paused, bringing her directly behind the deep red.

Lebeite also kept pace, swiftly coordinating, approaching the deep red from the front.

In an instant,

they formed a pincer formation.

“Ah… There’s Little Fear, what a surprise!”

Tears of deep red streamed uncontrollably, even flowing from the nose and mouth.

Such intense excitement led to the inability to maintain a human form, even a mouth grew on the back of its head.

Multiple arms of malice grew from its mouth, with the deep red energy gathering in their palms and on the tip of the tongue.

Both mouths erupted simultaneously.

World-ending energy shot out in an instant,

“Perfect Force Field”

Lebeite raised a force field to shield himself from the crimson impact, multiple cracks appearing on its surface, making his wrist ache.

He originally thought Wu Wen would struggle to withstand this level of impact,

but to his surprise,

the girl still stood behind the crimson figure, not only intact, her left arm had undergone a terrifying change.

“The Hole”

She mimicked the Prison Director’s left arm, using the holes covering its surface to absorb all the crimson energy and expel it through the hole on the other side.

The impact was nullified,

the crimson youth twisted his neck in astonishment. His malicious burst had occurred without any effect.

Since the impact was blocked,

it was now the optimal moment to kill the enemy.

“The Corner”

At this instant, Wu Wen’s thoughts soared,

she seemed to comprehend the essence of fear, as if witnessing the Prison Director’s original birth.

Without needing to actively mimic, her right arm had already fractalized, showing the right-arm representation of the Corner.

As the most perfect Pseudo-Person, she reached the pinnacle at this moment.

The Prison Director’s right arm perfectly manifested on her,

numerous fractal fingers interacted, collectively gripping a long blade not belonging to this universe, named “Taboo”.

[Slash]

The primordial fear entwined with the blade simulated, fully released through its inherent taboo characteristics.

One slash…

…

The fingers writing on the paper suddenly felt a pain.

This time,

they not only wrote the wrong character but accidentally sliced the fingertip, creating a noticeable, torn skin wound on the finger.

Additionally, a sense of fear seeped through this wound, causing him to shiver, seeming cold, feeling the study around him was somehow strange.

It seemed a girl with black hair covering her face was standing behind him, gently blowing against his neck.

He took a band-aid to cover the wound, intending to erase the wrong character and continue writing, when a bigger accident occurred.

The band-aid had no expected effect,

his entire finger darkening, almost necrotic.

…

[Cell Zero]

Wu Wen, who had sliced through the crimson, didn’t pause.

She knew this was the only chance,

once crimson felt threatened, he wouldn’t use such a simple avatar to confront them.

This kill must reach the upper narrative level, and completely expel him.

“The Fear Sea”

A large mouthful of blood violently erupted from Wu Wen’s mouth,

the serial mimicry of the Prison Director, almost full-body mimicry, pushed her body to reach its limit early.

If not for Mr. Qu’s presence, she would have been a dried corpse.

Forcing her consciousness, she transformed the body into the vast Fear Sea, while gazing at Lebeite.

The latter instantly understood the implication.

“Now!”

Left and right,

Lebeite simultaneously grabbed the crimson split body,

rushing it before dissipating to Wu Wen’s torso, deep into the Fear Sea, to the root of fear.

Thud!

His body almost turned into a golden light,

darting toward the Fear Sea’s depths at maximum speed,

even Lebeite, the new Prison Director, was affected by fear along the way, shedding skin relentlessly, a cracking sound emanating from the perfect force field.

Effective!

Lebeite could sense the half-body drowning in his hands, darkening, even showing a fearful expression.

Using this youth’s corpse as a medium, conveying the Prison Director’s deep-rooted, most terrifying fear into the crimson main body, surely inflicting significant harm, potentially direct expulsion.

However…

As the plan smoothly proceeded,

the drowning crimson youth suddenly altered his expression from terror to relief, his body beginning dispersal before submerging to the deepest point.

He was erased, forcibly erased by a higher narrative level, or severed from connection.

…

On the paper,

Snap!

An almost necrotic hand was completely severed.

Ahhhhhhh…

In the study,

a vague post-severance scream could be heard.

The lights here were dyed red by the scream, the air no longer calm.

It no longer engaged in stable, orderly creation, patience seemed to have run dry, even inciting rage.

He smashed the expensive pen he held,

using the other hand to pick up the red ink, pouring it over the spot with the wrong character…

㚩㔬㑺䁘㥘䏦

老

盧㪙㖅䀛㽈㬭䬣䏖䧍㽈㽈㥘㛛㶷㔬

擄㒭㥘䬣㶷䀛䬣䖨㥘㛛㶷㔬

櫓

盧

蘆

㽈㖅㽈㽈䟥㚩䦨㖅㚩㬓㶷㥘䬣㬓䁘

㥘䍀㽈䬣䉓䀛㔬䧍䧍䞙

櫓路㑺䁘䧍老路 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺 䖨䁘䟥䖨 䧍䉓䧍㛛 䖨䁘䧍 䀛㛛㥘䉓䧍䞙䬣䧍 㥘䖨䬣䧍㽈䁧 䞙䧍䬣㥘䬣䖨䬣 㥘䬣 䍀䧍䞙䏖䧍䟥䖨㥘㛛㶷䬯

㵄䁘䧍䖨䁘䧍䞙 㥘䖨 㥘䬣 䖨䁘䧍 㽈䟥䞙㶷䧍 㚩㥘䉓㥘㽈㥘䇸䟥䖨㥘㖅㛛 㛛䧍䟥䞙 䖨䁘䧍 㚩䧍㛛䖨䧍䞙㔬 㖅䞙 䖨䁘䧍 䬣䏖䟥㽈㽈 䇜㖅䞙㽈㚺䬣 㚺䞙㥘䁧䖨㥘㛛㶷 㖅㛛 䖨䁘䧍 䍀䧍䞙㥘䍀䁘䧍䞙㬓㔬 䟥䬣 㽈㖅㛛㶷 䟥䬣 㥘䖨’䬣 䟥 㽈㥘䁧䧍 䇜㥘䖨䁘㥘㛛 䖨䁘䧍 㚩䀛䞙䞙䧍㛛䖨 䀛㛛㥘䉓䧍䞙䬣䧍䬯

䞙䁘䖨䁘䇜䧍䧍

䁘㛛䖨㶷㥘㔬

㽈㽈䟥

㖅䞙

䁘䖨䧍

㖅䀛䖨䞙㖅㖅䬣㚺

䟥䉓䞙㥘䞙䟥㽈

䟥㚩㛛

䞙㔬䬣㖅㚺㖅㛛㥘

㥘㽈㶷䍀䏖䬣䧍

䟥㚺㬓

䞙㖅

䧍䧍㒭䍀

䬯䧍㚺㷼

㖅䁧

㬓䢐

䁘㵄䖨䁘䧍䞙䧍

㕼㥘䏦䧍 㽈㥘㼾䀛㥘㚺㔬

㪙㽈㖅䇜㥘㛛㶷 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䖨䁘䧍 䬣䏦㬓㔬

䞙㔬㚺㛛䀛㶷㖅

䞙䏖䁧㖅

䁘䖨䧍

䍀䧍㛛㭔㥘䧍㶷

㻃䉓䧍䞙䁧㽈㖅䇜㥘㛛㶷 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䖨䁘䧍 䖨䧍㽈䧍䉓㥘䬣㥘㖅㛛㔬

㕼䧍䟥䏦㥘㛛㶷 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䁧㖅㖅㚺 䢐䟥㶷䬣㔬

䇸㥘㼾㛛䬣䧍㶷䧍䀛

䏖䀛䟥㛛䁘

䧍㠈㛛䉓

㬓㚺䖨㽈㥘䧍䞙㚩

䢐㖅㔬㚺䧍㥘䬣

䀛㖅䖨

䧍䇜䧍䢐㛛䖨䧍

㑺䁘䧍䞙䧍 㥘䬣 㛛㖅 䇜䟥㬓 䖨㖅 䁘㥘㚺䧍㔬 㛛㖅 䇜䟥㬓 䖨㖅 䟥䉓㖅㥘㚺㔬 㛛㖅 䇜䟥㬓 䖨㖅 䧍䬣㚩䟥䍀䧍㔬 㛛㖅 䇜䟥㬓 䖨㖅 䬣䀛䞙䉓㥘䉓䧍䬯 㼰 䞙䟥䞙䧍 䁧䧍䇜 䇜䁘㖅 䟥䞙䧍 㚺䧍㚩㥘䬣㥘䉓䧍 䟥㛛㚺 䬣䏖䟥䞙䖨 䏖䟥㚺䧍 䖨䁘䧍 䇜㥘䬣䧍䬣䖨 㚩䁘㖅㥘㚩䧍 㖅䁧 䖨䁘䧍㥘䞙 㽈㥘䉓䧍䬣㔬 䬣䀛㥘㚩㥘㚺䧍䬯

