Capítulo 960: Chapter 939: Vortex

Corpses of various Nightmares were scattered everywhere,

along with many indescribable, malformed Otherworldly life forms.

They weren’t actually very strong, or rather these creations by the Skin Bag Guest should be considered basic life forms, not the most powerful kind.

However… these things were extremely strange.

Any contact with them, whether direct physical contact or contamination by their bodily fluids, would bring a distinctly different deep pollution.

Even though Teacher Guo let the Vortex effect cover his whole body, he couldn’t completely resist it.

After killing hundreds of dream life forms,

Teacher Guo had basically lost his human shape, and his entire body was undergoing irregular disintegration.

His left chest extended from his chin, reaching his collarbone. His gums formed tentacle structures, swaying in the air with his teeth,

and his right chest grew numerous compound eyes, some of which crawled around his body like little spiders.

His arms were covered in small holes that constantly oozed viscous substances, and occasionally tentacle structures would emerge.

His right leg had completely transformed into a structure full of hair and suckers, while his left leg barely maintained its normal state.

The only unchanged part was his face, which had turned into an Abyss Vortex, although its rotation was very slow, almost stopping.

The fallen parts all over his body seemed endowed with self-consciousness, constantly trying to invade Teacher Guo’s main consciousness.

Moreover,

the accumulating pollution increasingly deviated from human essence, deepening the “in the dream” concept, causing his identity to shift, diverge from reality, and permanently become a native here.

Teacher Guo indeed possessed extraordinary talents, but it was extremely difficult to fight against a world by oneself, especially when even the world rules favored the other side.

Eventually,

stumbling forward, Teacher Guo fell heavily,

his face slammed onto the ground, the Abyss Vortex stopped rotating, and his consciousness was being invaded by the derivative consciousness emerging all over his body.

Before consciousness dissipated, the Skin Bag Guest’s voice came:

“Is this all you can muster? I thought you could last until the end of the dream journey. Since you can’t even do that, the evaluation is meaningless.

Stay here, become my commodity, become a part of the dream… Your friends, your students will soon join too.”

Teacher Guo felt no emotional fluctuation, nor any resistance, his consciousness sank like a stone into a pool, descending to depths where sunlight couldn’t reach.

He seemed to be drowning, drawn by the vortex deeper.

“It’s alright, it’s alright…”

Faint, almost forgotten voices came from beside his ear.

A hand grasped Teacher Guo, slowly pulling him out of the water, swimming toward the shore.

Accompanied by continuous pressure from his chest, the river water clogging his throat was coughed out, consciousness returned, and his vision cleared.

Before him was a thoroughly soaked woman, looking at him with concern.

“Are you okay, little one?”

Teacher Guo slowly sat up, though his body felt uncomfortable, he insisted on shaking his head to show he was fine.

The woman looked serious, “Next time, don’t come swimming in such a river. There are some invisible vortexes inside, really dangerous if you’re caught.

Besides, this river is pretty much deserted, if I wasn’t jogging this morning, no one would have found you at all.

And why are you alone? Where are your parents or classmates…”

Teacher Guo didn’t respond, like a child who had done something wrong, unable to say anything.

Perhaps sensing Teacher Guo’s emotions, or feeling something else, the woman immediately changed the topic, “What’s your name?”

“Guo… Wendian.”

“Then I’ll call you Little Guo? Sounds like the name of someone who does well in language subjects, hehe.

I’m Jiang Pan, a middle school teacher at Jupiter City’s Nineteen Middle School. Looking at you, it seems you’re almost ready for high school, hope you can come to our school then.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Jiang Pan didn’t leave, continuing to speak: “Let me guess, early in the morning, you came to such a place alone… could it be you weren’t here to swim, but wanted to do something not so nice?”

Guo Wendian shook his head, “My body is weak, teacher said swimming can strengthen health, so I wanted to try.”

“I see~ Indeed, pulling you up almost felt no weight, your body is too skinny.

I’m really envious, if only I could share some meat with you.

Achoo~~ Can’t stand it, I need to go take a hot bath asap.

Remember, don’t come swimming here, and don’t push yourself to exercise. Although our country values physique, college admissions are mainly through physical testing, but this isn’t the only path.

My physical grades were poor too, but my cultural subjects were good, that’s why I came back to be a culture subject teacher.

You might be able to do the same, see you Little Guo.”

“Goodbye.”

Watching her leave, ten-year-old Guo Wendian felt somewhat dazed.

Until a shiver brought him back to reality,

he quickly put on the clothes piled on the shore, looking at the lake surface that just swallowed him. A tiny vortex was still there, it was this thing that pulled him down, almost killing him.

For some reason,

Teacher Guo, though afraid, was intrigued by the vortex that nearly caused his death.

Returning to the resettlement community.

Only his grandmother was at home, his parents had died in the Pseudo-Person incident before he could remember, and his grandfather passed away due to illness a few years back.

Grandmother also suffered from eye disease, unable to see things clearly.

All household affairs depended on him, cleaning, cooking, and feeding his grandmother, etc.

Today is the weekend,

After finishing the big cleanup, Guo Wendian headed to the bathroom to shower. Looking at his rib-like figure in the mirror, he recalled the words of Teacher Jiang from earlier this morning, deciding to focus on cultural studies.

Also, due to the dangerous incident he encountered today, his sensitivity to the Vortex increased significantly.

During the shower, he would always stare at that whirlpool-like drain, and could gaze at the toilet flushing for a long time.

When washing his face, he would reach his hand into the basin to stir.

When he finished his homework, he would often draw whirlpool patterns in the blank spaces.

He felt a peculiar attraction to this vortex structure; though ordinary, it seemed to be capable of engulfing everything. Clearly just a natural phenomenon, yet it could lead to the arrival of death.

Time passed into middle school.

He was admitted to Jupiter City’s Nineteen Middle School with a perfect score in cultural studies.

Although his cultural studies were excellent, his physical condition worsened, prompting the academic office to allow him exemption from physical education classes.

During every PE class, Guo Wendian would stay in the classroom reading alone.

While there was no bullying, his inherent personality made it difficult to make friends. Moreover, the topic everyone talked about was mostly sports, leaving him unable to join the conversation.

Today was no different,

Guo Wendian was alone in the classroom, having completed all the middle-school cultural self-study. Bored, he began to draw a whirlpool on scrap paper.

Compared to elementary school, his obsession with the vortex had deepened.

And whenever he started drawing, his heart would calm down, with restless thoughts being completely absorbed by the whirlpool.

Perhaps too immersed, Guo Wendian didn’t notice someone had arrived.

Only when the entire sheet was covered with dense whirlpools did he notice a woman standing by, silently watching him.

Guo Wendian’s face turned red instantly, hastily gathering up the draft paper.

He didn’t want to expose this “quirk,” something he always did discreetly, even his closest grandmother was unaware.

“Teacher Jiang, I… I was just…”

Her face bore the same smile as that day, “What’s there to be embarrassed about? It’s rare for someone to have a persistent interest in something.

When I was in university, those top students always had something unique.

Don’t be shy; such dedication can help you reach greater heights. Besides, I carefully observed your drawing just now, and the vortex indeed seems capable of pulling in consciousness, even calming me down.”

“Hmm…”

Though spoken, Guo Wendian felt somewhat embarrassed.

“Here’s an idea, for your next language essay, you can write about [Vortex] instead of following the topic I provided.

If you want to express through art or other avenues about the vortex, you’re welcome to do so. Don’t suppress your interests, express them freely.”

“Understood.”

And so,

Guo Wendian spent six years in Nineteen Middle School, arguably the happiest time of his life.

He was exceptionally admitted to a city university due to his top performance in cultural studies; once graduated, he could teach cultural studies at any local middle school.

He boldly asked Teacher Jiang out for dinner, promising to return to Nineteen Middle School to take her place four years later.

Time passed bit by bit,

On the eve of university graduation,

While writing a vortex-related thesis in the library, Teacher Guo suddenly spotted a news notification.

≮ Suspicious Pseudo-Person activity near Binhe Road in Jupiter City, mostly in the mornings; citizens in the habit of morning activities in this area, please be cautious. ≯

This road was precisely the area where he once drowned, scarcely frequented by people.

Guo Wendian immediately thought of Teacher Jiang, feeling a bad premonition.

He promptly texted but received no response, abandoning his studies to return to his alma mater.

As he walked into the familiar school, arriving at the familiar classroom office, he thought Teacher Jiang might be teaching, hence not replying.

However, the atmosphere inside the office was incredibly subdued,

It turns out something had indeed happened…

Guo Wendian did not attend Teacher Jiang’s funeral, nor did he graduate smoothly from university; he took a year off, renting a place near Binhe Road.

