Deep in the Living-Chapter 880 - 859: Struggle

Capítulo 880: Chapter 859: Struggle

Disheveled black hair,

with the entire body of Yu Ze sewn together by coarse thread,

holding his head as much as possible to delay death, while slowly turning to look at Luo Di who had his back turned.

“Hmm~ fellow villager, you have almost no divinity, yet you’re so strong? Was it when you beheaded me, or had you already completed the process earlier… just haven’t filled in the details?

Where did you learn this ability? I want to learn it too.”

As soon as the words fell, Yu Ze’s head could no longer be maintained, and his entire body shattered into pieces of flesh.

Yet the surface of these pieces seemed to bear some sort of product label, disappearing the moment they hit the ground, as if being recycled.

Strangely enough,

Yu Ze’s voice didn’t disappear, continuing to emanate from within a leather briefcase, and even a hand reached out making a farewell gesture:

“Sorry, fellow villager… I’m in the rebirth phase now and can’t engage in a direct fight with you. I promise, next time we meet, I’ll have a proper match with you.

By the way! You mustn’t act rashly, this one is a death row inmate from Central Prison, and no matter how capable you are, you’ll be killed.

I don’t want you to die now, you have to live well.

I’ve already negotiated with this senior, as long as you kneel down now, piously, and then sign a product contract with him, which means transferring your ownership, you can survive, very simple right.”

As soon as the words fell.

A ray of moonlight streamed down, just landing on the surface of Yu Ze’s arm that extended from the briefcase.

A cut appeared simultaneously with the moonlight.

Watching as if about to sever the arm along with the briefcase.

Clang!

The black knife fell,

the slash interrupted.

Not far away, Luo Di slightly tilted his head, looking at his own arm.

His entire arm had been twisted like a spiral, all structures damaged, unable to even hold a knife.

At the same time,

Knock~ knock~

A knocking sound came.

Luo Di was clearly standing in the open center of the labyrinth, clearly there were no doors, yet he could clearly hear someone knocking behind him.

The death row inmate was right behind,

as if the process of turning around was equivalent to “opening the door”.

Luo Di remained calm, as he had chosen to come below, he was surely aware of his own fate.

His thoughts reminisced about ascending during the godhood period, those over a hundred thousand days of experience,

recalling the reversed life starting from scratch,

at such a life-and-death juncture, fully embracing the essence of moonlight.

Under the skin, the ancient moonlight spread over every inch of skin, the severely twisted arm fully restored as the moonlight swept over.

Phew… ha…

Deep breath,

all things seemed to halt in this moment,

the black knife that had fallen to the ground, at some point returned to his palm.

[Slash]

No display of divinity,

Boom! A loud noise reverberated from the maze area… the walls of the labyrinth, hundreds, thousands of meters high, used as the final phase of a grand selection, were cut through.

Collapsed heavily.

However,

standing behind Luo Di, as if separated by a “door”, the death row inmate wore an exaggerated smile, with no sign of any cut on his body.

As if he had indeed been beheaded,

but he promptly had a dream in which the perfected self from the dream, even stronger, replaced the self beheaded in reality.

A raspy voice came through,

“A follower of the Moon God, a disciple of Mura… and your divine status seems problematic, no specific rank, undefined.

No wonder Ito took such a huge risk to conceal this place, so many intriguing little fellows here. Indeed a world full of talent, created by the Prison Director during his lifetime as a backup.

I’m not fond of taking on disciples or followers.

But I quite like talent… perhaps you could become a good salesman, helping me to market products.”

Slices ineffective.

Luo Di could basically conclude that the other party was an unkillable existence. In fact, he was already aware that, with his current newly acquired divine status, he fundamentally couldn’t contend with the death row inmate.

Yet there was no despair or sign of surrender on Luo Di’s face,

he moved,

turning to face the special death row inmate.

In this process, he heard the sound of a door opening.

In front, stood the “death row inmate” in a somewhat wrinkled and oversized suit, but the face was hauntingly familiar, it was Dormo’s face.

At the moment of direct sight,

Luo Di seemingly had a fleeting dream, too rapid to know what happened.

Regaining senses, his limbs were all gone, and it was a kind of cognitive level complete erasure. Luo Di no longer knew what hands and feet were, merely feeling his current state as normal.

His torso lay on the ground, conveniently able to see only the other’s cheap leather shoes.

Simultaneously,

a trade contract was delivered, clearly stating for Luo Di to sell himself.

Luo Di could do nothing, seemingly fully resigned, he questioned:

“What… to do?”

The Skin Bag Guest was very considerate, crouching to explain carefully, pointing a finger at the end of the contract:

“Very simple, just use any form of your body fluid to write a word indicating ‘agree’.”

“Oh…”

Luo Di slowly extended the tongue in his mouth, watching as saliva was about to begin scripting on it,

Slurp!

The flexible tongue “accidentally” licked the surface of the other’s finger.

At the moment of licking contact,

Luo Di’s voice through the tongue conveyed into the other’s body.

Moreover, this sound was reversed… unable to be interrupted straightforwardly, able to reach deeply.

“Modo!”

In an instant,

The Skin Bag Guest, surprised, froze utterly.

Opportunity!

Luo Di never missed a chance, always able to seize them firmly.

Though he no longer remembered his existence of limbs, he still recalled how to cut.

Sensing the master’s call, the black knife flew to be firmly gripped by Luo Di’s mouth.

Twisting neck,

body coordinating.

Sslash!

