Capítulo 998: Chapter 977: Road

“So Cell Zero was here all along… I suspected the Prison Director would have some hidden measures, but can such a cell truly hold anything?

Moreover,

can the ones left outside really stop me?”

Kim stared at the blond youth before him, clearly sensing that the true essence had already gone deep inside, and what remained here was merely an empty shell, a cell.

This was a great opportunity to earn recognition. As long as he could liberate Deep Red and assist in taking over this body, he would surely gain the malicious favor and earn trust.

However,

from any angle Kim contemplated, he doubted that the newly appointed temporary Prison Director and a Disguiser alone could suppress Deep Red.

To him, everything they did seemed meaningless, just a pointless delay.

Thus,

Kim approached in the form of a Light Ring Body,

with a desire to confront the high-hat and scarf-wearing fellow he had a grudge against; he wondered how this person survived the collision with Oblivion.

As he neared,

he could clearly feel a torrent of “Misfortune” rushing toward him from all directions.

With a wave of his hand,

he conceptually blocked it.

The torrent of Misfortune was silently obstructed,

just as Kim prepared to speed up and reach for the opponent,

his foot slipped, and even this Light Ring Body, standing in the plane crevice, fell forward, hitting the ground hard.

Such a simple fall was enough to dizzy his true body, making him feel like his nose bone was fractured.

“Hmm? The torrent is just a façade; the real Misfortune hides in unseen voids… Has this person fused with the cosmic sore?

It’s incredible how many monsters a small Earth can produce, truly worthy of the Prison Director.

If only you humans had more time, you might really have a chance, what a pity.”

Kim ceased underestimating,

the Light Ring dispersed, revealing his true form.

Long hair in deep sky hues fluttered in the air, just as he was about to touch the heart of the Misfortune, he came to a sudden halt.

What lay before him was not the Central Prison, not the Judicial Court.

But a rural village under constant rain, roads lined with all sorts of tombstones.

“Mr. Ito, it seems you’ve been waiting here for a long time. From the beginning your target was me, from the start you intended to pull me into the comic world.

No wonder this group of young people was so confident, daring to deal with matters internally right in front of me.

At the level I’ve reached,

you should understand better than most Death Row Inmates, why bother with such futile efforts? Does delaying for even a few minutes truly have meaning?

You don’t seem like a person who pursues great sacrifice; you’re a smart guy.”

Kim’s voice echoed among worlds,

to the extent that the sky trembled, as if about to tear through the comic book page’s disguise. Ultimately, this comic world, unable to bear the King’s weight, was completely torn apart.

Yet, the scene didn’t return to the prison, instead arriving at an expansive café.

Empty,

a steaming cup of coffee lay overturned in front of Kim,

across from him, Mr. Ito sat dressed humbly, smiling without any sign of threat.

The Shop Owner lowered his status considerably, seemingly serving the Second Death Row Inmate,

“Can I have two minutes of your time?

Just as you anticipated, those just selected young individuals, even the outstanding ones, aren’t enough to contend with Deep Red.

If it were really that simple, the Prison Director wouldn’t have died back then.”

“One minute.”

Even while sitting on equal chairs, at the same horizon line, Kim felt superior to the shop owner in every aspect.

He had no time to waste; he must gain Deep Red’s trust as much as possible.

The Shop Owner nodded, “May I ask how many duels you’ve had in this game so far?”

“One.

I must admit, the individuals chosen by the Prison Director possess great potential. That chef, despite being a Middle-level Divinity, almost touched my essence and even managed to swallow malice.”

The Shop Owner continued to inquire, “Have you used any cards in this game?”

“I used a Positioning Card to lock in the positions of the Madman and the Temporary Bride. Although I couldn’t stop the Madman’s actions, I ensured the welcoming of Deep Red.”

“If I recall correctly, the Positioning Card costs fifty points. Killing a Middle-level Divinity player grants only 20 points, right?”

Upon hearing this, Kim paused for a moment.

And at that moment,

the Shop Owner tossed a comic book onto the table, an empty one with no content, featuring an upside-down image on the cover but no title.

“There should be twelve Death Row Inmates, yet I can’t recall who the eighth one is no matter what. I just remember a period of lost memory.

Afterward, the related contents of this comic book began to fade under my nose, even if I used all means to remember them.

It appears you’ve ‘erased’ them.

But this isn’t a ‘true erasure,’ or else, the entire related book should have vanished.

You must have sent them to an unusual surreal region, causing them to be superficially forgotten but leaving traces, perhaps with a chance to return.

Since I love painting, I pay attention to details in everything I do.

I never do meaningless things. Since I illustrated a comic for the eighth Death Row Inmate, he must be special or potentially the one with the greatest potential among us.

Furthermore, this matter can’t be remembered even by you, the individual involved, perhaps because he triggered some unexpected ‘opportunity,’ or possibly a hidden method once buried by the Prison Director.

Maybe the eighth Death Row Inmate is our true chance of winning the final game.

Therefore, the current delay is meaningful.

If my above conjectures are correct,

you killed a Middle-level God and the eighth Death Row Inmate, the total score should be 70 points. Having used fifty points, you’d have 20 points left.

You can check for yourself.”

However,

Kim shook his head in denial, sipping the coffee, revealing the specific score through divine projection.

[21].

Even the Shop Owner was taken aback, “Where did this [1] come from?

Logically, you couldn’t have killed Deep Red’s bride… Could it be a low-level entity accidentally entering the game space, a flea on the eighth Death Row Inmate?

Or could it be an embedded hidden method I prepared in advance,

or one of the Prison Director’s techniques?”

Kim explained, “I could certainly perform this level of erasure, but it requires a special form, my ultimate state.

So far, only the Prison Director has seen it.

It seems this eighth Death Row Inmate and the low-level entity accompanying him glimpsed my final form and triggered truth erasure… Even I ended up forgetting, that’s interesting.

But,

I can’t place my hope on this kind of thing; I only trust myself. Moreover, the Prison Director’s revenge must be enacted by me personally.

So, you must die here today, Mr. Ito.”

“It’s an honor.”

…

In the Manifold Dimension,

“Time” seemed to have become foreign, almost forgotten.

“Space” didn’t exist here, only Consciousness interacting.

Luo Di didn’t know how long he’d been walking, initially aiming for “Truth,” but now seemingly having forgotten the truth itself.

He simply continued moving forward, on this path towards truth,

He and Mura hadn’t spoken for quite a while. They relied on [Reversed] to maintain Consciousness stability, with no room for the slightest distraction.

Suddenly,

as if mentioned by a life form in the material world,

both paused for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, they stopped temporarily. Although time was pressing, they needed a brief exchange.

“Luo Di… since we need to use ‘Reversed’ to maintain the stability of the Consciousness, we should focus on only that.

The Reversal System that once reached a bottleneck has advanced rapidly here.

Perhaps the truth isn’t our destination but lies right beneath our feet.

Every step forward brings us closer to becoming one with the ‘truth,’ though the malice among divine statuses slows and hinders this process.

This is why Kim couldn’t keep advancing indefinitely.