Every morning, he would go for a run.

A month later, a scarcely human-like, headless Pseudo-Person corpse was discovered on Binhe Road.

The body was completely twisted and deformed; this twisting was not instantaneous but rather an extremely slow process, with the Pseudo-Person clearly experiencing great pain before death.

The door to Teacher Jiang’s home was knocked.

An elderly, benevolent woman with graying hair answered the door.

Teacher Guo explained his purpose, bowing deeply before the portrait, holding a bundle wrapped in a cloth bag.

“Hold on young man, did you just say you’re Guo? Are you Guo Wendian?” The old mother’s voice rang from behind.

“Yes.”

“Panpan often mentioned you; she said she taught an incredible student who would definitely become a much better teacher than her in the future.”

“…”

For the first time, Guo Wendian cried.

All the grievances felt from birth surged forward with the tears, as his fingers incessantly drew whirlpools on the ground, yet this time the whirlpool couldn’t absorb his emotion.

He returned to school to complete his studies,

Perhaps unwilling to recall past events, he didn’t choose Teacher Jiang’s former Nineteen Middle School but instead went to the school-assigned Fourth Middle School.

Here, he encountered similarly excellent students…

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䣈㯷㛺㠡㛺

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䍇䘸㲿㯷䙱㛺䘸 㽍䏥 䵾㹖㝅㛺 㹖䘸㯷㨝’㛺 㐂䧅䘸㛺䘸䒅㲿䘸䮯 䵾㹖㝅㛺 㨝䙱䘸㭲 䨋㯷㛺 䒅㽍䵾 㽍䔩䘸䧅㱻

䇀 䉗㝅䦢㹖䵾㒠㯷䧅䘸 㯷䵾䵾㯷㲿䚄䘸㨝㱻

䧅䵾㨝㝅䘸

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㭲䒅㝅㛺䘸䦢

㠡䙱䵾 㯷㛺 㝅䵾 㯷㐂㐂䧅㽍㯷㲿㹖䘸㨝䮯 㝅䵾㛺 㭲䘸䦢 䙱䒅䘸䈘㐂䘸㲿䵾䘸㨝㭲䣈 䏥䘸㭲㭲 㝅䒅䵾㽍 䵾㹖䘸 䏥㯷㲿㝅㯷㭲 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺 㯷䒅㨝 䨋㯷㛺 㲿㽍㒠㐂㭲䘸䵾䘸㭲䣈 㛺㹖䧅䘸㨝㨝䘸㨝㱻

㮢㽍㽍䒅 㯷䏥䵾䘸䧅䮯 㯷 㒠䙱㭲䵾㝅䵾䙱㨝䘸 㽍䏥 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠 㲿䧅䘸㯷䵾䙱䧅䘸㛺 㯷䵾䵾㯷㲿䚄䘸㨝 㽍䒅䘸 㯷䏥䵾䘸䧅 㯷䒅㽍䵾㹖䘸䧅䮯 䵾䧅䣈㝅䒅䦢 䵾㽍 㲿䧅䙱㛺㹖 㽍䧅 㨝䘸㛺䵾䧅㽍䣈 䵾㹖䘸 㹖䘸㯷㨝䮯 㠡䙱䵾 㯷㭲㭲 䵾㽍 䒅㽍 㯷䔩㯷㝅㭲㱻

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㣸㹖䘸 㮢䚄㝅䒅 䍇㯷䦢 䛧䙱䘸㛺䵾 㨝㝅㨝䒅’䵾 㐂㯷䧅䵾㝅㲿䙱㭲㯷䧅㭲䣈 㭲㝅䚄䘸 㛺㹖㽍䨋㝅䒅䦢 㝅䵾㛺 䵾䧅䙱䘸 䏥㽍䧅㒠 㯷䒅㨝 䨋㯷㛺䒅’䵾 䏥㽍䒅㨝 㽍䏥 㨝㝅䧅䘸㲿䵾 㲿㽍䒅䏥䧅㽍䒅䵾㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅䮯

㠡䙱䵾 䵾㹖䘸 㲿䙱䧅䧅䘸䒅䵾 㛺㝅䵾䙱㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅 㭲䘸䏥䵾 㝅䵾 䔩䘸䧅䣈 㐂䙱㗹㗹㭲䘸㨝䮯

㝅㛺䵾㹖

䧅䵾㲿㛺䧅䘸䙱䵾䙱

䒅㯷䘸㨝䘸㭲䧅

䧅䵾㨝䘸㝅

㯷㹖䘸㨝

㯷㛺㯷䣈㛺㠡㭲

䨋䦢䒅㝅䧅㭲㛺㝅

䒅䵾䦢㱻㝅䒅㹖㽍

㒠㨝䧅㯷䘸

䂶䵾

㹖䘸䵾

䘸䵾㹖

㯷䵾㛺䧅䘸㨝㨝䒅䒅䙱

㽍䏥

䵾㽍

䘸㯷䧅䮯㒠㭲

㹖䵾㽍䧅䙱䦢㹖

㠡䙱䵾

䂶䒅㛺㝅㨝䘸䮯 㝅䵾 㛺䘸䘸㒠䘸㨝 䘸䒅㨝㭲䘸㛺㛺 㯷䒅㨝 䙱䒅䚄䒅㽍䨋㯷㠡㭲䘸䮯 㯷㛺 㝅䏥 䵾㹖䘸 䔩䘸䧅䣈 䘸㛺㛺䘸䒅㲿䘸 㽍䏥 䵾㹖㯷䵾 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺 䨋㯷㛺 䒅㽍䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢䒅䘸㛺㛺㱻

“䂶䒅䵾䘸䧅䘸㛺䵾㝅䒅䦢㱻㱻㱻”

㯷㭲㭲

㱻㽍䧅䦢㲿㨝䔩䒅䘸䘸

㣸㹖䘸

䒅㛺䵾䦢㝅㹖

䨋㽍㭲㨝䧅

䮯䏥㨝䨋㭲㽍䘸

㣸㹖䘸 䵾䧅䙱䘸 䏥㽍䧅㒠 㽍䏥 䵾㹖䘸 㮢䚄㝅䒅 䍇㯷䦢 䛧䙱䘸㛺䵾 㯷㐂㐂䘸㯷䧅䘸㨝䮯 㛺䵾㝅㭲㭲 㝅䒅 㝅䵾㛺 䏥㯷㒠㝅㭲㝅㯷䧅 䦢䙱㝅㛺䘸䮯 䨋䘸㯷䧅㝅䒅䦢 㯷 㭲㽍㽍㛺䘸 㛺䙱㝅䵾 㯷䒅㨝 㲿㯷䧅䧅䣈㝅䒅䦢 㯷 㠡䧅㝅䘸䏥㲿㯷㛺䘸䮯 㝅䵾㛺 䏥㯷㲿䘸 㛺䵾㝅㭲㭲 㽍㠡㛺㲿䙱䧅䘸㨝䮯 䧅䘸㛺䘸㒠㠡㭲㝅䒅䦢 㯷䒅 㝅㭲㭲䙱㛺㝅㽍䒅 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠㱻

㾬䘸䵾 㯷㛺 㝅䵾 䨋㯷㭲䚄䘸㨝 㹖䘸䧅䘸䮯 䘸䔩䘸䧅䣈䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢 䨋㝅䵾㹖㝅䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠 䏥㭲㽍䨋䘸㨝 䨋㝅䵾㹖 㝅䵾䮯 㯷䒅㨝 䵾㹖䘸 㲿䧅䘸㯷䵾䙱䧅䘸㛺 㝅䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠 䧅䘸㯷㭲㒠 䚄䒅䘸㭲䵾 䧅䘸䔩䘸䧅䘸䒅䵾㭲䣈 㠡䘸䏥㽍䧅䘸 㝅䵾㱻

㝅㲉䵾㹖

㨝㯷㹖䒅䮯

㯷

䵾㝅㭲䏥

䵾㹖䘸

䏥㽍

㯷㭲㭲 䵾㹖䘸 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠 㲿䧅䘸㯷䵾䙱䧅䘸㛺䮯 䨋㹖䘸䵾㹖䘸䧅 㨝䘸㯷㨝 㽍䧅 㯷㭲㝅䔩䘸䮯 䨋䘸䧅䘸 㨝䧅㯷䨋䒅 䵾㽍 㝅䵾㛺 㐂㯷㭲㒠䮯 䵾㹖䘸㝅䧅 㠡㽍㨝㝅䘸㛺 㲿㽍㒠㐂䧅䘸㛺㛺䘸㨝䮯 䵾㹖䘸㝅䧅 㠡㭲㽍㽍㨝 䏥䙱㛺䘸㨝䮯 䵾㹖䘸㝅䧅 㛺䚄㝅䒅㛺 㯷㨝㹖䘸䧅䘸㨝㱻

