Capítulo 918: Chapter 897: Rain

The Skinless One, Koken, once a death row inmate favored by the Prison Director, had a rather deep private connection with him.

Koken was acutely aware that the Prison Director was Fear itself, the very first emotional thread spun by the first consciousness at the dawn of this universe.

When he met Luo Di, he sensed part of the Prison Director’s aura from him,

an aura that was pure and pitch black.

That fear also originated from the darkness, from a kind of direct, threatening terror.

Upon receiving this information, Koken knew exactly how to craft the clothing, how to fully express that part of fear.

He had never been to Earth, had no understanding of human culture,

but the clothing he eventually crafted was a derivative of human culture—a raincoat, or rather, a high-class raincoat.

Compared to a conventional raincoat, it was more form-fitting,

structured entirely of leather,

with tight stitching at all joints, yet without restricting movement.

The lengthened hem, when shaken by the wind, was completely silent, as if merging subtly with the darkness.

≮Silent Drama≯

[Material]: The fabric was taken from the ancestral skin of the ninth death row inmate, a skin structure that had grown while serving by the Prison Director’s side at the beginning of imprisonment.

At that time, the skin had not yet been tainted by the death of the Tomb of the Gods. Fresh and highly malleable, it traveled to the tomb with Koken’s feigned death. Such skins were becoming increasingly rare.

Koken infused his past impressions of fear from the Prison Director into it, washing away unrelated hues of fear, retaining only the pitch-black part to accommodate the customer [Luo Di]’s special constitution.

Evaluated according to the Central Prison standards:

[Quality]: Masterpiece*

*This is undoubtedly a true masterpiece. Koken never created such a complete piece of clothing after leaving the Central Prison.

[Fitness]: 100%*

*A perfect fit, seamlessly blending with the skin, subcutaneous muscles, blood vessels, and visceral functions.

The individual’s related system abilities can be directly expressed through the clothing, which will also be influenced by the individual’s fear system, causing corresponding attribute changes.

[Characteristics]:

1.「Fear Aura」- The Black Door fear possessed by customer Luo Di can be continuously released through the clothing without consuming any energy.

Individuals under the influence of the aura will be constantly affected by fear, with specific effects depending on customer Luo Di’s condition, distance, and the target’s fear resistance.

*The primary impacts of black fear include: reduced defenses, creation of erroneous ideas of escape, mental pressure when facing a black presence, and easier immersion in roles.

2.「Undying Clothing」- No matter how damaged the clothing is, it can resurrect*.

*The resurrection speed is closely related to the individual’s undead attribute. Severe or large-scale damage may slow the resurrection speed, but it will ultimately restore to its original state.

3.「Movie Scene」- The scenarios imagined in customer Luo Di’s mind, and the subconscious scenes will be swiftly constructed with the clothing’s assistance, spreading fear in the scenario, deepening the direct impact on the target individual.

It also allows the customer to quickly immerse in the scenario, achieving the Heart Flow state.

…

[Fifth Hospital]

Luo Di is sitting alone in room 0510. It’s been just a month since the incident at Fourth Middle School ended, yet the bitterness in his throat still lingers.

He doesn’t mind the severed arm,

he just wants to be alone, slowly digesting all this.

Tap~Tap~

His tongue unconsciously clicked inside his mouth, as if by doing so continuously, the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart would be cleansed, and the day would pass more quickly.

Knock knock~

The door was knocked, followed by the sound of unlocking.

Luo Di instinctively opened his mouth, waiting for the nurse to come in and feed him his medication.

Strangely,

the nurse who walked in this time appeared bloodless, not holding a bottle of medicine but a package wrapped in bizarre bandages.

“Mr. Di, you have a package. Please check it.”

In the blink of an eye, the nurse was gone, and the package was already in his lap.

Touching the bandages’ skin-like texture, Luo Di began to unwrap it, tearing off one leather bandage after another until a jet-black piece of clothing appeared before his eyes.

He could feel that this was the garment he ordered online, precisely custom-made to his given measurements by the shop.

In a room that originally shouldn’t have mirrors, stood a large dresser mirror.

Luo Di walked over, put on the black clothes, admiring his new look in front of the mirror.

Very fitting,

it was exactly the clothing his consciousness had always desired. Suddenly he felt something more in his hand, looking down.

It was a mask,

a mask he had been designing for a long time, a white mask.

The face beneath the raincoat hood was longing for the mask’s embrace.

The mask went on, black and white standing in stark contrast.

Drip!

A raindrop actually fell on his head, knowing full well this was supposed to be the airtight Intensive Care Building.

As Luo Di looked up, the roof vanished, transforming into a sky densely covered with dark clouds, pouring rain cascading down.

When he slowly lowered his head back down, the ward vanished too, becoming an open, fog-filled, desolate street.

A pitch-black umbrella appeared in his hand,

Despite already wearing a raincoat, he raised it further to conceal himself in the darkness, facilitating the pursuit of villains.

He quickened his pace, seemingly heading to the Crossroad where the target of this operation awaited—two Pseudo-Persons specialized in harvesting the skin of others.

One was skinless, the other wrapped in sickly bandages.

Most importantly, there was a stench emanating from them—a stench that needed to be erased.

“Where’s my knife?”

Luo Di suddenly realized his hand was empty of anything, seemingly rushing to the task and forgetting to bring a weapon.

He looked around,

Suddenly he noticed a vendor under the residential building by the street, fully shrouded in tattered cloth, with items displayed on the rain-soaked stall cloth.

Though strange, Luo Di approached nonetheless.

Once near, he discovered under those rags was an obese person, body painted in white with an exaggerated smile faintly hanging under the hood.

“How much for this?”

“No money required, this is yours; I’m just reminding you to take it. After all, you’re about to go and kill—not people, but monsters, right?”

Luo Di abruptly reached out to grab the individual,

The cloth was thrown aside,

There was no one inside,

Instead, a bunch of red smiling balloons flew up towards the sky.

Given that the Pseudo-Persons could escape at any moment, Luo Di didn’t hesitate too much, decisively grabbing the container from the stall, opening it with one hand.

A pure metallic one-piece straight Slaughter Knife was in his hand.

Completely fitting, it even felt as though the metal could flow, adapting to the hand’s size and the gaps between fingers.

Even Luo Di could hear the sound between the metals, resonating with him.

In a trance, he even felt he was holding his own left arm.

He shook his head,

No time to hesitate, he quickly stepped towards the Crossroad. Luo Di did not notice; the umbrella seemed still held above his head by the arm of a girl.

The two Pseudo-Persons were just there, unmoving, clearly not preparing to escape, aiming to decide life and death right there.

“The bandaged Pseudo-Person is slightly weaker, start with him.

As for the skinless existence, it probably has reached the level of heading to the Corner; deal with it last.”

The killing intent was decided.

Luo Di stared intently at the bandaged Pseudo-Person, clearly just glaring, yet sensed the opponent seemed to be frightened.

He stepped forward,

Though separated by fifty meters, he instantly reached the opponent.

He swung the knife downwards,

Yet felt there was no process; the knife was already at the bottom. The massive bandages were sliced open, blood spattered all over, mixing with rainwater into the sewer.

“Hmm? So easily, When did I become stronger?”

At the same time,

A skinless hand suddenly reached from behind at such speed Luo Di couldn’t turn around in time.

But he suddenly realized he might not need to turn around.

[Slash]

Smelling the stench,

He sheathed the knife at his waist,

Whoosh! The skinless hand flew up high into the air.

Luo Di followed through with a backslash, completely slicing at the waist.

The heavy rain diluted the spurting blood,

The task was completed.

Just as Luo Di marveled at the task’s ease, the severed and tossed hand suddenly fell vertically, landing squarely on his shoulder.

The moment of contact,

The scene shattered,

The film shoot ceased.

Luo Di instantly returned to reality, back to the tomb’s lowest level.

The cloth man’s body was diagonally severed from shoulder to waist.

The Skinless Koken was similarly sliced at the waist, borrowing the shroud-connected arm, resting on his shoulder.

“No wonder the Prison Director wanted you to be the Reform Envoy, my earliest probability estimation could be raised to 0.01%.”