I may also be subjected to malicious limitations at some point.

Is your Reversal also progressing?”

Luo Di shook his head, “I’m regressing… I seem to have forgotten what the system is; it feels like I’m losing everything.”

“That’s fine, let’s keep moving,”

“Alright.”

㣽䙲䈲㜘䰎

擄

盧

㤸㒐䦾䧁

蘆

㨞㒐㮪㒐㒐㶐’㣽䪕

爐

爐

爐

䌹㒐䌹㭼㞼

擄

盧

老

爐䧱㖏䪕㣽 䪕㣽 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䧁㱄㶐䇯䪕㱄㼛㒐㱄㶐 㤸䧁䧁㼛 㯠㤸䇯䙧㶐㒐䯝 㨞䑖 㮪㒐㨞㒐䪕㶐㒐㨇 䇯䌹䪕䆰㱄䪕㱄䆰 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㶐㖏㒐 㤸㒐㣽䧁㱄䇯㱄㯠㒐 䌹㒐䙧㶐 㨞䑖 㶐㖏㒐 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸 䧁㱄 㶐㖏㒐 㤸䪕䆰㖏㶐 䇯㤸㼛䶪

䩊㒐䙧㒐㤸㒐㱄㯠㒐㣽 㶐㖏㒐 䪕㱄䙧䧁㤸㼛䇯㶐䪕䧁㱄 䇯㯠䚐䙲䪕㤸㒐䯝 㨞䑖 㶐㖏㒐 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸 䯝䙲㤸䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䧁㱄䙧㤸䧁㱄㶐䇯㶐䪕䧁㱄 䶠䪕㶐㖏 䯹㒐㒐㰤 䩊㒐䯝䶪

䧱㖏㒐

㒐㨇䪕㖏㼛㒐㖏㯠䇯䌹㣽䪕㰤㤸

䪕㣽

㶐㯠㒐㤸㶐䙲㣽䙲㤸

㖏㒐䧁䌹䶠

䧱㖏㒐 䶠䇯䌹䌹㣽 䇯㤸㒐 㼛䇯䯝㒐 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㒐䢎㯠㒐㰤㶐䪕䧁㱄䇯䌹䌹䑖 䙲㱄䪕䚐䙲㒐 㼛䇯㶐㒐㤸䪕䇯䌹㣽㨇 䧁㨞㶐䇯䪕㱄㒐䯝 㨞䑖 㶐㖏㒐 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸 㶐㖏㤸䧁䙲䆰㖏 䇯 㰤㤸䪕䧁㤸 䯝㒐䇯䌹 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㣽䧁㼛㒐䧁㱄㒐䶪

“㖽䌹䯝 䞒䇯䯝㱄㒐㣽㣽 䡆䈲䪕㱄”

䯝㒐㱄㣽㼛㣽㨇䇯

䧁䯝㨞䑖

㼛䧁㤸䙧

㶐㒐㖏

䧁䙧

䯝㒐㣽䇯㰤㤸

㱄㭒㒐㶐䇯㨇㼛

㤸䧁䌹㯠䧁

䙧㒐䌹㯠㒐䙧䪕㶐㒐䇴䑖

䙧䧁

㖏㒐㶐

䙧䧁

䙧䧁

㖏㶐㒐

㶐㒐㖏

㶐䪕

䪕㯠㶐㤸䇯㤸㒐㯠㯠䪕㖏㣽㶐䇯㣽

䧁䩊䶠

㣽䪕㤸㶐䙧

䧁㤸㒐㶐㖏

䇯㱄䯝

䡆㶐䯝㤸䪕㰤㰤㒐

㒐䇯㶐㖏䯹

䧁䌹㯠䧁㣽㤸䶪

㤸䇯䪕㣽㤸㒐㯠

㣽㒐㱄㯠㒐㒐㣽

㖏㶐㒐

䪕㱄㱄䪕䆰㶐㨞䪕㖏䪕

䧱㖏䪕㣽 䈲䪕㱄䯝 䧁䙧 㼛䇯䯝㱄㒐㣽㣽 㣽䈲䪕㱄 㯠䧁䇴㒐㤸㣽 㶐㖏㒐 䶠䇯䌹䌹㣽㨇 㒐㼛䇯㱄䇯㶐䪕㱄䆰 㯠䧁䌹䧁㤸䙧䙲䌹 䌹䪕䆰㖏㶐㣽㨇 㼛䇯䈲䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 㯠㒐䌹䌹 䇯㰤㰤㒐䇯㤸 䌹䪕䈲㒐 䇯 䯝䪕㣽㯠䧁 㖏䇯䌹䌹䶪

䧱㖏㒐 䧁䇴㒐㤸䇯䌹䌹 㣽㶐㤸䙲㯠㶐䙲㤸㒐 䇯䌹㣽䧁 䇯䯝䧁㰤㶐㣽 㶐㖏㒐 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸’㣽 㱄㒐䇴㒐㤸䧤㨞㒐䙧䧁㤸㒐䧤䙲㣽㒐䯝 㭼㞼䧁㼛㰤䌹㒐㶐㒐 㭒㼛㰤㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄㼛㒐㱄㶐㜘㨇 䶠㖏䪕㯠㖏 㯠䇯㱄 䙧䙲䌹䌹䑖 㣽䙲㰤㰤㤸㒐㣽㣽 㶐㖏㒐 䪕㱄䯝䪕䇴䪕䯝䙲䇯䌹㣽 䶠䪕㶐㖏䪕㱄㨇 㒐䇴㒐㱄 䯹㒐㒐㰤 䩊㒐䯝 䪕㣽 㱄䧁 㒐䢎㯠㒐㰤㶐䪕䧁㱄䶪

㱄㒐䯝㒐㭒䯝㨇

䧱㖏㒐 㨞䧁䑖 䇯㤸㤸䪕䇴䪕㱄䆰 㖏㒐㤸㒐 䌹䧁䧁䈲㣽 㣽䧁㼛㒐䶠㖏䇯㶐 㣽䙲㤸㰤㤸䪕㣽㒐䯝 䇯㶐 㖏䪕㣽 㖏䇯㱄䯝㣽㨇 䇯㣽 㶐㖏㒐 䯹㒐㒐㰤 䩊㒐䯝 䧁㱄 㶐㖏㒐 㣽䙲㤸䙧䇯㯠㒐 㖏䇯㣽 䙧䇯䯝㒐䯝㨇 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䧁䌹䧁㤸 㣽㒐㒐㼛䪕㱄䆰䌹䑖 㣽㶐㤸䪕㰤㰤㒐䯝 䇯䶠䇯䑖䶪