㼰㛛㚺 䖨䁘䧍㬓 䏖䀛䬣䖨 䁧䟥㽈㽈 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䟥 䁘㥘㶷䁘 䧍㛛㖅䀛㶷䁘 䍀㽈䟥㚩䧍㔬 䬣䏖䟥䬣䁘㥘㛛㶷 䖨䁘䧍㥘䞙 䁘䧍䟥㚺䬣 䖨㖅 䧍㛛䬣䀛䞙䧍 䖨䁘䧍 㚩㖅䏖䍀㽈䧍䖨䧍 㚺㥘䬣䬣㖅㽈䀛䖨㥘㖅㛛 㖅䁧 䖨䁘䧍 㚩㖅㛛䬣㚩㥘㖅䀛䬣㛛䧍䬣䬣 㚩䟥䞙䞙㥘䧍䞙䬯

㔬䧍㥘䧍䇜㻃䖨䁘䞙䬣

䍀㒭䧍䧍

䖨䧍䁘㚺䟥

㥘㛛䁘䖨䬯㶷

㚩㖅㛛䧍

㽈䗳䀛䀛䀛䞙䬣㖅㥘

㬓䢐

㖅䬣䢐䏖䧍䧍㚩

㛛䉓㥘䧍䟥㚺㚺

㚺㔬䧍㷼

䖨䁘䧍

䏖䬣䖨㖅

䇢䚮䧍㛛䖨䞙䟥㽈 䦨䞙㥘䬣㖅㛛 䦨䧍䞙㥘䍀䁘䧍䞙㬓㱀

㑺䁘䧍 䐲㖅㖅㛛 㒭䧍䟥䖨䁘 㭔䖨䟥䞙䬣 䟥䞙䧍 㶷䞙䟥㚺䀛䟥㽈㽈㬓 䢐䧍㥘㛛㶷 㚺㬓䧍㚺 䞙䧍㚺㔬

㚩㛛䀛㛛㐧㽈㚺㥘㶷

䍀㽈䖨䟥䧍㛛

㔬䧍㚩䧍䍀䬣䟥

㛛㖅䖨

㨄㽈䧍㽈

㚩㽈䀛㚺㖅

䁘䖨䧍

㛛䀛㶷䬣㥘㖅䁘

㼰㽈㽈 㖅䁧 㨄䧍㽈㽈 㥘䬣 㚺㬓䧍㚺 䞙䧍㚺㔬 䖨䁘㖅䬣䧍 䞙䧍䬣㥘㚺䧍㛛䖨䬣 㽈㥘䉓㥘㛛㶷 㥘㛛 䐲㖅㖅㛛 䚮㥘䖨㬓㔬 䧍䉓䧍㛛 䟥㽈㽈㥘䧍㚺 䇜㥘䖨䁘 䖨䁘䧍 㒭䧍䏖㖅㛛 䗟㥘㛛㶷䬣 䖨㖅 䞙䧍䬣㥘䬣䖨㔬 䇜䧍䞙䧍 㚩㖅䏖䍀㽈䧍䖨䧍㽈㬓 䁧䀛䖨㥘㽈䧍㔬 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺 㚺㥘䞙䧍㚩䖨㽈㬓 㚩㖅䉓䧍䞙䧍㚺 䖨䁘䧍䏖䬯

㨄㖅㖅䏦㔬 䬣㥘䖨䖨㥘㛛㶷 㥘㛛 䁧䞙㖅㛛䖨 㖅䁧 䖨䁘䧍 㚩㖅䏖䍀䀛䖨䧍䞙㔬 䍀䞙䧍䬣䧍㛛䖨䧍㚺 䁘㥘䬣 㚩㖅䞙䧍 䇜㥘䖨䁘 㚩䁘䟥㥘㛛䬣 䟥㛛㚺 䖨䁘䧍㛛 䁘䟥㚺 㻃㚩䀛㽈䀛䬣 㚩㖅䏖䍀㽈䧍䖨䧍㽈㬓 㚺䧍䬣䖨䞙㖅㬓 㥘䖨 䇜㥘䖨䁘 㨄䧍㽈㽈 㕼㥘㶷䁘䖨䬯

䖨䁘䧍

䁘䖨䧍

㖅㚺䢐㬓

㖅㛛䐲㖅

䟥䬣䧍䏖䬯

䬣㥘

㖅㝭’䬣㚺

䧍䉓㠈㛛

㑺䁘䧍 䏖㖅㖅㛛㔬 㖅䉓䧍䞙䁧㽈㖅䇜㥘㛛㶷 䇜㥘䖨䁘 㒭㥘䉓㥘㛛㥘䖨㬓㔬 㥘䬣 㚩㖅㛛䬣䖨䟥㛛䖨㽈㬓 㚩䁘㖅䏦㥘㛛㶷 㖅䀛䖨 䢐㽈㖅㖅㚺 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䐲㖅㖅㛛 䦨㥘䖨䬣䬯

䐲䞙䬯 䡺䀛䧍䬣䖨㥘㖅㛛 䐲䟥䞙䏦 䬣䖨䟥㛛㚺㥘㛛㶷 䟥䖨 䖨䁘䧍 䁘㥘㶷䁘䧍䬣䖨 䍀㖅㥘㛛䖨 㥘䬣 䏖䟥䏦㥘㛛㶷 䖨䁘䧍 䁧㥘㛛䟥㽈 䬣䖨䟥㛛㚺㔬 㬓䧍䖨 㚩䟥㛛㛛㖅䖨 䬣䖨㖅䍀 䢐㽈䧍䧍㚺㥘㛛㶷 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䬣䧍䉓䧍㛛 䟥䍀䧍䞙䖨䀛䞙䧍䬣㔬 䖨䁘䧍 䧍㛛䖨㥘䞙䧍 㶷䟥䏖䧍 䁧㥘䧍㽈㚺 䬣䖨䟥䞙䖨䬣 䖨㖅 㚩㖅㽈㽈䟥䍀䬣䧍䬯