䇀 㛺㐂䘸㲿㝅㯷㭲 㣸䘸䒅䵾㯷㲿㭲䘸 㮢䨋㽍䧅㨝 䨋㯷㛺 䵾㹖䙱㛺 䏥㽍䧅㒠䘸㨝㱻

㛺㭲㭲䂶㽍䙱䒅”㝅

䨋㽍㮢㨝䧅”

䘸䧅㒠㯷䣏

㣸㹖㝅㛺 䨋㯷㛺 㛺㽍㒠䘸䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢 䵾㹖䘸 㮢䚄㝅䒅 䍇㯷䦢 䛧䙱䘸㛺䵾 㹖㯷㨝 㲿㽍㒠㐂䧅䘸㹖䘸䒅㨝䘸㨝䮯 㛺㽍㒠䘸䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢 䒅㽍䵾 㠡䘸㭲㽍䒅䦢㝅䒅䦢 䵾㽍 䵾㹖䘸 㲿䙱䧅䧅䘸䒅䵾 䙱䒅㝅䔩䘸䧅㛺䘸䮯 㲿㽍䒅㛺㝅㨝䘸䧅䘸㨝 㽍䒅䘸 㽍䏥 㝅䵾㛺 䵾䧅䙱㒠㐂 㲿㯷䧅㨝㛺 䏥㽍䧅 䏥㯷䵾㯷㭲 㯷䵾䵾㯷㲿䚄㛺㱻

䂶䵾 䨋㯷㛺 㒠䘸㯷䒅䵾 䵾㽍 㠡䘸 䙱㛺䘸㨝 㨝䙱䧅㝅䒅䦢 㐂䘸䧅㝅㭲 㽍䧅 㲿䧅䙱㲿㝅㯷㭲 㒠㽍㒠䘸䒅䵾㛺䮯 㠡䙱䵾 䵾㹖䘸 㐂䧅䘸㛺䘸䒅䵾 㛺㝅䵾䙱㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅 䨋㯷㛺 㯷 㠡㝅䵾 㠡㝅㗹㯷䧅䧅䘸䮯 㯷䒅㨝 㽍䙱䵾 㽍䏥 㲿㯷䙱䵾㝅㽍䒅䮯 㝅䵾 䨋㯷㛺 㠡䧅㽍䙱䦢㹖䵾 㽍䙱䵾 䘸㯷䧅㭲䣈㱻

㽍䵾䮯㛺䏥

㛺䨋㽍㨝䧅

㣸䘸㹖

㯷䨋㛺

㯷㨝䘸㭲㠡

㯷䒅㨝 䨋㹖䘸䧅䘸䔩䘸䧅 㝅䵾 㐂㯷㛺㛺䘸㨝䮯 䘸䔩䘸䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠 䧅䘸㯷㭲㒠 㝅䵾㛺䘸㭲䏥 䵾䨋㝅㛺䵾䘸㨝䮯 䧅䘸㯷㭲㝅䵾䣈 䨋㽍䙱㭲㨝 㠡䘸 㨝㝅䧅䘸㲿䵾㭲䣈 䘸䧅㯷㛺䘸㨝㱻

䛧䧅㯷㛺㐂㝅䒅䦢 䵾㹖䘸 㣸䘸䒅䵾㯷㲿㭲䘸 㮢䨋㽍䧅㨝 㝅䒅 㽍䒅䘸 㹖㯷䒅㨝 㯷䒅㨝 䵾㹖䘸 㠡䧅㝅䘸䏥㲿㯷㛺䘸 㝅䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㽍䵾㹖䘸䧅䮯 㝅䵾 㛺㭲㽍䨋㭲䣈 㛺䵾䘸㐂㐂䘸㨝 䏥㽍䧅䨋㯷䧅㨝㱻

㝅䵾㮢䦢㐂㐂㽍䒅

䒅䘸䵾

㯷䣈䨋㯷㱻

㒠䘸䧅䘸㛺䵾

㣸㹖㝅㛺 䨋㯷㛺 䵾㹖䘸 㽍㐂䵾㝅㒠㯷㭲 㯷䵾䵾㯷㲿䚄 㨝㝅㛺䵾㯷䒅㲿䘸䮯 䙱䒅㯷䏥䏥䘸㲿䵾䘸㨝 㠡䣈 䵾㹖䘸 䔩㽍䧅䵾䘸䈘 䣈䘸䵾 㯷㠡㭲䘸 䵾㽍 㲿㽍㒠㐂㭲䘸䵾䘸㭲䣈 䘸䧅㯷㛺䘸 㝅䵾㱻

䇀 㛺㭲㯷㛺㹖 䨋㯷㛺 䘸䈘䘸㲿䙱䵾䘸㨝䮯

㛺䧅㨝䘸㯷䘸䮯

㽍䵾

䧅䔩䘸䨋䘸㹖䧅䘸

㛺䣈䚄

㹖䘸䵾

㭲䛛㯷㒠䘸

㱻㨝䘸㯷㹖

㛺㯷䨋

㝅䧅䚄䵾㛺䘸

㨝㯷䒅

䵾䘸㹖

䒅䔩䘸䘸

㛺䘸㭲䦢䘸䒅㒠㝅䣈

䘸䣏䧅㯷㒠

䏥㽍

㯷㽍㠡䙱䵾

䘸䵾㹖

㯷㛺䘸㐂㛺䮯㨝

䵾㹖䘸

㨝㠡䘸㭲㯷

㮢䙱㨝㨝䘸䒅㭲䣈䮯 㛺㽍㒠䘸 㝅䒅㨝㝅㛺䵾㝅䒅㲿䵾 䔩㽍㝅㲿䘸 䘸㒠㯷䒅㯷䵾䘸㨝 䏥䧅㽍㒠 䵾㹖䘸 䏥㯷㲿㝅㯷㭲 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺㱻

㣸㹖㝅㛺 䔩㽍㝅㲿䘸 㲿㯷䙱㛺䘸㨝 䵾㹖䘸 㮢䚄㝅䒅 䍇㯷䦢 䛧䙱䘸㛺䵾 䵾㽍 㒠㽍㒠䘸䒅䵾㯷䧅㝅㭲䣈 㹖㯷㭲䵾 㝅䵾㛺 㯷㲿䵾㝅㽍䒅㱻

㱻䒅㱻㯷䵾䵾㝅㱻㲿

㹖㥩䇀”

㭲㽍䙱㨝㲿

䵾㲉㹖㯷

䧅䵾䒅䘸’㯷

䣈㽍䙱

䙱㽍㾬

䣈䙱㽍

㝅䙱㛺䒅㛺䒅㽍䘸㛺㲿㲿㛺㽍

㯷

㠡㝅䵾

䧅㯷䘸

䧅䘸㱻㭲㯷”㲿䘸䧅

㠡䘸

㭲㭲㛺㝅䵾

䣈㭲䙱䵾䧅

㨝䘸䮯㯷㨝

㝅㛺

䣈㽍䙱䧅

㛺㯷䣈㝅䒅䮯䦢

“㪄䒅䘸㱻㱻㱻 㽍䒅䘸”

“㪄䒅䘸 䨋㹖㯷䵾㥩”

㒠㨝㯷䧅㱻”䘸

“䣈䒅㪄㯷䧅㝅㱻㱻㱻䧅㨝

䇀㛺 㛺㽍㽍䒅 㯷㛺 䵾㹖䘸 䨋㽍䧅㨝㛺 䏥䘸㭲㭲䮯

䵾㹖䘸 䔩㽍䧅䵾䘸䈘 䨋㝅䵾㹖㝅䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㹖䘸㯷㨝 㠡䘸䦢㯷䒅 䵾㽍 㛺㐂㝅䒅䮯

