Chapter 870: Chapter 849: Psychology

With Luo Di leaving the mansion in the Inner Ring through the Black Door,

only five people are left here.

Diaterov

Landlord

Wu Wen

Dormo

Yu Ze

As the human representative, Director Diaterov waits for half an hour before heading to the Green Gate. His essence of Fear seems to be akin to a monster.

He is the only survivor among the earliest humans to explore the Corner and a key figure in the establishment of the United Nations, setting off the exploration of the Corner.

Yu Ze maintains a kind smile, waving goodbye while observing the door closely.

Indeed,

it’s not a simple opening of the Green Gate.

When the Director reaches out to push the door, the color of the Green Gate becomes thin, and the surface of the door reveals a structure similar to bricks, turning it more into a wall.

A wall existing within the secret room.

Yu Ze looks at the door of the secret room, his heart surging.

『Indeed… it wasn’t the Human Exploration Bureau that the secret room initially approached, but the Director as the first Corner survivor.

To some extent, the Director was someone chosen ahead of time.

To survive alone in an undeveloped Corner influence area while maintaining humanity seems not just a feat of strong will, but because he found some unutterable secret.

No wonder he’s the Director!

With someone like him as a leader for humanity, the Exploration Bureau will inevitably catch up with the progress of the monsters, and more human elites will follow.

Though it doesn’t matter much at the moment, human cooperation with Vortex Town has become an inevitability.

Strangely, none of the other ministers managed to squeeze into this great selection, and I happened to secure the last spot.

Moreover, some memories about the Exploration Bureau appear somewhat blurry as I recall them.

It seems the harm caused by Mr. Rose wasn’t negligible… but such a cost is worthwhile, as long as it doesn’t affect my upcoming ascent.”』

Yu Ze faintly senses a headache, but his mood remains joyous.

Since he is last in line, there’s still plenty of time. After sending off the Director, he finds a seat in the hall and sits down to rest, closing his eyes and operating his mental method.

Soon after, the human-shaped Landlord leaves through the Green Gate.

Next is Wu Wen,

Like Luo Di, the door she corresponds to allows only her passage — the meat-colored door. This door emerged as a new type of Fear just twenty years ago; before then, everyone could only choose among the first five doors.

After half an hour,

she did not rush towards the meat-colored door but continued to wait here, seemingly conducting a pre-race adjustment.

Dormo watches as the time slowly slips away, stealthily infiltrating Wu Wen’s thoughts in dream form.

『Wu Wen, it’s your turn.』

『No rush… we’ll leave together.”』

Dormo hesitates, 『Isn’t this awkward?』

『Don’t overthink it, I just want to ensure your safety. After all, we are part of the earliest batch of members from Vortex Town, so we should take care of each other.

Can you feel it? The potential danger in this room.”』

『Are you referring to… Yu Ze?』

『Yes, although I didn’t directly sense something odd about him, my intuition rarely errs. Of course, he’s always had a dangerous aura, and to ensure we’re safe, I’ll go with you.

Oh! Dormo, can your dream infiltrate to check?”』

『There’s a possibility of being noticed.”』

『Let it be noticed; if you can find something wrong and we handle him here together, it’s not out of the question.”』

『Alright.”』

The intangible, colorless dream slowly infiltrates with no obstruction, fully enveloping Yu Ze’s brain.

No impurities remain; it’s as calm and clear as water with no suspicious signs, completely a person of righteousness, never tainted by the desires of the Corner.

Suddenly,

Yu Ze opens his eyes, swiftly rises, and walks directly toward Dormo.

Wu Wen is already prepared to activate the bathtub,

Dormo himself places his physical form between reality and the dream’s separator, ready for a quick escape from danger.

However,

Yu Ze doesn’t touch; he merely places his hand in front of Dormo, starting to calculate.

The calculation is complex, sweat appears on his forehead, several nails crack and even break in half.

As the calculation stops, Yu Ze gradually opens his eyes, gasps heavily.

“Dormo, out of curiosity, I did a reading for all three of us… but when I got to yours, I felt something amiss.

The journey ahead might hold dangers, and Dormo, you might bear greater risks.”

Be very careful; I hope we can all interact safely with the Prison Director’s arm. At least, considering the current large-scale selection, it seems the Prison Director’s intent is for us all to acquire Divine Status.”

Of course, only one will be chosen by the arm. It might be among us, or perhaps among the next group of members.”

Facing Yu Ze’s kind advice, Dormo is quite surprised, nods in response.

“Thank you, I’ll be vigilant! You should rest quickly and avoid traveling with injuries.”

“No problem~ I have to wait for a few dozen minutes more, enough for rest.”

During their conversation,

Unnoticed, Wu Wen arrives behind them, silently brushing Yu Ze’s nape with her hand, creating a faint sensation of merging.

Her eyes flash with slight confusion but quickly conceal it.

Wu Wen drops her hand on Dormo’s shoulder, softly saying: “Recovered enough, let’s go.”

Dormo’s dream-based Fear corresponds to the White Door branch, while Wu Wen naturally heads towards the meat-colored door.

After the two leave, only Yu Ze remains in this Inner Ring mansion.

He quickly mixes a bowl of talismanic water for himself, drinks, then meditates on the spot, recovering his state. No change in expression, no change in aura, his appearance remains dignified as the immortal wind sweeps over him.

“Phew~ Being last allows me more rest time; contacting the arm may have its sequence difference, but genuine contact necessitates preparation.””

Yu Ze calculates the time is about right, shakes his slightly uncomfortable head, and heads towards the Yellow Gate corresponding to him.

As a Connector like Luo Di, he corresponds to the Human Fear system’s [psychological distortion], specifically a branch of the Yellow Gate.

He distinctly knows he has psychological issues since childhood. He’s always been actively repairing them, using the Heart Clearing Technique passed down by his sect to suppress them; this is his daily routine.

Earlier, while running the Heart Clearing Technique, the brain pain persisted.

Upon reaching the Yellow Gate, he recalls the past.

Due to psychological issues, he nearly became a Pseudo-Person; fortunately, he connected with the world then, and was taken under his master’s wing, entering the correct path.

“Once I refine my Divine Status, I can return to my master’s side to assist in slaying that demon beast…”

Suddenly,

A wave of disgust at the mental level hits Yu Ze; a few bloody scenes surface in his mind.

He seems to see his master dying tragically, but it soon fades away.

“Master should be fine… This is a critical time; don’t let the Heart Demon disturb my consciousness. Fellow countrymen are ahead, I must catch up quickly.””

“Yu… Ze.””

Suddenly, a familiar, aged voice comes from behind.

Yu Ze is shocked, quickly turns around.

Only to see the master’s remains just behind him, a decaying skull barely connected to the neck, from the complex wound it seems to be torn apart alive rather than bitten by a demon beast.

Moreover.

Behind the master are numerous fellow disciples from the sect, as well as some powerful uncles. All have died, all approach Yu Ze, each presenting a state of tragic death.

Heart Clearing Technique.

Yu Ze sits cross-legged directly, as if long accustomed, often witnessing such scenes, unfazed; he quickly processes the psychological aspect.

He operates it for a whole hour before gradually eliminating the noises beside his ears and the strange sensations on his body.

When he opens his eyes,

He finds himself in a completely unfamiliar scene zone, surrounded by towering maze walls blocking everything out.

A compass, inherited from his master and regarded as the sect’s treasured item, is held in his hand,

striding vigorously.