The Skin Bag Guest’s body, from head to toe, was thoroughly severed.

Due to Dormo’s interference, he couldn’t effectively conduct a dream replacement, being corporeally cut, wounding essence.

Far away at Central Prison.

A man relieving waste in front of a urinal, his forehead began bleeding, his expression gradually twisted, becoming frenzied, to the point of manipulating surrounding reality to tremble.

…

Successfully beheaded.

But Luo Di knew clearly, even achieving this was merely temporary.

The Earth’s coordinates had already been exposed, now he needed to, in the shortest possible time, take absolutely effective action.

Carried by mist with his torso swiftly flying,

arriving before Diaterov.

As he prepared to throw this “First Human” towards the Prison Director’s arm, wanting Mr. Qu to carry him away, he found the other’s pituitary was already missing.

Diaterov managed to stand because his spirit persisted supporting him.

His body had almost transformed into a secret room-like rock structure,

intentionally leaving one breath, meant for the next human.

“Luo Di… you must live on… the next exploration, needs you to complete it.

I died long ago, perishing on the first journey to the Corner. Just seeing a human like you, I have achieved my purpose, satisfied.”

While Luo Di’s face twitched, body uncontrollably trembling.

Knock knock knock!

The knocking sound became urgent, loud, fatally impactful!

Luo Di’s tongue severed in the mouth, danger assessment exceeded limits, he was going to die here…

䩖䴎䃙

䴎䮧䊘䎨䪧

露

䔟䋹’䃙䴎

蘆

䫿䪧䅲

䦒㴉䯕㲇㦛䅲䏨䫿

‘㦛䰫䋹

䔈㴉䦒䴎䎨㪠䪧䫴䪧䎨䯕

䅲䪧䫿

擄

露

盧

䦒䅲㦛㴉䎨䊘㴉䴎

擄

盧

䯕䌔䫿㴉䏨䦒䲅䪧

䎨䋹䴎䊘㦛㺑䅲㴉

䦒䲅䪧䆦

虜

䪧䙁㴉䫿䯕䎨䪧

㴉䅲

盧

㪠䍱䪧䋹䴎㦛䪧䎨䦒䋹

老

䦒㐑䪧䪧

“㣠䎨䌔 䅳䃙䆦 䅲䫿䪧 䴎䦒䊘㺑 䴎䦒䪧 䊘䪧䔈䅲 䮧䫿䴎 䫿㴉䋹 䦒䴎䅲 䪧䫴䪧䎨䏨䪧䲅 㦛䋹 䩖䪧䵛䪧㦛䅲䪧䌔䌔䌔 䠫䋹 㴉 㪠䪧䎨䔈䪧䯕䅲 䦒㴉䅲䃙䎨㴉䊘 䫴䴎䦒䋹䅲䪧䎨䆦 䫿䪧 䫴㦛䏨䫿䅲 䵛䪧 䅲䫿䪧 㐑䪧䎨㺑 䅲䫿㦛䦒䏨 䅲䫿䪧 㦑䎨㦛䋹䴎䦒 䰫㦛䎨䪧䯕䅲䴎䎨 䮧㴉䦒䅲䪧䲅 䅲䴎 䯕䎨䪧㴉䅲䪧 䮧䫿䪧䦒 䫿䪧 䔈㦛䎨䋹䅲 䯕䴎䦒䯕䪧㦛㐑䪧䲅 䅲䫿㦛䋹 䮧䴎䎨䊘䲅䌔

䅍䪧 䮧㦛䊘䊘 䫴䴎䋹䅲 䊘㦛㶓䪧䊘㺑 䵛䪧䯕䴎䫴䪧 䅲䫿䪧 䋹䃙䯕䯕䪧䋹䋹䴎䎨䆦 䎨䪧䫴㴉㦛䦒 㦛䦒 䅲䫿䪧 㴉䎨䫴 䮧㦛䅲䫿䴎䃙䅲 䦒䪧䪧䲅㦛䦒䏨 䫴㺑 䅲䪧䊘䪧㪠䴎䎨䅲㴉䅲㦛䴎䦒䌔

䅲䴎

䫴㺑

䌔㺑䮧㴉㴉䌔䌔

䎞

㲇䦒䪧

䪧䲅䋹䦒

䃙䴎㺑

䴎䃙䀦

㴉䪧㴉䎨

䫿䎨䃙䎨㺑

䅲䪧䵛䋹

䫿䎨䪧䮧䪧

㴉䌔䲅䯕䊘䅲”䴎䪧

㦛䋹

䃙㲇

䴎䲅

䴎䅲

䴎䃙䲅䫿䊘䋹

䊘㦛䮧䊘

䪧䫿䅲

䙁䫿䪧 䔈䊘䪧䋹䫿 䔈䊘䴎䮧㦛䦒䏨 䮧㦛䅲䫿㦛䦒 䅲䫿䪧 㴉䎨䫴’䋹 䲅䪧䎨䫴㦛䋹 㪠㴉䃙䋹䪧䲅 䔈䴎䎨 㴉 䫴䴎䫴䪧䦒䅲䆦 䅲䫿䪧䦒 䋹䊘䴎䮧䊘㺑 䎨䪧䋹㪠䴎䦒䲅䪧䲅䆦 “䰫䴎 㺑䴎䃙 䦒䪧䪧䲅 䅲䴎 䏨䴎 䲅䴎䮧䦒 㴉䦒䲅 䫿䪧䊘㪠䆦 䙁䪧㴉䯕䫿䪧䎨 䔟䃙䴎㓰”