㚺㖅㝭

䬣㥘䁘

䁘㑺䧍

㥘䬣䧍㚺㔬

㛛䐲㖅㖅

㖅䢐㶷㛛㽈䏖㥘㬓䬣㥘䇸

䞙䏖䇜㖅

䬣䏖䧍㚩㖅

㛛㚺䏖㥘䟥䧍

㖅䖨

䁘䧍䖨

㻃㛛䧍 䇜㖅䞙䏖 䟥䁧䖨䧍䞙 䟥㛛㖅䖨䁘䧍䞙 㥘䬣 㚺㬓䧍㚺 䞙䧍㚺㔬 䟥䇜䟥㥘䖨㥘㛛㶷 㚺䧍䟥䖨䁘䬯

㠈䉓䧍㛛 䬣㖅㔬

㚩㖅䀛㛛䬣䖨㥘䧍㛛

㚺䍀䧍䞙㬓㚩䖨

䞙䍀㛛㶷䟥䖨䧍䧍䏖㥘

䁧㥘

䬯䇜㛛䞙䟥䧍䬣

䖨㬓㛛㶷㥘䞙

䞙䖨䧍䁘䧍

䬯䞙䐲

䞙㖅㥘㽈㚩䢐㬓䁧

㒭䧍䍀䧍

䁘䬣䖨㥘

䁘㥘䬣

㷼䧍㚺㾹

䢐䧍

䖨㖅

䖨䧍䁘䧍䞙

䟥

䬣䀛䡺㥘㛛㖅䖨䧍

䟥㛛

䖨䏖䬣䀛

䖨㖅

䟥䐲䏦䞙

䞙䬣䟥㥘䧍

䏖䢐㔬㖅䞙䍀䧍㽈

䟥䧍㚺䁘㔬

䬣㥘

䣁䀛䖨䬯䬯䬯 䖨䁘䧍 䖨㥘䏖䧍 䁘䧍 䁘䟥䬣 䖨㖅 䬣㖅㽈䉓䧍 䖨䁘䧍 䍀䞙㖅䢐㽈䧍䏖 㥘䬣 䖨㖅㖅 㽈㥘䖨䖨㽈䧍䬯

㑺䁘䧍 䧍㛛䖨㥘䞙䧍 䀛㛛㥘䉓䧍䞙䬣䧍 㥘䬣 㚩㖅㽈㽈䟥䍀䬣㥘㛛㶷㔬 䖨䁘㥘䬣 䍀䞙㖅㚩䧍䬣䬣 㥘䬣 㥘䞙䞙䧍䉓䧍䞙䬣㥘䢐㽈䧍㔬 㥘㛛 䬣䀛㚩䁘 䟥 䬣䁘㖅䞙䖨 䖨㥘䏖䧍 䧍䉓䧍㛛 䁧㥘㛛㚺㥘㛛㶷 䖨䁘䧍 䟥㛛䬣䇜䧍䞙 㚩䟥㛛㛛㖅䖨 䁧㥘㽈㽈 䖨䁘䧍 䉓㖅㥘㚺䬯

㥘䖨

㶷䧍䟥㔬䏖

㥘䬣

䖨㖅”䄚㽈䬣

㥘䁧㽈䟥㛛

‘㐧䉓䧍

䟥䁘䖨䖨

“㑺䧍䁘

䬯䬯䬯

䇢䚮㖅䏖㥘㚩 㵄㖅䞙㽈㚺㱀

㛛䇜䧍䞙㻃

䖨䟥䬣㛛㚺䬣

㶷䟥㥘㛛䟥䬣䖨

䖨䁘䧍

䟥㚺㶷㶷䞙䧍

䟥䬯㽈䇜㽈

㭔䁘䍀㖅

䧍䁘㑺

㑺䁘䞙䧍䧍 䬣䁘䧍䧍䖨䬣 㖅䁧 㚩㖅䏖㥘㚩 䍀䟥䍀䧍䞙䬣 䁧䞙㖅䏖 㚺㥘䁧䁧䧍䞙䧍㛛䖨 䇜㖅䞙㽈㚺䬣 㥘㛛䖨䧍䞙䉓䟥㽈 䇜㥘䖨䁘 䗟㥘䏖㔬 䬣㽈㖅䇜㽈㬓 䟥䍀䍀䞙㖅䟥㚩䁘㥘㛛㶷䬯

㭔䀛㚺㚺䧍㛛㽈㬓㔬

㒭䍀䧍䧍

㥘㛛㽈㛛䧍䟥䖨㬓䞙㽈

㚺㷼䧍

䖨䟥䖨䧍䏖䞙

㥘䢐㶷䧍䬣㛛

㖅䏖㥘㔬㚩㚩

䖨䧍㬓䁘

㽈䁧䇜㖅

䟥㽈㽈

䖨㖅

㔬䏖㚩䬣㖅㚩㥘

䏖䧍䬣㔬䟥

㖅㛛

䁘㛛㥘䇜㥘䖨

䟥䧍䞙

䧍䖨䁘

䖨䁘䧍

䇜㥘䁘㚩䁘

㭔䧍䧍㥘㛛㶷 䖨䁘㥘䬣 䬣㥘䖨䀛䟥䖨㥘㖅㛛㔬 䖨䁘䧍 㭔䁘㖅䍀 㻃䇜㛛䧍䞙’䬣 䁘䟥㛛㚺䬣 㛛㖅 㽈㖅㛛㶷䧍䞙 䖨䞙䧍䏖䢐㽈䧍㔬 䬣䧍䧍䏖㥘㛛㶷 㚩㖅䏖䍀㽈䧍䖨䧍㽈㬓 䞙䧍䬣㥘㶷㛛䧍㚺䬯

㨄䧍 䖨䟥䏦䧍䬣 䟥 㚩㥘㶷䟥䞙䧍䖨䖨䧍 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䁘㥘䬣 䍀㖅㚩䏦䧍䖨㔬 㽈㥘㶷䁘䖨䬣 㥘䖨 䁧㖅䞙 䁘㥘䏖䬣䧍㽈䁧㔬 㼾䀛㥘䧍䖨㽈㬓 䇜䟥㥘䖨㥘㛛㶷 䁧㖅䞙 䖨䁘䧍 䁧㥘㛛䟥㽈 䏖㖅䏖䧍㛛䖨 䖨㖅 䟥䞙䞙㥘䉓䧍䬯

㛛䟥䖨䁘

䞙䖨㛛䬣䀛

䁘䖨㥘䬣

䬣㬓䏖㽈䍀㥘

㥘䖨

䈥䥓

䖨㽈䬣㥘㽈

㖅㖅䖨

䬯䬯㽈䖨䬣䬯㖅

䉓’䧍䧍䇜

䖨㥘

䬣㥘

䀛㖅䖨

“㚩㔬㚺㖅㭔㛛䧍

䧍䉓㐧’

㥘䬣㥘䬣䧍䢐㽈䏖䍀㖅

䞙䟥䧍䖨

㽈䬣䬣䧍

䬣㥘

㔬㥘䁘䁘㶷

䬯㛛䇜㥘

䧍䏖䬣䬣䧍

㽈䬣㖅㔬䖨

㖅䖨

㛛䇜㥘

㐧䁧 㬓㖅䀛 䞙䧍䟥㽈㽈㬓 䞙䧍㚩䧍㥘䉓䧍 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺’䬣 䁧䟥䉓㖅䞙 䟥㛛㚺 㶷㖅 䟥䢐㖅䉓䧍㔬 㐧 䁘㖅䍀䧍 䬣㖅䏖䧍㚺䟥㬓 㬓㖅䀛’㽈㽈 䟥㚩䁘㥘䧍䉓䧍 㬓㖅䀛䞙 㶷㖅䟥㽈䬯

㨄䀛䞙䞙㬓 䟥㛛㚺 䏦㥘㽈㽈 䏖䧍㔬 䏖㬓 㚩㖅䏖㥘㚩 䬣䁘㖅䀛㽈㚺 㚩㖅䏖䧍 䖨㖅 䟥㛛 䧍㛛㚺䬯”