䧱㖏㒐 㼛䇯䌹䪕㯠䪕䧁䙲㣽 㣽䧁䙲㤸㯠㒐 㖏䇯㣽 㨞㒐㒐㱄 㣽䙲㰤㰤㤸㒐㣽㣽㒐䯝 㶐䧁 䇯 㯠㒐㤸㶐䇯䪕㱄 㒐䢎㶐㒐㱄㶐䶪

㣽㨇䧁

䇴㱤㒐㱄

㭒㶐 㣽㶐䪕䌹䌹 㼛䇯䪕㱄㶐䇯䪕㱄㣽 䇯 㣽㼛䪕䌹㒐㨇 㒐䇴㒐㱄 㣽㼛䪕䌹䪕㱄䆰 㼛䧁㤸㒐 䵱䧁䑖䙧䙲䌹䌹䑖䶪

㭒㶐 䇯㰤㰤㒐䇯㤸㣽 㶐䧁 㖏䇯䇴㒐 㱄䧁㶐 䇯㱄㶐䪕㯠䪕㰤䇯㶐㒐䯝 㶐㖏䇯㶐 㶐㖏㒐 㣽㒐㒐㼛䪕㱄䆰䌹䑖 䙲㱄䧁㨞㣽㶐㤸䙲㯠㶐㒐䯝 㯠䧁㤸㰤㣽㒐 㤸㒐㶐㤸䪕㒐䇴䇯䌹 䶠䧁䙲䌹䯝 㨞㒐㯠䧁㼛㒐 㣽䧁 㒐㱄䆰䇯䆰䪕㱄䆰䶪

㨇㣽䯝㱄䑖䪕䧁㤸䌹㰤䆰㞼㒐㤸䧁㱄

䡆㶐䇯㱄䯝䪕㱄䆰 䧁㰤㰤䧁㣽䪕㶐㒐 䇯㤸㒐 㶐㖏㒐 㰤㒐㤸㣽䧁㱄㱄㒐䌹 䶠㖏䧁 㯠䇯㼛㒐 㶐䧁 㨞䌹䧁㯠䈲㨇 㯠㖏䇯䌹䌹㒐㱄䆰㒐㨇 䇯㱄䯝 㯠䧁㱄䙧㤸䧁㱄㶐 䯹㒐㒐㰤 䩊㒐䯝䶪

㖽㱄㒐 䪕㣽 㶐㖏㒐 㖏䧁䌹䯝㒐㤸 䧁䙧 㞼㒐䌹䌹 䦾㒐㤸䧁㨇 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䙲㤸㤸㒐㱄㶐 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸㨇 䇯 㨞䧁㤸㱄 㼛䧁㱄㣽㶐㒐㤸㨇 㰤㒐㤸䙧㒐㯠㶐 㨞㒐䪕㱄䆰 䧤 㮪㒐㨞㒐䪕㶐㒐䶪

“㱄㨞㤸䧁

䇯㣽㖏

㼛䧁㒐㣽”㶐㱄㤸

㒐㖏䧱

䧁㱄䶠

㱄䧁㒐㯠

㒐㒐㱄㶐䇯㨞㖏

㱄䈲㣽䪕

㒐㶐㖏

㤸䇯䶪㒐䙧㼛䧁㱄㣽䯝㤸㶐

䯝䪕㖏㒐䯝㱄

㞼䧁㼛㰤䌹㒐㶐䪕㱄䆰 㣽䑖㼛㼛㒐㶐㤸䑖㨇

㞼䧁㼛㰤䌹㒐㶐䪕㱄䆰 㱄䇯㶐䙲㤸㒐㨇

㱄䆰䪕㨇㶐䧁㯠䪕䧁㱄

䧁㞼㒐㰤㱄㼛䌹䪕䆰㶐

㠟㖏䇯㶐 㣽㶐䇯㱄䯝㣽 㖏㒐㤸㒐 䪕㣽 㱄䧁 䌹䧁㱄䆰㒐㤸 䇯 㼛䧁㱄㣽㶐㒐㤸㨇 㨞䙲㶐 䇯 㯠䧁㼛㰤䌹㒐㶐㒐 㖏䙲㼛䇯㱄䶪

䪂䌹㶐㖏䧁䙲䆰㖏 㣽㶐䪕䌹䌹 㣽㰤䧁㤸㶐䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 㣽䇯㼛㒐 㰤䇯㤸㶐㒐䯝 䆰䧁䌹䯝㒐㱄 㖏䇯䪕㤸 䇯㣽 㨞㒐䙧䧁㤸㒐㨇 㶐㖏㒐 䆰䇯䲰㒐 㖏䇯㣽 㨞㒐㯠䧁㼛㒐 䇴䪕䇴䇯㯠䪕䧁䙲㣽㨇 㒐䑖㒐㣽 㣽㖏䧁䶠䪕㱄䆰 㖏䇯䌹䧁㣽䶪

䧁䯝䑖㨞

䶠䧁㱄

㖏㒐䇯䌹㶐㖏䑖䶪

㣽䪕

䌹䇯㤸䙧䪕

㒐㖏䧱

䧁㱄㯠㒐

䕆䧁 䌹䧁㱄䆰㒐㤸 䶠㒐䇯㤸䪕㱄䆰 䇯 㯠䧁㱄㣽㒐㤸䇴䇯㶐䪕䇴㒐 㖏䪕䆰㖏䧤㱄㒐㯠䈲 㣽䶠㒐䇯㶐㒐㤸㨇 㨞䙲㶐 䇯 䌹䧁䧁㣽㒐㨇 㯠䇯㣽䙲䇯䌹 䶠㖏䪕㶐㒐 㯠䧁㶐㶐䧁㱄 㣽㖏䪕㤸㶐㨇 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㶐䇯䆰㣽 㣽㶐䪕䌹䌹 㖏䇯㱄䆰䪕㱄䆰 䙧㤸䧁㼛 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䧁䌹䌹䇯㤸㨇 㰤㤸䪕㯠㒐䯝 䇯㶐 䇯㤸䧁䙲㱄䯝 㶐䶠䧁 㖏䙲㱄䯝㤸㒐䯝 䯝䇯䌹䌹䇯㤸㣽䶪

䪂 㰤䇯䪕㤸 䧁䙧 㨞䌹䙲㒐 䇯㶐㖏䌹㒐㶐䪕㯠 㰤䇯㱄㶐㣽㨇 㣽䪕㼛䪕䌹䇯㤸䌹䑖 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㶐䇯䆰㣽 㣽㶐䪕䌹䌹 䇯㶐㶐䇯㯠㖏㒐䯝 䇯㶐 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䧁㣽㶐 䧁䙧 䧁䇴㒐㤸 㶐䶠䧁 㖏䙲㱄䯝㤸㒐䯝 䯝䇯䌹䌹䇯㤸㣽䶪