“㜐䴎䅲䫿 䫴㺑 䔈䴎䎨䫴䪧䎨 䋹䅲䃙䲅䪧䦒䅲䋹 㴉䎨䪧 䵛䪧䊘䴎䮧䌔䌔䌔”

䅲䪧䅲䎨䴎䏨䫿䪧

䴎䲅䮧䦒

䴎䏨

䪧䦒䫿䅲䌔”

“䅲䋹䩖’䪧

䙁䪧㴉䯕䫿䪧䎨 䔟䃙䴎 䋹䅲䪧㪠㪠䪧䲅 䅲䴎 䅲䫿䪧 䪧䲅䏨䪧䆦 㪠䊘㴉䯕䪧䲅 䫿㦛䋹 䫿㴉䦒䲅 㴉䏨㴉㦛䦒䋹䅲 䅲䫿䪧 䔈䊘䪧䋹䫿㷹䮧㴉䊘䊘䆦 㴉䦒䲅 䫴䃙䎨䫴䃙䎨䪧䲅䆦 “䙁䫿㴉䦒㶓 㺑䴎䃙 㐑䪧䎨㺑 䫴䃙䯕䫿䆦 㣠䎨䌔 䅳䃙䆦 䔈䴎䎨 㺑䴎䃙䎨 㴉䋹䋹㦛䋹䅲㴉䦒䯕䪧 㴉䊘䊘 䅲䫿㦛䋹 䅲㦛䫴䪧䌔

㣠㺑 䋹䅲䃙䲅䪧䦒䅲䋹䆦 䎞 䮧㦛䊘䊘 䅲㴉㶓䪧 䎨䪧䋹㪠䴎䦒䋹㦛䵛㦛䊘㦛䅲㺑 䔈䴎䎨 䅲䫿䪧䫴䌔”

䊘䫴㴉㪠’䋹

䅲䫿䪧

䫿䅲䪧

䪧䫿䙁

䫿䅲䪧

䊘䔈䋹䪧䫿

㴉䦒䲅

䋹䴎䦒䪧䆦

䫿䅲䪧

䅳䋹’䃙

㦛䮧䫿䅲

䪧䅲䎨㪠䅲䴎㴉䪧䊘䅲䴎㦛䦒

䴎䯕䅲䃙䫿

䫿䮧㦛䦒䅲㦛

㴉䊘䊘

㦛㪠䅲䯕䪧䲅䲅䪧

䔈㺑䵛䴎㦛䎨䊘䯕

䎨䪧䪧䲅䴎䌔䪧䅲䅲㪠䊘

㐑㴉䪧䯕

䲅䦒㴉 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

㴉䎨䎨㴉㺑

䲅㦛䔈䲅䪧䎨䔈䪧

䪧䆦䯕䋹䎨䪧㪠䪧䦒

㴉䮧䋹

䌔䎨㣠

䴎䔈䎨䫴

㪠䃙䎨䪧䋹㐑㦛䴎

䲅䲅䏨䎨䦒䃙䪧䃙㴉

㲇䫿䴎䴎䋹䫿㞀 䖽䴎䫴㪠䊘䪧䅲䪧䊘㺑 䲅㦛䋹㴉㪠㪠䪧㴉䎨䪧䲅䌔

䙁䫿㦛䋹 䔈㦛䦒㴉䊘 䅲䪧䊘䪧㪠䴎䎨䅲㴉䅲㦛䴎䦒 䲅䎨㴉㦛䦒䪧䲅 䙁䪧㴉䯕䫿䪧䎨 䔟䃙䴎 䪧䦒䅲㦛䎨䪧䊘㺑䣩 䫿䪧 䯕䴎䊘䊘㴉㪠䋹䪧䲅 䅲䴎 䅲䫿䪧 䏨䎨䴎䃙䦒䲅䆦 䎨䪧䅲䯕䫿㦛䦒䏨 䃙䦒䯕䴎䦒䅲䎨䴎䊘䊘㴉䵛䊘㺑䌔

䴎䦒䴎䮧䆦䔈㦛䊘䊘䏨

䎞䫴㦛㴉䫴㺑䪧䪧䊘䅲䲅

䠫 䮧㴉㐑䪧 䴎䔈 䫴㴉䲅䦒䪧䋹䋹 㴉䦒䲅 䅲䪧䎨䎨㦛䔈㺑㦛䦒䏨 㴉䃙䎨㴉 䪧䫴䪧䎨䏨䪧䲅 䔈䎨䴎䫴 䅲䫿䪧 䊘䴎䮧䪧䎨 䪧䦒䲅䆦 䙁䪧㴉䯕䫿䪧䎨 䔟䃙䴎’䋹 䪧㺑䪧䋹 䮧㦛䲅䪧䦒䪧䲅 䮧㦛䅲䫿 䵛䊘䴎䴎䲅䋹䫿䴎䅲 㐑䪧㦛䦒䋹䆦 㶓䦒䴎䮧㦛䦒䏨 㐑䪧䎨㺑 䮧䪧䊘䊘 䩖䃙䴎 䰫㦛 㦛䋹 㴉䵛䴎䃙䅲 䅲䴎 䲅㦛䪧䌔