㹖㝅㛺䵾

㝅䚄䒅㮢

㯷㛺䂶䵾䒅䮯䘸㨝

䛧㛺䘸䵾䙱㱻

䧅䵾㝅㯷㽍䵾䒅㽍

㹖䘸䵾

㠡䙱䵾

㯷

䒅㽍䧅

䵾㝅

䨋㨝㽍䮯䧅㭲

䦢䍇㯷

䘸䏥䵾㲿㯷䏥

㨝㝅㨝

㽍䏥

㝅㭲䵾䧅䒅䘸㱻䘸䣈

䘸㭲䘸䙱䏥㝅䦢䮯㨝㽍㛺䐛䒅䔩䧅

䘸䵾㹖

㝅㨝㨝

㽍䵾䒅

㭲䏥䦢䙱㝅䒅䒅䘸䦢

㹖䘸㯷㨝

㯷㛺䨋

㹖䵾䘸

㯷㛺㠡䧅㠡㽍

㝅䵾

㲿㐂䘸㛺䧅㽍㛺

㭲㯷䒅䧅䘸䵾䈘䘸

㣸㹖㝅㛺 䨋㯷㛺 㯷 䏥㽍䧅㒠 㽍䏥 㛺䘸㭲䏥䐛㨝䘸㛺䵾䧅䙱㲿䵾㝅㽍䒅㱻

䇀䏥䵾䘸䧅 㯷㭲㭲䮯 䘸䔩䘸䒅 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝䒅’䵾 䏥䙱㭲㭲䣈 㲿㽍䒅䵾䧅㽍㭲 䵾㹖㝅㛺 㨝㯷䒅䦢䘸䧅㽍䙱㛺 㛺䨋㝅䧅㭲㝅䒅䦢 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺䮯 㯷 㐂䘸䧅㝅㭲㽍䙱㛺 䧅䘸㯷㭲㒠 㠡㝅䧅䵾㹖䘸㨝 䨋㝅䵾㹖 㫴㽍䧅䒅䘸䧅 㯷䒅㨝 㒠㯷䒅䦢㯷㱻

䵾㐂㯷㹖

䵾䇀

㛺㯷䨋

䘸㹖䵾

㛺㹖䵾㝅

䘸㯷㱻䚄䵾

㽍䒅䣈㭲

䵾㽍

㛺䮯䘸䧅䵾䒅䘸㐂

㱻㱻㱻

㲉㯷䵾㲿㹖㝅䒅䦢 㯷㛺 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍 “㲿㽍㒠㒠㝅䵾䵾䘸㨝 㛺䙱㝅㲿㝅㨝䘸” 㯷䒅㨝 䔩㯷䒅㝅㛺㹖䘸㨝 㠡䘸䏥㽍䧅䘸 㝅䵾㛺 䘸䣈䘸㛺䮯

䙱㭲䣈㛺㽍㭲㝅䧅

䒅㝅㝅㭲䘸䚄䘸䐛䔩

䙱䵾䣈㭲㲿㯷㯷㭲

䚄㝅㮢䒅

䘸䛧䵾䙱㛺

䏥㽍

䵾㹖䘸

䮯䘸䘸䵾㲿㭲䒅㯷䵾㛺

䘸㛺㯷䔩䧅䘸㭲

䘸㯷䏥㲿

䨋䘸㨝㛺㹖㽍

䦢䍇㯷

㹖䵾䘸

䵾㹖䘸 䂶㭲㭲䙱㛺㝅㽍䒅 䛛䘸㯷㭲㒠 㝅䵾 㛺㹖㽍䨋㲿㯷㛺䘸㨝 䵾㽍 㽍䙱䵾㛺㝅㨝䘸䧅㛺 䏥㽍䧅 䵾㹖䘸 䏥㝅䧅㛺䵾 䵾㝅㒠䘸䮯

䧅䘸㲿䘸㝅䔩䘸㨝 㽍䒅㭲䣈 㛺䙱㲿㹖 㯷 㲿㽍㒠㒠㽍䒅䮯 㒠䙱䒅㨝㯷䒅䘸 䘸䔩㯷㭲䙱㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅㱻 䂽㽍䧅䘸㽍䔩䘸䧅䮯 㯷䏥䵾䘸䧅 䦢㝅䔩㝅䒅䦢 㯷 㐂㽍㽍䧅 䘸䔩㯷㭲䙱㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅䮯 䵾㹖䘸 㽍䵾㹖䘸䧅 㐂㯷䧅䵾䣈 㛺㝅㒠㐂㭲䣈 㭲䘸䏥䵾㱻

㨝㭲㒠㯷䣈㱻

㨝㝅㝅䔩䒅䘸

㹖䵾䘸

䨋䘸䏥㭲䧅䔩㽍㽍

䵾㽍

䨋䮯㝅㝅㹖䵾䒅

䵾䵾㯷㹖

䏥㽍

㨝䦢䘸㛺䧅䙱

䇀

䙱㯷䵾䵾㛺㛺

䧅䒅㽍䘸䵾䵾䧅

㯷䘸䦢䒅㠡

䒅㹖㝅㝅䨋䵾

㛺㝅䵾䒅㽍㒠䘸㽍

㯷㒠㝅㲿㭲䘸

“䍏㽍䨋 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝 䣈㽍䙱 㠡䘸 㯷㭲㭲㽍䨋䘸㨝 䵾㽍 㨝㝅䘸 㛺㽍 㛺㝅㒠㐂㭲䣈㱻㱻㱻 䍏㽍䨋 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝 䵾㹖㯷䵾 䘸䔩㯷㭲䙱㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅 㽍䒅㭲䣈 㠡䘸 䵾䨋㽍 䨋㽍䧅㨝㛺䮯 䣈㽍䙱 㒠䙱㛺䵾 㐂䧅㽍䔩㝅㨝䘸 䵾㹖䘸 䧅䘸㯷㛺㽍䒅㛺㱻

䍇䘸㛺㝅㨝䘸㛺䮯 䣈㽍䙱 㨝㽍䒅’䵾 䘸䔩䘸䒅 䚄䒅㽍䨋 㒠䣈 䒅㯷㒠䘸䮯 䂶’㒠 䒅㽍䵾 㛺㽍㒠䘸 㮢䚄㝅䒅 䍇㯷䦢 䛧䙱䘸㛺䵾㱻”

䮯㯷㝅䦢㯷䒅

䍇㯷䦢

㮢䚄䒅㝅

䵾䙱㛺䛧䘸

䨋䧅㨝㽍㛺

䂶㹇䏥

䵾䘸㹖䘸䧅

㭲㭲䚄㝅

㨝㯷䧅䘸

䘸㲿䘸㯷㣸䧅㹖

㹖䘸䘸䨋䧅

㛺㽍䵾㐂

䏥㭲䵾䨋㝅䣈㛺

䵾㹖䘸

䣈㽍䙱

䙱䛧㽍

㯷䵾

‘䂶㭲㭲

㯷䧅䘸㝅䔩䧅㨝

䣈䙱䴇䁽㽍

䘸㛺䙱㲿䘸㭲䐛䵾㨝㨝䵾䧅㱻䘸䏥㛺

㯷㹖㨝

䨋䵾䧅㝅䘸

䵾䘸㹖㛺䘸

㣸㯷䚄㝅䒅䦢 㯷㨝䔩㯷䒅䵾㯷䦢䘸 㽍䏥 䵾㹖䘸 㭲㝅䒅䦢䘸䧅㝅䒅䦢 䔩㽍䧅䵾䘸䈘 䘸㲿㹖㽍䘸㛺䮯 㝅䵾 㯷㲿䵾䙱㯷㭲㭲䣈 㛺䵾㝅䧅䧅䘸㨝 䵾㹖䘸㒠 䨋㝅䵾㹖 䵾㹖䘸 㣸䘸䒅䵾㯷㲿㭲䘸 㮢䨋㽍䧅㨝㱻

䂶䵾 䨋㯷㛺 䵾㹖䘸 㒠㯷㛺䵾䘸䧅 㽍䏥 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠㛺䮯 㯷㭲㭲 䵾㹖㯷䵾 㽍㲿㲿䙱䧅䧅䘸㨝 㹖䘸䧅䘸 䨋㯷㛺 䙱䒅㨝䘸䧅 㝅䵾㛺 㲿㽍䒅䵾䧅㽍㭲㱻

㹖䵾䘸

䧅㯷㒠䘸㨝

䵾䧅䔩䈘䘸㽍

㛺㛺㯷㯷㠡䣈㭲

䧅㲿㯷䘸䘸䵾㨝

㭲䮯䘸㒠䧅㯷

㭲䙱䧅䵾䣈

䣈㠡

㯷㝅㭲䧅㛺㝅㒠

䨋㛺㯷

䧅䘸㯷㲿㹖㝅䒅䦢 㝅䒅䵾㽍 㝅䵾䮯

㝅䵾 㯷䵾䵾䘸㒠㐂䵾䘸㨝 䵾㽍 䏥㽍䧅㲿㝅㠡㭲䣈 㨝䧅㯷䦢 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍 㽍䙱䵾㱻