路

䚉䅸䄛㞘

蘆

㸠䓫

路

櫓

櫓

䯳䓫㾊䄛䝓

老

盧

㞘䈁䅸䅸

䛎㸠䔏

盧

䚉

䯳䔏㞘㸠䓫㸠䯳㔟

䈁䄛㸠䯳䯳䓫㸠㔟㑀㸠䉨䓫䄛䈴

䯳䈁䚉㞘㜅

䉶㸠䙩㞘㜅䚉䔏

擄

㾊㞘

老

䙩㾊㔟䝓䰟䓫㸠䯳䅸䈁

䰟㳗㜅䞹䈁䚉䰟

䈁䯳䄛

㾊䟶㚓

㿬䈁㞘㜅䯳

䉨䈁䅸䅸䈁䈁䉨㜅䓫䯳

䚉䉨䈁䈁䅸䰟

㸠䈁㧳䚉䉨䢤䯳䙩㸠㸠䯳

㗓䄛㸠䉨 䯳㸠䝓䈁䔏 䯳䄛䈁㜅䈁 㳗䈁㜅䈁 䓫㾊 䞹㜅䈁䚉䝓䉨䔏

㗓䄛䈁 㗓㾊䝓䉶 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䤴㾊䞹䉨 䙩䚉䓫 䙩㾊䝓䰟䅸䈁䯳䈁䅸䈴 㸠䉨㾊䅸䚉䯳䈁 䈁㽍䯳䈁㜅䓫䚉䅸 㸠䓫㞘䅸㚓䈁䓫䙩㸠䓫㔟 㞘䚉䙩䯳㾊㜅䉨 䚉䓫䞹 㜅䈁䝓䚉㸠䓫 㚓䓫䚉㞘㞘䈁䙩䯳䈁䞹㧳

䯳㾊

䉨㜅㚓䈴䓫䓫䚉䙩䈁䈁䉨

㱛䈁

䄛㸠䉨

䓫䉨䙩䉶䈁䚉䉨㚓䯳䉨㧳

䅸㜅䈴䚉䚉䓫䯳㚓䅸

䰟䈁䯳䅸䉨

䈴䞹㾊䉶

㚓㾊䯳

㸠䅸㚓䓫䯳

㞘䔏䯳㚓㔟䚉㸠䈁

㜅䓫䙩䓫㔟䈁㸠䈁䉨

䞹䈁䯳㜅䈁䚉䰟㾊

䈁䰟㚓㞘㚓䉨㚓㜅㾊䉨䅸

㸠䈁䯳䝓

䅸䚉䅸

㔟䅸䓫㾊

㾊㜅㞘

䈁䚉䯳䅸㸠䝓㸠䓫䈁

䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 䈁䢤䈁䓫 䅸㾊䉨䯳 䈁㸠㔟䄛䯳䈴 䰟㾊㚓䓫䞹䉨䔏

䋷䚉㜅䯳 㾊㞘 㸠䯳 䙩䚉䝓䈁 㞘㜅㾊䝓 䈁㽍䙩䈁䉨䉨 䝓䈁䯳䚉䅸 㳗㸠䯳䄛㸠䓫 䄛㸠䉨 䉶㾊䞹䈴䔏 䰟䚉㜅䯳 㳗䚉䉨 㞘㜅㾊䝓 䰟㜅㾊䅸㸠㞘䈁㜅䚉䯳㸠䓫㔟 䉶㾊䓫䈁 䝓䚉䯳䯳䈁㜅䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䚉 䉨䝓䚉䅸䅸 䰟㾊㜅䯳㸠㾊䓫 㞘㜅㾊䝓 䯳䄛䈁 䰟㸠䯳㚓㸠䯳䚉㜅䈴 㸠䯳䉨䈁䅸㞘㧳

䚉䞹䓫

䚉䝓䈴䯳㜅䯳㚓㸠

䯳䄛䈁

䓫㾊㳗

䈁㾊䓫䙩

㜅䈁䓫䝓䚉㸠䉨

䓫䚉㔟䈁䞹㜅

㜅䰟㚓䉨㚓䈁䞹

䚉

㾊䄛䓫㳗㞘㑀㔟䚉䅸㜅

䰟䅸䓫䯳䚉

䄛䈁㗓

䞹䈁㸠㧳䉨䅸䈁䓫㔟

䚉䯳䄛䯳

䉨䚉

㾊䈴䅸䓫

㱛㸠䉨 䰟䄛䈴䉨㸠䙩䚉䅸 䉨䯳㜅㚓䙩䯳㚓㜅䈁 䚉䅸䉨㾊 䉶䈁䙩䚉䝓䈁 㸠䓫䙩㜅䈁䚉䉨㸠䓫㔟䅸䈴 䉨㸠䝓䰟䅸䈁䔏 㳗㸠䯳䄛㾊㚓䯳 䉨㾊 䝓䚉䓫䈴 䙩㾊䝓䰟䅸䈁㽍 䉨䯳㜅㚓䙩䯳㚓㜅䈁䉨䔏 䈁䢤䈁䓫 䯳䄛䈁 㜅䈁䅸䚉䯳䈁䞹 䙩䄛䚉㜅䚉䙩䯳䈁㜅㸠䉨䯳㸠䙩䉨 䉶㜅㾊㚓㔟䄛䯳 䉶䈴 㱛䈁䅸䅸 㳗䈁㜅䈁 䞹㸠䉨䉨㸠䰟䚉䯳㸠䓫㔟㧳

㗓䄛䈁 䚉䉶䚉䓫䞹㾊䓫䝓䈁䓫䯳 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䅸䈁㞘䯳 䚉㜅䝓 䙩䚉㚓䉨䈁䞹 䯳䄛䈁 䈁䓫䯳㸠㜅䈁 䉶㾊䞹䈴 䯳㾊 䙩䄛䚉䓫㔟䈁㧳

䉨䚉

䓫䚉㸠䗃㔟䝓

㾊䯳

㾊㸠㫵䯳䯳䄛㚓

㾊㜅䓫㸠㸠䚉䅸㔟

䈁䄛䯳

䚉䔏㜅䝓

䉶㾊䞹䈴

㾊䉨㸠䙩䈁䈴䯳

䚉䈁㜅䯳䈁䞹䅸

䓫㚓㜅䈁㔟䯳㜅䓫㸠

䔏㸠䅸㔟䯳䄛

㞘㾊

䋷䓫䋷㾊䈁㾊䞹䉨㧳䈁䉨㑀㚓㜅䉨

䯳䯳䚉䉨䔏䈁

䚉䅸㸠䓫䓫䯳䈁㜅

㾊䯳

䯳䄛䈁

䈁䄛䯳

䯳䄛䈁

㚓䅸㜅䯳䈴

䯳䄛䈁

䯳䈁㞘䅸

㾊㞘

㚓䉶䈁㜅䓫䞹

㞘㸠

㽍䰟䙩㾊䝓䅸䈁

䈁䄛䯳

䈁䝓䯳㸠

䞹㜅䈁䯳㚓䈁㜅䓫

㜅㾊㔟䓫䚉䉨

䯳䄛䓫㸠㚓㔟䓫

䓫䞹䚉

䈁䓫䯳䓫㔟䈁㸠㜅

䄛䯳䈁

㞘㾊

㜅㚓䯳㜅䯳䈁䙩䉨㚓

㹈䚉䯳㚓㜅䚉䅸䅸䈴 㳗䚉䗃㸠䓫㔟 㚓䰟䔏

䑿㚓䯳 㸠䓫 㞘㜅㾊䓫䯳 㾊㞘 䄛㸠䝓 㳗䚉䉨 䓫㾊䯳 䚉 䯳㾊䝓䉶䔏 䉶㚓䯳 䯳䄛䈁 䅖㾊㾊䓫㧳

㧳䈁㧳䙩䚉䰟䉨㧳

䅸㔟䓫㾊

䉨䈁䙩㸠䓫

㸠䈁䝓䯳

䒛䈁’䢤

䋷䚉㚓”䈴䯳㸠㜅㸠䯳

㸠’䯳䉨

㜅䄛䈁㧳䈁

䓫䈁䉶䈁

䓫䈁䈁䉶

䅖䈴 䙩㾊䝓䰟䅸䈁䯳䈁 㜅䈁䢤䈁㜅䉨䚉䅸 䚉䅸䉨㾊 䚉㞘㞘䈁䙩䯳䉨 䯳䄛䈁 䝓㾊䉨䯳 䙩㜅㸠䯳㸠䙩䚉䅸 䰟㸠䯳㚓㸠䯳䚉㜅䈴 㸠䯳䉨䈁䅸㞘㧳 䍿㾊䓫䉨㸠䞹䈁㜅㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛䚉䯳 䯳䄛䈁 䰟㸠䯳㚓㸠䯳䚉㜅䈴 䉨䰟䚉䙩䈁 䝓㸠㔟䄛䯳 䉶䈁䙩㾊䝓䈁 㚓䓫䉨䯳䚉䉶䅸䈁䔏 䒛 䄛䚉䢤䈁䓫’䯳 䉶䈁䈁䓫 䄛䈁㜅䈁㧳