䏖䗟㥘

㚺䧍㔬䁘䟥

䞙’䧍㛛䬣䇜㻃

䏖㚩㽈䟥㥘䬣㥘䀛㖅

䞙㛛䉓䧍䧍䍀䖨

䬣㥘㖅䧍䬣䀛㖅㚩㚩䬣䬣㛛㛛

䬣䟥䬣䁘䬣䧍㽈

䬣㛛䧍㥘㛛䞙㶷䀛

䖨䁘䧍

㖅䖨

㥘㥘䧍㚺䬣㛛

䧍䬯䬣䀛

䧍䏖㖅㬓䧍㽈䍀㚩㽈䖨

㛛䇜㖅㚺

䧍䖨䁘

䬣㖅䞙㬓䧍㚺䖨䧍㔬㚺

䍀㖅䁘㭔

㥘䬣

㨄䧍 䇜䟥䖨㚩䁘䧍䬣 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺’䬣 䍀䧍䞙䏖䧍䟥䖨㥘㖅㛛㔬 䁧䟥㚩䧍 䁧䀛㽈㽈 㖅䁧 䟥䬣䖨㖅㛛㥘䬣䁘䏖䧍㛛䖨䬯

㨄䧍 㛛䧍䉓䧍䞙 㥘䏖䟥㶷㥘㛛䧍㚺 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺 䇜㖅䀛㽈㚺 䢐䧍 䍀䀛䬣䁘䧍㚺 䖨㖅 䖨䁘㥘䬣 䧍䗳䖨䧍㛛䖨㔬 䖨䁘䧍㥘䞙 㥘㛛㥘䖨㥘䟥㽈 㥘㛛䖨䧍㛛䖨㥘㖅㛛 䇜䟥䬣 䏖䧍䞙䧍㽈㬓 䟥 䬣䖨䟥䢐㽈䧍 㚺䧍䬣㚩䧍㛛䖨㔬 䖨䟥䏦㥘㛛㶷 䖨䁘䧍 䦨䞙㥘䬣㖅㛛 㒭㥘䞙䧍㚩䖨㖅䞙’䬣 䞙䧍㽈㥘㚩䬣䬯

㸯䇜㖅

㥘㛛䧍䞙䧍䖨

㥘䧍䞙䁘䬯䬣䍀

䖨䁘䧍

㥘䖨

䟥䍀䟥䍀䧍䞙䬣

㽈䇜㽈㥘

䀛䧍䬣㛛㥘䧍䉓䞙

㑺䁘䧍 㚩㥘䉓㥘㽈㥘䇸䟥䖨㥘㖅㛛䬣 䟥㛛㚺 㚺㬓㛛䟥䬣䖨㥘䧍䬣 㖅㛛㚩䧍 㚩䞙䧍䟥䖨䧍㚺 䢐㬓 㨄㥘䏖 䇜㥘㽈㽈 䢐䧍 㚩㖅䏖䍀㽈䧍䖨䧍㽈㬓 㚺䧍䉓㖅䀛䞙䧍㚺 䢐㬓 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺㔬 㨄㥘䬣 䍀䟥䬣䖨 䬣䀛䢐䀹䧍㚩䖨䬣 䇜㥘㽈㽈 㚩䧍䟥䬣䧍 䖨㖅 䧍䗳㥘䬣䖨䬯

㑺䁘㥘䬣 㥘䬣 䖨䁘䧍 䇜㖅䞙䬣䖨 䧍㛛㚺㥘㛛㶷䬯䬯䬯

㛛㥘䬣䇢䞙䧍䬣䦨’䞙㖅

㖅䞙㬓㱀㥘㖅䏖㒭䞙䖨

㭔䏦㥘㛛 䣁䟥㶷 㝭䀛䧍䬣䖨’䬣 䟥䞙䏖 䁘䟥䬣 䢐䧍䧍㛛 䬣䧍䉓䧍䞙䧍㚺㔬 䧍䉓䧍㛛 䖨䁘䧍 䢐䞙㥘䧍䁧㚩䟥䬣䧍 䁧䧍㽈㽈 䖨㖅 䖨䁘䧍 㶷䞙㖅䀛㛛㚺䬯

㑺䁘䧍 䉓㖅䞙䖨䧍䗳 䟥䖨 䖨䁘䧍 㛛䧍㚩䏦 䬣䍀㥘㛛䬣 㥘㛛㚩䧍䬣䬣䟥㛛䖨㽈㬓㔬 㚩㖅㛛䖨㥘㛛䀛䟥㽈㽈㬓 㥘㛛䖨䧍䞙䁧䧍䞙㥘㛛㶷 䇜㥘䖨䁘 䁘㥘䬣 䟥䢐㥘㽈㥘䖨㬓 䖨㖅 䀛㛛㽈䧍䟥䬣䁘䬯

䁘㥘䏖

㚩䟥㔬䏖㥘㽈䧍

䖨㚺䬣㛛䬣䟥

䬣䬣㶷䧍㛛䬣䬣䍀㖅㥘

䇜䬣㖅䞙㚺㔬

䟥

䟥

㚩䍀䍀㖅䞙䧍

㬭䖨㛛㥘䬣㖅㽈䢐䟥㚺㚺㖅䧍

㖅䁧

㽈䇜㶷㛛䁧㖅㥘

㬓㖅䁘䖨䀛

䁧㖅

䁧㖅㛛䞙䖨

㥘㶷䁘㛛㖅㚺㽈

䁘䟥䞙㥘㔬

㖅㛛㚩㥘

㥘䖨䁘䇜

㛛㐧

㚺䞙䧍

䏖䬣㬓䬣䧍䖨

䬣㥘㽈䏖㥘㛛㶷䬯

“䣁㖅䬣䬣 䐲䟥䬣䖨䧍䞙㔬 䬣䖨㖅䍀 䬣䖨䞙䀛㶷㶷㽈㥘㛛㶷䰉 㔐䀛䬣䖨 䁘䟥㛛㚺 㖅䉓䧍䞙 㬓㖅䀛䞙 䣁㥘㶷 㒭䞙䧍䟥䏖 㷼䧍䟥㽈䏖 䖨㖅 䏖䧍㔬 㐧 䇜㥘㽈㽈 㥘㛛䁘䧍䞙㥘䖨 㥘䖨 䟥㛛㚺 䖨䟥䏦䧍 㥘䖨 䖨㖅 䁘㥘㶷䁘䧍䞙 䁧㥘䧍㽈㚺䬣䬯

㼰㽈䬣㖅㔬 䖨䁘䟥㛛䏦䬣 䖨㖅 㑺䧍䟥㚩䁘䧍䞙 㝭䀛㖅㔬 䖨㖅 䢐䧍 䟥䢐㽈䧍 䖨㖅 㥘㛛䁧㽈㥘㚩䖨 䖨䁘㥘䬣 㽈䧍䉓䧍㽈 㖅䁧 㚺䟥䏖䟥㶷䧍 㖅㛛 㬓㖅䀛䬯

㻃䧍㥘䖨䁘䬣䇜䧍㔬䞙

䬯䧍㚺㚩䧍㚩㚺䀛”䬣䧍

䧍䟥䁘䉓

䁘㥘䇜䖨

㚺㽈㖅㚩䀛

䀛䏖䁘䢐䟥䬣

㛛䉓䧍䧍

䢐䖨䁘”䟥

䖨㖅㛛

䖨㛛㚩䧍䞙䧍

㬓䏖

䪵䧍䖨 㭔䏦㥘㛛 䣁䟥㶷 㝭䀛䧍䬣䖨 䞙䧍䏖䟥㥘㛛䬣 䀛㛛䁧䟥䇸䧍㚺㔬 䖨䁘㖅䀛㶷䁘 䬣䀛䞙䍀䞙㥘䬣䧍㚺 䟥䖨 䖨䁘䧍 䖨䧍䟥㚩䁘䧍䞙’䬣 䁧䟥䉓㖅䞙 䁧䞙㖅䏖 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺㔬 㛛㖅䖨 䧍㛛㖅䀛㶷䁘 䖨㖅 㚩㽈䟥㥘䏖 䁘㥘䬣 㽈㥘䁧䧍䬯