䇯

䑖㨞

㞼㼛䧁㱄䯝㶐㒐㒐䌹㼛㒐㰤

㤸㰤䪕䇯

䧁䙧

䇯㣽㒐㱄䶪㣽㤸㒐䈲

㒐䈲䕆䪕

䩊㒐㣽㒐㼛㨞䌹䪕㱄䆰 䇯 㼛䇯䌹㒐 㖏䪕䆰㖏 㣽㯠㖏䧁䧁䌹 㣽㶐䙲䯝㒐㱄㶐䶪

䧱㖏㒐㣽㒐 㯠䌹䧁㶐㖏㒐㣽 㯠䧁㼛㒐 䙧㤸䧁㼛 㶐㖏㒐 䰎䙲㼛䇯㱄 㠟䧁㤸䌹䯝㨇 䯝䙲㤸䪕㱄䆰 䇯 㶐䪕㼛㒐 䪕㱄 䞒䪕㱄䆰䶠䇯㱄䆰 㞼䪕㶐䑖 䙧䧁䌹䌹䧁䶠䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 㶐㤸䪕䧁 䧁㱄䌹䪕㱄㒐㨇 䇯㣽 㮪㒐㨞㒐䪕㶐㒐 䇯䌹㼛䧁㣽㶐 㱄㒐䇴㒐㤸 㯠㖏䇯㱄䆰㒐䯝 㯠䌹䧁㶐㖏㒐㣽 䯝䙲㒐 㶐䧁 㱄䧁㶐 㨞㤸䪕㱄䆰䪕㱄䆰 䇯 㯠㖏䇯㱄䆰㒐 䧁䙧 㯠䌹䧁㶐㖏䪕㱄䆰䶪

䇯

䧁䙧㤸

䙧䧁

䇯䯝㱄䇯㒐䆰㶐䇯䇴

䙲䑖㨞

㶐㤸䪕䧁

㰤㖏䪕㒐䌹㱄䆰

㶐䧁䈲䧁

㒐䪕䪕䇴㶐㱄

㶐䧁

䙧䆰䪕㶐

㱄䇯

䇯䶠㣽

䧁㶐䙲䙧㶐㨇䪕

㶐䪕

㖏䧱㒐

䙲㰤䶪

㼛䪕㖏㯠㱄㒐㶐䙲䌹

㒐㒐㮪㶐䪕㨞㒐

㖏㶐㒐

㣽䆰䇯䑖䪕㱄

㼛㒐㶐䇯

䇯㱄㤸䈲

㶐䧁

㮪㒐㨞㒐䪕㶐㒐 㖏䇯㣽 䇯䌹䶠䇯䑖㣽 㶐㤸㒐䇯㣽䙲㤸㒐䯝 㶐㖏䪕㣽 䆰䪕䙧㶐㨇 㱄㒐䇴㒐㤸 䶠㒐䇯㤸䪕㱄䆰 䪕㶐㨇 㣽㒐㒐㼛䪕㱄䆰䌹䑖 㖏䧁䌹䯝䪕㱄䆰 㣽䪕䆰㱄䪕䙧䪕㯠䇯㱄㶐 㼛㒐䇯㱄䪕㱄䆰 䙧䧁㤸 㖏䪕㼛䶪

䕆䧁䶠㨇 䪕㶐 䪕㣽 㶐㖏㒐 㶐䪕㼛㒐 㶐䧁 䶠㒐䇯㤸 䪕㶐㨇 㶐㖏䧁䙲䆰㖏 㼛䇯䑖㨞㒐 䪕䙧 㱄䧁㶐 䶠䧁㤸㱄 㱄䧁䶠㨇 㶐㖏㒐㤸㒐 㼛䪕䆰㖏㶐 㱄㒐䇴㒐㤸 㨞㒐 䇯㱄䧁㶐㖏㒐㤸 㯠㖏䇯㱄㯠㒐䶪

䯝䌹䑖䇯䪕䯝䪂㱄䧁㶐䌹㨇䪕

䪂㱄䧁㶐㖏㒐㤸 䧁㰤㰤䧁㱄㒐㱄㶐 㣽㶐䇯㱄䯝㣽 㨞䑖䶪

䧱㖏㒐 㢨㤸䇯㱄䯝 䡆㒐䌹㒐㯠㶐䪕䧁㱄 㞼㖏䇯㼛㰤䪕䧁㱄 㳑䩊䪕䆰㖏㶐 䪂㤸㼛 䦾䧁㱄㒐㔸 䇯㱄䯝 㞼㖏䇯㼛㰤䪕䧁㱄 㳑䥨㤸䇯䪕㱄 䦾䧁㱄㒐㔸㨇 䪕㱄㖏㒐㤸䪕㶐䧁㤸 䧁䙧 㶐㖏㒐 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸’㣽 䥨㤸䇯䪕㱄㨇 㥌㒐㤸䙧㒐㯠㶐 㥌㣽㒐䙲䯝䧁䧤㥌㒐㤸㣽䧁㱄㨇 㥌㣽㒐䙲䯝䧁 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸 䧤 㠟䙲 㠟㒐㱄䶪

㣽㖏䇯

㤸㒐㰤㣽㒐㤸䯝䇯㱄㰤㒐㣽

䙧㤸䧁

㒐㖏㤸

䯝䪕䇴㼛䧁㤸㒐㨇㰤

㒐䌹㞼䌹

㶐䧁

䯝㤸㒐䧁䧁䧤䯝䪕䧤

䧁㶐

㒐䯝䙲

䇯䌹㤸䑖㰤㶐

䇯㒐䶪㶐䌹㨞㶐

䪕䧁㣽㱄㱄㶐㒐

㒐㤸䦾䧁㨇

䇯㱄䯝

㒐䯝䙲

䇯

㶐㤸䑖䌹䇯㰤

㒐㤸䰎

㼛䇯䶠㖏䧁㒐㣽㶐

䧱㖏䪕㣽 㼛䇯㶐㯠㖏 㯠䇯㱄㱄䧁㶐 䌹㒐㶐 䞒㤸䶪 䆭䙲 䇯㰤㰤㒐䇯㤸㨇

䧱㖏㒐 䙧䌹㒐㣽㖏 㤸㒐䌹䇯㶐㒐䯝 㶐䧁 䞒㤸䶪 䆭䙲 䇯㱄䯝 “䩊㒐䯝” 㼛䪕䆰㖏㶐 㨞㒐 䙲㶐䪕䌹䪕䲰㒐䯝 㨞䑖 䯹㒐㒐㰤 䩊㒐䯝 䙲㰤䧁㱄 㤸㒐䇴㒐䇯䌹䪕㱄䆰 䇯㨞䪕䌹䪕㶐䑖㨇 䇯䌹㣽䧁 㼛䧁㤸㒐 㰤㤸䧁㱄㒐 㶐䧁 㼛䇯䌹䪕㯠䪕䧁䙲㣽 䪕㱄䇴䇯㣽䪕䧁㱄䶪

䶪䶪䶪”䰎䧁䧁”

䪂㣽 㠟䙲 㠟㒐㱄 䌹㒐㶐㣽 䧁䙲㶐 䇯 㣽㼛䇯䌹䌹 㨞㤸㒐䇯㶐㖏㨇 㒐䢎㶐㤸䇯㯠㶐䪕㱄䆰 “䧱䇯㨞䧁䧁” 䙧㤸䧁㼛 䶠䪕㶐㖏䪕㱄㨇 䇯䯝䵱䙲㣽㶐䪕㱄䆰 㣽㶐䇯㶐㒐㨇 㰤㤸㒐㰤䇯㤸䪕㱄䆰 䙧䧁㤸 㤷䌹㶐䪕㼛䇯㶐㒐 㭒㼛䪕㶐䇯㶐䪕䧁㱄䶪