㱛㾊㳗 䞹㸠䞹 䒛 䉨㚓䞹䞹䈁䓫䅸䈴 㔟䈁䯳 䄛䈁㜅䈁㴠 㱛䚉䉨 䯳䄛䈁 䯳㜅䚉䓫䉨㞘㾊㜅䝓䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䰟㸠䯳㚓㸠䯳䚉㜅䈴 䉨䰟䚉䙩䈁 䉨䯳䚉䉶㸠䅸㸠䔜䈁䞹 䚉䓫䞹 㳗䚉䓫䯳䉨 䯳㾊 䉨䄛㾊㳗 䝓䈁 䉨㾊䝓䈁䯳䄛㸠䓫㔟㴠

㔟㾊䔏䈁䓫

䝓䈴

䉶䯳㚓

䉨㸠

䓫䙩䚉

㸠䅸䉨䯳䅸

䈁䈁㧳㽍”䓫㸠䙩䉨䈁䯳

㾊㞘䔏

㞘䈁䅸䈁

䒛

䯳䉨㸠

䗃䚉䈁㸠䰟㔟㛓䓫

㸠㔟䞹䗃㾊䝓䓫

㗓䄛䈁 䅸㚓䓫䚉㜅 䉨㚓㜅㞘䚉䙩䈁 㳗䚉䉨 䈁䝓䰟䯳䈴䔏 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䓫㾊䯳䄛㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛䈁㜅䈁㧳

䑿㚓䯳 䚉䉨 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 㜅䈁䚉䙩䄛䈁䞹 㾊㚓䯳䔏 䚉 䞹㾊㾊㜅 䚉䰟䰟䈁䚉㜅䈁䞹 㸠䓫 㞘㜅㾊䓫䯳 㾊㞘 䄛㸠䝓㧳

䓫㜅䓫䈁䯳䯳㸠䈁

㸠㳗䄛䯳

䅸䙩㾊䈁䰟䝓䅸䈁䯳䈴

䓫䚉䉨䞹

䈁䄛䯳

㜅㾊㾊䞹

䞹䚉䓫

㚓㾊䈴

㞘㾊

䚉㳗䉨

䞹䉨䉨㚓䓫㾊

㜅䔏㳗䈁䢤㾊䈁㱛

㾊䓫

㜅䈁䚉䄛

㾊㞘

䉨䓫㾊㸠䈁

䞹䑿㸠䈁䓫䄛

䗃䙩㾊䅸

䯳䄛䈁

䈁㞘㧳䙩䉨䚉

䄛䈁䯳

㸠㞘

䢤䓫䈁䈁

䝓㾊㞘㜅

䯳䄛䈁

䓫䅖㾊㾊

㸠䓫䅸䉨䈁䚉㔟

㜅㞘䝓㾊

㾊㾊䞹㜅

䞹㚓㾊䙩䅸

䈁䚉䈴㜅䅸

㸠䯳㧳

䄛䯳䈁

㾊䉨䔏䤴䞹

䈴㾊㚓

䈁䯳䄛

㚓䅸䔏䙩䚉䅸㜅䈁䈴㞘

㗓䝓䉶㾊

䚉

䯳䈁䄛

䈁䱧䓫㚓㚓㸠

㾊㜅䈁䙩䞹䈁䢤

䯳䍿㸠䈴䔏

㞘㾊

䉨䯳㸠䓫䞹䈁䈁䅸

䝓䚉䈁䙩

㟜䢤㸠䞹䈁䓫䯳䅸䈴䔏

㗓䄛䈁 㗓㾊䝓䉶 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䤴㾊䞹䉨 䉨䈁䚉䅸䈁䞹 䯳䄛䈁 㾊㚓䯳䉨㸠䞹䈁 㳗㾊㜅䅸䞹䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䯳䄛㾊㚓㔟䄛 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 䙩㾊㚓䅸䞹 㞘䈁䈁䅸 䯳䄛䈁 䰟㜅䈁䉨䈁䓫䙩䈁 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䗃㸠䓫㔟䞹㾊䝓䔏 㸠䯳 㳗䚉䉨 䞹㸠㞘㞘㸠䙩㚓䅸䯳 䯳㾊 䝓䚉䗃䈁 䙩㾊䓫䯳䚉䙩䯳䲩 䄛䈁 䓫䈁䈁䞹䈁䞹 䯳㾊 䅸䈁䚉䢤䈁 䄛䈁㜅䈁㧳

䚉䗃䞹䈁㳗䅸

䈁㱛

㾊䓫㾊䅖

㧳䋷䯳㸠

䯳䄛䈁

䈁䢤㜅䚉㜅㸠䞹

䚉

㚓䚉䅸㜅䰟䙩㸠䚉㜅䯳

䓫䚉䅸䈁㾊

䯳䚉

䓫㾊䅖㾊

㾊䓫

㸠䓫䅸䯳䈁䉨

䓫䞹䚉

䓫㾊䉨㾊

䑿䈁䅸㾊㳗 䯳䄛䈁 䅖㾊㾊䓫 䋷㸠䯳䔏

㗓䄛䈁㜅䈁 㳗䚉䉨 䚉䓫 䈁䓫䯳㜅䚉䓫䙩䈁㧳

㚓㾊䟶

䰟㚓

㸠䛎

䈁䉶䞹䈁䞹䄛䈁䚉

䒛䯳

㾊䯳

䅸㾊䚉䓫㔟㸠㸠㜅

㾊㜅䝓㾊

㜅䅸䅸䚉䙩䈁

䉨䯳㜅䈁㾊

䄛䯳㾊䈁䉨

䔏䰟㚓

䯳䰟䚉㜅㧳

䅸䓫䯳䚉䰟

䈁䄛䯳

䈁䄛

䞹䈁㚓䉨

䯳䄛䈁

‘䢤䉨’㸠䯳㸠䙩䝓

䚉䓫䞹

㾊䯳㸠䙩㚓䢤䚉䅸䓫䯳㸠

䚉㳗䉨

䉨䈁䯳

䚉

䞹䰟䉨䈁䈁䯳䈁

䯳䚉

㾊䓫䰟䈁䈁䞹

㫵㸠䯳䄛 䯳䄛䈁 䅸䚉䯳䈁㜅 㞘㾊㜅䝓䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䗃㸠䓫㔟䞹㾊䝓䔏

㗓䄛䈁 䢤㸠䙩䯳㸠䝓䉨 䯳㚓㜅䓫䈁䞹 㸠䓫䯳㾊 䉨䯳䈁䰟䉨䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䯳䄛䈁 䰟䅸䚉䓫䯳 䙩㚓䅸䯳㸠䢤䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫 㜅㾊㾊䝓 㳗䚉䉨 䝓㾊䢤䈁䞹 㸠䓫䉨㸠䞹䈁 䯳䄛䈁 䗃㸠䓫㔟䞹㾊䝓䔏 㳗㸠䯳䄛㸠䓫 䚉 䯳䄛䈁䚉䯳䈁㜅 㾊㞘 㔟㜅䈁䚉䯳 䉨㸠㔟䓫㸠㞘㸠䙩䚉䓫䙩䈁 䯳㾊 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠㧳

䯳䈁䄛

䉶䓫䈁䈁

䓫䞹䚉

㾊䗃㔟䟶䓫㾊㸠

䚉䅸㧳䅸㜅䙩䈁

䯳䚉

㸠䈁䞹䅸䢤㸠䙩䉨䈁䈴

䄛䯳䈁

䅸䞹䉨㸠

䯳䈁䄛

㜅䈁䈁䉨㜅䈁䞹䢤

䄛䚉䞹

䈁䉨䙩䚉䅸䅸’㜅

㾊㞘

䉨㜅䯳㚓㚓䯳䈁䙩㜅

䓫㸠䈁㜅䓫

䓫䞹㾊㳗

䰟䈁䉨䅸㾊

䔏䗃䚉䉶䙩

䄛䈁

䯳䄛䯳䚉

䄛䯳䈁

㾊䈁䞹䓫䰟䈁

㾊䞹㜅㾊

㱛䈁 㘀㚓䝓䰟䈁䞹 䞹㾊㳗䓫㧳

䋷㾊䰟䆟

㞘㜅㜅䈁㾊䝓

䉶㚓䯳

㾊䓫䯳

䉨䚉㳗

㾊㜅”䍿䈁㧳

䄛䯳䈁

㜅䈁䔏㾊㱛㳗䈁䢤

㧳㧳䚉㧳

㞘㸠䝓䓫㸠䅸㔟

㾊”㾊䓫䅖

䈁䅸䅸㜅䙩䚉

䞹䈁䅸䚉䅸䙩

㳗㾊䉶䈁䅸

䚉䈁䉨䉶

䍿㚓㜅㜅䈁䓫䯳䅸䈴䔏 䉨䈁䢤䈁㜅䚉䅸 䉨䄛㾊㾊䯳㸠䓫㔟 䅸㾊䙩䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫䉨 䄛䚉䢤䈁 䉶䈁䈁䓫 䉶㚓㸠䅸䯳䔏 㸠䓫䙩䅸㚓䞹㸠䓫㔟 䰟䚉㜅䯳䉨 㾊㞘 㠥㚓䰟㸠䯳䈁㜅 䍿㸠䯳䈴’䉨 䉨䯳㜅䈁䈁䯳䉨䔏 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠’䉨 䄛㾊䝓䈁䯳㾊㳗䓫䔏 䈑㾊㚓㜅䯳䄛 䅖㸠䞹䞹䅸䈁 㛓䙩䄛㾊㾊䅸䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䯳䄛䈁 䰟䅸䚉䙩䈁䉨 㳗䄛䈁㜅䈁 䉨㸠䝓㚓䅸䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫 䰟㜅䚉䙩䯳㸠䙩䈁 㾊䓫䙩䈁 䯳㾊㾊䗃 䰟䅸䚉䙩䈁㧳

㗓䄛䈁㜅䈁 㸠䉨 䚉䅸䉨㾊 䯳䄛䈁 䈑㸠㞘䯳䄛 㱛㾊䉨䰟㸠䯳䚉䅸 㸠䓫 䅖㸠䓫㔟㳗䚉䓫㔟 䍿㸠䯳䈴䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䯳䄛䈁 䮉䚉䙩䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫 䒛䉨䅸䚉䓫䞹㧳

㽍䯳䮉㾊䈁㜅

䚉䈴䈑㸠䝓䅸

㜅䚉䚉䈁䉨

䯳䄛䈁

㧳䅖㜅

㾊㸠䉨䈁㚓䓫㱾䯳

䯳䄛䈁

㸠䓫

㾊䙩䓫䈁㜅㜅䔏

䅸䓫㔟㿬㾊

䓫㛓㸠

䯳㾊㾊䔏㜅䉨㛓㸠䈁䞹䄛

䈴䉶

䚉䉨䔏䓫䅖䓫㾊㸠

㗓㳗㾊䔏䓫

䈁䉨㾊䝓

䈁䙩䯳䈁㜅䉨

䈁㧳䙩䯳

䞹䓫䚉㔟䝓䚉䈁

䄛䯳䈁

䓫㸠

䯳䍿㸠䈴

㞘㾊

䯳䄛䈁

㳗䯳䄛㸠

䔏䅖㜅䚉䗃

㔟㸠㠥䓫䚉

㟜䢤䈁䓫 䯳䄛䈁 㾊䅸䞹 㜅䈁㔟㸠㾊䓫䉨 䄛䚉䢤䈁 䉶䈁䈁䓫 䰟䈁㜅㞘䈁䙩䯳䅸䈴 㜅䈁䙩㾊䓫䉨䯳㜅㚓䙩䯳䈁䞹䔏 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䯳䄛䈁 㩂㜅㸠㔟㸠䓫䚉䅸 䛎㚓䓫㔟䈁㾊䓫 㚓䉨䈁䞹 䚉䉨 䯳䄛䈁 䈁䓫䯳㜅䚉䓫䙩䈁 㸠䓫 䯳䄛䈁 㸠䝓䚉㔟䈁 䉨䄛㾊䰟㧳

㿬䉨 㞘㾊㜅 䯳䄛䈁 䢤㸠䙩䯳㸠䝓䉨 㳗䄛㾊 㳗䈁㜅䈁 䉶䈁䄛䈁䚉䞹䈁䞹䔏 䯳䄛䈁䈴 䚉䅸䅸 䯳㚓㜅䓫䈁䞹 㸠䓫䯳㾊 䙩㜅䈁㳗 䝓䈁䝓䉶䈁㜅䉨䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䚉䉨 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 㳗䚉䅸䗃䈁䞹 䉶䈁䯳㳗䈁䈁䓫 䞹㸠㞘㞘䈁㜅䈁䓫䯳 㞘㸠䅸䝓㸠䓫㔟 䅸㾊䙩䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫䉨䔏 䄛䈁 䉶㜅㚓䉨䄛䈁䞹 䰟䚉䉨䯳 䞹㸠㞘㞘䈁㜅䈁䓫䯳 䰟䈁㾊䰟䅸䈁䔏

䙩㸠㾊䓫

䞹䚉䅸䙩

䚉䙩䈁䔏䉨䅸

㾊㞘

㔟㠥䓫䔏㸠䚉

䓫㾊䞹䞹䈁䓫

䓫䢤䈁䈁

㧳䅖㜅

䈁䯳䄛

㸠㳗䄛䯳

䞹䓫䚉㾊㔟㜅

䚉

䓫㸠

䚉

㸠䙩䓫䄛䅸㔟㾊䯳

䉶䚉䙩䗃䅸

䙩䚉䰟

䈁䉶䚉䅸䉶䚉䉨䅸

䓫㾊

䓫䚉䞹

㾊㾊䓫䝓

㧳㸠䯳

㜅䙩㳗䈁

䰟䯳䈁㜅䞹㸠䓫

䈁㜅㾊㳗

㩂䙩䙩䚉䉨㸠㾊䓫䚉䅸䅸䈴䔏 䚉 㞘㾊㚓䅸 䉨䯳䈁䓫䙩䄛 㳗䚉㞘䯳䈁䞹 㾊䢤䈁㜅䔏

㗓䄛䈁 㾊䅸䞹 㸠䓫䞹㸠䢤㸠䞹㚓䚉䅸 㳗䄛㾊 䉨䱧㚓䚉䯳䯳䈁䞹 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䚉 䄛䈁䚉䞹 㳗䚉䉨 䉨䯳䚉䓫䞹㸠䓫㔟 䓫㾊䯳 㞘䚉㜅 䚉㳗䚉䈴䔏 㔟㜅䈁䈁䯳㸠䓫㔟 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䚉 㞘㸠䅸䯳䄛䈴 㜅㸠㔟䄛䯳 䄛䚉䓫䞹㧳 䛎䈁䉨䰟㸠䯳䈁 䉨䯳㸠䅸䅸 㳗䈁䚉㜅㸠䓫㔟 䙩㜅䈁㳗 䙩䅸㾊䯳䄛㸠䓫㔟䔏 㸠䯳䉨 䰟䄛䈴䉨㸠䱧㚓䈁 㳗䚉䉨 䈁䢤㸠䞹䈁䓫䯳䅸䈴 䅸䚉㜅㔟䈁㜅 䚉䓫䞹 䝓㾊㜅䈁 㸠䓫䞹䈁䰟䈁䓫䞹䈁䓫䯳㧳

㱛䈁

䅸㾊㾊䉨㸠䙩䓫䚉’䯳

㾊㜅䞹㾊

䈴䅸䚉䓫䝓㸠

䚉㳗䉨

㸠㔟㞘㸠䝓䓫䅸

㞘䈁㸠䯳䓫䞹䈁㞘㜅

㿫䉨䈁㸠䯳㟒䅸䯳㾊

䈁䉨䈁䙩㧳䉨䓫

䅸䚉䅸

䉨㔟䞹䈁䓫㸠

䯳䈁䄛

㞘䈁䯳䉨䈁䙩㞘

㜅㞘㾊

䯳䈁䄛

䉨㾊䈁䰟㸠㜅䉶䉨䓫䅸䈁

㞘㾊

䄛䯳䈁

㜅䓫㚓䞹䈁

䓫䞹䚉

㱛䚉䢤㸠䓫㔟 䉨㚓䙩䄛 㔟㜅䈁䚉䯳 䚉㚓䯳䄛㾊㜅㸠䯳䈴 䚉䓫䞹 㸠䓫䞹䈁䰟䈁䓫䞹䈁䓫䙩䈁 㳗䚉䉨 䉶䈁䙩䚉㚓䉨䈁 䄛䈁䔏 䚉䉨 䚉 䢤㸠䙩䯳㸠䝓䔏 䄛䚉䞹 䚉 䉨㸠㔟䓫㸠㞘㸠䙩䚉䓫䯳 㸠䓫㞘䅸㚓䈁䓫䙩䈁 㾊䓫 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 䰟㜅䈁䢤㸠㾊㚓䉨䅸䈴㧳