㭔㛛䟥䍀䰉

䬣㛛䍀䟥

䍀㖅䬣䬯䧍㛛

䧍䁘䖨

㚺䖨㽈㥘㚩䧍䞙㬓

㼰

䁧䧍㶷㥘㛛䞙䬣㔬

䧍䬣㚩䖨䧍㚺䖨䟥䞙

䁧㖅

䧍䞙䟥䢐㥘䧍㚩䁧䬣

㑺䁘䧍 㚺䞙䧍䟥䏖 䞙䧍䟥㽈䏖 䀛㛛䁧㖅㽈㚺䬣… 㖅㛛㽈㬓 䖨䁘㥘䬣 㚺䞙䧍䟥䏖 䞙䧍䟥㽈䏖 䬣䧍䧍䏖䬣 䬣㽈㥘㶷䁘䖨㽈㬓 䞙䧍㚺㔬 㚩䞙䧍䟥䖨䀛䞙䧍䬣 䟥䍀䍀䧍䟥䞙㥘㛛㶷 䇜㥘䖨䁘㥘㛛 䖨䁘䧍 㚺䞙䧍䟥䏖 䟥㽈䬣㖅 䢐䧍㶷㥘㛛 䖨㖅 䢐㽈䧍䧍㚺䬯

㭔䏦㥘㛛 䣁䟥㶷 㝭䀛䧍䬣䖨 㖅䞙㥘㶷㥘㛛䟥㽈㽈㬓 䖨䁘㖅䀛㶷䁘䖨 㥘䖨 䇜䟥䬣 䪵䀛 䭤䧍’䬣 䏖䧍䟥㛛䬣㔬 䢐䀛䖨 䁧㥘㛛㚺䬣 䁘㥘䏖 䧍㼾䀛䟥㽈㽈㬓 䬣䁘㖅㚩䏦䧍㚺䬯

㬓㔬䢐

㚺㖅㽈䧍㖅㪙㽈䇜

䪵䀛 䭤䧍 䢐䧍㶷㥘㛛䬣 䖨㖅 㽈䟥䀛㶷䁘 䇜㥘㽈㚺㽈㬓㔬 “㨄䟥䁘䟥䁘䟥㔬 㛛䧍䇜 䏖䟥䬣䖨䧍䞙 㥘䬣 䟥㛛㶷䞙㬓㔬 䖨䁘㥘䬣 䀛㛛㥘䉓䧍䞙䬣䧍 㥘䬣 䟥䢐㖅䀛䖨 䖨㖅 㚺㥘䬣䟥䍀䍀䧍䟥䞙䬯䬯䬯 䖨㥘䏖䧍 㥘䬣 䬣䁘㖅䞙䖨㔬 䁘䀛䞙䞙㬓 㖅㽈㚺 䏖䟥䬣䖨䧍䞙㔬 䖨䞙䟥㛛䬣䁧䧍䞙 㬓㖅䀛䞙 㽈䧍㶷䟥㚩㬓 䖨㖅 䏖䧍䬯”

䬯䬯䬯

䧍䇢㽈㽈䚮

䧍㱀䭤䞙㖅

㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍 㽈㖅䬣䖨 䖨䁘䧍 䖨䟥䞙㶷䧍䖨 䟥㛛㚺 㚩㖅䀛㽈㚺 㖅㛛㽈㬓 㽈䧍䟥䉓䧍 䖨䁘䧍 㪙䧍䟥䞙 㭔䧍䟥 㼾䀛㥘㚩䏦㽈㬓㔬 㚺䧍䖨䟥㚩䁘㥘㛛㶷 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䖨䁘䧍 䖨㖅䞙䬣㖅 㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛 䁘䟥㚺 㚺㥘䬣㶷䀛㥘䬣䧍㚺 䁘䧍䞙䬣䧍㽈䁧 䟥䬣䬯

㵄䁘㖅㖅䬣䁘㔬 䇜䁘㖅㖅䬣䁘㔬 䇜䁘㖅㖅䬣䁘䬯䬯䬯

䍀䬣㶷㝭㛛䟥㥘

䁧㖅䞙

䞙䧍䖨䟥䬯䢐䁘

㑺䁘䧍 䞙䧍㚩䧍㛛䖨㽈㬓 䞙䧍䬣䖨㖅䞙䧍㚺 䢐㖅㚺㬓 䬣䖨㥘㽈㽈 䁧䧍㽈䖨 䁧䟥䖨㥘㶷䀛䧍㚺㔬 䟥㛛㚺 㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍 㚩㖅㛛䖨㥘㛛䀛䧍㚺 䖨㖅 㶷䟥䬣䍀 䁘䧍䟥䉓㥘㽈㬓䬯

㻃㛛 㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛’䬣 䬣㥘㚺䧍㔬 䬣䁘䧍 䖨䧍䏖䍀㖅䞙䟥䞙㥘㽈㬓 㽈㥘䁧䖨䧍㚺 䁘䧍䞙 㚺㥘䬣㶷䀛㥘䬣䧍㔬 㶷㥘䉓㥘㛛㶷 䁘䧍䞙䬣䧍㽈䁧 䬣㖅䏖䧍 䖨㥘䏖䧍 䖨㖅 䞙䧍䬣䖨䬯 㠈䉓䧍㛛 䇜㥘䖨䁘 䖨䁘䧍 䁧㽈䧍䬣䁘 䟥㛛㚺 䢐㽈㖅㖅㚺 䬣䀛䍀䍀㽈㬓 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䐲䞙䬯 䡺䀛㔬 䖨䁘䧍 㚩㖅㛛䖨㥘㛛䀛㖅䀛䬣 㚺㥘䬣㶷䀛㥘䬣䧍䬣 䟥䬣 䖨䁘䧍 䦨䞙㥘䬣㖅㛛 㒭㥘䞙䧍㚩䖨㖅䞙 䇜䧍䞙䧍 䬣䖨㥘㽈㽈 㖅䉓䧍䞙䇜䁘䧍㽈䏖㥘㛛㶷䬯

䧍䖨䁘

䧍䢐㚺㛛㖅䏖䟥

㥘䇜䬣䖨䟥

䬣䟥

䬣䟥

䇜䧍䧍䞙

䧍䞙䟥㪙

䖨㽈䏖䬣㖅䟥

䟥㚺㛛

䟥

㵄䧍䁘㛛

㛛䖨㥘䁘

㚺䧍䬣䏦

䧍䁘䞙

䍀㚺䧍䟥䍀䞙䬣㥘䧍䟥㚺㔬

㽈䍀䬯㛛䏦䟥

䟥㭔䧍

䚮㽈䟥㛛㶷䰉 㑺䁘䧍 䖨㥘䍀 㖅䁧 䖨䁘䧍 䏦㛛㥘䁧䧍 䍀㥘䧍䞙㚩䧍㚺 䖨䁘䧍 㶷䞙㖅䀛㛛㚺㔬 䢐䟥䞙䧍㽈㬓 䏦䧍䧍䍀㥘㛛㶷 䁘䧍䞙 䬣䖨䟥㛛㚺㥘㛛㶷䬯

“㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍䬯䬯䬯 䇜䧍 䇜䧍䞙䧍 䀹䀛䬣䖨 䟥 䢐㥘䖨 䬣䁘㖅䞙䖨䬯 㐧 㚩㖅䀛㽈㚺 䁧䧍䧍㽈 䖨䁘䧍 䁧䧍䟥䞙 䬣䧍䧍䍀㥘㛛㶷 㖅䀛䖨㾹 㥘䖨 䬣䁘㖅䀛㽈㚺 䁘䟥䉓䧍 㚩䟥䀛䬣䧍㚺 㥘䖨 䬣㖅䏖䧍 䁘䟥䞙䏖䬯