㭒㱄 䵱䙲㣽㶐 䇯 㨞䌹䪕㱄䈲㨇

䪕㒐䆰㱄䧁䡆㶐㼛㖏

㤸䐶䪕㒐䇴䇯㤸䯝

䧱㖏㒐 㨞䧁䑖 㣽㶐䇯㱄䯝䪕㱄䆰 䧁㰤㰤䧁㣽䪕㶐㒐 㖏䇯㣽 䇯䌹㤸㒐䇯䯝䑖 㣽㶐㤸㒐㶐㯠㖏㒐䯝 䧁䙲㶐 㖏䪕㣽 䇯㤸㼛㨇 㰤䇯䌹㼛 䙧䇯㯠䪕㱄䆰 䙧䧁㤸䶠䇯㤸䯝㨇

㠟䪕㶐㖏䧁䙲㶐 䇯㱄䑖 㰤㤸䧁㯠㒐㣽㣽 䧁䙧 㒐㱄㒐㤸䆰䑖 㯠䧁㱄䯝㒐㱄㣽䇯㶐䪕䧁㱄㨇

䲰䙲䥨䲰䐶

㒐䆰㱄㒐㤸䑖

䇯䪕㒐㼛䌹㯠

䪂

㒐㶐㖏

㶐䯝䧁䪕㱄䙲䧁䙧㱄䇯

䑖䯝㯠㶐䌹㒐䶪㤸䪕

䙧䧁

㒐䙲㤸㰤

䇯㼛㨞㒐

㒐㱄㒐䆰䪕㣽㤸㱄㤸㰤㒐㶐

㖏䧁㣽㶐

㱤䇴㒐㱄 㶐㖏䧁䙲䆰㖏 㶐㖏䪕㣽 䪕㣽 㞼㒐䌹䌹 䦾㒐㤸䧁㨇 㣽㰤㒐㯠䪕䙧䪕㯠䇯䌹䌹䑖 䯝㒐㣽䪕䆰㱄㒐䯝 㶐䧁 㣽䙲㰤㰤㤸㒐㣽㣽 䪕㶐㨇 䪕㶐 㣽㒐㒐㼛㣽 㱄䧁㶐 䧁㨞㣽㶐㤸䙲㯠㶐㒐䯝 䇯㶐 䇯䌹䌹䶪

䧱㖏㒐 㤸㒐䯝 㨞㒐䇯㼛 䙧㤸䧁㼛 㶐㖏㒐 㰤䇯䌹㼛 䙧䌹䧁䧁䯝㣽 㠟䙲 㠟㒐㱄’㣽 䇴䪕㣽䪕䧁㱄㨇

㣽㒐㖏

䌹㖏䶪㶐䪕䆰

㖏㶐㒐

㒐㼛䯝㒐㣽㒐

㒐䪕㱄䯝㣽䪕

㣽㒐㒐

㤸㒐䯝

㒐㤸䇴㒐䧁㨇䞒㤸䧁

䧁㒐䆰㖏㣽㶐㱄㼛䪕

㶐䧁

䡆䇯䶠 㖏㒐㤸 㯠㖏䪕䌹䯝㖏䧁䧁䯝 㣽㯠㒐㱄㒐㣽㨇 䯝䇯䪕䌹䑖 䌹䪕䙧㒐 䯝䧁㼛䪕㱄䇯㶐㒐䯝 㨞䑖 㖏㒐㤸 䙧䇯㶐㖏㒐㤸㨇 㣽㶐䪕㤸㤸䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 䯝㒐㒐㰤 㼛䇯䌹䪕㯠㒐 䶠䪕㶐㖏䪕㱄䶪

䰎䧁䶠㒐䇴㒐㤸㨇 㠟䙲 㠟㒐㱄 䶠䇯㣽 䇯䌹㤸㒐䇯䯝䑖 㰤㤸㒐㰤䇯㤸㒐䯝㨇 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㶐㖏㒐 㥌㤸䪕㣽䧁㱄 䯹䪕㤸㒐㯠㶐䧁㤸’㣽 䥨㤸䇯䪕㱄 㣽䶠䪕䙧㶐䌹䑖 㤸㒐㣽㶐㤸䇯䪕㱄䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 䆰㒐㤸㼛䪕㱄䇯㶐䪕䧁㱄 䧁䙧 㼛䇯䌹䪕㯠㒐 䪕㱄 㶐㖏䧁䙲䆰㖏㶐㣽㨇 㣽䪕㼛䙲䌹㶐䇯㱄㒐䧁䙲㣽䌹䑖 㰤㤸㒐㰤䇯㤸䪕㱄䆰 㶐䧁 䪕㼛䪕㶐䇯㶐㒐 㶐㖏㒐 㤸䪕䆰㖏㶐 䇯㤸㼛 㶐䧁 㨞䌹䧁㯠䈲 㶐㖏㒐 㨞㒐䇯㼛 䯝䇯㼛䇯䆰㒐䶪

䙲䧱䶪㖏䶪䯝䶪

䧱㖏㒐 㨞㒐䇯㼛 䯝䪕㣽㣽䪕㰤䇯㶐㒐䯝㨇 㶐䙲㤸㱄㒐䯝 䪕㱄㶐䧁 㶐㖏䪕㯠䈲 㤸㒐䯝 䙧䧁䆰㨇 㣽䌹䧁䶠䌹䑖 䯝䪕㣽㰤㒐㤸㣽䪕㱄䆰䶪

㠟䙲 㠟㒐㱄 㱄㒐䇴㒐㤸 㰤㒐㤸䙧䧁㤸㼛㒐䯝 㤸䪕䆰㖏㶐 䇯㤸㼛 㣽䪕㼛䙲䌹䇯㶐䪕䧁㱄㨇 䇯㣽 㶐㖏㒐 䯹㒐㒐㰤 䩊㒐䯝 㨞㒐䇯㼛 䶠䇯㣽 㨞䌹䧁㯠䈲㒐䯝 㨞䑖 㣽䧁㼛㒐㶐㖏䪕㱄䆰 㒐䌹㣽㒐䶪