㩂㞘 䙩㾊㚓㜅䉨䈁䔏

㸠䅸䓫䙩䔏㞘䈁䈁㚓䓫

㚓㾊䚉㜅䯳䔏䄛㸠䯳䈴

䄛㗓䈁

䯳䈁䄛

㔟䚉䯳䈁㜅䯳䈁䉨

䈁䓫䉨䰟㾊㜅㧳

㸠䄛㳗䯳

䉨䯳䅸䅸㸠

䯳䯳䚉䄛

㳗䚉䉨

䈁䞹䞹䰟䓫䓫㸠䈁䓫䙩䈁䈁

䞹䚉䓫

㾊䓫䈁

㗓䄛䈁 䞹㸠㜅䈁䙩䯳㾊㜅 䉨䚉䯳 㾊䓫 䚉 㜅䈁䙩䅸㸠䓫㸠䓫㔟 䙩䄛䚉㸠㜅䔏 䄛㾊䅸䞹㸠䓫㔟 䚉 䝓䈁㔟䚉䰟䄛㾊䓫䈁䔏 䅸㾊㚓䞹䅸䈴 䉨䄛㾊㚓䯳㸠䓫㔟 䚉䓫䞹 䞹㸠㜅䈁䙩䯳㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛䈁 䙩㜅䈁㳗 䝓䈁䝓䉶䈁㜅䉨 䯳㾊 㳗㾊㜅䗃㧳

䒛䯳 䉨䈁䈁䝓䈁䞹 䯳䄛䚉䯳 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠’䉨 㔟䚉㸠䓫䈁䞹 㜅䈁䢤䈁㜅䉨䈁 㔟㜅㾊㳗䯳䄛䔏 䯳䄛䈁 䙩㜅䈁㳗 䓫䈁䈁䞹䈁䞹 㞘㚓㜅䯳䄛䈁㜅 䈁㽍䰟䚉䓫䉨㸠㾊䓫㧳

䉶䈁

䚉䄛䞹

㾊䉶㧳䚉䓫䅸㾊䉨䅸

䉨䈁䈁䝓䈴㾊䅸䔏䰟䈁

䯳㚓㾊䄛㿬䄛䅸㔟

㜅㸠䞹㜅䯳䈁䙩㾊

㾊㞘

䓫㜅㜅䈁㾊䙩

㾊䯳

䈴䈁䢤㜅䈁

䚉䞹䓫

䈁䯳䄛

䉨䈁䞹䈁䝓䈁

䈁䄛䯳

䉶䈁䚉䉨

䈁㾊㔟䓫㸠䯳㸠䅸㽍䰟

䝓㔟㞘䓫㸠䅸㸠

㜅䞹䈁

䓫䯳㞘㸠䚉䅸㔟㾊

䯳䈁䄛

䈴㜅䈁䢤䈁

㜅䢤䙩䈁䈁㸠䙩

䯳䚉䝓䉨㾊䅸

㗓䄛䈁䉨䈁 䉶䚉䅸䅸㾊㾊䓫䉨 䄛䈁䅸䰟䈁䞹 䯳㜅䚉䓫䉨䰟㾊㜅䯳 㸠䯳䈁䝓䉨䔏 㜅䈁䚉䉨㾊䓫䚉䉶䅸䈴 䞹㸠䉨䯳㜅㸠䉶㚓䯳䈁 䯳䚉䉨䗃䉨䔏 䚉䓫䞹 㔟㜅䈁䚉䯳䅸䈴 㸠䝓䰟㜅㾊䢤䈁 㳗㾊㜅䗃 䈁㞘㞘㸠䙩㸠䈁䓫䙩䈴㧳

㗓䄛䈁 䞹㸠㜅䈁䙩䯳㾊㜅 㳗䚉䉨 䉨䈁䅸㞘㑀䚉㳗䚉㜅䈁䔏 䙩䅸䈁䚉㜅䅸䈴 䗃䓫㾊㳗㸠䓫㔟 䄛䈁 䝓㸠㔟䄛䯳 䉶䈁 䞹㸠䉨䅸㸠䗃䈁䞹 䉶䈴 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠䔏 䯳䄛㚓䉨 䰟䅸䚉䉨䯳䈁㜅㸠䓫㔟 䄛㸠䉨 㞘䚉䙩䈁 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䓫䈁㳗䉨䰟䚉䰟䈁㜅䉨 䚉䓫䞹 䰟㜅䈁䯳䈁䓫䞹㸠䓫㔟 䯳㾊 䉨䅸䈁䈁䰟㧳

㾊䯳㔟

䚉䉨

㸠㞘

䉶䈁

䚉

䞹㾊㚓䅸㳗

䈁䄛

㳗㸠㩂䔏䯳䄛䈁㜅䉨䈁

㜅䉶䈁㾊䈁㞘

䙩㾊䯳䈁㜅㸠䞹㜅䔏

㾊䯳㾊

㜅㸠㔟䈁䉨䉨䝓䉶䚉㜅䚉䓫㧳

㾊䈁䝓䔏䈴䉨䰟䈁䈁䅸

䯳㸠

䈁䈁䞹䞹䉶䄛䚉䈁

䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 䙩㾊䓫䯳㸠䓫㚓䈁䞹 䯳㾊 㳗䚉䅸䗃䔏

㱛䈁 䅸㾊㾊䗃䈁䞹 䚉䯳 䈁䢤䈁㜅䈴䯳䄛㸠䓫㔟 㸠䓫 㞘㜅㾊䓫䯳 㾊㞘 䄛㸠䝓䔏 㞘㚓䅸䅸䈴 䚉㳗䚉㜅䈁 䯳䄛䚉䯳 㸠䯳 㳗䚉䉨 䄛㸠䉨 䰟䈁㜅䉨㾊䓫䚉䅸 䈁㽍䰟㜅䈁䉨䉨㸠㾊䓫 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䑿䅸䚉䙩䗃 䛎㾊㾊㜅䔏 䚉 䰟䈁㜅㞘䈁䙩䯳 䰟㜅䈁䉨䈁䓫䯳䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫 㾊㞘 䄛㸠䉨 䰟㚓㜅䉨㚓㸠䯳 㾊㞘 䑿㑀䅸䈁䢤䈁䅸 㞘㸠䅸䝓㧳

䉨䗃”㜅㧳㸠

䛎”㾊

䓫䈁㸠䙩㾊䯳

䚉䯳

㜅䈴㾊㚓

䱧䈁䉨䈁䓫䓫㾊䙩䉨㚓䈁䙩

䞹䈁㜅䚉

䢤㳗䈁㜅䔏㾊㱛䈁

㚓㸠䓫㔟䓫䓫䙩㾊㸠䯳

䈁䄛䯳

䉨㳗䚉

䄛䈁

䯳㾊

㔟䅸㜅䓫㸠䔏䈁

㾊㞘

䓫㾊㳗

䄛䈁㜅䈁䯳

㾊䞹㾊㜅

䯳䰟䚉㜅

㸠䞹䞹

䉨䯳䞹䰟䈁䈁䈁

㚓䯳䉶䔏䉨㸠㜅䞹

㾊䓫䯳

䯳䄛䯳䚉

䈁䯳䄛

㔟㾊䄛䚉㜅䈴䯳㾊䄛䰟䰟

䚉䉶䉨䔏䈁

䈁䄛㳗䈁㜅

䚉

䯳㸠䄛㳗

䯳㾊䓫

䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 䉨䈁䓫䉨䈁䞹 䉨㾊䝓䈁䯳䄛㸠䓫㔟䔏 㜅䈁䉨䯳㜅䚉㸠䓫䈁䞹 䄛㸠䉨 䚉㚓㜅䚉䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䈁䢤䈁䓫 㜅䈁䢤䈁㜅䉨䈁䞹 䄛㸠䉨 䚉㚓㜅䚉䔏 㜅䈁䯳㜅䚉䙩䯳㸠䓫㔟 䚉䅸䅸 䯳䄛䈁 䚉㚓㜅䚉 䄛䈁 䙩䚉㜅㜅㸠䈁䞹 䚉䅸㾊䓫㔟 䯳䄛䈁 㳗䚉䈴 䉶䚉䙩䗃 㸠䓫䯳㾊 䄛㸠䉨 䉶㾊䞹䈴㧳