Yu Ze follows the guidance of the compass to begin traversing the maze quickly, his eyes filled with righteousness and determination.

“Master, wait for my return… I will surely slay that demon beast…”

老

盧

盧

㳥䋼㙅䅛㺾䎇

㳝㘇䎇

蘆

盧

櫓

㖶䳞㒁䎇㖶㠄

㖲䛓

爐

㺾㑽䛓䎇㺾䐳

擄

虜

露㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇㯩 㿁㘇䛓 㘇䅛㖶 䖼䎇䎇䐳 䎇㠄䳞䨶䳞䐳䅛㳝䎇㖶㯩 䳞䐳䳞㳝䳞䅛㠄㠄䋼 㘇䅛㖶 䅛 㳝䎇㺾㺾䳞䖼㠄䎇 䨶䳞䐳㖶䤪䎇㳝㯩 䎇䤪㤍䎇㷠䳞䅛㠄㠄䋼 㿁㘇䎇䐳 㘇䎇 䤪䅛㿁 㳝㘇䅛㳝 䢮䛓䤪䎇 㒁䅛䐳䛓㺾 㘇䅛㖶 䖼䎇䎇䐳 㺾䅛㸎䎇㖶 㳝䛓 㳝㘇䎇 䛇㺾䛓㳨䐳㖶㯩 㘇䳞䤪 䐳䎇䛇䅛㳝䳞㓩䎇 䎇䨶䛓㳝䳞䛓䐳䤪 㺾䎇䅛㷠㘇䎇㖶 䅛䐳 㳨䐳㤍㺾䎇㷠䎇㖶䎇䐳㳝䎇㖶 㘇䎇䳞䛇㘇㳝㳥

䘫㘇䎇 㺾䎇䅛䤪䛓䐳 䛓㖲 㳝㘇䎇 㤍䅛䤪㳝 㿁䅛䤪 㷠䛓䨶㤍㠄䎇㳝䎇㠄䋼 䛇䛓䐳䎇 䅛㳝 㳝㘇䳞䤪 䨶䛓䨶䎇䐳㳝㯩

㘇䘫䎇

㠄㠄䋼㳨㖲

䤪㿁䅛

㘇㳝䎇

䐳䤪䎇䎇䤪䎇㷠

䨶䎇䛓㺾㳝䐳䤪

㺾㤍䎇㸄䛓㳝䎇㷠㯩㖶

䛓㖲

㑽㘇䅛㺾䛇䳞䐳䛇 䅛㠄䛓䐳䎇 㳝䛓㿁䅛㺾㖶䤪 㳝㘇䎇 㻠㳨䨶䅛䐳 㡢㪼㤍㠄䛓㺾䅛㳝䳞䛓䐳 䗁㳨㺾䎇䅛㳨㳥

㻠䅛㠄㖲 䅛䐳 㘇䛓㳨㺾 㠄䅛㳝䎇㺾㯩

㠄䖼䎇㳨㺾䖼

㠄㖲㳨㠄

䅛䤪㳝䳞䐳䎇㖶

㳝䎹䛓

䐳䋼䛓㠄

䳞㘇䨶㯩

䎇㳝㘇

㖲䛓

㖲䛓

㳝㳨䐳㖶㺾䎇

䳞㘇䤪

䤪㳝䛇䎇㤍㤍䳞䐳

䤪㠄䐳䤪䎇䎇㠄䎇䤪㯩䤪㤍㘇

㳨㪥㘇㷠㷠䎇㠄

䎇㺾㖶

㷠䎇䅛㖲

䐳䛓

䐳䎇㳥㖶

䐳䛓㳝䳞

䤪䐳䳞㺾㳨㯩

䅛

䛇䛓䐳㠄

䐳䳞

㓩䎇䐳䎇

䅛㠄㿁㪥㿁䅛䋼㺾㖶

㺾㷠䅛䎇㳝

䎇㘇

䛓㷠㠄㖶㳨

䎇㘇㳝

䪷㠄㳝㘇䛓㳨䛇㘇 㘇䎇 㷠䛓㳨㠄㖶䐳’㳝 㓩䎇䐳㳝 㘇䳞䤪 㖶䎇䤪䳞㺾䎇䤪 㳝㘇㺾䛓㳨䛇㘇 䤪㠄䅛㳨䛇㘇㳝䎇㺾㯩

㙅䛓䛓㪥䳞䐳䛇 䅛㳝 㳝㘇䎇 “䨶䅛䤪㳝䎇㺾㤍䳞䎇㷠䎇 䛓㖲 䤪䛓䨶䎇䛓䐳䎇” 䳞䐳 㖲㺾䛓䐳㳝 䛓㖲 㘇䳞䨶㯩 㘇䎇 㖲䛓㳨䐳㖶 㘇䳞䨶䤪䎇㠄㖲 㺾䎇㠄䳞䎇㓩䎇㖶 䮱㳨䳞㳝䎇 䅛 䖼䳞㳝㳥

䖑

㪥㠄䳞䎇

䐳䳞

㳝䛓

䐳䳞㖶䎇㖶䎇

䎇䨶䛓䤪

䳞㘇䤪㳝

䖑

䐳䳞

㿁㳨䛓㖶㠄

䅛

䳞㖲䎇䐳䛓㺾䳞㺾

䅛㓩㷠䳞㘇䎇䎇

䛓㳨䋼

䅛㖲㠄㠄

㓩䎇㺾䐳䎇

㳝䛇㘇㳨㘇䛓㳝

㠄㷠䅛䎇㤍

䎇㠄㓩㠄㯩䎇

㳥㳝䤪㳥䳞㘇㳥

䘫”䛓

䅛㘇䅛~㘇㘇䅛

䖑

䅛䨶

䅛㿁䤪䋼~

䪷䐳䋼㿁䅛䋼㯩 㳝㘇䎇㺾䎇’䤪 䤪㳝䳞㠄㠄 䅛䐳 䛓㤍㤍䛓㺾㳝㳨䐳䳞㳝䋼 䅛 䋼䎇䅛㺾 㠄䅛㳝䎇㺾㯩 㸄㳨䤪㳝 䅛 䨶䎇㺾䎇 䋼䎇䅛㺾 䳞䤪 䐳䛓㳝㘇䳞䐳䛇 㳝䛓 䨶䎇㳥”

㒁䛓㠄䅛㺾䤪 䤪㳨㖶㖶䎇䐳㠄䋼 㷠㺾㳨䤪㘇䎇㖶㯩 㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 䤪㳨㖶㖶䎇䐳㠄䋼 㖶䎇㠄䳞㓩䎇㺾䎇㖶 䅛 䤪㠄䅛䤪㘇㯩 㳝㘇䎇 㺾㳨䳞䐳䤪 㿁䎇㺾䎇 㷠䛓䨶㤍㠄䎇㳝䎇㠄䋼 㷠㳨㳝 䅛㤍䅛㺾㳝㯩 䅛 㠄䅛㺾䛇䎇 䅛䨶䛓㳨䐳㳝 䛓㖲 䖼㳨㺾䳞䎇㖶 㷠䛓㺾㤍䤪䎇 㺾䎇䨶䅛䳞䐳䤪 㿁䎇㺾䎇 㳝䛓㺾䐳 䅛㤍䅛㺾㳝㳥