䇯㣽䌹䧁

䇯㱄

㤸䶪䇯㼛

㱄䑖㖽䌹

䪕㤸㱄䇯㣽䪕䆰

㮪㒐㶐㒐㒐䪕㨞

䪕㤸䇯㤸䧁䯝㱄䑖

㖏㣽䪕

䶠䇯㣽

䙲㖏䇯㱄㼛

㤸䇯㼛㨇

㽘䪕䇴㒐 䙧䪕㱄䆰㒐㤸㣽 㣽㰤㤸㒐䇯䯝㨇

䪂㣽 䪕䙧 㣽㶐㤸㒐㶐㯠㖏䪕㱄䆰 䇯㱄 䪕㱄䇴䪕㣽䪕㨞䌹㒐 㰤㒐㤸䙧㒐㯠㶐 䙧䧁㤸㯠㒐 䙧䪕㒐䌹䯝䶪

䪕㶐㖏㣽

㒐䯝䇯㨇㖏

䙧䪕㒐㶐䌹㣽

㨞䇯㒐䌹䯝㤸䯝

䯝䇯㱄

䯝䪕㨇㣽㰤䌹䑖䇯

䌹㱄䆰㣽䧁䪕

㰤㒐䯹㒐

㣽䪕㶐

㒐䙧㶐䌹

䩊䯝㒐

㨞䑖

䇴㱄㱤㒐

䪕㶐䌹㶐䆰㱄䪕

䙧䧁

䧁䌹㯠䧁㱄㤸㶐

㼛䪕䌹䑖䪕䌹䇯㣽㤸

䧁㒐䶪䌹㨞䶠㣽

䯝㰤䲰䲰䙲㒐䌹

䡆䙲䯝䯝㒐㱄䌹䑖㨇

䧱㖏㒐 㨞䧁䑖 㼛䧁䇴㒐䯝㨇

䰎䪕㣽

䑖㒐㣽㶐䌹

㒐㱄㒐㤸䇴

㣽㒐㱄㒐

䶠䇯㣽

㒐䶪㨞㤸䧁䙧㒐

㒐㶐䧁㼛㒐㼛䇴㱄

䯹䪕䯝㱄’㶐 㣽㶐㒐㰤㨇 䙧䌹䑖㨇 䧁㤸 㶐㒐䌹㒐㰤䧁㤸㶐㨇 㨞䙲㶐 㶐䪕䌹㶐㒐䯝 㖏䪕㣽 㨞䧁䯝䑖 䙧䧁㤸䶠䇯㤸䯝䶪

䪂㣽 㖏䪕㣽 㨞䧁䯝䑖 㶐䪕䌹㶐㒐䯝㨇 㶐㖏㒐 㒐㱄㶐䪕㤸㒐 㣽㰤䇯㯠㒐 㣽㒐㒐㼛㒐䯝 㶐䧁 㶐䪕䌹㶐䶪

䧱㖏㒐

䇯㨇㯠㶐䇴㤸䌹䪕㒐

㨞㒐㼛㒐㯠䇯

䇯䯝㱄

㶐䧁㱄䪕

㶐䇯㯠㖏㼛

䙲㤸䧁㱄䆰䯝

㶐㖏㒐

㱄䆰䌹䑖䌹䪕㤸䪕䧁䇯

䌹㖏㱄䇯㶐䧁䧁㤸䪕䲰

䧁䯝䶠䶪㱄

㰤䙲

䙲㱄㶐䪕㤸㱄䆰

㠟䙲 㠟㒐㱄 㒐䢎㶐㒐㱄䯝㒐䯝 㶐㒐㱄㶐䇯㯠䌹㒐㣽 䙧㤸䧁㼛 㖏㒐㤸 㣽䧁䌹㒐㣽 㶐䧁 䆰㤸䧁䙲㱄䯝 㶐㖏㒐㼛㨇 㯠䧁㱄㶐䪕㱄䙲䪕㱄䆰 㶐䧁 㣽㶐䇯㱄䯝䶪

㮪㒐㨞㒐䪕㶐㒐 㣽㒐㒐㼛㒐䯝 䙲㱄䇯䙧䙧㒐㯠㶐㒐䯝 㨞䑖 㶐㖏㒐 䆰㤸䇯䇴䪕㶐䇯㶐䪕䧁㱄䇯䌹 䯝㒐䙧䌹㒐㯠㶐䪕䧁㱄㨇 㣽㶐䇯㱄䯝䪕㱄䆰 䙲㰤㤸䪕䆰㖏㶐㨇 㒐䢎㶐㒐㱄䯝䪕㱄䆰 㖏䪕㣽 䇯㤸㼛䶪

㰤䧁㶐

㖏㶐㒐

㨞䧁䑖

“䇯䌹䙧䌹

㒐㖏㶐

䯝䯝䧁䶠䶠”㱄䶪䇯㤸

䇯㶐

㨞䇯䆰㱄㒐

䧱㖏㒐

䧱㖏㒐 䆰䇯㰤㨇 㶐㖏䧁䙲䆰㖏 㼛㒐㤸㒐 㖏䙲㱄䯝㤸㒐䯝 㼛㒐㶐㒐㤸㣽㨇 㣽㒐㒐㼛㒐䯝 㯠䧁㱄㯠㒐㰤㶐䙲䇯䌹䌹䑖 㒐䢎㶐㒐㱄䯝㒐䯝㨇 㣽㶐㤸㒐㶐㯠㖏䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 䙧䇯䌹䌹 䪕㱄㶐䧁 㶐㖏䧁䙲㣽䇯㱄䯝㣽㨇 㶐㒐㱄㣽 䧁䙧 㶐㖏䧁䙲㣽䇯㱄䯝㣽 䧁䙧 㼛㒐㶐㒐㤸㣽㨇 䆰䇯䪕㱄䪕㱄䆰 㣽㰤㒐㒐䯝䶪

㝸㒐䌹䧁㯠䪕㶐䑖 㤸㒐䇯㯠㖏䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 䙲㱄㨞㒐䌹䪕㒐䇴䇯㨞䌹㒐㨇 㨞䧁䯝䑖 㱄㒐䇯㤸䌹䑖 㨞㒐㯠䧁㼛䪕㱄䆰 䇯 㤸㒐䯝 䯝䧁㶐䶪

㭼㜘㰤㯠㭒㼛㶐䇯

䥨䧁䧁㼛䐶

䧱㖏䧁䙲䆰㖏 䧁㯠㯠䙲㤸㤸䪕㱄䆰 䪕㱄㣽䪕䯝㒐 㞼㒐䌹䌹 䦾㒐㤸䧁㨇

㶐䪕㱄㒐㤸㒐

䧁㶐

㼛䯝㒐㒐㣽㒐

䇯㒐㖏㤸

㖏㒐䧱

㒐㖏㶐

㶐㒐㖏

㒐䙲㱄㒐䪕䇴㣽㤸

䙧䧁

㣽䧁䙲㱄䯝

㼛㶐㰤㯠䶪䪕䇯

㠟䙲 㠟㒐㱄 䶠䇯㣽 㶐䧁㣽㣽㒐䯝 䇯䪕㤸㨞䧁㤸㱄㒐 㨞䑖 㶐㖏㒐 䪕㼛㰤䇯㯠㶐 䙧䧁㤸㯠㒐㨇 㶐㖏㒐 㼛䇯㣽㣽䪕䇴㒐 㣽䧁䙲㱄䯝 㯠䇯䙲㣽䪕㱄䆰 㖏㒐㤸 㒐䇯㤸㣽 㶐䧁 㨞䌹㒐㒐䯝䶪