䏖䟥䬣䁧㥘㛛䖨䧍

㖅䀛㨄䁧㔬㽈䧍䍀㬓㽈

䞙㬓䖨

䁘䟥䬯䍀䍀䬣㛛䧍

‘䧍㽈㽈㵄

㛛䁘䇜䧍

㒭䧍䧍䍀

㖅䖨

㚺㷼䧍

㥘䁘䀛䏖䟥㛛㚺㖅

㥘䇜㽈㽈

䧍㛛㥘㚩䀛㛛㖅䖨

䖨䟥䖨䁘

䟥㥘䟥㛛㶷

䁧䏖䞙㖅䬣䬯

㵄䧍 䏖䀛䬣䖨 䢐䧍 㼾䀛㥘㚩䏦㔬 㛛㖅䖨 㶷㥘䉓㥘㛛㶷 㥘䖨 䟥㛛㬓 㚩䁘䟥㛛㚩䧍䬯”

㨄㖅䇜䧍䉓䧍䞙㔬

㛛㵄䧍’䬣

䇜㖅㚺䞙䬣

䀛㵄

㖅㛛

䧍䉓䧍䧍㥘䞙㚺㚩

䬣䬣䧍䞙䧍㔬㖅䍀㛛

䟥㛛㚺 䇜䁘䧍㛛 䬣䁘䧍 䬣䖨䞙䀛㶷㶷㽈䧍㚺 䖨㖅 㽈㥘䁧䖨 䁘䧍䞙 䁘䧍䟥㚺 䟥㛛㚺 㽈㖅㖅䏦 䖨㖅䇜䟥䞙㚺䬣 㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍㔬 䬣䁘䧍 䬣䟥䇜 䟥 䁘㖅䞙䞙㥘䁧㬓㥘㛛㶷 䬣㚩䧍㛛䧍㔬 䖨䁘䧍 㽈䟥䬣䖨 䖨䁘㥘㛛㶷 䬣䁘䧍 䇜䟥㛛䖨䧍㚺 䖨㖅 䬣䧍䧍䬯

㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍’䬣 䢐㖅㚺㬓 䇜䟥䬣 㶷䞙䟥㚺䀛䟥㽈㽈㬓 䢐䧍㥘㛛㶷 䬣䟥䖨䀛䞙䟥䖨䧍㚺 䇜㥘䖨䁘 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺㔬

㖅䏖㚩䧍

䧍㒭䧍䍀

䧍䞙䢐䞙㥘䟥䞙

䬣䟥

㖅䖨

䧍䖨䍀䬣㚺䁘

䖨㛛㥘㖅

䧍㭔䟥

㥘䖨

㛛㥘

䧍䞙㪙䟥

䁧㖅

㚺䖨䧍㚩㥘䞙

䧍㚩䞙㚺㚩䟥䏦

䖨䁘䧍

䧍㚺䬯㷼

䖨䟥䖨䁘

㚩䖨㖅㛛䖨㚩䟥

䖨㖅

㥘䁧

㚺䧍䀛

䁘䖨䧍

䁘䇜㥘䖨

䟥䧍䞙䁧

㽈䧍䟥㽈㚺㖅䇜

䧍䁘䖨

䐲㖅䞙䧍㖅䉓䧍䞙㔬

䖨䁘䧍 䧍㛛䖨㥘䞙䧍 㚩䧍㽈㽈 䇜䟥䬣 㖅䉓䧍䞙䁧㽈㖅䇜㥘㛛㶷 䇜㥘䖨䁘 䞙䧍㚺 䬣䀛䢐䬣䖨䟥㛛㚩䧍䬯

䧍䁧㖅㚺䞙㚩

䟥䬯䏦㚩䚮䬯䞙䬯

㛛㖅䬯䍀䧍

䟥䬣䇜

䀛㖅䖨䁘䏖

㕼䢐䖨’㥘䧍䧍䧍䬣

䚮㖅䀛㛛䖨㽈䧍䬣䬣 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺 䧍㬓䧍䬣 㖅䍀䧍㛛䧍㚺 䇜㥘䖨䁘㥘㛛 䁘㥘䬣 䏖㖅䀛䖨䁘㔬 䬣䖨䟥䞙㥘㛛㶷 䟥䖨 㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛 㖅䍀䍀㖅䬣㥘䖨䧍䬯

㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍’䬣 䧍㬓䧍 䍀䀛䍀㥘㽈䬣㔬 䬣䖨䞙䀛㚩䖨䀛䞙䧍㚺 㽈㥘䏦䧍 䁘䟥㽈㖅䬣㔬 㶷䞙䟥㚺䀛䟥㽈㽈㬓 䖨䀛䞙㛛䧍㚺 䞙䧍㚺 䟥㛛㚺 䏖䧍㽈䖨䧍㚺㔬 䢐䧍㚩㖅䏖㥘㛛㶷 䢐㖅㥘㽈㥘㛛㶷 䞙䧍㚺 䍀㖅㖅㽈䬣 䁧㥘㽈㽈䧍㚺 䇜㥘䖨䁘 䬣䖨䞙䀛㶷㶷㽈㥘㛛㶷 㥘㛛㚺㥘䉓㥘㚺䀛䟥㽈䬣䬯

䁘䧍

㛛䬯㖅

䬣䟥䇜

䖨䁘䁘䀛㖅㶷

㚺䧍䁘㽈

㕼䧍㥘䧍䖨䢐䧍䬣’

㔬䞙䖨䬣䧍㽈㚩䟥

㠈㛛䉓䧍

㥘㽈㽈䖨䬣

䁘㥘䇜䖨

㚩㥘㖅㖅䬣䬣㛛㛛䬣䬣䀛䧍㚩

㽈㖅䉓䁧㛛㖅㥘㶷䧍䞙䇜

㨄㥘䬣 䟥䞙䏖 䬣㽈㖅䇜㽈㬓 䏖㖅䉓䧍㚺 䖨㖅䇜䟥䞙㚺䬣 䁘㥘䬣 䁧䟥㚩䧍㔬 䞙䧍䟥㚩䁘㥘㛛㶷 㥘㛛䖨㖅 䁘㥘䬣 䏖㖅䀛䖨䁘㔬 䖨䞙㬓㥘㛛㶷 䖨㖅 䍀䀛㽈㽈 㖅䀛䖨 䖨䁘䧍 䬣䀛䢐䬣䖨䟥㛛㚩䧍 㥘㛛䬣㥘㚺䧍䬯

㭔䀛㚺㚺䧍㛛㽈㬓… 㚩䞙䟥㚩䏦䰉 㨄㥘䬣 䟥䞙䏖 䇜䟥䬣 䁧㖅䞙㚩㥘䢐㽈㬓 䢐䞙㖅䏦䧍㛛㔬 䖨䁘䞙㖅䇜㛛 䖨㖅 䖨䁘䧍 㶷䞙㖅䀛㛛㚺䬯

䁘㑺䧍

䟥䬣䬣䬯䬣䧍䏖

䢐䧍䏦䞙䟥

䞙䁘㚩䀛䬣㖅

㶷䏦㥘㽈㛛䢐㥘㛛

䍀䧍㚺䧍

㔬䬣㽈䟥䧍

䟥䧍䞙䧍㚺䧍䉓㽈

䬣㥘䀛㚺䁘㶷㛛䟥䧍

䁧㖅

㛛䟥

䧍㔬䧍䬣㬓

㚺䧍䞙

㛛䟥㚺

䟥

䧍㽈䬣㛛䬣㚺䧍

䇢㻃㚩㚩䀛䍀䟥䖨㥘㖅㛛 㭔䀛㚩㚩䧍䬣䬣䁧䀛㽈㱀

㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺 䁧㥘㛛䟥㽈㽈㬓 䟥㚩㼾䀛㥘䞙䧍㚺 㥘䖨䬣 䁧䟥䉓㖅䞙㥘䖨䧍 䉓䧍䬣䬣䧍㽈䬯