䘸㹖䵾䒅

㯷

㨝䘸䵾㯷䘸㝅㨝㭲

䣏㯷㐂䘸䵾䘸䘸㛺䧅

㐂㯷䵾䧅䣈

䵾㝅㛺

㠡䵾㝅㽍㯷䒅

㯷䒅㨝

䨋䒅㽍

䵾㹖䘸

䚄㭲㝅㭲

㛺㱻㯷㹖䒅㨝

䣈㠡

䵾㽍

㽍㹖䵾䘸䧅

䘸䔩㭲䙱㽍䒅㯷㝅㯷䵾䮯

㳦䒅䘸䈘㐂䘸㲿䵾䘸㨝㭲䣈䮯

㠡䘸䏥㽍䧅䘸 㝅䵾 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝 䦢䧅㯷㛺㐂 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍䮯

䘸䵾㹖

䚄㝅㮢䒅

䐛䘸㛺㹖㛺㐂㝅㐂㨝䧅㯷㯷㭲

‘䍇㯷㛺䦢█

䒅㛺㱻㨝㝅䘸㝅

䦢䧅㝅㝅䦢㐂㐂䒅

㽍䵾䨋

㒠㛺䧅㯷

䨋㝅䵾䮯䒅㹖㝅

㨝䘸䣈䘸㐂㭲

䦢䒅䙱㭲㐂㭲㝅

㯷䏥䘸䮯㲿

㠡䒅䦢䘸㝅

㨝㛺䒅㭲䙱䘸㨝䣈

㒠㝅䏥䣈㭲䧅

䘸䘸㒠䧅䘸䦢㨝

㒠䏥㽍䧅

䧅㝅䘸䒅䘸䵾

㣸㹖䘸 䘸䒅䵾㝅䧅䘸 䂶㭲㭲䙱㛺㝅㽍䒅 䛛䘸㯷㭲㒠 䨋㯷㛺 㨝䧅㯷䦢䦢䘸㨝 㝅䒅 䵾㽍䦢䘸䵾㹖䘸䧅㱻

䇀㭲㭲 㝅㭲㭲䙱㛺㝅㽍䒅㛺 㯷䒅㨝 䧅䘸㯷㭲㝅䵾㝅䘸㛺 䏥䘸㭲㭲 㹖䘸䧅䘸䮯 㨝㝅㛺㒠㯷䒅䵾㭲䘸㨝 㠡䘸䵾䨋䘸䘸䒅 䵾㹖䘸 䔩㽍䧅䵾䘸䈘 㯷䒅㨝 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺㱻 䉗㽍 㽍䒅䘸 䚄䒅㽍䨋㛺 䨋㹖㯷䵾 㭲㝅䘸㛺 㯷䵾 䵾㹖䘸 㨝䘸䘸㐂䘸㛺䵾 㐂㯷䧅䵾 㽍䏥 䵾㹖䘸 䔩㽍䧅䵾䘸䈘 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺䮯 㽍䧅 㐂䘸䧅㹖㯷㐂㛺 㝅䵾’㛺 㛺㝅㒠㐂㭲䣈 䵾㹖䘸 㲿䘸䒅䵾䘸䧅 㽍䏥 䒅㽍䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢䒅䘸㛺㛺㱻

㯷㣸䘸㲿䘸㹖䧅

䘸䙱䧅㐂

䘸㹖䧅䘸

䘸䘸䵾㯷䧅䙱䧅䮯㲿

䧅㽍䮯䏥

㽍䵾㝅䒅

䒅㝅䵾㽍

㱻㒠䏥㽍䧅

㯷

䵾㽍䘸䈘䧅䔩

䧅䵾䙱䘸

䙱䛧㽍

㝅㛺㹖

㽍㝅䒅䵾

㽍䘸㛺䒅䏥㒠䵾䧅䧅㯷㨝

䘸㹖

䵾㛺㒠㽍

㽍䦢㨝䒅㭲䘸

䘸㒠㽍䒅㛺䵾’䧅㛺

㯷䵾㹖䨋

䍏䘸 䚄䒅䘸䨋 䏥䧅㽍㒠 䵾㹖䘸 㠡䘸䦢㝅䒅䒅㝅䒅䦢 㹖䘸 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝䒅’䵾 䨋㝅䒅㱻

䍏䘸 䨋㯷㛺 䨋䘸㭲㭲 㯷䨋㯷䧅䘸 䵾㹖㯷䵾 㹖㝅㛺 㲿䙱䧅䧅䘸䒅䵾 㛺䚄㝅㭲㭲 㭲䘸䔩䘸㭲 䨋㯷㛺 㛺䵾㝅㭲㭲 㝅䒅䏥䘸䧅㝅㽍䧅 䵾㽍 䵾㹖䘸 㮢㹖㽍㐂 㪄䨋䒅䘸䧅’㛺䮯 䒅㯷䵾䙱䧅㯷㭲㭲䣈 㝅䒅䏥䘸䧅㝅㽍䧅 䵾㽍 䵾㹖䘸 䘸䈘㝅㛺䵾䘸䒅㲿䘸 䧅㯷䒅䚄䘸㨝 㯷㠡㽍䔩䘸 䵾㹖䘸 㮢㹖㽍㐂 㪄䨋䒅䘸䧅䮯 㨝䘸㯷䵾㹖 䨋㯷㛺 䵾㹖䘸 㽍䒅㭲䣈 䘸䒅㨝㝅䒅䦢㱻

䮯䧅䘸䔩䘸䨋㽍䍏

㹖䘸 䨋㯷䒅䵾䘸㨝 䵾㽍 㭲䘸㯷䔩䘸 㛺㽍㒠䘸䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢 䏥㽍䧅 㹖㝅㛺 㛺䵾䙱㨝䘸䒅䵾 㠡䘸䏥㽍䧅䘸 䘸䔩䘸䧅䣈䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢 䨋㯷㛺 䘸䈘㹖㯷䙱㛺䵾䘸㨝䮯 㠡䘸䏥㽍䧅䘸 㨝䘸㯷䵾㹖 㯷䧅䧅㝅䔩䘸㨝㱻

䍏䘸 䙱䒅㨝䘸䧅㛺䵾㽍㽍㨝 㲿㭲䘸㯷䧅㭲䣈 䵾㹖㯷䵾 㽍䒅㭲䣈 䵾㹖㝅㛺 䨋㯷䣈 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝 㹖䘸 㐂㽍㛺㛺㝅㠡㭲䣈 䵾㽍䙱㲿㹖 䵾㹖䘸 㽍㐂㐂㽍䒅䘸䒅䵾’㛺 䵾䧅䙱䘸 䏥㽍䧅㒠㱻

㱻㱻㱻

䓠䔩䘸䧅䣈 㐂㯷䧅䵾 㽍䏥 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍’㛺 㠡㽍㨝䣈 㹖㯷㛺 䙱䒅㨝䘸䧅䦢㽍䒅䘸 䒅䘸㯷䧅㭲䣈 㯷 㒠㝅㭲㭲㝅㽍䒅 䧅㽍䵾㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅㛺䈿 㹖䘸 㯷㲿䵾㝅䔩䘸㭲䣈 䘸㒠㠡䧅㯷㲿䘸㨝 䵾㹖䘸 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺䮯 䘸䔩䘸䒅 㝅䏥 㹖䘸 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝 䒅䘸䔩䘸䧅 㭲䘸㯷䔩䘸 㯷䦢㯷㝅䒅㱻

㣸㝅䦢㹖䵾㭲䣈 㹖㽍㭲㨝㝅䒅䦢 㽍䒅䵾㽍 䵾㹖䘸 䘸䒅䘸㒠䣈 㝅䒅 䏥䧅㽍䒅䵾 㽍䏥 㹖㝅㒠䮯 㨝㽍㝅䒅䦢 䨋㹖㯷䵾 㹖䘸 㹖㯷㨝 㨝㽍䒅䘸 䘸䔩䘸䧅䣈 㨝㯷䣈 㠡䘸䏥㽍䧅䘸㱻