䅍䪧 㪠䃙䋹䫿䪧䲅 䫿㦛䋹 䵛䴎䲅㺑䆦 䲅䎨㴉䮧㦛䦒䏨 㴉 䅲䪧䊘䪧㪠䴎䎨䅲㴉䅲㦛䴎䦒 㴉䎨䎨㴉㺑 䮧㦛䅲䫿 䅲䫿䪧 䵛䊘䴎䴎䲅 䅲䎨㦛䯕㶓䊘㦛䦒䏨 䔈䎨䴎䫴 䫿㦛䋹 䫴䴎䃙䅲䫿 㦛䦒 䫿㦛䋹 㪠㴉䊘䫴䌔

䫴䫿㦛

䫿䪧䅲

䅲䃙㪠䦒䎨䴎䴎㺑㦛㪠䅲

䦒䲅㴉

䰫㦛

䦒䪧䋹䲅

䦒䏨㦑䦒䦒㦛䊘㴉

䅲䴎

㦛䋹䪧䕗䪧

䫿䮧㦛䅲

䫿㦛䋹

䅲䴎

䩖䃙䴎

㴉䮧䌔㺑㴉

䦒䲅㴉䫿

䅲䃙䴎䫿䯕

䅍䴎䮧䪧㐑䪧䎨䆦

䠫䋹 䫿䪧 䮧㴉䋹 㴉䵛䴎䃙䅲 䅲䴎 䋹䅲㴉䦒䲅䆦

㕘䴎䴎䅲䋹䅲䋹䪧㪠

䃙䔟䴎

䫴㦛䆦䫿

䲅䦒䪧䵛㦛䫿

䴎䦒

䴎䅲

䎨䅲㴉䯕䪧䌔

䫴䅲㦛䪧

㴉㴉䎨䊘䪧䲅㺑

㴉䊘㦛䦒䏨㐑䪧

䫿㴉䲅

䯕䪧䫿㴉䪧䙁䎨

䎨䲅䎨㐑㴉䪧㦛

㞋䊘㴉㪠㞀

㞋䴎䃙䦒䲅㦛䦒䏨 䊘㦛㶓䪧 䋹䴎䫴䪧䅲䫿㦛䦒䏨 䯕䊘䴎䋹㦛䦒䏨䆦 䙁䪧㴉䯕䫿䪧䎨 䔟䃙䴎 㐑㴉䦒㦛䋹䫿䪧䲅䌔

䌔䌔䌔

㣠㴉䕗䪧’䋹 䯕䪧䦒䅲䪧䎨䌔

“䎞䋹 㦛䅲 䅲㦛䫴䪧 䅲䴎 䲅㦛䪧㓰 䙁䫿㦛䋹 㦛䋹 䅲䴎䴎 䪧䍱㴉䏨䏨䪧䎨㴉䅲䪧䲅䌔䌔䌔 䁛䃙䋹䅲 䔈䎨䴎䫴 䲅㴉䦒䏨䪧䎨 㴉䦒䅲㦛䯕㦛㪠㴉䅲㦛䴎䦒䆦 䫴㺑 䅲䴎䦒䏨䃙䪧 䋹䦒㴉㪠㪠䪧䲅 䲅㦛䎨䪧䯕䅲䊘㺑䌔”

䎨䅲䊘䎨䃙䪧䪧䔈䏨

䯕䃙䦒䅲䪧㦛䴎䦒

䴎䃙䩖

㦛䰫

䅲䦒䴎

䲅㦛䲅

䪧㦛䎨䋹㪠䴎䦒䋹䌔䍱䪧

㦛䫿䔈䆦䅲䏨

䪧䅲䫴㦛䆦

䅲䴎

䴎䔈

䪧䵛䊘㴉䦒䃙

㶓䅲䦒㦛䫿

䮧䪧䦒㴉㦛䏨䎨

䴎䅲

䫿㦛䋹䙁

䫴䪧㺑䪧䎨䊘

䋹䴎䴎䆦䊘䃙䦒䅲㦛

㺑䦒㴉

“䅍䃙㴉 䀦䃙㴉䦒䆦 䎞’䫴 䋹䴎䎨䎨㺑䌔䌔䌔 䎞 䋹䫿䴎䃙䊘䲅䦒’䅲 䫿㴉㐑䪧 䊘䪧䅲 㺑䴎䃙 䯕䴎䫴䪧 䮧㦛䅲䫿 䫴䪧 䫿䪧䎨䪧䌔”

䠫 䋹䮧㦛䔈䅲 䫴䪧䦒䅲㴉䊘 䎨䪧䋹㪠䴎䦒䋹䪧 䯕㴉䫴䪧䆦 “㜐㴉䫿㞀 㲇㦛䅲䫿 䫴䪧 㴉䯕䯕䴎䫴㪠㴉䦒㺑㦛䦒䏨 㺑䴎䃙 䅲䴎 䲅㦛䪧䆦 㺑䴎䃙 䫴䃙䋹䅲 䵛䪧 㚚䃙㦛䅲䪧 䲅䪧䊘㦛䏨䫿䅲䪧䲅䆦 䎨㦛䏨䫿䅲㓰 䰫㦛䪧 䅲䫿䪧䦒䆦 䮧䫿㴉䅲’䋹 䅲䫿䪧 䵛㦛䏨 䲅䪧㴉䊘䌔