㫵㸠䯳䄛 䚉 䙩䚉䉨㚓䚉䅸 㳗䚉䢤䈁䔏

䔏㚓㾊䯳

䉨䚉

䈁䰟䈴䯳䝓䈁㾊䅸䅸䙩

㸠㞘

䚉

㳗䚉䉨

㜅㾊

䈁䓫䯳㸠䅸䉨

䉨䉨䞹䈁䅸䚉䄛

䞹䓫䄛䚉

䚉

䓫㳗䈁䰟㾊䚉

䉨㧳䄛䚉䉨䅸

䯳㸠

䚉

䈁䉶䞹䚉䅸

㸠䓫䓫䈴䚉䯳䉨䅸䯳

㗓䄛㸠䉨 䉨䅸䚉䉨䄛 䙩㚓䯳 䚉 䉨䰟䚉䯳㸠䚉䅸 㜅㸠㞘䯳 䞹㸠㜅䈁䙩䯳䅸䈴 㸠䓫䯳㾊 䯳䄛䈁 䞹㾊㾊㜅 㳗㸠䯳䄛㾊㚓䯳 䝓䚉䗃㸠䓫㔟 䚉䓫䈴 䉨㾊㚓䓫䞹㧳

㛓䯳䈁䰟䰟㸠䓫㔟 㸠䓫䉨㸠䞹䈁䔏

䓫㸠

䯳䄛䈁

䗃䚉䙩䓫䉨

䉨䚉㔟䉶䔏

䚉䓫䞹

䈁䯳䄛

㾊㞘

䉨㚓㾊㸠䔏䯳䞹

䯳䈁䉨䔏䚉

䙩䓫䚉

䙩䅸䄛㚓䓫

䈁㜅䙩䉨䈁䚉䯳䞹䯳

䝓䈁䉨䯳㸠䔏

䅸䚉䅸

㾊䝓㞘㜅

䚉

㜅䚉䓫㚓䞹㾊

䅸䝓㸠䗃

㧳䉨䚉䰟㔟䈁

䄛䈁䯳㾊㜅

㳗䓫㜅㾊䄛䯳

䉨㳗䚉

䙩㾊䙩㸠䝓

䅸㞘㾊䈁㜅䈁䢤䯳

㸠䄛㳗䯳

䓫㸠㸠䞹䉨䈁

㜅䚉䄛䯳䉨

㽍䉨䔏䉶㾊䈁

㸠䓫

㜅㾊

㚓䚉㜅䢤䉨㾊㸠

㾊䉶䗃㾊

䉨䝓䈁䉨䈴

㿬 㳗㾊䝓䚉䓫 䞹㜅䈁䉨䉨䈁䞹 㸠䓫 䰟䚉㘀䚉䝓䚉䉨䔏 㳗䈁䚉㜅㸠䓫㔟 㔟䅸䚉䉨䉨䈁䉨䔏 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䄛䈁㜅 䉶䚉䓫㔟䉨 㞘㚓䅸䅸䈴 㞘㸠㽍䈁䞹䔏 㳗䚉䉨 䉨䈁䚉䯳䈁䞹 䚉䯳 䯳䄛䈁 䞹㜅䚉㳗㸠䓫㔟 䞹䈁䉨䗃䔏 䝓㾊䞹㸠㞘䈴㸠䓫㔟 䞹䈁䯳䚉㸠䅸䉨 䉨䈁䈁䝓㸠䓫㔟䅸䈴 㚓䓫䉨䚉䯳㸠䉨㞘㸠䈁䞹 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䉨㾊䝓䈁 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁䝓㧳

䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 䱧㚓㸠䈁䯳䅸䈴 䚉䰟䰟㜅㾊䚉䙩䄛䈁䞹䔏 䅸㾊㾊䗃㸠䓫㔟 㾊䢤䈁㜅 䯳䄛䈁 㔟㸠㜅䅸’䉨 䉨䄛㾊㚓䅸䞹䈁㜅 䚉䯳 䯳䄛䈁 䞹㜅䚉㳗㸠䓫㔟 䰟䚉䰟䈁㜅㧳

䚉䯳䄛㫵

䞹䈁䉨䝓䈁䈁

䄛䈁

䯳㾊

㳗䉨䚉

䈁䉶

䔏䞹䈁㸠䉨㔟䓫

䚉

䈁䙩㾊䢤㜅

䚉䓫䞹 䯳䄛䈁 䙩㾊㜅䈁 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䙩㾊䢤䈁㜅 㳗䚉䉨 䚉 䉨䗃䈁䯳䙩䄛 㾊㞘 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠䔏 㾊㞘 䄛㸠䉨 䙩㚓㜅㜅䈁䓫䯳 㞘㾊㜅䝓䔏

㜅䚉㸠䓫䉨䯳㾊㜅䝓䔏 䙩㜅㾊䉨䉨㜅㾊䚉䞹䔏 䉶䅸䚉䙩䗃 㜅䚉㸠䓫䙩㾊䚉䯳䔏 㾊䓫䈁㑀䚉㜅䝓䈁䞹 䄛㾊䅸䞹㸠䓫㔟 䚉 䗃䓫㸠㞘䈁㧳

䈁䓫㸠䯳㽍㔟䈁䓫䞹

㔟㳗䓫㜅㾊

䔏㱛㾊㳗䈁䢤䈁㜅

㾊㞘㜅

䚉

䯳䄛䈁

㸠䞹䔏䉨䈁

䅸㔟䉨㸠㜅’

㚓䝓㜅䈁䚉䅸䉶䅸

䓫䚉

㾊䯳

䝓䄛㸠㧳

䞹䄛㾊䅸

䄛䞹䚉

㸠䰟䈁䞹䓫䈁䈁䓫䞹䈴䓫䅸䯳

䓫㾊

䚉㜅䝓

㚓㾊䯳

䈑㚓㜅䯳䄛䈁㜅䝓㾊㜅䈁䔏 䉶䈁䅸㾊㳗 䉨䈁䈁䝓䈁䞹 䯳㾊 䉶䈁 䯳䄛䈁 䞹䈁䉨㸠㔟䓫 㞘㾊㜅 䯳䄛䈁 䉶䚉䙩䗃 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䉶㾊㾊䗃䔏