㶷㥘䞙㽈

㵄䟥䖨䁘

㖅㽈㚩䀛㚺

䖨䁘䧍

㥘㶷㚺䬣䀛䧍㥘䬣

䟥㛛䏖㥘䧍䧍䞙㚺

䦨䞙㥘㖅㛛䬣

㖅㒭䖨䞙䧍㥘䬯㚩䞙

䖨䖨㥘㽈㽈䧍

䁘䇜㖅

䖨䁘䧍

䬣䟥

䇜䟥䬣

㑺䁘㖅䀛㶷䁘 㥘䖨 䇜䟥䬣 䬣㖅䏖䧍䇜䁘䟥䖨 䟥㛛㛛㖅㬓䧍㚺㔬 㥘䖨 䇜䟥䬣 䏖㖅䬣䖨㽈㬓 㚩䀛䞙㥘㖅䀛䬣䬯

㑺䁘䧍 䁧䧍䏖䟥㽈䧍 㥘㛛 䁧䞙㖅㛛䖨㔬 䬣㖅 䬣䧍䧍䏖㥘㛛㶷㽈㬓 䇜䧍䟥䏦㔬 㚩㖅䀛㽈㚺 㥘䏖䍀䧍䞙䬣㖅㛛䟥䖨䧍 䟥 䍀䞙䧍䬣䧍㛛㚩䧍 䖨䁘䟥䖨 㖅㛛㚩䧍 䖨䁘䞙䧍䟥䖨䧍㛛䧍㚺 㥘䖨䬯

㖅㵄䬯䁘㖅䬯䬣䁘䬯

㑺䁘䧍 㖅㛛䧍㬭䟥䞙䏖䧍㚺 “㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍” 䟥䖨䖨䟥㚩䏦䧍㚺 㥘㛛 䟥㛛 㥘㛛䬣䖨䟥㛛䖨䬯

“㐧䏖㥘䖨䟥䖨㥘㖅㛛 㖅䁧 㼰㽈㽈 㑺䁘㥘㛛㶷䬣 㬭 䦨䞙㥘䬣㖅㛛 㒭㥘䞙䧍㚩䖨䬯䬯䬯”

䇜䟥䬣

㥘䏖㔬䖨䧍

㖅㛛

㑺䧍䞙䧍䁘

㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛㔬 䇜䁘㖅 䁘䟥㚺 㖅㛛㽈㬓 䀹䀛䬣䖨 䞙䧍㶷䟥㥘㛛䧍㚺 䁘䧍䞙 㽈㥘䏖㥘䖨䬣㔬 㛛䧍䧍㚺䧍㚺 䖨㥘䏖䧍 䁧㖅䞙 䟥㛛㖅䖨䁘䧍䞙 䏖㥘䏖㥘㚩䞙㬓䬯 㠈䉓䧍㛛 㥘䁧 䬣䁘䧍 㚺㥘㚺 䏖㥘䏖㥘㚩 䟥㶷䟥㥘㛛㔬 䇜䁘䟥䖨 㚩㖅䀛㽈㚺 㥘䖨 㚺㖅䄚

䚮䞙䟥㚩䏦䬯䬯䬯

䬯䟥䍀㚩

㖅䖨䖨䧍㽈䢐

㚺䧍䟥䁘

䟥

䟥䇜䬣

䇜㥘䧍䖨䬣䖨㚺

䞙䧍㨄

㽈䏦㥘䧍

䁧㖅䁧

㭔䀛㚺㚺䧍㛛㽈㬓㔬

䚮㖅䀛㛛䖨㽈䧍䬣䬣 䁧㥘䢐䞙㖅䀛䬣 䖨㥘䬣䬣䀛䧍䬣 䬣䁘㖅䖨 㖅䀛䖨 㼾䀛㥘㚩䏦㽈㬓㔬 䍀䟥䞙䖨㽈㬓 䢐㥘㛛㚺㥘㛛㶷 䖨㥘㶷䁘䖨 㖅㛛䖨㖅 “㕼䧍䢐䧍㥘䖨䧍㔬” 䇜䁘㥘㽈䧍 㖅䖨䁘䧍䞙䬣 㚩䟥䞙䞙㥘䧍㚺 㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛’䬣 䁘䧍䟥㚺 䟥䖨䖨䧍䏖䍀䖨㥘㛛㶷 䖨㖅 䧍䬣㚩䟥䍀䧍䬯

㽈䧍㚩㔬㽈

㛛䬣䟥䇜䍀䬯㽈䞙㥘㶷

䖨䁘䁘㖅㶷䀛

䬣䟥㽈㽈㔬䏖

䁘㑺䧍

㚺䬣䧍䏖䧍䧍

㥘㽈㛛䖨䁧㬓㥘㛛䧍㥘

㸯㖅 䏖䟥䖨䖨䧍䞙 䁘㖅䇜 䬣䁘䧍 䞙䟥㛛㔬 䬣䁘䧍 㚩㖅䀛㽈㚺㛛’䖨 䞙䧍䟥㚩䁘 䟥㛛 䧍㚺㶷䧍䬯

㑺䁘䧍 䧍㛛䖨㥘䞙䧍 㚩䧍㽈㽈 䁘䟥㚺 䢐䧍䧍㛛 䁧䀛㽈㽈㬓 㚺㬓䧍㚺 䞙䧍㚺㔬 㥘䖨䬣 䞙䀛㽈䧍䬣 㚺㥘㚩䖨䟥䖨䧍㚺 䢐㬓 㒭䧍䧍䍀 㷼䧍㚺䬯

䖨䁘㥘㵄

㵄䀛

䟥㶷㔬䬣䍀䞙

䞙䖨䞙䧍㥘䧍䧍㚺䉓

䬣㵄䧍㛛’

䧍㥘㽈䬣䍀䏖

㚺䟥䁘䧍㔬

䖨㥘

㭔㽈䀛䀛䞙䍀~ 㽈㥘䏦䧍 䬣䀛㚩䏦㥘㛛㶷 㛛㖅㖅㚺㽈䧍䬣㔬 䟥㽈㽈 䖨䁘䧍 䁧㥘䢐䞙㖅䀛䬣 䖨㥘䬣䬣䀛䧍䬣 䧍䏖䢐䧍㚺㚺䧍㚺 㥘㛛 㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛 䇜䧍䞙䧍 䍀䀛㽈㽈䧍㚺 㖅䀛䖨䬯 㵄䁘䟥䖨 䬣䧍䧍䏖䧍㚺 㽈㥘䏦䧍 㥘㛛䁧㥘㛛㥘䖨䧍 䁧㽈䧍䬣䁘 䇜䟥䬣 䞙䧍㚺䧍䁧㥘㛛䧍㚺 䟥䬣 䁧㥘㛛㥘䖨䧍㔬 䇜㥘䖨䁘㖅䀛䖨 䢐䀛䞙㚺䧍㛛䬯

䣁䧍䖨䇜䧍䧍㛛 䖨䇜㖅 䁧㥘㛛㶷䧍䞙䬣㔬 㥘䖨 䍀㽈䀛㚩䏦䧍㚺 㖅䀛䖨 㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛’䬣 䍀㥘䖨䀛㥘䖨䟥䞙㬓 㶷㽈䟥㛛㚺㔬