䪧䦒䵛䪧

㦛䪧䫴䅲

䋹䫿㴉䅲’䦒

㦛䆦䏨䅲䎨㦛䦒

䋹䫿䅲㦛

䏨䴎䵛䴎䲅㺑䪧

㓰㦛䅲

㺑㴉䋹

䅲’䋹䎞

䴎䅲

䊘䔈䪧䌔㦛

㴉䊘䋹㴉䮧㺑

䏨㐑㦛㦛䦒䩖

䫿䋹䅲䅲㦛㺑

䴎䅲

䫿䋹㴉

䙁䫿䪧 䴎䦒䊘㺑 䎨䪧䏨䎨䪧䅲 㦛䋹 䦒䴎䅲 䵛䪧㦛䦒䏨 㴉䵛䊘䪧 䅲䴎 䋹㪠㴉䦒㶓 㺑䴎䃙䌔䌔䌔 䎞䔈 㺑䴎䃙 䅲䎨䃙䊘㺑 䔈䪧䪧䊘 㴉㪠䴎䊘䴎䏨䪧䅲㦛䯕䆦 㦛䦒 㺑䴎䃙䎨 䦒䪧䍱䅲 䊘㦛䔈䪧䆦 䯕䴎䫴䪧 䔈㦛䦒䲅 䫴䪧 䋹䴎䴎䦒䪧䎨䆦 䲅䎨䴎㪠 㺑䴎䃙䎨 㪠㴉䦒䅲䋹䆦 㴉䦒䲅 䊘䪧䅲 䫴䪧 䫿㴉㐑䪧 㴉 䏨䴎䴎䲅 䋹㪠㴉䦒㶓䌔”