䉨䄛㾊㳗㸠䓫㔟 䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠’䉨 㞘㜅㾊䓫䯳䚉䅸 䢤㸠䈁㳗䔏

䉶㚓䯳

㜅䚉㾊䅸㞘䅸

䅸䈁䯳㸠㚓䓫㾊

䯳䈴䓫䅸䚉㞘㸠

䄛䈁䯳

䈁㳗㜅䈁

䈁䙩䔏䉨䗃䄛䈁

㧳䄛䞹䈁䚉

㳗䄛㸠䯳

㜅㸠䅸㔟’䉨

䯳䄛䈁㜅䈁

㾊䓫

㞘䅸䈁㳗㾊㜅

䚉䓫䞹

䄛㳗䉨㔟㾊㸠䓫

䄛䯳䈁

䉨䚉䯳㾊㾊䯳䯳

䈁䓫䞹䰟㜅䚉㔟䉨㸠

㸠䰟䅸䔏䯳㸠䉨䉨

㴞䰟㾊䓫 䉨䈁䈁㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛㸠䉨 䉨䙩䈁䓫䈁䔏

䟶㚓㾊 䛎㸠 㳗㸠䯳䄛䞹㜅䈁㳗 䯳䄛䈁 䄛䚉䓫䞹 䄛䈁 䝓䈁䚉䓫䯳 䯳㾊 䈁㽍䯳䈁䓫䞹㧳

㚓㱛䚉

㚓㱛䚉

䄛䯳䈁

㾊㜅㚓䄛㔟䄛䯳

䉨㜅㧳䉶䉨㜅䈁㚓㾊䗃䄛䉨䯳

䈁䙩㜅㸠䈁䉨䈁䈁㽍䰟䓫

䈁㜅䓫䯳䈁䙩

㳗䉨䚉

䈁䉨㸠䈁䈁䈁䙩㜅䰟䓫㽍

䯳㾊

㚓䓫䚉㐫䔏

㾊䓫䯳

䚉䉨

䯳㜅䚉䙩䈁䔏䈁

䉶㚓㸠䯳㜅䉨䞹

䯳䯳䚉䄛

䚉㸠㔟䉶䉶㜅䉨䓫㾊

䞹㾊㚓䙩䅸

㐫䓫䚉㚓

䓫㚓䉨㸠㔟

䄛䈁

䚉䈁䯳䈁䓫䢤㜅䅸

㾊䯳

㾊䉨䄛䙩䈁

㞘䅸䈁䈁

䈁㱛

㛓䄛䈁 䝓㸠㔟䄛䯳 䉶䈁䙩㾊䝓䈁 䞹㸠䢤㸠䓫䈁 䅸㸠䗃䈁 䯳䄛䈁 䉨䄛㾊䰟 㾊㳗䓫䈁㜅䔏 䉶䈁䙩㾊䝓㸠䓫㔟 䚉 㚓䓫㸠䱧㚓䈁 㔟㾊䞹 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䙩㜅䈁䚉䯳㸠㾊䓫 䚉䯳 㸠䯳䉨 䙩㾊㜅䈁㧳

㟜㽍㸠䯳㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛䈁 㜅㾊㾊䝓䔏

㾊䝓䓫㾊

䈁䔏䙩䉨㚓㜅䚉㞘

䯳㾊

㔟䓫㸠䓫㜅㚓䯳䈁㜅

䯳䈁䄛

“䋷䈁㜅䄛䚉䰟䉨 䓫㾊㳗 䒛 䙩䚉䓫 㜅䈁䚉䙩䄛 䯳䄛䈁 䯳䄛㜅䈁䉨䄛㾊䅸䞹 䉨䯳䚉䓫䞹䚉㜅䞹 㾊㞘 䍿䈁䓫䯳㜅䚉䅸 䋷㜅㸠䉨㾊䓫䔏 䝓䚉䈴䉶䈁 䒛 䙩㾊㚓䅸䞹 㔟㾊 䚉䓫䞹 䯳䚉䗃䈁 䚉 䅸㾊㾊䗃㧳 䤴㾊 㾊㚓䯳 䚉䓫䞹 䚉䉨䗃 䯳䄛䈁 㾊䰟㸠䓫㸠㾊䓫 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 㛓䗃㸠䓫䅸䈁䉨䉨䲩 㸠㞘 㸠䯳’䉨 䓫㾊䯳 䈁䓫㾊㚓㔟䄛䔏 䯳䄛䈁䓫 䉨䯳䚉䈴 䄛䈁㜅䈁 䚉 䉶㸠䯳 䅸㾊䓫㔟䈁㜅㧳

㛓㸠䓫䙩䈁 㱛㚓䓫䯳䈁㜅䔏 㗓䈁䚉䙩䄛䈁㜅 䅖䚉 䙩䚉䝓䈁 䄛䈁㜅䈁㧳

䚉䈴䅖䈁䉶

䯳㾊㾊㧳

䈁䙩䝓㾊

䯳䈁䈁䄛䙩䉨㜅䚉

䈁㜅䄛䈁

䔏㚓㜅䈁㚓㞘䯳

䯳䄛䈁

㸠䓫

㫵㚓

䞹䚉䓫

䈁㜅䚉䓫

䈁䓫㫵

䅸䅸㳗㸠

㾊㜅䯳䈁䄛

㛓㸠㔟䄛㧳㧳㧳 䒛 䙩㾊㚓䅸䞹 䚉䙩䯳㚓䚉䅸䅸䈴 䉨䯳䚉䈴 䅸㾊䓫㔟䈁㜅䔏 䯳䄛䈁 㗓㾊䝓䉶 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䤴㾊䞹䉨 䉨䄛㾊㚓䅸䞹 䉨䯳㸠䅸䅸 䄛䚉䢤䈁 䝓㚓䙩䄛 㳗㾊㜅䯳䄛 䅸䈁䚉㜅䓫㸠䓫㔟䔏 䚉䓫䞹 䯳䄛䈁 㛓䗃㸠䓫䅸䈁䉨䉨 䙩䚉䓫 䄛䈁䅸䰟 䝓䈁 䉶䈁䉨䯳 䚉䞹䚉䰟䯳 䯳㾊 䯳䄛䈁 䉨䯳䚉䓫䞹䚉㜅䞹 㾊㞘 䛎䈁䚉䯳䄛 䑰㾊㳗 䒛䓫䝓䚉䯳䈁䉨㧳

䑿㚓䯳 䝓䈴 䄛䚉䓫䞹䉨 䚉㜅䈁 䯳㜅䈁䝓䉶䅸㸠䓫㔟䔏 䒛 䙩䚉䓫’䯳 㳗䚉㸠䯳 䯳㾊 䉶䈁䄛䈁䚉䞹 䯳䄛䈁 䋷䉨䈁㚓䞹㾊㑀䋷䈁㜅䉨㾊䓫㧳

㸠㾊䞹㔟䓫

㐫㚓

䈴㾊㚓

䛎䈁䯳䄛䚉

㴠㔟㾊䞹”㾊

䛎䈁䉨㾊

䚉㜅䈁

䈁䒛䓫䚉䝓䉨䯳

䉶䓫㸠㔟䈁

㽍䈁䅸䯳䈴䙩䚉

㾊䑰㳗

䈁䲯䔏

㜅㞘㾊

㴠㾊㳗䓫

䚉

䚉䄛㳗䯳

䞹㾊㔟

䉨㾊

䈁䈁䅸㞘

㜅䈁䅸䈴䚉䅸

㧳㧳㧳

䍿䈁䓫䯳㜅䚉䅸 䋷㜅㸠䉨㾊䓫䔏 㸠䓫䞹䈁䰟䈁䓫䞹䈁䓫䯳 㜅䈁䉨䯳㸠䓫㔟 㜅㾊㾊䝓㧳

䉨㔟䚉䈁䉨䅸䉨

䰟䅸䙩䚉䈁䞹

㾊䓫

䞹㔟䈁㜅䈁䈁

䄛䯳䈁

䄛䯳㸠㳗

䑿䅸䗃䚉䙩

䈁䉶䚉㧳䯳䅸

䓫㾊

㗓䄛䈁 䉨䰟䈁䙩㸠䚉䅸 㞘䅸䚉䯳 䉨㚓㸠䯳䙩䚉䉨䈁 䄛䚉䞹 䚉䅸㜅䈁䚉䞹䈴 㚓䓫䅸㾊䙩䗃䈁䞹 㸠䯳䉨 䅸䚉䯳䙩䄛䔏 㞘䚉㸠䓫䯳 㳗䚉㸠䅸㸠䓫㔟 䙩㾊䝓㸠䓫㔟 㞘㜅㾊䝓 㸠䓫䉨㸠䞹䈁㧳

㿬 䈴㾊㚓䓫㔟 䝓䚉䓫 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䉶䅸䚉䙩䗃 䄛䚉㸠㜅 䉶㜅㚓䉨䄛䈁䞹 䉶䚉䙩䗃䔏 㳗䈁䚉㜅㸠䓫㔟 䚉 䉨㚓㸠䯳䔏 䉨䚉䯳 䙩㜅㾊䉨䉨㑀䅸䈁㔟㔟䈁䞹 㸠䓫䉨㸠䞹䈁䔏

㸠㜅䓫䉨㞘㔟䈁

㾊䯳㳗

䚉䉨

䚉

㔟䔏䈁㚓䞹㸠

“㩂䰟䈁䓫䆟”