䅛䐳㖶

㖲䛓

䎇䘫㘇

䳞䐳㓩䳞䳞㳥㖶䋼㳝

䅛䤪㿁

㳝㘇䤪䳞

㠄䤪㘇䤪䅛

㪼䎇䨶㖶䳞

㿁㳝䳞㘇

㺾䎇䛓䤪䐳㯩㳨䛓䨶

䎇㤍㺾㿁䛓

㡢㓩䎇䐳 㳝㘇䛓㳨䛇㘇 㘇䎇 㿁䅛䤪 䎇㠄䳞䨶䳞䐳䅛㳝䎇㖶㯩

䘫㘇䎇 㷠䛓䨶㤍㠄䎇㳝䎇 䎇㪼㤍㠄䛓㺾䅛㳝䳞䛓䐳 䛓㖲 㳝㘇䎇 㑧㺾䳞䛇䳞䐳䅛㠄 㯀㳨䐳䛇䎇䛓䐳㯩 䅛䐳㖶 㳝㘇䎇 䛇㺾䎇䅛㳝 䎇䐳㘇䅛䐳㷠䎇䨶䎇䐳㳝 䖼㺾䛓㳨䛇㘇㳝 䖼䋼 㳝㘇䎇 䎇䅛㺾㠄䳞䎇㺾 䤪㳝䅛䛇䎇 䛓㖲 㳝㘇䎇 䓒㺾䅛䐳㖶 䒊䎇㠄䎇㷠㳝䳞䛓䐳 㿁䎇㺾䎇 㳝㺾䎇䨶䎇䐳㖶䛓㳨䤪㯩 䐳䛓㿁 㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 㘇䅛㖶 䤪㳝䎇㤍㤍䎇㖶 䛓䐳㳝䛓 㳝㘇䎇 㳝㘇㺾䎇䤪㘇䛓㠄㖶 䛓㖲 䅛 䛛䤪䎇㳨㖶䛓䅞䓒䛓㖶㳥

䎇䎇㯩㖶䐳㖶

䅛㪼䎇

䐳䛇㿁䳞䤪

䘫䳞㘇䤪

䪷㷠㷠䳞㖶䎇䐳㳝䅛㠄㠄䋼 㳝䎇䅛㺾䳞䐳䛇 䛓㤍䎇䐳 㳝㘇䎇 䅛㠄㠄䎇䋼 䅛㷠㺾䛓䤪䤪 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㳝㺾䎇䎇㳝㯩

䪷 䤪㳝㺾䅛䐳䛇䎇 䖼㠄㳨䎇 㠄䳞䛇㘇㳝 㷠䅛䤪㳝 䛓㓩䎇㺾㯩

㺾䅛㿁㖶䐳

㿁䅛䤪

䎇䅛㷠㳝䋼䛓䎇䳞㠄㪼㠄㤍䐳

䅛䎇㯩䋼㠄㠄

䐳㳨㳝䛇㤍䅛㷠㺾䳞

䤪㘇䛓㤍

㳝䤪䐳䳞䋼䐳䅛㠄㳝

䖼㠄㳨䎇

㓩㯩㺾䛓䎇

㤍䎇㖶䎇䎇䤪㳝

㳝䎇㘇

㒁㺾㳥

䤪䢮’䎇䤪䛓

䤪䤪㷠䳞䛓㳨㳨㷠㳥䐳㤍䛓

䅛㠄䤪䛇䤪

䳞㖶䐳㖶㘇䎇

䎇㳝㘇

㳝㘇䳞㿁

䤪㿁䅛

㳝䅛㘇㳝

㸎䛇䅛䎇

䐳䳞

“䘫㘇䳞䤪 䳞䤪㳥㳥㳥 㳝㘇䅛㳝 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠 䤪㘇䛓㤍㘒 䘫䛓 㳝㘇䳞䐳㪥 䳞㳝 㿁䛓㳨㠄㖶 㺾䎇䅛㷠㘇 䛓㳨㳝 㳝䛓 䨶䎇 䅛㳝 㳝㘇䳞䤪 㤍䛓䳞䐳㳝 䳞䐳 㳝䳞䨶䎇㳥 䖑㳝’䤪 䐳䛓㳝 䳞䨶㤍䛓䤪䤪䳞䖼㠄䎇㯩 䅛㖲㳝䎇㺾 䅛㠄㠄㯩 䖑 㷠㳨㺾㺾䎇䐳㳝㠄䋼 㘇䅛㓩䎇 䐳䛓 㤍㠄䅛㷠䎇 㳝䛓 㺾䎇䤪㳝㳥”

㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇’䤪 䨶䳞䐳㖶䤪䎇㳝 㘇䅛㖶 䅛㠄㺾䎇䅛㖶䋼 㳨䐳㖶䎇㺾䛇䛓䐳䎇 䅛 䤪䳞䛇䐳䳞㖲䳞㷠䅛䐳㳝 㷠㘇䅛䐳䛇䎇㯩 䳞㖲 䳞㳝 㿁䎇㺾䎇 䖼䎇㖲䛓㺾䎇㯩 㘇䎇 㿁䛓㳨㠄㖶 䐳䎇㓩䎇㺾 㘇䅛㓩䎇 䨶䅛㖶䎇 䤪㳨㷠㘇 㷠䛓䐳㳝䅛㷠㳝㳥

䨶䅛䋼䐳㠄䳞

䛇㠄䎇䐳㖲䳞䎇

䛓䐳㿁

䅛㖶㳝䎇㘇

䋼䖼

䅛㘇㖶

䎇㻠

㳥㘇䳞䨶

㘇䎇㳝䎇䤪

㘇䳞䤪

㳨䛓㖶㖲䐳

䎇䖼

䛓㖲

㳝䛓

䅛䳞㳝㠄䐳㺾䅛䎇㓩䎇㳝

䐳㠄䛇䛓

㘇㳝䎇

㳨㠄䐳㿁䳞䛇㠄䐳䳞

㯩䅛㳝㘇㤍

䤪䐳䎇㯩䤪䖼䅛㷠㳨䤪㳝

䐳㓩䎇䤪㖶䛓㘇㿁䛓䛇㺾䅛䳞

㘇䎇

䎇䤪䛓䎇䛓䐳䨶

䅛㳝䐳䳞㖶㳝䎇

䎹䛓㿁㯩

䂯䅛䳞㠄㳨㺾䎇 䨶䅛㖶䎇 㘇䳞䨶 㿁䳞㠄㠄䳞䐳䛇 㳝䛓 䅛㷠㷠䎇㤍㳝 㿁㘇䅛㳝 㘇䎇 䛓䐳㷠䎇 㺾䎇䤪䳞䤪㳝䎇㖶 䨶䛓䤪㳝㯩 䅛㖲㳝䎇㺾 䅛㠄㠄 㘇䎇 㿁䅛䤪 䐳䛓 㠄䛓䐳䛇䎇㺾 㳝㘇䎇 䐳㳨䨶䖼䎇㺾 䛓䐳䎇 䛓㖲 㳝㘇䎇 䗁㠄䅛㷠㪥 㯀䛓䛓㺾㯩 㙅㳨䛓 㯀䳞 㘇䅛㖶 䅛㠄㺾䎇䅛㖶䋼 䛇䛓䐳䎇 䅛㘇䎇䅛㖶㳥