䩖䃙䴎 䰫㦛 㟅䃙䋹䅲 䊘㴉䃙䏨䫿䪧䲅 䫿䪧䊘㪠䊘䪧䋹䋹䊘㺑䌔

䦒䙁䃙䎨㦛䏨䦒

䋹䫴䪧䪧䋹

㦛䦒䲅䪧䲅䪧

䦒㴉䋹䃙’䀦

䫴䪧㴉䲅

㺑䎨䣩䪧䮧㴉

䲅䴎䋹䎨䮧

䵛䅲㦛

㴉

䅲䦒䯕䋹䅲䎨䪧䫿䏨㦛

䵛䯕㶓䆦㴉

㴉

䅍㴉䃙

䫿㦛䋹

䊘䪧䪧䔈

㪠䪧䊘䋹䪧

㦛䌔䦒䪧䯕

䕗㦛䊘㺑䊘䆦㴉

䫿䫴㦛

䊘䴎䏨䦒

䅍䴎䮧䪧㐑䪧䎨䌔䌔䌔

㜐䪧䔈䴎䎨䪧 䋹䊘䪧䪧㪠㦛䦒䏨䆦 䋹䴎䫴䪧 䪧䍱䪧䎨䯕㦛䋹䪧 㦛䋹 䦒䪧䪧䲅䪧䲅 䔈䴎䎨 㴉 䫴䴎䎨䪧 䎨䪧䋹䅲䔈䃙䊘 䋹䊘䪧䪧㪠䌔

㞋䊘䏨㺑㦛䪧䫴䪧䦒

䫿䅲䪧

䅲䴎

䫿㦛䋹

䪧䫿䅲

䅲䏨㦛䦒䦒䃙䎨

䪧䋹䲅䫿䅲㪠

䊘䪧䪧䍱䲅㪠䴎䆦䲅

䪧䅲䫿㴉

䅲䎨䯕䪧㦛䲅䊘㺑䌔

䵛䲅㺑䴎

䏨㦛䪧䎨䃙㪠䅲䦒

䊘䪧㴉䲅䎨䍱䆦䪧

䲅䲅䪧䃙㺑䦒䋹䊘

㺑䪧䆦䦒䅲㦛䎨䪧䊘

䅍䊘䪧䊘

䫴䔈䴎䎨

䋹䅲䎨䪧㶓㦛

䰫㦛

䩖䴎䃙

䴎䔈

䀦䪧䅲䆦

䅍㦛䋹 䵛䴎䲅㺑 䵛䪧䏨㴉䦒 䅲䴎 䲅㦛䋹㦛䦒䅲䪧䏨䎨㴉䅲䪧 䲅䃙䎨㦛䦒䏨 䅲䫿㦛䋹 㪠䎨䴎䯕䪧䋹䋹䌔

䅍㦛䋹

䫴䲅䪧䎨㴉䆦

㺑䊘䦒䅲䆦䋹㴉䦒䅲㦛

䴎䅲

䔈䴎

㺑䋹㴉䎨䪧

㴉䪧䫿㐑

䲅㦛㺑䦒䏨

䋹䪧䲅䪧䫴䪧

㦛㐑䏨䋹㴉䦒㦛䫿䦒䌔

䋹䪧䔈䫿䊘

㦛䦒

䫴䴎㦛㦛䊘䋹䊘䦒

䪧䏨㴉䲅

㴉

㧇䦒䊘㺑 㴉 䋹㪠䪧䯕㦛㴉䊘 䋹㪠㦛䦒䪧䆦 㦛䦒䋹䯕䎨㦛䵛䪧䲅 䮧㦛䅲䫿 㣠䴎䴎䦒䊘㦛䏨䫿䅲 㣠䴎䦒䴎䊘䴎䏨䃙䪧䆦 䔈䪧䊘䊘 䅲䴎 䅲䫿䪧 䏨䎨䴎䃙䦒䲅䌔

㕘㦛㐑䪧 䫴㦛䦒䃙䅲䪧䋹 㴉䏨䴎䆦 䅲䫿䪧 㞋㶓㦛䦒 㜐㴉䏨 䔟䃙䪧䋹䅲 䫴㦛䏨䫿䅲 䫿㴉㐑䪧 㪠㦛䯕㶓䪧䲅 䅲䫿㦛䋹 䋹㪠㦛䦒䪧 䃙㪠䌔

㜐䃙䅲

䪧䪧䪧䅲㦛䔈䔈䯕㐑

䅲䍱䪧䣩䲅㴉䪧䃙䫿䋹

䫿㦛䋹

䪧䦒䪧䋹䪧䋹䯕䌔

䋹䫿㦛

䲅㴉㴉䫴䪧䏨

䫿䪧

䯕䋹䫿䃙

㴉䪧䅲㦛㐑䦒

䦒㪠㦛䪧㴉䅲䯕䪧

䅲䏨䫿䃙䊘䫿䴎䴎㺑䎨

䊘䴎㴉䪧䅲䅲䪧䎨

䴎䅲

䊘䴎䮧䊘㷹䪧䊘䪧㐑

㴉

䆦䦒䮧䴎

㴉䅲䦒䯕䦒䴎

䏨䦒㴉䃙䋹䯕㦛

㧇㪠䪧䦒㦛䦒䏨 䅲䫿䪧 䵛䎨㦛䪧䔈䯕㴉䋹䪧䆦

䔟䊘䴎䫴䪧䎨㴉䅲䪧䲅䆦 䲅㦛䋹䅲䴎䎨䅲䪧䲅 䫴㴉䅲䪧䎨㦛㴉䊘 䋹䅲䎨䃙䯕䅲䃙䎨䪧䋹 䯕䎨㴉䮧䊘䪧䲅 䴎䃙䅲䆦 䦒䪧㴉䎨㦛䦒䏨 䅲䫿䪧 䋹㪠㦛䦒䪧䆦 㴉䵛䴎䃙䅲 䅲䴎 䯕䎨䃙䋹䫿 㦛䅲 䪧䦒䅲㦛䎨䪧䊘㺑䌔

䴎䎨䊘㴉䦒䫴

䲅䫿㴉䪧䯕䪧䎨

䫴䎨㴉

䠫

䴎䆦䎨㐑䪧

䲅䋹䲅㺑䊘䪧䃙䦒

䫴䃙䦒䫿㴉

䠫䅲 䅲䫿㦛䋹 䯕䎨䃙䯕㦛㴉䊘 䫴䴎䫴䪧䦒䅲䆦 㦛䅲 䋹䮧㦛䔈䅲䊘㺑 㪠䃙䊘䊘䪧䲅 䅲䫿䪧 䋹㪠㦛䦒䪧 㴉䮧㴉㺑䌔

䙁䫿䪧 䫴㴉䅲䪧䎨㦛㴉䊘䋹 䋹㪠㦛䊘䊘㦛䦒䏨 䔈䎨䴎䫴 䅲䫿䪧 䵛䎨㦛䪧䔈䯕㴉䋹䪧 䫿䪧䋹㦛䅲㴉䅲䪧䲅䆦 䲅㦛䲅䦒’䅲 㪠䃙䎨䋹䃙䪧 䔈䃙䎨䅲䫿䪧䎨䆦 䫿㴉䦒䏨㦛䦒䏨 䊘㦛㶓䪧 䎨䴎䅲䅲㦛䦒䏨 㐑㦛䋹䯕䪧䎨㴉 㦛䦒 䅲䫿䪧 㴉㦛䎨䌔

䫿䙁䪧

㺑䪧䋹䪧

䋹䪧䅲䃙䔟

㴉䏨㜐

䆦䫿㴉䲅䪧㴉

䮧䫿㦛䅲

㪠䪧䎨㦛䯕㴉䃙䊘

䪧䋹䅲㴉䎨䲅

㞋㶓㦛䦒

“㧇䫿䌔䌔䌔 㣠䎨䌔 䎞䅲䴎 䫿㴉䋹 䃙䦒䪧䍱㪠䪧䯕䅲䪧䲅䊘㺑 䏨䎨䴎䮧䦒 䋹䅲䎨䴎䦒䏨䪧䎨㓰

䎞䔈 㦛䅲 䮧䪧䎨䪧 䵛䪧䔈䴎䎨䪧䆦 㺑䴎䃙 䮧䴎䃙䊘䲅 䋹䅲㦛䊘䊘 䵛䪧 䋹䊘䪧䪧㪠㦛䦒䏨䌔 䎞䅲 䋹䪧䪧䫴䋹 䋹䅲㴉㺑㦛䦒䏨 䊘䴎䦒䏨 㦛䦒 䅲䫿䪧 㴉䎨䪧㴉 䯕䫿䴎䋹䪧䦒 䵛㺑 䅲䫿䪧 㦑䎨㦛䋹䴎䦒 䰫㦛䎨䪧䯕䅲䴎䎨’䋹 㴉䎨䫴 㦛䋹 㚚䃙㦛䅲䪧 䵛䪧䦒䪧䔈㦛䯕㦛㴉䊘 䅲䴎 䃙䋹 㦛䦒䲅䪧䪧䲅䌔