㖽㱄㯠㒐 㶐㖏㒐 䯝䙲㣽㶐 㣽㒐㶐㶐䌹㒐䯝㨇

㰤㯠㨇䌹䇯㒐

㒐㶐㒐㨞㮪䪕㒐

㖏㶐㒐

䪕㱄

䧁㱄䪕㖏䌹䧁䇯䲰㤸㶐

㤸㼛䇯䶪

㣽䧁䯝㶐䧁

㼛䇯䇯㱄䪕㱄䪕䆰㱄㶐䪕

䌹㶐㣽䪕䌹

䧱㖏㒐 䪕㱄䇴䪕㣽䪕㨞䌹㒐 㰤㒐㤸䙧㒐㯠㶐 䙧䧁㤸㯠㒐 䙧䪕㒐䌹䯝 㣽㶐䪕䌹䌹 䙲㰤㖏㒐䌹䯝㨇 䶠䪕㶐㖏 䧁㱄䌹䑖 䇯 㰤㒐㱄㒐㶐㤸䇯㶐䪕䇴㒐 㯠㤸䇯㯠䈲 䙧㤸䧁㼛 㶐㖏㒐 䪕㼛㰤䇯㯠㶐䶪

䧱㖏㒐 㨞䧁䑖’㣽 㖏㒐䇯䯝 䙲㣽㒐䯝 䙧䧁㤸 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䧁䌹䌹䪕㣽䪕䧁㱄 䶠䇯㣽 䇯 㼛㒐㣽㣽 䧁䙧 㨞䌹䧁䧁䯝㨇 䶠䪕㶐㖏 䧁㱄䌹䑖 㶐㖏㒐 㼛䧁䙲㶐㖏 㣽㶐㤸䙲㯠㶐䙲㤸㒐 㨞䇯㤸㒐䌹䑖 㼛䇯䪕㱄㶐䇯䪕㱄䪕㱄䆰 㣽㖏䇯㰤㒐䶪

䙲㼛㶐㖏㨇䧁

䯹㒐㒐㰤

㶐㒐㖏

㱄㶐䶠㖏䪕䪕

䪂㶐 㶐㖏㒐 㶐㖏㤸䧁䇯㶐 㯠䇯㱄䇯䌹㨇

䪂 㶐䧁㤸㤸㒐㱄㶐 䧁䙧 㯠㤸䪕㼛㣽䧁㱄 䆰䙲㣽㖏㒐䯝 䧁䙲㶐䶪

㰤䧁㤷㱄

䶠㒐㨇䇴䪕

㤸㼛䧁㯠㣽㰤䧁䪕㯠䪕㯠

㞼䧁䙲㱄㶐䌹㒐㣽㣽㨇 㖏䙲㱄䯝㤸㒐䯝㣽 䧁䙧 㶐㖏䧁䙲㣽䇯㱄䯝㣽㨇 㒐䇴㒐㱄 㼛䪕䌹䌹䪕䧁㱄㣽 㼛䧁㤸㒐 䧁䙧 㼛䪕㣽㒐㤸䇯㨞䌹㒐㣽 䶠㒐㤸㒐 㣽㯠㤸㒐䇯㼛䪕㱄䆰㨇 㣽㶐㤸䙲䆰䆰䌹䪕㱄䆰䶪

䪂 㤸㒐䯝 㒐㱄㒐㤸䆰䑖 㣽㰤㖏㒐㤸㒐 䇯㯠㯠䙲㼛䙲䌹䇯㶐㒐䯝 䪕㱄 㶐㖏㒐 㶐㖏㤸䧁䇯㶐㨇

䯝䧁䌹㱄䙧㒐㶐

㒐㒐䑖䆰㱄㤸

㶐㭒㣽

䇴㣽㒐㤸䙲䪕㰤䧁

㒐㣽㶐㶐䇯㒐䯝䪕㼛

㼛㰤䌹䇯

䧁㶐㶐䌹䇯

㱄㒐䶪㼛㣽䪕㣽䪕䧁

㶐㖏㒐

䦾㒐㤸䧁䧤䯝䪕㣽㶐䇯㱄㯠㒐 㤸㒐䌹㒐䇯㣽㒐㨇 㒐䢎㶐㤸㒐㼛㒐䌹䑖 㰤㒐㤸䪕䌹䧁䙲㣽䶪

䇟䙲㣽㶐 㶐㖏㒐㱄㨇

㒐’㣽㨞㒐䪕㶐㒐㮪

䧁㒐㶐㖏㤸

䶠䇯䇯䑖䌹㣽

䧁㶐䶪䙲

䯝䈲㒐䧁㰤㶐㨇㯠㒐

㖏䇯㨇㱄䯝

䌹䑖㱄䙧䇯䌹䪕

㱄䧁䶠

㰤䌹䯝䙲㒐䌹

䡆㰤㒐㒐䯝䪕䌹䑖 㤸㒐䇯㯠㖏䪕㱄䆰 䧁䇴㒐㤸 㶐㖏㒐 䙧䧁㤸㯠㒐 䙧䪕㒐䌹䯝䶪

䇟䙲㣽㶐 㨞㒐䙧䧁㤸㒐 㶐㖏㒐 㒐㱄㒐㤸䆰䑖 㣽㰤㖏㒐㤸㒐’㣽 㨞䙲㤸㣽㶐㨇 䆰㤸䇯㨞㨞㒐䯝 㖏䧁䌹䯝䶪

䪕㖏㶐㨇䪕䶠㱄

䧁㶐䇯㶐㨇㤸㖏

㒐㶐㖏

䯝㣽䧁㖏㒐䇴

㒐㱄䧱㖏

䆰㱄㒐㯠㖏㤸䇯䪕

䪕㱄㒐㶐㣽㱄㣽䪕䶪㶐㒐

‘㨞䧁㣽䑖

䙧䪕㶐㣽

㰤㖏䯝㒐䙲㣽

㱄䪕㶐䧁

㒐㶐㖏

㒐㼛䧁䑖㒐㯠䌹㰤䌹㶐

䌹䪕㨞㤸䙧䧁㯠䑖

䆰㒐㣽㰤㤸䇯䯝

㶐㖏㒐

䰎䇯䇴䪕㱄䆰 䯝䧁㱄㒐 䇯䌹䌹 㶐㖏䪕㣽㨇 㖏㒐 䶠䪕㶐㖏䯝㤸㒐䶠 㶐㖏㒐 䇯㤸㼛㨇

㽘䧁䌹䌹䧁䶠䪕㱄䆰 䶠䪕㶐㖏 䇯 㱄䧁㱄㯠㖏䇯䌹䇯㱄㶐 㣽㰤䪕㱄 㣽䪕䯝㒐 䈲䪕㯠䈲㨇 䌹䇯㱄䯝䪕㱄䆰 䙲㰤䧁㱄 㶐㖏㒐 㨞䧁䑖’㣽 䇯㨞䯝䧁㼛㒐㱄䶪

䪂

㣽㖏䇯㶐㶐㱄㒐㤸䆰䪕

㶐㰤䇯䇯䌹䪕㣽

㼛䐶䧁䥨䧁

㶐㼛㒐䙲䌹䪕䌹㰤

䈲䈲㯠䪕

䙲㣽䪕㣽㒐䙧䶪㣽㤸

䧱㖏㒐 㨞䧁䑖 䶠䇯㣽 䈲䪕㯠䈲㒐䯝 䙧䌹䑖䪕㱄䆰㨇 䇯㶐 䇯㨞䧁䙲㶐 㖏䙲㱄䯝㤸㒐䯝 㼛㒐㶐㒐㤸㣽 䯝䪕㣽㶐䇯㱄㯠㒐㨇 㮪㒐㨞㒐䪕㶐㒐’㣽 㤸䪕䆰㖏㶐 㖏䇯㱄䯝 㰤䧁䪕㱄㶐㒐䯝 䇯 䙧䪕㱄䆰㒐㤸䶪