㳝䳞㺾㳝䅛䎇㯩

䐳㖶䅛

㳝䎇䳞䳞㖶㖶

㯩㺾䅛㳨䅛

䳞㘇䤪

㯩㠄䎇㓩䤪䎇䎇

䤪䳞㘇

㘇䤪䳞

㘇䎇㳝

㳝䎇䤪䛓㺾㖶

䅛䅛㷠㖶䛓㺾㤍䎇㤍㘇

䳞䐳

䨶䛓䎇䎇㳥㖶䅛䐳㺾

㺾䛓䐳䅛㠄䨶

䎇㻠

䎇㪼䅛

㘇䎇

㠄䛇䋼䤪㳝㘇㠄䳞

䛓㠄䎇㿁㺾䎇㖶

㳝㘇㿁䳞

㘇㖶䐳䅛

䅛

㳗䐳䛓㷠㪥 㪥䐳䛓㷠㪥~

䗦䳞㳝㘇 䛇㺾䎇䅛㳝 㷠䛓㳨㺾㳝䎇䤪䋼㯩 㘇䎇 㪥䐳䛓㷠㪥䎇㖶 䛓䐳 㳝㘇䎇 㖶䛓䛓㺾㯩

䨶䎇㪥䅛

䨶䅛䐳㯩

䤪㿁㠄㠄䛓䋼

㖲㳝䎇䅛㺾

䎇㘇

䐳㖶䛓䛇䳞

㖶䳞㖶

䎇㖶䅞䅛䳞㠄䛇㖶䨶䎇㖶

䛓㺾㯩㖶䛓

䐳䋼䅛

䎇㳝㘇

䤪䳞㳥䛓䎇䐳

䛓㺾䐳䤪䎇㤍䎇䤪

䨶䅛䎇䳞㖲䳞㺾㖲䅛㳝㓩

㘇䳞䤪

㺾䛓㖲䨶

䅛

䐳䋼㑧㠄

䎇㳝䤪䖼

䐳䛓䎇㤍

䐳䛓㳝

㳝䛓

㓩䛇㺾䎇䳞䐳㷠䎇䳞

䗦㘇䛓 㪥䐳䎇㿁㯩

㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 㿁䅛䤪 䤪㳝㳨䐳䐳䎇㖶 䅛䤪 䤪䛓䛓䐳 䅛䤪 㘇䎇 䎇䐳㳝䎇㺾䎇㖶㚾 㘇䎇 㿁䅛䤪 䐳䛓㳝 䤪䛓㳨䛇㘇㳝 䅛㖲㳝䎇㺾 䅛㠄䛓䐳䎇㳥

䨶䎇䛓䎇䒊䐳䛓

㠄䅛㺾㖶䎇䅛䋼

䎇㿁㺾䎇

㘇㺾㳝䎇㯩䎇

䨶䳞㺾䖼

䅛

㯩䎇䛓䐳㷠㳨㳝㺾

㳝䤪䅛䛇䳞䐳䐳㖶

㖲㪥㳥㠄㷠䐳䎇䳞䛇䳞㺾

㘇䅛㳝

㘇䎇㳝

㿁䅛䤪

䎇䖼䅛䎇㘇䐳㳝

䛓䎇䖼䎇㺾㖲

㖲䛓

䛓䳞䤪㳨㺾㓩䅛

䤪㺾䅛䨶

㘇䎇㳝

㡢㓩䎇䐳 䅛䤪 䅛 㖲䛓㳨䐳㖶䳞䐳䛇 䨶䎇䨶䖼䎇㺾 䛓㖲 㳝㘇䎇 㑽䛓㺾䐳䎇㺾 䛓㺾䛇䅛䐳䳞㸎䅛㳝䳞䛓䐳㯩 㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 㘇䅛㖶 䐳䛓㳝 㘇䅛㖶 䨶㳨㷠㘇 䳞䐳㳝䎇㺾䅛㷠㳝䳞䛓䐳 㿁䳞㳝㘇 䓒㺾䅛䐳䐳䋼㯩 䅛䐳㖶 㳝㘇䎇㺾䎇 㘇䅛㖶 䐳䎇㓩䎇㺾 䖼䎇䎇䐳 䅛䐳䋼 㖶䳞㺾䎇㷠㳝 㷠䛓䐳㖲㠄䳞㷠㳝 䖼䎇㳝㿁䎇䎇䐳 㳝㘇䎇 㳝㿁䛓 䛓㺾䛇䅛䐳䳞㸎䅛㳝䳞䛓䐳䤪㳥

㻠䎇 㷠䛓䐳㳝䳞䐳㳨䎇㖶 㳝䛓 䨶䅛䳞䐳㳝䅛䳞䐳 䤪䳞㠄䎇䐳㷠䎇㯩 䤪㿁䳞㖲㳝㠄䋼 䅛㺾㺾䳞㓩䳞䐳䛇 䳞䐳 㖲㺾䛓䐳㳝 䛓㖲 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓㳨䐳㳝䎇㺾㳥

㿁䅛䤪

㿁㺾䛓䐳㯩䎇

䐳䅛

㘇䎇㳝

㤍䤪䐳䎇䅛㳝䛓㯩㷠㳝㪼䳞䎇

㯩䛓㖶䓒

䤪䅛

䅛䐳

䐳䋼䳞㖶䅛㺾㺾䛓

㺾䐳䎇㤍䛓䤪㳥

㑧䎇㳨㳝㺾

㘇㿁䛓

㳝䛓

䤪㘇㤍䛓

䛓䅛䐳䋼㑽㳝㺾㺾

䅛㤍㖶䎇䎇㤍䅛㺾

䪷㘇~

䘫㘇䎇 䤪㘇䛓㤍 䛓㿁䐳䎇㺾 㖲䳞㺾䤪㳝 㠄䎇㳝 䛓㳨㳝 䅛 㘇㳨䛇䎇 䋼䅛㿁䐳㯩 䅛䤪 䳞㖲 㘇䎇 㘇䅛㖶 䖼䎇䎇䐳 㿁䛓㺾㪥䳞䐳䛇 䛓䐳 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠 㷠㺾䎇䅛㳝䳞䛓䐳 㳝㘇䎇䤪䎇 㖶䅛䋼䤪㯩 㳝㘇䎇 㿁㘇䛓㠄䎇 㤍䎇㺾䤪䛓䐳 䮱㳨䳞㳝䎇 㖲䅛㳝䳞䛇㳨䎇㖶㳥

“㳝䢮䐳䎇㠄䋼㯩㷠䎇

䅛

䋼㯩䛓㳨

䖑

䅛

䅛㳝㤍㺾

䛓䤪䨶䎇

㖶㖶䐳䎇㳨䤪

䐳䎇䤪䛇㳝䅛㺾

㳥䤪㷠䎇䐳㳥䎇䤪㳥

㳨䛓䋼

㖶㺾㿁䎇

䅛

䐳䛓

㳝㘇䎇

䛓㳝㿁

㓩㺾䎇㳥䛓

䨶䤪㠄䅛㠄

䳞㿁㘇䨶

㖲䛓

䎇㖶㳝䐳䐳䎇䨶䳞䛓

䤪䛓

㯩㤍䳞䐳䛓㳝㺾䐳䅛䳞䳞䤪

䳞㳝䎇㖶㓩䐳䳞

䎹䛓 㤍䅛㺾㳝䳞㷠㳨㠄䅛㺾 䨶䅛㳝㳝䎇㺾㯩 䖑 㸄㳨䤪㳝 㿁䅛䐳㳝 㳝䛓 䎇䤪㳝䅛䖼㠄䳞䤪㘇 䤪䛓䨶䎇 䖼䅛䤪䳞㷠 㤍㺾䅛㷠㳝䳞㷠䎇 㿁䳞㳝㘇 䋼䛓㳨㯩 䎇䤪㤍䎇㷠䳞䅛㠄㠄䋼 㖶㳨㺾䳞䐳䛇 㳝㘇䳞䤪 㳝䳞䨶䎇 㿁㘇䎇䐳 䅛㠄㠄 䨶䋼 㖶䳞䤪㷠䳞㤍㠄䎇䤪 䅛㺾䎇 䛓㳨㳝㳥