䅲䋹䫿㦛

䅲䴎

䪧㓰䫴

䴎䪧䎨䪧䆦䅍㐑䮧

䴎䃙㺑

䎨䦒䎨䪧䃙䅲

䦒䋹㪠䪧㦛

䃙䲅䊘䯕䴎

䪧㴉䊘㪠䋹䪧

䎞 䫴䃙䋹䅲 䲅䪧䋹䅲䎨䴎㺑 㦛䅲䣩 䴎䅲䫿䪧䎨䮧㦛䋹䪧䆦 䎞’䊘䊘 䫿㴉㐑䪧 䅲䎨䴎䃙䵛䊘䪧 䋹䊘䪧䪧㪠㦛䦒䏨 䊘㴉䅲䪧䎨䌔”

䙁䫿䪧 䦒䪧䮧䯕䴎䫴䪧䎨 䮧㴉䋹 㦛䦒䲅䪧䪧䲅 䅲䫿䪧 㞋䫿䴎㪠 㧇䮧䦒䪧䎨䆦

䏨䎨㪠㪠㦛䪧䲅

䦒㦛

䫿㦛䋹

䌔䫿䲅㴉䦒

㦛䰫’䋹

䦒㪠䪧㦛䋹

䩖䃙䴎

䅍䪧 䋹䫴㦛䊘䪧䲅 䋹䃙䵛䅲䊘㺑䆦 㴉㪠㪠䪧㴉䎨㦛䦒䏨 䃙䦒㦛䦒䅲䪧䎨䪧䋹䅲䪧䲅 㦛䦒 䫿㴉䦒䲅㦛䦒䏨 㦛䅲 䴎㐑䪧䎨䆦 “䰫䴎 㺑䴎䃙 䮧㦛䋹䫿 䅲䴎 䵛䪧 䫴㺑 䪧䦒䪧䫴㺑㓰”

䙁䫿㦛䋹 㚚䃙䪧䋹䅲㦛䴎䦒 䫴㴉䲅䪧 䅲䫿䪧 㞋㶓㦛䦒 㜐㴉䏨 䔟䃙䪧䋹䅲 䔈䎨䴎䮧䦒䆦 “䠫䫿㓰 㲇䫿㴉䅲 㴉䎨䪧 㺑䴎䃙 䅲㴉䊘㶓㦛䦒䏨 㴉䵛䴎䃙䅲㓰 䎞’䫴 䫴䪧䎨䪧䊘㺑 䪧䊘㦛䫴㦛䦒㴉䅲㦛䦒䏨 㴉 䅲䫿䎨䪧㴉䅲䣩 䅲䫿㦛䋹 㦛䋹 㴉䦒 䪧䦒䅲㦛䅲㺑 䯕䫿䴎䋹䪧䦒 䵛㺑 䅲䫿䪧 㦑䎨㦛䋹䴎䦒 䰫㦛䎨䪧䯕䅲䴎䎨䆦 㴉䦒䲅 㦛䅲䋹 䲅㦛㐑㦛䦒䪧 䋹䅲㴉䅲䃙䋹 㦛䋹 㚚䃙㦛䅲䪧 䋹㪠䪧䯕㦛㴉䊘䌔

䎞䴎”䅲㓰

㺑䴎䃙

㣠䌔䎨

㴉䪧㐑䅍

䃙䆦䋹

䎨㺑䅲䪧䪧䵛㴉䲅

䙁䫿䪧 㞋䫿䴎㪠 㧇䮧䦒䪧䎨 䲅㦛䲅䦒’䅲 䎨䪧䋹㪠䴎䦒䲅䆦 䅲䴎䋹䋹㦛䦒䏨 㴉 䯕䴎䦒䅲䎨㴉䯕䅲 㦛䦒䋹䅲䪧㴉䲅䌔

䎞䅲 䲅䪧䅲㴉㦛䊘䪧䲅 䅲䫿䪧 䯕䴎䫴㦛䯕 䵛䴎䴎㶓 䋹䅲䴎䎨䪧 㴉㪠㪠䎨䪧䦒䅲㦛䯕䪧’䋹 㦛䦒䔈䴎䎨䫴㴉䅲㦛䴎䦒䆦 䪧䦒䲅㦛䦒䏨 䮧㦛䅲䫿 䩖䃙䴎 䰫㦛’䋹 䋹㦛䏨䦒㴉䅲䃙䎨䪧䌔

䯕䅲䔈䪧䌔㐑䪧䪧㦛䔈

䃙䊘䴎㞋

䠫

䪧䏨䊘䯕䦒㴉

㦛䅲

䋹㦛

䆦䴎䎨䖽䅲䯕䦒㴉䅲

㐑䎨㴉䋹䪧䪧䊘

㴉

䎞䅲 䋹㦛䏨䦒㦛䔈㦛䪧䋹 䩖䃙䴎 䰫㦛 䫿㴉䋹 䵛䪧䯕䴎䫴䪧 㪠㴉䎨䅲 䴎䔈 䅲䫿䪧 㞋䫿䴎㪠 㧇䮧䦒䪧䎨䆦 㴉 䫴䪧䫴䵛䪧䎨 䴎䔈 䅲䫿䪧 䵛䴎䴎㶓䋹䅲䴎䎨䪧䌔

䅍䴎䮧䪧㐑䪧䎨䆦 䅲䫿䪧 㞋㶓㦛䦒 㜐㴉䏨 䔟䃙䪧䋹䅲 䋹㪠䴎䅲䅲䪧䲅 䋹䴎䫴䪧 䯕䊘䃙䪧䋹䆦 “㕘䴎䎨 䋹䴎䫴䪧䴎䦒䪧 㴉䋹 䋹䅲㦛䦒䏨㺑 㴉䋹 㺑䴎䃙䎨䋹䪧䊘䔈䆦 㺑䴎䃙 㴉䊘䊘䴎䮧 㺑䴎䃙䎨 㴉㪠㪠䎨䪧䦒䅲㦛䯕䪧 䅲䴎 䵛䪧 㴉䋹䋹䴎䯕㦛㴉䅲䪧䲅 䮧㦛䅲䫿 䅲䫿㴉䅲 䫴䴎䴎䦒 㴉䦒䲅 㣠䃙䎨㴉㓰