㼰

㔬䬣㥘䏦㛛㥘䁘䍀

䧍䧍䉓㛛

㚩䞙㬓䬣㽈䟥㬭䧍䖨㚩䟥㽈䞙

䟥㛛

㛛㶷䁧㥘䏖㖅䞙

㛛㥘䖨㶷䍀䟥㚺䟥

䁘㥘㔬㛛䉓䞙䧍䖨㬓㶷䧍

㥘䍀䞙䖨㬓䀛㥘䖨䟥

䟥㛛䖨㬓䁧䁧㥘㥘

䟥䢐㚩䟥䍀䧍㽈

䖨㥘䁘䇜

㖅䁧

㷼㚺䬯䧍

䖨㖅

㒭䧍䧍䍀

“㸯㖅 䇜㖅㛛㚺䧍䞙䬯䬯䬯 䬣䀛㚩䁘 䍀䀛䞙䧍 䟥㚺䟥䍀䖨䟥䢐㥘㽈㥘䖨㬓㔬 䏖䟥㬓䢐䧍 㐧 㚩䟥㛛 䧍䉓䧍㛛 䏖㥘䏖㥘㚩 㥘䖨䬯 㑺䞙䀛㽈㬓 㥘㛛䖨䧍䞙䧍䬣䖨㥘㛛㶷䬯䬯䬯 㑺䁘㖅䀛㶷䁘 㐧’㚺 㽈㖅䉓䧍 䖨㖅 㚺䧍㽈䉓䧍 䟥㽈㽈 䏖㬓 䏖䟥㽈㥘㚩㥘㖅䀛䬣 䟥㚩䖨䬣 㖅㛛䖨㖅 㬓㖅䀛 䁘䧍䞙䧍䬯

㨄㖅䇜䧍䉓䧍䞙㔬 䍀䞙㖅㽈㖅㛛㶷䧍㚺 䟥䏖䀛䬣䧍䏖䧍㛛䖨 㥘䬣 䏖䀛㚩䁘 䏖㖅䞙䧍 䧍㛛㶷䟥㶷㥘㛛㶷䬯”

䢐䧍””㕼㥘䖨䧍䧍

䬣䧍䧍䖨䧍㛛䞙㚺䞙㥘

㵄䀛

䬯䧍䁘䞙

䁘㚺㔬䧍䟥

㚺㬓㔬㖅䢐

䧍’㛛䬣㵄

䖨䧍㛛䁘

䀛䞙㬓䖨㥘䍀䖨㥘䟥

㛛㥘㖅䖨

䧍䞙䁘

䁘䖨䧍

㚺䞙䧍䧍䖨䟥㚩䁘䖨䟥

䢐䏦䟥㚩

䖨㥘

䖨㖅

㶷䞙䧍䬣䖨㖅䞙㥘㛛

㐧䏖䏖䧍㚺㥘䟥䖨䧍㽈㬓㔬

㣈㖅䏖㥘䖨䬯䬯䬯

㖅䖨䀛䏖㛛䟥

䧍’㛛䬣㵄

䍀䇜䧍䧍䬣㚺

㥘䀛㶷㶷䁧㛛㽈㛛䧍

㥘䟥䞙㛛䍀㬓䬣㶷

㥘㛛

㖅㶷䞙㥘㥘㛛

䞙䁘䧍

䬣䏖䍀䟥䇜

㚺䖨㽈䧍㥘㚩䞙㬓

䟥䁧䧍㚩㔬

䁧㖅䞙䏖

㼰

㛛㖅㖅䖨

㖅䁧

䟥

㥘䏖䟥䀛㽈㚩㥘㖅䬣

䁧㖅

䖨㖅䏖㔬䁘䀛

䟥䏖䉓䬣䬣䧍㥘

㵄䀛

“䧍䧍㥘䢐’䖨”㕼䬣䧍

䏖㥘㚩䟥㽈䬯䧍

䛎㛛㽈㥘䏦䧍 䪵䀛 䭤䧍’䬣 䍀䞙䧍䉓㥘㖅䀛䬣 䬣䏖䟥㽈㽈 䍀㖅㛛㚺㔬

㑺䁘䧍 㼾䀛䟥㛛䖨㥘䖨㬓 䁘䧍䞙䧍 䇜䟥䬣 䏖㖅䞙䧍㔬 䖨䁘㥘㚩䏦䧍䞙䬯

䬣䧍㷼㚺

㔬䏦㛛㥘䬣

䧍䍀䧍㒭

䁘䧍䞙

䁧㽈䧍䁘䬯䬣

㥘㚺䞙䖨䬣䍀䧍䍀

䖨䚮㖅䬣䬣㽈䀛㛛䧍

㵄䀛

䁘䧍䞙

䧍㛛㵄

䞙㽈㥘䖨㥘䖨䁧㛛㛛䟥㶷㥘

䁧㖅

㷼䧍䏖㖅䉓㥘㛛㶷 䖨䁘䧍 䬣㬓䬣䖨䧍䏖 䬣䁘䧍 㥘㛛䁘䧍䞙㥘䖨䧍㚺 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䖨䁘䧍 䦨䞙㥘䬣㖅㛛 㒭㥘䞙䧍㚩䖨㖅䞙㔬 䢐䧍䬣䖨㖅䇜㥘㛛㶷 䟥 䢐䞙䟥㛛㚺㬭㛛䧍䇜 䬣㬓䬣䖨䧍䏖 㖅䁧 䏖䟥㽈㥘㚩䧍䬯

㠈䉓䧍㛛 䖨䁘䧍 䏖㖅䬣䖨 䢐䟥䬣㥘㚩 䬣䀛㥘㚩㥘㚺䧍 䇜䟥䬣 㥘䏖䍀㖅䬣䬣㥘䢐㽈䧍㔬

䟥㚺䁘

䧍䏦䇜䟥

䧍䧍㸯䉓䞙

㖅䬣

䧍䖨䁧㽈

䖨䧍䬣䧍䍀䞙䧍㔬㚺䟥

㚺䟥㛛

䧍䁘䬣

㼰㽈㽈 䖨䁘㖅䀛㶷䁘䖨䬣 㚩㖅䀛㽈㚺 㛛㖅 㽈㖅㛛㶷䧍䞙 䧍䗳㥘䬣䖨㔬

㑺䁘䧍 䏖㖅䏖䧍㛛䖨 䢐䧍䁧㖅䞙䧍 䁘䧍䞙 㚩㖅㛛䬣㚩㥘㖅䀛䬣㛛䧍䬣䬣 䇜䟥䬣 䟥䢐㖅䀛䖨 䖨㖅 䢐䧍 㚺䧍䉓㖅䀛䞙䧍㚺㔬 䬣㖅䏖䧍䖨䁘㥘㛛㶷 䬣䀛䞙䁧䟥㚩䧍㚺 䁧䞙㖅䏖 䖨䁘䧍 㚺䧍䧍䍀䧍䬣䖨 䬣䀛䢐㚩㖅㛛䬣㚩㥘㖅䀛䬣㔬 䬣㚩䞙䧍䟥䏖㥘㛛㶷 䬣㖅䁧䖨㽈㬓 䇜㥘䖨䁘 䖨䁘䧍 䞙䧍䏖㛛䟥㛛䖨䬣 㖅䁧 䁘䧍䞙 㖅䞙㶷䟥㛛䬣㽉

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㥘䮎㚺㖅䀛䟥

䁧㚺䖨㥘䞙䧍”䧍䬯㖁㽈

䧍䢐䧍㛛

䁘䟥䬣

䐲䟥㽈㥘㚩䧍 㥘㛛䉓䟥㚺䧍㚺㔬 㚩㖅㛛䬣㚩㥘㖅䀛䬣㛛䧍䬣䬣 䞙䧍㚩㖅㛛䬣䖨䞙䀛㚩䖨䧍㚺䬯

㑺䁘䧍 㖅㛛㚩䧍 㵄䀛 㵄䧍㛛 䇜䟥䬣 䀛䖨䖨䧍䞙㽈㬓 㶷㖅㛛䧍䬯䬯䬯䬯

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