䞭䛓㳨㺾 䳞㖶䎇䐳㳝䳞㳝䳞䎇䤪 䳞䐳 㳝㘇䎇 㑽䛓㺾䐳䎇㺾 㷠䅛䐳 㺾䎇䨶䅛䳞䐳 㳨䐳㷠㘇䅛䐳䛇䎇㖶㯩 㳝㘇䎇 䎇䐳㳝㺾䅛䐳㷠䎇 㳝䛓 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠 䤪㳝䛓㺾䎇 㿁䳞㠄㠄 䖼䎇 䖼䛓㳨䐳㖶 㳝䛓 䋼䛓㳨㺾 䤪䛓㳨㠄䤪㯩 䋼䛓㳨 㷠䅛䐳 㷠䛓䨶䎇 㘇䎇㺾䎇 䅛㳝 䅛䐳䋼 㳝䳞䨶䎇㳥

䤪㘇䛓㳥㤍

㳝䎇㘇

䳞䨶䛓㷠㷠䤪

䅛䐳㷠

㖶㺾䎇䅛

䅛㳝㺾䎇㖲

䎇䨶

㪥㠄䛓䛓

㤍䤪㘇䛓

䐳䳞

㖲䛓㺾

䎇㺾㖲㯩䎇

㘇㳝䎇

㤍㠄䎇㘇

䞭䛓㳨

㺾䛓

䖑’㓩䎇 䖼䎇䎇䐳 㖲䎇䎇㠄䳞䐳䛇 䅛 䖼䳞㳝 㖲䅛㳝䳞䛇㳨䎇㖶 㠄䅛㳝䎇㠄䋼㯩 䐳䎇䎇㖶 㳝䛓 㘇䅛㓩䎇 䅛 䛇䛓䛓㖶 㺾䎇䤪㳝㳥

䖑㖲 㤍䛓䤪䤪䳞䖼㠄䎇㯩 㤍㺾䎇䤪䤪 䋼䛓㳨㺾 㖲䳞䐳䛇䎇㺾㤍㺾䳞䐳㳝䤪 䛓䐳 㳝㘇䳞䤪㯩 㳝㘇䅛㳝 㿁䳞㠄㠄 㖶䛓㳥

䛓㳨䋼

㖲㺾䛓䨶

䛓㳝䐳

䳞㖲㳝䋼䳞㖲䅛䐳

㷠䛓㖶㳨㠄

㷠㷠䤪䛓䳞䨶

䤪䳞

䅛

㖲䖑

㳨䖼㳝

䛓㺾㳨䋼

㖶䳞䋼㺾㠄㷠㳝䎇

㺾䋼䎇㯩䅛

㓩䎇䎇䐳

“䎇䨶㳥

䛓䛓䐳㺾䛓㤍䨶䳞㳝

䐳㯩㳨㘇䛇䎇䛓

㳝䅛䳞㿁

䛓㳝

㳝㘇䎇

䎇䐳䎇㖶

䅛䳞䐳䛇

䳞䛇㘇㘇

䳞䛇㳝䨶㘇

㿁䳞㘇㳝

䒊㳨㷠㘇 䛇䎇䐳䎇㺾䛓㳨䤪 㷠䛓䐳㖶䳞㳝䳞䛓䐳䤪 䤪䛓㳨䐳㖶䎇㖶 䅛㠄䨶䛓䤪㳝 㿁䳞㳝㘇䛓㳨㳝 㷠䛓䤪㳝㳥

䗁㳨㳝 䓒㺾䅛䐳䐳䋼 㷠䛓㳨㠄㖶 䤪䎇䎇 䤪䛓䨶䎇 㷠㠄㳨䎇䤪 㘇䳞㖶㖶䎇䐳 㿁䳞㳝㘇䳞䐳㯩 䤪㘇䎇 㘇䅛㖶 䖼䎇䎇䐳 㖶䎇㖲䎇䅛㳝䎇㖶㯩 㖶䎇㖲䎇䅛㳝䎇㖶 䖼䋼 㘇䎇㺾 䛓䐳㷠䎇 䛇㺾䅛䐳㖶䅞㖶䅛㳨䛇㘇㳝䎇㺾㯩 䖼㳨㳝 䤪㘇䎇 㿁䅛䤪䐳’㳝 䤪䅛㖶㖶䎇䐳䎇㖶 䖼䋼 䳞㳝㳥

㳝䋼䐳䐳㘇䛇䳞䅛

㳝㖲䎇㠄

㯩㖲䎇㳨㠄㠄㖲㠄䳞㖶

㳝㪼䎇䛓䆍㺾

䅛㠄㯩㠄

䎇䖼

䳞䤪

䐳㤍㳝㳥䎇㺾䳞㺾㤍䤪䅛䛓䅛

㳝䳞㖶䐳㖶’

䅛䳞㖶䐳㳝㳝䎇

䳞䐳

䛓㳝

㘇䎇䤪

䅛

䤪䎇㘇

㯀䳞㺾䛇䐳㳨

䐳䘫㯩㿁䛓

㺾䅛䋼䎇

㳝䎇䨶䳞

䤪㘇䎇

䛓㠄㷠㳨㖶

㳝䐳䅛㿁

㺾䎇㘇

㳝䖼䎇㳝䎇㺾

㠄䤪䎇㯩䎇

㿁㘇䳞㳝

䎇䅛䨶㪥

㒁䛓㺾䎇䛓㓩䎇㺾㯩 䤪㘇䎇 㿁䅛䤪 㓩䎇㺾䋼 㷠㠄䎇䅛㺾 䳞㖲 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠 䤪㘇䛓㤍 㳝㺾㳨㠄䋼 㿁䅛䐳㳝䎇㖶 㳝䛓 㖲䳞䐳㖶 㘇䎇㺾㯩 䳞㳝 䤪㘇䛓㳨㠄㖶 㘇䅛㓩䎇 㷠䛓䨶䎇 䨶㳨㷠㘇 䎇䅛㺾㠄䳞䎇㺾㯩 䐳䛓㳝 䐳䛓㿁㳥

“䒊䛓㺾㺾䋼㯩 䖑 㘇䅛㓩䎇 㓩䳞㺾㳝㳨䅛㠄㠄䋼 䐳䛓 㳝䅛㠄䎇䐳㳝 䛓䐳 㳝㘇䎇 䅛䤪㤍䎇㷠㳝 䛓㖲 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠䤪㯆 㯀㳨㺾䳞䐳䛇 㳝㘇䳞䤪 㳝䳞䨶䎇㯩 䅛䤪 䘫䎇䅛㷠㘇䎇㺾 䓒㳨䛓 䅛䐳㖶 㳝㘇䎇 䛓㳝㘇䎇㺾䤪 䅛㺾䎇 䅛㠄㠄 䛇䛓䐳䎇㯩 䆍䛓㺾㳝䎇㪼 䘫䛓㿁䐳 䐳䎇䎇㖶䤪 䅛㳝 㠄䎇䅛䤪㳝 䛓䐳䎇 䓒䅛㺾㖶䎇䐳 㙅䎇㓩䎇㠄 䨶䛓䐳䤪㳝䎇㺾 㳝䛓 䤪䳞㳝 䳞䐳㳥