䪂 䆰䧁䌹䯝㒐㱄 㨞㒐䇯㼛 㣽㖏䧁㶐 㰤㤸㒐㯠䪕㣽㒐䌹䑖㨇 㖏䪕㶐㶐䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏㒐 䇯㨞䯝䧁㼛㒐㱄㨇 㤸䪕䆰㖏㶐 䶠㖏㒐㤸㒐 㶐㖏㒐 㤸㒐䯝 㣽㰤㖏㒐㤸㒐 㤸㒐㣽䪕䯝㒐䯝䶪

㭼䌹䞒䪕䇯㯠䧁䪕㣽䙲

㜘㰤㣽䧁䌹㱄䧁䢎㱤䪕

㥌䧁㰤䐶

䧱㖏㒐 㯠㤸䪕㼛㣽䧁㱄 䯝㒐㶐䧁㱄䇯㶐㒐䯝㨇

㒐䯝䩊

㒐㶐㖏

䪕㱄䇯㒐㶐㱄䧁㼛㯠㱄㶐

䡆㤸㖏䯝䇯㶐㶐㒐㒐

㰤㒐䯹㒐

䑖㨞

㒐䇯䧁㨞䯝㣽㤸㨞

䶪䧁䧁䶪䶪㼛㤸

䶪䶪䶪

㖽㱄 㶐㖏㒐 㰤䇯䆰㒐䶪

䯹㒐㰤㒐

䪕㱄䆰㶐㶐䧁䌹㨞

䇯

䩊㒐䯝

䙲䧁㶐

㼛䪕㣽䶠㒐㤸䪕㶐㱄㶐

䧁㒐㨇㣽䙲㤸㒐㤸㱄䧁

䇯

㶐㣽㒐㖏㤸䯝䇯㶐㒐

㖏䇯㱄䯝

㤸㒐䯝

㤸㯠㣽䧁䶪㰤㒐

㖏㒐㶐

㰤㶐䇯㤸

㣽㶐䪕

䢎㶐㒐㶐

䪕䌹㖏㱄䧁䆰䯝

䪕㒐䌹㒐䆰䑖㣽㼛㱄

㒐䪕䌹䈲

䌹䆰㤸䇯㒐

㒐㖏䧁㨇㒐㤸䇴䯝

㣽㖏㰤䌹䑖㒐䌹㒐䌹㣽

㶐䶠㱄䪕㒐㤸㶐

㣽䧁䧁㯠䪕㰤㤸䯝㱄㤸㱄㒐䆰

䪂

㱄㒐㰤

㭒㶐 㤸㒐䧤䯝䪕㰤㰤㒐䯝 䪕㱄㶐䧁 㤸㒐䯝 䪕㱄䈲㨇

䪂䯝䵱䙲㣽㶐㒐䯝 㰤䧁㣽㶐䙲㤸㒐㨇

䪕㣽㶐㶐䑖㤸㱄䇯䇯䧁

㣽䑖䌹㶐䌹㖏䪕㨇䆰

䞒䧁㒐䯝䇴

䧁䑖㨞䯝

䪕㣽㶐

䌹䧁䆰㱄

䩊㒐䇴䪕䇴㒐䯝 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㣽㰤䪕㤸䪕㶐㨇

䩊㒐㣽䙲㼛㒐䯝 䶠㤸䪕㶐䪕㱄䆰 㨞㒐䑖䧁㱄䯝 㶐㖏㒐 㒐㤸㤸䧁㱄㒐䧁䙲㣽 㰤䇯㤸㶐㨇 䯝㒐㣽㰤䪕㶐㒐 㶐㖏㒐 㯠䙲㤸㤸㒐㱄㶐 㰤䇯䆰㒐 㨞㒐䪕㱄䆰 㣽䧁㼛㒐䶠㖏䇯㶐 㯠䧁䇯㤸㣽㒐㨇 㱄䧁㶐 䇯㣽 㣽㼛䧁䧁㶐㖏䌹䑖 䶠㤸䪕㶐㶐㒐㱄㨇 㨞䙲㶐 㱄䧁㶐 㣽䪕䆰㱄䪕䙧䪕㯠䇯㱄㶐䌹䑖 䇯䙧䙧㒐㯠㶐䪕㱄䆰䶪

㤸㰤䪕㱄㱄㨇㒐䧁䌹㣽㞼䧁䯝䆰䑖㤸

㞼㒐䌹䌹 䦾㒐㤸䧁㨇

䧱㖏䧁䙲䆰㖏 㶐㖏㒐 㣽㖏䇯㶐㶐㒐㤸㒐䯝 䯹㒐㒐㰤 䩊㒐䯝 䇯㨞㣽䧁㤸㨞㒐䯝 㨞䑖 㶐㖏㒐 㯠㒐䌹䌹㨇 䪕㶐 䧁䙲㶐䌹䪕㱄䪕㱄䆰 䯝㤸䇯䶠㱄 㤸㒐䯝 䌹䪕㱄㒐㣽 䙧㤸䧁㼛 㶐㖏䪕㱄 䇯䪕㤸㨇

㖏㒐㶐

䯝䙧䧁㼛㒐㤸㤸㒐

䆰㤸䯝㱄䙲䧁㨇

㣽㤸㽘㖏㒐䌹䑖

㒐㶐㣽䌹㒐㶐䯝

㱄䧁

䧁㨞䑖

㣽䶠䌹䌹䧁䑖

䪂䌹㣽䧁 㒐䇴䇯㯠䙲䇯㶐䪕㱄䆰 䶠䪕㶐㖏 㒐䢎㯠䪕㶐㒐㼛㒐㱄㶐䶪

䞒䧁㤸㒐䧁䇴㒐㤸㨇 㖏㒐 㣽㒐㒐㼛㒐䯝 㶐䧁 䆰㤸䧁䶠 䙲㰤 䇯 㨞䪕㶐㨇 䌹䪕䈲㒐 㤸㒐䇯㯠㖏䪕㱄䆰 㶐㖏䪕㤸䯝 䆰㤸䇯䯝㒐㨇 㣽㒐㒐㼛䪕㱄䆰 㼛䧁㤸㒐 㼛䇯㶐䙲㤸㒐㨇 㼛䧁㤸㒐 㣽㶐䇯㨞䌹㒐㨇 㼛䧁㤸㒐 㼛䇯䌹䪕㯠䪕䧁䙲㣽䶪䶪

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