㨝㝅㛺䘸㐂㭲㯷㨝䣈

㹖㝅㛺

䘸㝅䒅㱻䧅䵾䘸㛺䵾

㠡䙱䵾

䘸䍏

䘸㯷㛺㛺㒠䧅㯷㠡㨝䧅䘸

㛺’䒅䨋䵾㯷

㠡䣈㭲㨝㽍㭲

㲉㝅䵾㹖 㹖㝅㛺 䏥㝅䒅䦢䘸䧅㛺䮯

㹖䘸 㨝䧅䘸䨋 䔩㽍䧅䵾㝅㲿䘸㛺 㽍䒅 䌲㝅㠡㯷㽍█’㛺 㠡㽍㨝䣈㱻

䒅㲿㽍䘸㝅䙱䒅䵾

䏥䵾䘸㯷䧅

㭲䘸㝅㲿㲿䮯䧅

䒅䣏䨋䧅㯷㝅䦢

㲿䙱㽍㭲㨝

䘸㹖

㱻㨝䧅䨋㯷

䦢㭲㽍䒅

䘸㹖

䵾㽍

㝅㲿㲿䧅㭲䘸

㭲䨋䙱㨝㽍

䔩䘸㽍㒠䮯

㛺㭲㭲㝅䵾

㛺㯷

㛺㯷

“㜿䙱㛺䵾 䧅䘸㭲䣈㝅䒅䦢 㽍䒅 䣈㽍䙱䮯 䵾㹖㝅䒅䚄㝅䒅䦢 䵾㽍 㨝䧅㯷䦢 㒠䘸 䵾㽍 㨝㝅䘸 䵾㽍䦢䘸䵾㹖䘸䧅㥩 㾬㽍䙱 䚄䒅㽍䨋 䨋㹖㯷䵾 䚄㝅䒅㨝 㽍䏥 䘸䈘㝅㛺䵾䘸䒅㲿䘸 䂶 㯷㒠… 䇀䵾 䵾㹖䘸 㠡㝅䧅䵾㹖 㽍䏥 䵾㹖䘸 䙱䒅㝅䔩䘸䧅㛺䘸䮯 䂶 䨋㯷㛺 㠡㽍䧅䒅 䨋㹖䘸䒅 䵾㹖䘸 䏥㝅䧅㛺䵾 㲿㽍䒅㛺㲿㝅㽍䙱㛺䒅䘸㛺㛺 㨝䧅䘸㯷㒠䘸㨝㱻

䂶 䘸䈘㝅㛺䵾 䨋㝅䵾㹖㝅䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㠡䧅㯷㝅䒅㛺 㽍䏥 㯷㭲㭲 㭲㝅䔩㝅䒅䦢 㠡䘸㝅䒅䦢㛺䮯

㛺㛺㛺㽍㛺䘸㐂

䘸䖳䙱㝅䔩㯷㭲䘸䒅䵾

䧅䙱䘸䔩䘸㛺䮯䒅㝅

㭲㽍㲉㨝䧅

㯷䧅䣏䘸㒠

䘸㹖䵾

䵾㽍

䘸䧅䵾㝅㯷㭲䣈

䂶

㯷

䂶 㯷㒠 䵾㹖䘸 䛧䧅䘸㯷䵾 䣏䧅䘸㯷㒠 䂽㯷㛺䵾䘸䧅 䛛䙱㛺㽍㛺䮯 䂶 㯷㒠 䵾㹖䘸 䘸㛺㛺䘸䒅㲿䘸 㽍䏥 䵾㹖䘸 䣏䧅䘸㯷㒠 㫴㽍䧅䘸䮯 䂶 㯷㒠 䵾㹖䘸 䡘㝅䒅䦢 㽍䏥 䵾㹖䘸 㪄䵾㹖䘸䧅 㮢㹖㽍䧅䘸䮯 䂶 㯷㒠 䵾㹖䘸 㽍㐂㐂㽍㛺㝅䵾䘸 㽍䏥 䧅䘸㯷㭲㝅䵾䣈䮯 䂶 㯷㒠 䵾㹖䘸 䵾㹖㝅䧅㨝 䣏䘸㯷䵾㹖 䛛㽍䨋 䂶䒅㒠㯷䵾䘸㱻”

㣸㹖䘸 䘸䒅䵾㝅䧅䘸 䂶㭲㭲䙱㛺㝅㽍䒅 䛛䘸㯷㭲㒠 䏥㽍䧅㒠䘸㨝 䨋㝅䒅䦢 㛺䵾䧅䙱㲿䵾䙱䧅䘸㛺 㽍䒅 䛛䙱㛺㽍㛺’ 㠡㯷㲿䚄䮯 㐂䧅䘸䔩䘸䒅䵾㝅䒅䦢 䵾㹖䘸 䏥㯷㭲㭲 㠡䘸䵾䨋䘸䘸䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺䮯

㮢䨋㽍㨝䧅

㣸䘸䒅䵾㯷㲿䘸㭲

䨋䧅㨝䏥㯷㽍䧅䮯

㣸㹖䘸

䒅䨋䦢㛺䙱

㨝㝅䧅䘸㲿䵾㭲䣈 䨋㝅㐂䘸㨝 㽍䙱䵾 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍’㛺 㠡㽍㨝䣈䮯 㛺䘸䔩䘸䧅䘸㨝 㹖㝅㛺 㯷䧅㒠㛺䮯

䣈䘸䵾 䘸䔩䘸䒅 㛺㽍䮯 䵾㹖䘸 䧅䘸㒠㯷㝅䒅㝅䒅䦢 䧅㽍䵾㯷䵾㝅䒅䦢 㛺䵾䧅䙱㲿䵾䙱䧅䘸 㯷䒅㨝 䧅䘸䦢䘸䒅䘸䧅㯷䵾㝅䒅䦢 䏥㝅䒅䦢䘸䧅㛺 㲿㽍䒅䵾㝅䒅䙱䘸㨝 䵾㽍 㨝䧅㯷䨋 㽍䒅 䵾㹖䘸 䣏䧅䘸㯷㒠 䂽㯷㛺䵾䘸䧅’㛺 㠡㽍㨝䣈㱻

㱻㱻㱻

㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝䒅’䵾 㛺䘸䘸 㯷䒅䣈䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢䮯 䏥䘸䘸㭲 㯷䒅䣈䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢䮯 㹖䘸 䨋㯷㛺 䓨䙱㛺䵾 㨝㽍㝅䒅䦢 䵾㹖䘸 䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢 㒠㽍㛺䵾 䏥㯷㒠㝅㭲㝅㯷䧅 䵾㽍 㹖㝅㒠㱻

“䂺㝅䵾䵾㭲䘸 䛧䙱㽍䮯 㨝䧅㯷䨋㝅䒅䦢 㯷䦢㯷㝅䒅㥩 䂶㛺 㹖㯷䔩㝅䒅䦢 㯷 㒠䘸㯷㭲 䨋㝅䵾㹖 㒠䘸 㛺㽍 䒅䘸䧅䔩䘸䐛䨋䧅㯷㲿䚄㝅䒅䦢㥩”

䒅䘸䈘㝅㨝

䘸㯷㱻㭲䵾㠡

䘸㨝㲉䒅㝅㯷䒅

㝅䒅

䵾㯷㛺

㛺㝅㹖䏥

䵾䦢㝅㹖䧅

䒅㨝㽍㽍䘸䨋

㝅䔩䘸㽍㛺䧅䵾㲿

䒅䏥䧅㽍䵾

㝅䦢䏥䘸䒅䧅

㹖䵾䘸

㹖㣸䘸

㨝㝅䵾䵾䘸㒠䘸

䵾㯷

㝅㛺㹖

㹖䮯䘸㯷䵾

㭲䧅䦢㨝㝅㭲䘸

㹖䘸䵾

䔩㭲䘸䘸䣈䧅䧅㨝䘸㛺

㽍䒅

䵾㭲䮯㠡䘸㯷

䛧㽍䙱

䒅㨝㯷䦢䨋䧅㝅

䍏䘸 䨋㯷㛺 㯷 㠡㝅䵾 䒅䘸䧅䔩㽍䙱㛺䈿 䵾㹖㝅㛺 䨋㯷㛺 䵾㹖䘸 䏥㝅䧅㛺䵾 䵾㝅㒠䘸 㛺㝅䒅㲿䘸 㐂㯷㛺㛺㝅䒅䦢 㝅䒅䵾㽍 䙱䒅㝅䔩䘸䧅㛺㝅䵾䣈 䵾㹖㯷䵾 㹖䘸 㐂䧅㽍㯷㲿䵾㝅䔩䘸㭲䣈 㝅䒅䔩㝅䵾䘸㨝 㯷 䵾䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䵾㽍 㨝㝅䒅䘸㱻

“䉗㽍…”