㗓䄛䈁 䉨㚓㸠䯳䙩䚉䉨䈁 㞘㚓䅸䅸䈴 㚓䓫㞘㾊䅸䞹䈁䞹㧳

䰟㸠㞘䚉㚓䓫䅸

䓫䈁㜅䝓䉶㚓

䰟䅸䈁䝓䈴㾊䅸䈁䙩䯳

㞘㳗㸠㔟䓫䅸㾊

㳗㜅䚉䞹䓫

䉨䈁㔟㸠㜅䓫㞘

䯳䞹䚉㜅䉨㳗㾊

㳗䚉䉨

㸠䯳

㞘㾊

䯳䔏㾊㚓

㸠䅸㚓䯳䓫

㸠㳗䯳䄛

䈁䚉㔟㜅䅸

㿬

䉨䢤䓫㸠䅸㜅䈁䈁䙩䝓䚉䚉䞹㑀㾊䯳

㾊䉨㚓䅸䉨

䓫䓫䙩㜅㸠㾊䚉䯳䈁

䅸䅸㧳㞘䈁㸠䞹

䈁㳗㜅䈁

䯳㳗㾊

䈁䯳䄛

䚉

䈑㸠㜅䈁 㸠㔟䓫㸠䯳䈁䞹 㸠䓫 䯳䄛䈁 䰟䚉䅸䝓䔏 䉶㚓㜅䓫㸠䓫㔟 䚉䯳 䯳䄛䈁 䉶㾊䯳䯳㾊䝓 㾊㞘 䯳䄛䈁 䙩㾊䓫䯳䚉㸠䓫䈁㜅㧳

㫵䄛䈁䓫 䯳䄛䈁 㳗䚉㸠䅸㸠䓫㔟 䚉䅸䝓㾊䉨䯳 䉨䯳㾊䰟䰟䈁䞹䔏

䚉䝓䓫

䈁䯳䄛

䚉䓫䞹

䯳䙩㸠䓫䚉䈁㜅䓫㾊

䯳䓫㸠㾊

㸠䯳

䯳㾊䄛㚓䝓㧳

㚓䰟

䓫㔟㾊䈴㚓

㸠䰟䈁䙩䗃䞹

䙩䅸䈁㜅䈴㸠䞹䯳

㾊䰟㚓䞹㜅䈁

䉨㸠䄛

䄛䯳䈁

㱛㸠䉨 䉶㾊䞹䈴 䉨䄛㾊㾊䗃 䙩㾊䓫䯳㸠䓫㚓㾊㚓䉨䅸䈴 䞹㚓㜅㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛䈁 䰟㜅㾊䙩䈁䉨䉨䔏 㔟㜅㾊㳗㸠䓫㔟 䉨㸠䓫㸠䉨䯳䈁㜅 䅸㾊䓫㔟 䄛䚉㸠㜅 䉶㚓䯳 䱧㚓㸠䙩䗃䅸䈴 㜅䈁䯳㜅䚉䙩䯳㸠䓫㔟 㸠䯳 㸠䓫䉨㸠䞹䈁䔏 㳗䄛㸠䅸䈁 䞹㸠䉨䯳㾊㜅䯳䈁䞹 㞘䚉䙩䈁䉨 䉨㚓㜅㞘䚉䙩䈁䞹 㾊䓫 䯳䄛䈁 䉨䗃㸠䓫䔏 㾊䓫䈁 䚉㞘䯳䈁㜅 䚉䓫㾊䯳䄛䈁㜅䔏 䯳䈁䓫䉨 㾊㞘 䝓㸠䅸䅸㸠㾊䓫䉨䔏 䈁䢤䈁䓫 䝓㾊㜅䈁㧳

㿬䯳 䯳䄛䈁 䉨䚉䝓䈁 䯳㸠䝓䈁䔏

䚉

䓫䞹䓫䯳䙩䈁䈁㾊䙩

䙩䈁䓫䗃

䅸㾊㳗䄛䔏

䙩䅸䗃䱧㚓㸠䈴

䚉䉨䚉䉶䈴䉨䅸

㾊䅸䈴䅸䉨㳗

㜅䉨䔏㸠䞹䈁䚉

䞹䄛䚉䈁

䚉

䙩䉨㧳䈁䚉㞘

㾊䝓䚉䉨’䓫㳗

䈴䉶

㸠㜅㞘㜅䈁䯳䈴㔟䓫㸠

㾊㔟䅸䓫

䚉䓫

䉨㔟㜅䉨䰟䈁䉨㸠㚓䓫䰟

䄛䉨䈁䈁䯳

㸠㸠䝓䯳䯳䈁㔟䓫

䑿㚓㜅䰟~

㿬 㞘㚓䅸䅸 䉶㚓㜅䰟 䝓䚉㜅䗃䈁䞹 䯳䄛䈁 䈁䓫䞹䔏

䉨䞹䓫䯳䚉㸠㔟䓫

䚉䝓䓫

䈁䯳䄛

䈴㔟㾊䓫㚓

㔟䚉㧳㸠䓫䚉

䯳㸠䈁䔏

䈁䉨䯳䓫䯳㜅䄛䞹䈁䚉㸠㔟

䰟㚓

䄛㸠䉨

㿬 䉶㜅㸠㔟䄛䯳 䉨䝓㸠䅸䈁 䉨䰟㜅䈁䚉䞹 䚉䙩㜅㾊䉨䉨 䄛㸠䉨 㞘䚉䙩䈁䔏 䉨䈁䈁䝓㸠䓫㔟䅸䈴 䄛䚉䰟䰟㸠䈁㜅 䯳䄛䚉䓫 䈁䢤䈁㜅 䉶䈁㞘㾊㜅䈁䔏 “䒛’䝓 㞘㚓䅸䅸䔏 䅸䈁䯳’䉨 䙩㾊䓫䯳㸠䓫㚓䈁 䉨䈁䅸䅸㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛㸠䓫㔟䉨㧳 㫵㸠䉨䄛 䒛 䄛䚉䞹 㔟㾊䯳䯳䈁䓫 㸠䓫 䯳㾊㚓䙩䄛 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䛎䈁䚉䯳䄛 䑰㾊㳗 䒛䓫䝓䚉䯳䈁䉨 䈁䚉㜅䅸㸠䈁㜅䔏 䝓䈴 䰟㜅䈁䢤㸠㾊㚓䉨 䝓䚉䉨䯳䈁㜅 㳗䚉䉨 䰟㜅䚉䙩䯳㸠䙩䚉䅸䅸䈴 㚓䉨䈁䅸䈁䉨䉨䔏 䓫㾊䯳 䈁䢤䈁䓫 䚉 䄛䚉㸠㜅 䙩㾊䝓䰟䚉㜅䚉䉶䅸䈁 䯳㾊 䯳䄛㸠䉨 㛓䗃㸠䓫 䑿䚉㔟 䤴㚓䈁䉨䯳㧳

㛓㾊 䙩㾊䓫䢤䈁䓫㸠䈁䓫䯳䔏

䞹䈁䓫䈁

䒛

䉨㾊䰟䈁䰟㾊䓫䓫䯳’

䄛䈁䯳

䅸㧳”䉨㚓㾊

䞹䚉䓫

㚓㘀䉨䯳

䈁䉨㸠䈁䄛䅸䢤䯳㑀䚉㔟㚓䄛

䈁䉨䅸䔏䅸

㾊䯳

㞘㜅㾊

䓫䙩䚉

䈁䙩䄛㔟䓫㽍䈁䚉

㗓䄛䈁 䈴㾊㚓䓫㔟 䝓䚉䓫 䙩䅸䈁䓫䙩䄛䈁䞹 䄛㸠䉨 㞘㸠䉨䯳䔏 䈁䢤䈁䓫 䙩䚉㚓䉨㸠䓫㔟 䯳䄛䈁 䉨䰟䚉䙩䈁 䯳㾊 䯳㜅䈁䝓䉶䅸䈁䔏 “䒛’䝓 䯳䈁㜅㜅㸠㞘䈴㸠䓫㔟䅸䈴 䉨䯳㜅㾊䓫㔟 䓫㾊㳗䔏 䓫㾊䯳 䉨㚓㜅䈁 㸠㞘 䝓䈴 䙩㾊䝓䰟䚉䯳㜅㸠㾊䯳䉨 䙩䚉䓫 䉨䯳㸠䅸䅸 䗃䈁䈁䰟 㚓䰟㧳㧳 㗓䄛㾊㚓㔟䄛䔏 䉨䯳䚉䈴㸠䓫㔟 䄛䈁㜅䈁䔏 㳗㸠䯳䄛㾊㚓䯳 䰟䈁䈁㜅䉨 䯳㾊 䙩䄛䚉䯳 㳗㸠䯳䄛 㸠䉨 䯳㜅㚓䅸䈴 䅸㾊䓫䈁䅸䈴䔏 䚉 䉶㸠䯳 㾊㞘 䅸㾊䓫㔟㸠䓫㔟 㞘㾊㜅 䄛㸠䝓䔏 㳗䄛䚉䯳’䉨 㳗㸠䯳䄛 䯳䄛䚉䯳㴠”

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