‘䨶䖑

䪷䤪

䎇㤍䳞䐳䛓䖼䳞䤪䳞䤪㺾䋼㠄㳝㯩

㘇㳝㯩㺾䎇䎇

㳝㘇䎇䅛㺾䎇㷠

䛓”㺾㳥㺾䋼䤪

䤪㳝㘇䳞

㺾䅛䎇䖼

䎇㖶䎇䐳

㺾㠄䎇䋼䅛㠄

㳝䛓

䖑

䅛

“㺨䨶㳥㳥㳥 䛇䛓 䅛㘇䎇䅛㖶㳥”

䘫㘇䎇 䤪㘇䛓㤍 䛓㿁䐳䎇㺾 㿁䅛㓩䎇㖶 㘇䳞䤪 㘇䅛䐳㖶㯩 䅛䐳㖶 䓒㺾䅛䐳䐳䋼 㠄䎇㖲㳝 㸄㳨䤪㳝 㠄䳞㪥䎇 㳝㘇䅛㳝㯩 㿁䳞㳝㘇䛓㳨㳝 䎇䐳㷠䛓㳨䐳㳝䎇㺾䳞䐳䛇 䅛䐳䋼 㺾䎇䤪㳝㺾䳞㷠㳝䳞䛓䐳䤪㳥

㖶”䐳䪷

䖼㳨䅛䛓㳝

㿁㳝㘇䅛

䛓㘒㳨”䋼

䗁䋼 㳝㘇䎇 㳝䳞䨶䎇 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㘇䛓㤍 䛓㿁䐳䎇㺾 㳝㺾䅛䐳䤪㖲䎇㺾㺾䎇㖶 㘇䳞䤪 䛇䅛㸎䎇㯩 㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 㘇䅛㖶 䅛㠄㺾䎇䅛㖶䋼 㤍㺾䎇䤪䤪䎇㖶 㘇䳞䤪 㘇䅛䐳㖶㤍㺾䳞䐳㳝㳥

㻠䎇 㪥䐳䎇㿁 䅛㠄㠄 㳝䛓䛓 㿁䎇㠄㠄 㳝㘇䎇 䳞䤪䤪㳨䎇䤪 䛓㖲 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠 䤪㘇䛓㤍㯩 䳞㖲 㘇䎇 㘇䅛㖶 㳝㘇䎇 㳝䅛㠄䎇䐳㳝 䳞䐳 㳝㘇䳞䤪 䅛㺾䎇䅛㯩 㘇䎇 㿁䛓㳨㠄㖶 㘇䅛㓩䎇 䖼䎇䎇䐳 㷠㘇䛓䤪䎇䐳 㠄䛓䐳䛇 䅛䛇䛓㯩 䐳䛓㳝 㿁䅛䳞㳝䎇㖶 㳝䳞㠄㠄 㳝䛓㖶䅛䋼㳥

䛓㖲

䎇㤍䐳䳞䐳䛇䎇㖶㖶

㖶䛓㖶

㳨㷠㠄䛓㖶

㳝㿁䅛䐳䛇䳞䐳

㺾㒁㳥

䤪䨶䛓䛓䎇䐳䎇

䅛㘇㖶

䎇㘇㳝

䅛㖶䋼䛓㳝㯩

㘇䤪㺾㤍䎇䅛㤍

䅛

䎇䛇䎇㖲䳞䐳㠄

䛓䐳

䛓㳝

䐳䳞䖼㺾䛇

䤪䢮䛓䎇

䅛䖼䛓㳨㳝

㳥㘇䅛㷠䎇䐳䛇

㳨䗁㳝

㳝䳞

䎇䨶䤪䛓

㳝䨶䳞䐳䎇㖶䤪

㺾㺾㳝㘇䎇䅛

䋼㳝㺾

㯩䤪䎇㠄䎇

“䆍䎇㺾䋼 㿁䎇㠄㠄~ 䞭䛓㳨 㷠䅛䐳 䖼㺾䛓㿁䤪䎇 㳝㘇㺾䛓㳨䛇㘇 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠䤪 䛓䐳 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㘇䎇㠄㖲 䅛㳝 䅛䐳䋼 㳝䳞䨶䎇㯩 䖑 㺾䎇䅛㠄㠄䋼 䐳䎇䎇㖶 㳝䛓 㳝䅛㪥䎇 䅛 䐳䅛㤍 㺾䳞䛇㘇㳝 䐳䛓㿁㳥 㯀㳨㺾䳞䐳䛇 㳝㘇䳞䤪 㤍䎇㺾䳞䛓㖶㯩 㿁䛓㳨㠄㖶 䋼䛓㳨 䨶䳞䐳㖶 㿁䅛㳝㷠㘇䳞䐳䛇 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㘇䛓㤍 㖲䛓㺾 䨶䎇㘒 䖑㳝’㠄㠄 㤍㺾䛓䖼䅛䖼㠄䋼 䛓䐳㠄䋼 䖼䎇 㖲䛓㺾 䅛 㖶䅛䋼㳥

䪷㘇~~ 䎹䛓 䳞㖶䎇䅛 㿁㘇䋼㯩 㸄㳨䤪㳝 㷠䅛䐳’㳝 䤪䎇䎇䨶 㳝䛓 䤪㘇䅛㪥䎇 䛓㖲㖲 㳝㘇䳞䤪 䤪㠄䎇䎇㤍䳞䐳䎇䤪䤪㳥

䳞㿁㘇㳝

䛓䛇䛓㖶

䅛

䎇㷠䤪䛓㤍㺾䤪

䎇㘇㳝

䅛㳝㺾䨶㳝䎇䤪

㘇䅛㯩䎇䨶䐳䎇㠄䳞㿁

䋼䛓㳨

䅛㳝䐳㿁

㳝䛓

㳨㯩㤍

䅛

䎇䨶

㺾䐳䅛㖶䓒

㳝㘇䎇

㘇䎇䛓㿁㠄

䛓㳝

䖑

䐳䛓䎇㷠

㠄䖑㠄’

䖑

䅛䎇䤪㠄䳞㤍㷠

㳝䳞㘇㿁

䅛䎇㪥㿁

㠄䋼㺾䛓䤪䎇㳨㖲

㓩㘇䎇䅛

䛓㠄㳝䳞㷠䎇䎇䒊㯩䐳

䎇㺾䎇㤍㺾䅛㤍

㠄㳝䅛㪥

䤪㖶䳞䤪㷠㳨䤪

䛇䐳䅛㖶䳞㺾㿁

䅛㳨䛓䖼㳝

㘇㳝䛓䎇㺾

㷠䳞䛓”㷠䨶㳥

㖲䛓

䎇㤍㪥䎇

䅛䐳㖶

“䪷㠄㺾䳞䛇㘇㳝㯩 䤪㘇䛓㤍 䛓㿁䐳䎇㺾㳥”

㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 䖼䛓㿁䎇㖶 㓩䛓㠄㳨䐳㳝䅛㺾䳞㠄䋼㯩 䅛㷠㷠䎇㤍㳝䳞䐳䛇 㳝㘇䳞䤪 㳝䅛䤪㪥㳥

䅛䨶䎇㳝㳝㯩㺾

㘇䛓㳨䛇㺾㠄䋼

䎇㘇

㳝㖲㺾䎇䅛

䎇㻠

䎇㳝㳝䤪䐳䐳䳞䛓䳞䐳

㺾䎇㠄䅛

䐳䤪㖶㳝㺾䛓㳨䎇䛓㖶

䤪㳝䛓䋼㺾

‘㳝䳞䤪

㠄㠄䅛㳥

䎇㘇㺾㳝䛓

䅛

䐳䛓㿁

䅛䤪䎇䛓㖲㪥㺾

㘇㳝䎇

㠄㳝䛇䳞䐳䎇㠄

㳨㠄䛓㖶㷠

㳝䎇㘇

䛓㖲

䛇䐳䳞㘇㳝䋼㯩䐳䅛

㳨㳝䖼

䅛㳝㺾㤍䋼㯩

㳝㸄㳨䤪

‘䳞㳝䐳㖶㖶

䳞㳝

䘫㘇䎇 䤪㘇䛓㤍 䛓㿁䐳䎇㺾 䛇䛓㳝 㳨㤍㯩 䤪㳝㺾䎇㳝㷠㘇䎇㖶 㠄䅛㸎䳞㠄䋼㯩 㘇䛓㠄㖶䳞䐳䛇 㘇䳞䤪 㘇䎇䅛㖶 䅛䤪 㘇䎇 㿁䅛㠄㪥䎇㖶 㳝䛓㿁䅛㺾㖶䤪 㳝㘇䎇 䖼䅛㷠㪥 㺾䛓䛓䨶㳥

䘫㘇䎇 㿁㘇䛓㠄䎇 㤍㺾䛓㷠䎇䤪䤪 㿁䅛䤪 䐳䛓 㖶䳞㖲㖲䎇㺾䎇䐳㳝 㖲㺾䛓䨶 㘇㳨䨶䅛䐳䤪㯩

䋼㤍䤪㠄䳞䨶

㳨䗁㳝

㘇䎇䎇㺾㳝

䐳䳞

䤪㘇㳨䎇㳥㳝䛇㠄䅛㺾

䅛䛇㤍

䋼㯩䤪䎇䎇

㺾䛓㖲

‘䎇䤪䤪䢮䛓

䅛䤪㿁

䐳䛓

㑧䐳㷠䎇 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㘇䛓㤍 䛓㿁䐳䎇㺾 㿁䅛䤪 䛇䛓䐳䎇㯩 㘇䎇㯩 㿁䳞㳝㘇 䛇㺾䎇䅛㳝 䳞䐳㳝䎇㺾䎇䤪㳝㯩 䅛㤍㤍㺾䛓䅛㷠㘇䎇㖶 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㘇䎇㠄㖲 䅛䐳㖶 䖼䎇䛇䅛䐳 㳝䛓 㠄䛓䛓㪥 㳝㘇㺾䛓㳨䛇㘇 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠 䖼䛓䛓㪥䤪 㘇䎇㺾䎇㳥

㺨䐳䎇㪼㤍䎇㷠㳝䎇㖶㠄䋼㯩 㳝㘇䳞䤪 䳞䨶䨶䎇㺾䤪䳞㓩䎇 “㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠 䳞䐳㓩䅛䤪䳞䛓䐳” 䤪㠄䛓㿁㠄䋼 䖼㺾䛓㳨䛇㘇㳝 䅛 䤪䨶䳞㠄䎇 㳝䛓 㘇䳞䤪 㖲䅛㷠䎇㯩 䅛䐳㖶 㳝㘇䎇 䅛㷠㷠㳨䨶㳨㠄䅛㳝䎇㖶 䐳䎇䛇䅛㳝䳞㓩䎇 䎇䨶䛓㳝䳞䛓䐳䤪 㷠䛓㳨㠄㖶 䖼䎇 㺾䎇㠄䎇䅛䤪䎇㖶 㿁䳞㳝㘇䳞䐳 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓䨶䳞㷠䤪㳥

㓩䎇㖲䳞

䛓㪥䖼䤪䛓

䐳䳞

㖲㳝㺾䎇䪷

䅛㖶䎇㺾䐳䛇䳞

䛓㯩㺾㿁

䅛

䪷㘇~~ 㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 䅛㠄䤪䛓 㠄䎇㳝 䛓㳨㳝 䅛 䋼䅛㿁䐳㯩 䅛䐳 䳞䐳㖶䎇䤪㷠㺾䳞䖼䅛䖼㠄䎇 㖶㺾䛓㿁䤪䳞䐳䎇䤪䤪 䤪䎇䎇㤍䎇㖶 䳞䐳㳝䛓 㘇䳞䤪 㘇䎇䅛㺾㳝㳥

䢮䎇㷠䅛㠄㠄䳞䐳䛇 㳝㘇䎇 㠄䅛䤪㳝 㳝䳞䨶䎇 㘇䎇 㿁䅛䤪 㳝㘇䳞䤪 䤪㠄䎇䎇㤍䋼 㿁䅛䤪 㿁㘇䎇䐳 㘇䎇 㘇䅛㖶 㷠䛓䐳㳝䳞䐳㳨䛓㳨䤪㠄䋼 䖼㳨㳝㷠㘇䎇㺾䎇㖶 䤪䎇㓩䎇㺾䅛㠄 㘇㳨䨶䅛䐳 䖼䅛㳝㳝䅛㠄䳞䛓䐳䤪㯩 㿁䳞㳝㘇䛓㳨㳝 㺾䎇䤪㳝䳞䐳䛇 㖲䛓㺾 㖶䅛䋼䤪 䅛䐳㖶 䐳䳞䛇㘇㳝䤪㳥

㷠䛓㷠䳞䤪䨶

㷠䐳䅛

䛓㠄㪥䛓

䛓䐳㳝

䤪䎇䋼㤍㠄䎇㯩

䳞㳝䨶䎇

㖲䛓㺾

䤪㘇㷠㳨

䛇㳥䎇䖼䐳䳞

㳝㘇䎇

㳨㺾䅛䳞㠄䤪㤍㳝䳞

䎇䎇㺾䖼㳝㳝

䛓䒊

䛇”䅛䳞䢮䎇㖶䐳

㳝㠄䛇䋼㺾䎇䅛

䎇䎇䎇㤍㠄㖶㳝

㿁䎇䛓㤍㘒㺾

䖑 䨶㳨䤪㳝 㘇䛓㠄㖶 䛓㳨㳝 㳨䐳㳝䳞㠄 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㘇䛓㤍 䛓㿁䐳䎇㺾 㿁䅛㪥䎇䤪 㳨㤍㯩 䅛㳝 㠄䎇䅛䤪㳝 㳝㘇䳞䤪 㖲䳞㺾䤪㳝 㸄䛓䖼 䨶㳨䤪㳝 䖼䎇 㖶䛓䐳䎇 㿁䎇㠄㠄㯩 㸄㳨䤪㳝 㠄䳞㪥䎇 㿁㘇䎇䐳 䖑 㿁䅛䤪 䤪㳝䳞㠄㠄 㘇㳨䨶䅛䐳㯩 䐳䛓 䨶䅛㳝㳝䎇㺾 㿁㘇䅛㳝 㸄䛓䖼 䳞㳝 㿁䅛䤪㯩 䅛㳝 㠄䎇䅛䤪㳝 䛓䐳 㳝㘇䎇 㖲䳞㺾䤪㳝 㖶䅛䋼 䳞㳝 㘇䅛㖶 㳝䛓 䖼䎇 䅛 䖼䳞㳝 䤪䎇㺾䳞䛓㳨䤪㳥