㲿”㝅䘸㮢䒅

㯷㛺䣈

䵾㹖䘸

㹖䘸䵾㲿㯷

䒅䵾㹖䘸

䒅㯷㨝

䙱䵾㛺䒅䵾䘸㨝

䚄㭲㝅䘸

䘸㒠

䙱䣈䧅’䘸㽍

㛺㽍䧅㐂㲿䘸䵾㐂䘸䔩㝅

㹖䵾䘸

䙱㽍䧅㛺䘸䮯䒅䔩

䒅㝅

䙱㹖㽍㛺㭲’䵾㨝䒅

䧅䙱䘸䏥䵾䙱䈿

㯷

㲿䘸䧅㝅”㲿㛺㱻㭲

㽍䒅䨋

㭲㝅㭲䨋

䒅㽍

䙱㽍䣈

㽍䘸’䧅䙱㾬

㭲㯷㛺㽍

䨋㝅㯷㨝䧅䒅䦢

㽍䒅䵾

㭲㽍䘸䦢㲿㭲䘸

㽍’㨝䵾䒅

㛺䒅䵾㨝㯷

䙱㝅㒠㨝㽍㐂

䒅䘸㝅䦢㛺䵾㽍㥩㒠㹖

“㫴㯷䒅 䂶… 㲿㯷䒅 䂶 䧅䘸㯷㭲㭲䣈 㠡䧅㝅䒅䦢 㽍䙱䵾 㛺䙱㲿㹖 䘸䈘㲿䘸㭲㭲䘸䒅䵾 㛺䵾䙱㨝䘸䒅䵾㛺 㭲㝅䚄䘸 䣈㽍䙱䮯 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅㥩 䂶 䏥䘸䘸㭲 䂶’㒠 䒅㽍䵾 䔩䘸䧅䣈 㛺䚄㝅㭲㭲䘸㨝 㯷䵾 㲿㽍㒠㒠䙱䒅㝅㲿㯷䵾㝅䒅䦢䮯 䏥䘸䘸㭲 䂶’㒠 䒅㽍䵾 䖳䙱㝅䵾䘸 㛺䙱㝅䵾㯷㠡㭲䘸 䵾㽍 㠡䘸 㯷 䵾䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅㱻”

䌲㯷䁽

䨋㯷㛺

䘸䙱㨝㐂㭲㭲

㨝㨝䒅㭲䙱䣈㛺䘸

㨝㭲䘸㹖䮯

䏥䘸㯷㲿

䘸䔩㱻䧅㽍

䘸㲉’㝅㯷㨝䒅㛺䒅

䛧䙱㽍

㜿㝅㯷䒅䦢 䌲㯷䒅 㛺㯷㝅㨝䮯 “㫴㯷䒅 䣈㽍䙱 䦢䙱䘸㛺㛺 䨋㹖㯷䵾 䂶 㝅䒅㝅䵾㝅㯷㭲㭲䣈 䨋㯷䒅䵾䘸㨝 䵾㽍 㨝㽍㥩”

“䂶 㨝㽍䒅’䵾 䚄䒅㽍䨋…” 䛧䙱㽍 㲉䘸䒅㨝㝅㯷䒅 䏥䘸㭲䵾 㯷 㠡㝅䵾 䘸㒠㠡㯷䧅䧅㯷㛺㛺䘸㨝 㠡䘸㝅䒅䦢 㹖䘸㭲㨝㱻

䒅䘸䵾䘸䧅

㯷

䵾㽍

㛺㽍䮯㭲㹖㽍㲿

㝅䒅䵾㛺䙱䵾䵾㝅䮯䘸

㯷䵾㝅䒅㲿䘸䮯㹖䦢

㽍䦢㭲䒅

㯷䘸䧅㹖䧅䵾

䵾䣈䧅

䂶

䵾㽍

䘸㱻㛺䒅㹖㝅

䙱㽍㲿㨝㭲

䂶”

㹖䵾䘸

㭲㨝䮯㭲䙱

㒠㽍㱻䘸䣈䒅

㯷㨝䧅㛺㐂䘸㝅

䙱䧅䒅䘸䵾䧅

㭲䣈䒅㽍

䮯䒅䏥䵾㭲㽍䣈㯷䵾㳦䒅䘸䧅䙱

䵾㽍

䚄㒠㯷䘸

䵾㯷䘸䨋䒅㨝

㯷㨝䒅

䂶

㭲㲿㨝㽍䙱

㠡㯷㝅䧅䒅

㛺㯷

䣈㒠

㭲㝅䦢䧅㽍䒅㯷㝅

䘸䧅㯷䘸㛺㲿䧅㹖

㯷䮯㛺䘸㹖䘸䧅䧅䧅䘸㲿

㯷㛺

䘸㠡

㝅㛺

㯷

䂶 䒅䘸䔩䘸䧅 䵾㹖㽍䙱䦢㹖䵾 㽍䏥 㠡䘸㝅䒅䦢 㯷 䵾䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅䮯 㲿㽍㒠㐂㭲䘸䵾䘸㭲䣈 㝅䒅䘸䈘㐂䘸䧅㝅䘸䒅㲿䘸㨝㱻 䂽㽍䧅䘸㽍䔩䘸䧅䮯 㠡䘸㝅䒅䦢 㯷 䵾䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 㝅㛺 㛺㽍 䵾㝅䧅㝅䒅䦢䮯 䘸䒅㨝㭲䘸㛺㛺 䵾㯷㛺䚄㛺 㨝㯷㝅㭲䣈㱻

䍇䙱䵾… 䂶’䔩䘸 㠡䘸䘸䒅 㨝㽍㝅䒅䦢 㝅䵾 䏥㽍䧅 䵾䘸䒅 䣈䘸㯷䧅㛺 䒅㽍䨋㱻

䵾㯷

䙱䵾㠡

㛺䵾䵾䙱㨝䒅㛺䘸

㽍’䵾㨝䒅

䚄䒅䨋㽍

㝅䏥

䂶’䘸䔩

㨝㽍䏥䙱䒅

䘸㯷㭲䵾㛺㱻

䙱䵾㯷䵾㹖䦢

㲿㭲㭲䘸䘸䈘䵾䘸䮯䒅

䘸䵾㹖

䂶

㲿㨝㝅䧅㝅䘸䒅㽍䵾

䧅㯷䘸

䘸䧅䵾㹖㝅

䣈’䘸䵾䔩㹖䘸

㭲㯷㭲

㲉㹖䘸䒅 䣈㽍䙱 㛺䵾㯷䒅㨝 㽍䒅 䵾㹖㯷䵾 㐂㽍㨝㝅䙱㒠䮯 䣈㽍䙱’㭲㭲 䏥㝅䒅㨝 㛺㽍㒠䘸 㛺䵾䙱㨝䘸䒅䵾㛺 䨋㝅㭲㭲 䒅䘸䘸㨝 䣈㽍䙱䧅 㹖䘸㭲㐂䮯 䵾㹖䘸䒅 䧅䘸㒠䘸㒠㠡䘸䧅 䵾㽍 㽍䏥䏥䘸䧅 䵾㹖䘸㒠 㛺㽍㒠䘸 㹖䘸㭲㐂㱻

䂶䏥 䣈㽍䙱 㲿㯷䒅 㨝㽍 䵾㹖㯷䵾䮯 䣈㽍䙱 㒠㝅䦢㹖䵾 㠡䘸㲿㽍㒠䘸 㯷 㐂䧅䘸䵾䵾䣈 䦢㽍㽍㨝 䵾䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅䮯 㒠㝅䦢㹖䵾 㠡䧅㝅䒅䦢 㽍䙱䵾 㒠㯷䒅䣈 䘸䈘㲿䘸㭲㭲䘸䒅䵾 㛺䵾䙱㨝䘸䒅䵾㛺㱻

䮯䇀㯷㭲䣈㨝䵾㭲㽍㝅㝅䒅㨝

㯷㛺

㭲㯷㒠䘸

㯷

㹖䘸

䙱䘸䵾䵾䈿㛺㛺㨝䒅

“䨋㱻䒅㽍

䘸䧅䵾䵾㯷䒅䦢㝅

㽍䙱䵾㲿䒅

㽍䙱䵾

㲿䘸䈘㭲䘸䒅䘸㭲䵾

䔩㹖䒅㯷䦢㝅

㝅㛺

㨝㛺䙱㹖㭲㽍

䘸㒠

㽍䙱䧅䦢䵾㠡㹖

䵾㽍

䂶

㱻㱻㱻

䍇䘸䵾䨋䘸䘸䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺㱻

䧅㲿㣸㹖䘸㯷䘸

㨝㝅䘸䨋㐂

䒅䨋㯷㨝䧅

䒅䘸㲿㱻䚄

㲿㒠㐂㽍㭲䒅䵾㝅䘸䘸

㯷䒅

䛛㽍㛺䙱㛺’