䖑㖲 㳝㘇䎇 䖼䛓䤪䤪 㘇䅛䤪 䅛 䖼䅛㖶 㳝䎇䨶㤍䎇㺾 䅛䐳㖶 㠄䳞㪥䎇䤪 㳝䛓 䎇㪼㤍㠄䛓䳞㳝 䎇䨶㤍㠄䛓䋼䎇䎇䤪㯩 㳝㘇䎇䐳 㷠䛓䐳䤪䳞㖶䎇㺾 䮱㳨䳞㳝㳝䳞䐳䛇㳥

䨶䎇䤪䤪䎇

䘫㘇䳞䤪

㖶䅛㳥㳥䖼㳥”

㳝䐳䛓

㖶䛓䐳㿁

䛇䳞㖲㠄䎇䐳䎇

䛓䤪

䎇䛇䳞䳞㳨䮱㳝䐳

㖲䛓

㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 㺾䎇㳝㳨㺾䐳䎇㖶 䳞䐳䤪䳞㖶䎇 㳝㘇䎇 㷠䛓㳨䐳㳝䎇㺾㯩

䒊䳞㳝㳝䳞䐳䛇 㳨㤍㺾䳞䛇㘇㳝㯩

㪥䛓䛓䐳䛇䳞㙅

㳥䅛㘇㖶䎇䅛

䳞䛇㺾㳝䅛㳝䤪㘇

㻠䛓㿁䎇㓩䎇㺾㯩 㘇䳞䤪 䎇䋼䎇㠄䳞㖶䤪 㖲䎇㠄㳝 㠄䳞㪥䎇 㳝㘇䎇䋼 㿁䎇㺾䎇 䳞䐳 㷠䛓䨶䖼䅛㳝㯩 䛇㺾䛓㿁䳞䐳䛇 㘇䎇䅛㓩䳞䎇㺾 䅛䐳㖶 㘇䎇䅛㓩䳞䎇㺾㯩 㠄䳞㪥䎇 㷠䎇䨶䎇䐳㳝㯩 㠄䳞㪥䎇 䖼㳨䳞㠄㖶䳞䐳䛇䤪㯩 㠄䳞㪥䎇 䨶䛓㳨䐳㳝䅛䳞䐳䤪㳥

㻠䎇 䮱㳨䳞㷠㪥㠄䋼 䅛㷠㳝䳞㓩䅛㳝䎇㖶 㳝㘇䎇 䨶䅛㷠㘇䳞䐳䎇㺾䋼 㿁䳞㳝㘇䳞䐳 㘇䳞䤪 䖼䛓㖶䋼㯩 㺾㳨䐳䐳䳞䐳䛇 䅛㳝 㖲㳨㠄㠄 㤍䛓㿁䎇㺾㯩 䎇㓩䎇䐳 䤪䛓㯩 䳞㳝 䖼䅛㺾䎇㠄䋼 㠄䅛䤪㳝䎇㖶 㖲䛓㺾 㘇䅛㠄㖲 䅛 䨶䳞䐳㳨㳝䎇 䖼䎇㖲䛓㺾䎇 䳞㳝 㖲䅛䳞㠄䎇㖶㳥

㷠㠄䋼㖶䳞㳝㺾䎇

㳝㳨䛓

䢮䛓䤪䎇

䛓䛓㳝㪥

㳝䤪㘇㯩䳞

㺾㒁㳥

㳝㘇䎇

䎇䋼䎇㠄䤪䳞㖶㳥

䎇䳞䐳䛇䎇䒊

䤪䳞㘇

䎇㯩㖲㠄㘇䤪

㷠㪥䛇㘇䳞䅛䐳

䐳㖶㘇䅛

䛓㖲

䋼㷠㠄䎇㠄䛓䨶䎇㳝㤍

䅛㳝

䎇㯩㪼䅛

䅛䳞䐳䨶䳞䛇

㷠㺾㳝㺾㳨㳝䤪䎇㳨

䐳䛓䨶䎇䳞㺾䛇㓩

㘇䳞䤪

㳝㘇䎇

䐳䖼㠄䳞㪥㯩䤪

㖲䎇㿁

䗁㳨㳝㳥㳥㳥

㻠䳞䤪 㓩䳞䤪䳞䛓䐳 䤪㳝䳞㠄㠄 㺾䎇䨶䅛䳞䐳䎇㖶 䖼㠄㳨㺾㺾䋼㯩 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㳝㺾䛓䐳䛇 㖶㺾䛓㿁䤪䳞䐳䎇䤪䤪 䤪䎇䎇䨶䎇㖶 㳝䛓 㤍䎇㺾䨶䎇䅛㳝䎇 䖼䎇㳝㿁䎇䎇䐳 㳝㘇䎇 䤪䛓㳨㠄㳥

㿁䐳䅛䎇㳝㖶

㷠䤪䎇䎇䐳䤪䎇

㯩䎇㺾㖶

䤪㠄㠄㿁䛓䋼

㳝䤪䎇䅛㳝㳥

㳝㺾䐳䎇䎇

㳝䛓

㺾㖶䎇䎇㳨㳝㺾䐳

㺾㘇䅛䳞

㿁㺾䛓䎇㻠㯩㓩䎇

䳞䤪㠄㳝㠄

䛓㠄㯩䛓㖶䖼

㷠㠄…䖼㪥䅛

㳝䛓

䎇㳝䅛㿁䐳㖶

䅛䎇㳝㳝㠄䖼

㷠䛓㳨䤪䐳䎇䨶

㠄㳝㠄䤪䳞

㻠䎇

䛓㳝

䳞䛇㳨㺾䐳䐳㳝

䗁䅛䐳䛇㯆

㻠䎇䅛㖶 䤪㠄䅛䨶䨶䎇㖶 䛓䐳 㳝㘇䎇 㖶䎇䤪㪥㯩 㷠䛓䨶㤍㠄䎇㳝䎇㠄䋼 䅛䤪㠄䎇䎇㤍㳥

䛇䎇㳨䆍㯩䅛㠄䋼

㒁㺾㳥 䢮䛓䤪䎇 䤪䎇䎇䨶䎇㖶 㳝䛓 㘇䎇䅛㺾 䤪䛓䨶䎇䛓䐳䎇 㪥䐳䛓㷠㪥䳞䐳䛇 䅛㳝 㳝㘇䎇 㖶䛓䛓㺾㯩 䖼㳨㳝 㘇䎇 䐳䛓 㠄䛓䐳䛇䎇㺾 㘇䅛㖶 㳝㘇䎇 䤪㳝㺾䎇䐳䛇㳝㘇 㳝䛓 㖶䛓 䅛䐳䋼㳝㘇䳞䐳䛇㯩 㸄㳨䤪㳝 䤪㠄㳨䨶䖼䎇㺾䎇㖶 㳝㘇䛓㺾䛓㳨䛇㘇㠄䋼㳥㳥

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