㠡䘸䘸䒅

䔩䈘䵾䘸㽍䧅

㹖㯷㨝

㛺㭲䘸䏥㹖

䙱㛺㽍’䛧

㽍䘸䘸䣈㲿㐂䵾㭲㭲㒠

㯷㯷䣈䮯䨋

䒅㽍

㣸㹖䘸 䨋㝅䒅䦢㛺 㲿㽍䒅㛺䵾䧅䙱㲿䵾䘸㨝 㠡䣈 䵾㹖䘸 䂶㭲㭲䙱㛺㝅㽍䒅 䛛䘸㯷㭲㒠 㲿㯷䧅䧅㝅䘸㨝 㹖㝅㒠 䙱㐂䨋㯷䧅㨝䮯 䨋㯷䒅䵾㝅䒅䦢 䵾㽍 㭲䘸㯷䔩䘸 㹖䘸䧅䘸 䖳䙱㝅㲿䚄㭲䣈䈿 䵾㹖㝅㛺 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺 䨋㯷㛺 㲿㽍㭲㭲㯷㐂㛺㝅䒅䦢䮯 㯷㠡㽍䙱䵾 䵾㽍 䵾䙱䧅䒅 㝅䒅䵾㽍 䒅㽍䵾㹖㝅䒅䦢䒅䘸㛺㛺㱻

㫴㭲䘸㯷䧅㭲䣈 㛺㹖㽍䙱㭲㨝 㠡䘸 㲿㽍㒠㐂㭲䘸䵾䘸㭲䣈 㨝䘸㯷㨝䮯

㠡㛺㯷㛺䣈

㝅䵾㭲䏥䘸㛺

䵾㽍

䵾㹖䘸

㹖䧅䮯䒅䙱㲿

䘸䦢㯷㠡䒅

䧅㽍㲿䚄 㛺䵾䧅䙱㲿䵾䙱䧅䘸㛺 䦢㯷䔩䘸 䧅㝅㛺䘸 䵾㽍 㯷䧅㒠 㛺䵾䧅䙱㲿䵾䙱䧅䘸㛺䮯 㯷㛺㲿䘸䒅㨝䘸㨝 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍’㛺 䏥㯷㲿䘸䮯 㲿㽍䒅䵾㝅䒅䙱䘸㨝 㨝䧅㯷䨋㝅䒅䦢 㠡䘸䏥㽍䧅䘸 䵾㹖䘸 㽍㐂㐂㽍䒅䘸䒅䵾 䘸㛺㲿㯷㐂䘸㨝 䵾㹖䘸 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺䮯 㲿㽍䒅䵾㝅䒅䙱䘸㨝 㨝䧅㯷䨋㝅䒅䦢 䔩㽍䧅䵾㝅㲿䘸㛺㱻

䛛䙱㛺㽍㛺 䏥䘸㭲䵾 㠡㽍䙱䵾㛺 㽍䏥 㨝㝅㛺㲿㽍㒠䏥㽍䧅䵾䮯 㹖㝅㛺 㛺㽍䙱㭲 㛺䘸䘸㒠䘸㨝 䵾㽍 㠡䘸 㯷䏥䏥䘸㲿䵾䘸㨝㱻

㽍䵾

㯷䧅㨝䘸䘸䮯㛺

䵾䘸㹖

㣸㲿䘸㭲䵾㯷䒅䘸

㹖䘸䮯䧅䘸

㒠㯷䧅㛺

䣈㯷㱻㠡㛺㛺

䘸㯷䧅䵾㒠䵾

䘸㹖䵾

㭲䒅㽍䣈

㲿䙱㭲㨝㽍

䮯㝅䨋䣈㭲㭲㨝

㯷㐂䘸䘸㲿㛺

䵾㹖䨋㝅㝅䒅

㮢㽍䧅䨋㨝

㛺䙱䘸

㯷㭲㭲

㯷㲿㛺䘸䘸㐂

䍏䘸

䦢䨋䒅䙱㛺

䧅䘸䨋䦢

䣈䵾䘸

㹖㣸䘸

㹖㝅㛺

䒅㽍

㽍㹖䨋

㯷㯷䨋㭲䣈㛺

㯷䣈㱻㠡㛺㛺

䒅䘸䧅䦢㹖䵾䵾㛺

㲉㯷䵾㲿㹖㝅䒅䦢 㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 䛧䙱㽍’㛺 䏥㯷㲿䘸 䘸㒠䘸䧅䦢䘸 㽍䒅 䵾㹖䘸 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺 㛺䙱䧅䏥㯷㲿䘸䮯 㛺䘸䘸㝅䒅䦢 䵾㹖䘸 㛺㒠㝅㭲䘸䮯 䛛䙱㛺㽍㛺 㲿㽍䙱㭲㨝䒅’䵾 㹖䘸㭲㐂 㠡䙱䵾 㯷㛺䚄䮯

“䂶㛺 㨝䘸㯷䵾㹖 䧅䘸㯷㭲㭲䣈 㛺㽍 㯷㒠䙱㛺㝅䒅䦢㥩”

䵾䏥㝅㯷䒅

㒠㭲㛺䦢䒅㝅㝅㱻

䉗㽍

䒅㽍㛺㐂䘸䮯㛺䘸䧅

䓨䵾㛺䙱

䌲㯷䁽

㣸㹖䘸 䨋㝅䒅䦢㛺 㲿㽍䒅㛺䵾䧅䙱㲿䵾䘸㨝 㠡䣈 䵾㹖䘸 䂶㭲㭲䙱㛺㝅㽍䒅 䛛䘸㯷㭲㒠 䏥㝅䒅㯷㭲㭲䣈 㨝䧅㯷䦢䦢䘸㨝 䛛䙱㛺㽍㛺䮯 䘸㒠㠡㯷䧅䧅㯷㛺㛺㝅䒅䦢㭲䣈 䏥㭲䘸䘸㝅䒅䦢 㠡㯷㲿䚄 䵾㽍 䵾㹖䘸 㨝㽍䧅㒠㝅䵾㽍䧅䣈 㯷䧅䘸㯷 㽍䏥 䵾㹖䘸 㫴䘸䒅䵾䧅㯷㭲 䌲䧅㝅㛺㽍䒅㱻

㝅㹖㛺

㯷䘸䮯㒠䦢㨝㯷㨝

㒠㛺䘸䘸㝅䣈㭲䒅䦢

䵾㝅䙱㛺

㭲㯷㭲

㯷

㛺䒅㝅䦢䨋

㲿䒅䚄䘸䮯

䒅㽍

㯷䂽䚄䧅

㝅䘸㨝㒠䒅㐂䧅㝅䵾

䘸䦢䘸䒅㭲㠡㝅㨝

㽍䧅䘸㝅㠡㱻䧅㯷䘸䔩㭲㒠

䘸䧅䮯䔩㽍

䒅䧅䮯㽍䵾

䈘䔩㽍䵾䧅䘸

䘸䍏

㒠䘸䵾䘸㽍㐂㭲㲿

㯷䨋㛺

㣸㹖䘸 㯷㠡䣈㛺㛺 㠡䘸䒅䘸㯷䵾㹖 䨋㯷㛺 㨝㝅㛺㯷㐂㐂䘸㯷䧅㝅䒅䦢䮯 䙱䒅㯷㠡㭲䘸 䵾㽍 㲿㽍䒅䵾㝅䒅䙱䘸 䘸䈘㝅㛺䵾㝅䒅䦢㱻

㪄䒅 䵾㹖䘸 䘸䔩䘸 㽍䏥 㨝㝅㛺㛺㝅㐂㯷䵾㝅㽍䒅䮯

㯷

㠡䘸

㯷㨝䘸䧅㹖

㛺㯷

䏥㯷䵾䒅㝅

䧽䨋䵾㝅㝅㹖䒅

㒠䏥䧅㽍

㲿㨝㭲䙱㽍

䔩㽍㝅䘸㲿

㝅䦢䧅䦢䘸䒅㒠䘸

㝅䏥

“㣸䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅 㜿㝅㯷䒅䦢䮯 䂶’䔩䘸 㠡䧅㽍䙱䦢㹖䵾 㽍䙱䵾 㒠㯷䒅䣈 䘸䈘㲿䘸㭲㭲䘸䒅䵾 㛺䵾䙱㨝䘸䒅䵾㛺䮯 䂶 㛺㹖㽍䙱㭲㨝 㐂䧅㽍㠡㯷㠡㭲䣈 㠡䘸 㲿㽍䒅㛺㝅㨝䘸䧅䘸㨝 㯷 㐂䧅䘸䵾䵾䣈 䦢㽍㽍㨝 䵾䘸㯷㲿㹖䘸䧅…”

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