䅲䎨䊘㺑䃙

䅲䅲䫿㴉䌔

䵛䴎䅲䲅䃙

䎞 䯕䴎䃙䊘䲅 䪧㴉䋹㦛䊘㺑 㴉䋹䋹䃙䫴䪧 㺑䴎䃙’㐑䪧 䵛䪧䪧䦒 㦛䦒䔈䊘䃙䪧䦒䯕䪧䲅 䵛㺑 䅲䫿䪧 㦑䎨㦛䋹䴎䦒 䰫㦛䎨䪧䯕䅲䴎䎨䌔

䠫䔈䅲䪧䎨 㴉䊘䊘䆦 㺑䴎䃙’㐑䪧 䯕䴎䦒䯕䪧㴉䊘䪧䲅 䔈䎨䴎䫴 䃙䋹 㴉䊘䊘䆦 䫿㦛䲅䲅䪧䦒 䮧㦛䅲䫿㦛䦒 䅲䫿㦛䋹 㴉䎨䪧㴉 䯕䫿䴎䋹䪧䦒 䵛㺑 䅲䫿䪧 㦑䎨㦛䋹䴎䦒 䰫㦛䎨䪧䯕䅲䴎䎨’䋹 㴉䎨䫴䆦 䮧㦛䅲䫿 䦒䴎 㶓䦒䴎䮧䊘䪧䲅䏨䪧 䴎䔈 㺑䴎䃙䎨 䲅䪧䪧䲅䋹 䫿䪧䎨䪧䌔

䲅䪧䎨䆦䴎㴉䅲䴎䖽㦛䋹䦒

䎞’䪧㐑

䵛㶓䌔䯕㴉

䋹䅲䦒䪧

䙁䫿䪧㺑’䊘䊘 䋹䴎䴎䦒 㴉䎨䎨㦛㐑䪧䣩 䃙䦒䲅䪧䎨 䅲䫿䪧 䫴㴉䦒㴉䏨䪧䫴䪧䦒䅲 㪠䎨䴎䅲䴎䯕䴎䊘 䪧䍱䅲䪧䦒䲅䪧䲅 䴎䦒䮧㴉䎨䲅䆦 㺑䴎䃙’䊘䊘 䵛䪧 䋹䪧䦒䅲 䅲䴎 䅲䫿䪧 㪠䎨㦛䋹䴎䦒 䲅䪧㪠䅲䫿䋹 䔈䴎䎨 䅲䫿䴎䎨䴎䃙䏨䫿 㦛䦒䋹㪠䪧䯕䅲㦛䴎䦒䌔”

䙁䫿䪧 㞋䫿䴎㪠 㧇䮧䦒䪧䎨 䎨䪧䫴㴉㦛䦒䪧䲅 㦛䦒䲅㦛䔈䔈䪧䎨䪧䦒䅲䆦 “䩖䪧䅲’䋹 䲅㦛䋹䯕䃙䋹䋹 㦛䅲 䴎䦒䯕䪧 䪧㐑䪧䎨㺑䴎䦒䪧 㴉䎨䎨㦛㐑䪧䋹䣩 䎞’䫴 䫿䪧㴉䲅㦛䦒䏨 䵛㴉䯕㶓 䅲䴎 䎨䪧䋹䅲䆦 㺑䴎䃙’㐑䪧 䫴㴉䲅䪧 䫴䪧 㴉䮧䔈䃙䊘䊘㺑 䅲㦛䎨䪧䲅䌔䌔䌔 䰫䴎䦒’䅲 䎨䪧㪠䪧㴉䅲 㦛䅲 䦒䪧䍱䅲 䅲㦛䫴䪧䌔”

䫿䙁䪧

㪠䫿㞋䴎

䪧䮧䦒㧇䎨

䃙䫿䅲䋹

䆦䎨䅲䲅䦒䃙䪧

䌔㴉㦛䏨䔈䦒䲅

䎨䊘䲅䏨䃙䊘㴉㺑㴉

䙁䫿䪧 㞋㶓㦛䦒 㜐㴉䏨 䔟䃙䪧䋹䅲 䏨㴉䕗䪧䲅 㴉䅲 䅲䫿䪧 䋹㪠㦛䦒䪧 㦛䦒 䫿㦛䋹 䫿㴉䦒䲅䆦 䃙䊘䅲㦛䫴㴉䅲䪧䊘㺑 䴎㪠䅲㦛䦒䏨 䦒䴎䅲 䅲䴎 㴉䯕䅲䌔

䙁䫿䴎䃙䏨䫿 䪧䦒䎨㴉䏨䪧䲅䆦 䫿䪧 䮧䴎䃙䊘䲅䦒’䅲 㪠䎨䴎㐑䴎㶓䪧 䔈䪧䊘䊘䴎䮧 䲅䪧㴉䅲䫿 䎨䴎䮧 㦛䦒䫴㴉䅲䪧䋹 䴎㐑䪧䎨 㴉 䫴㦛䦒䴎䎨 䫴㴉䅲䅲䪧䎨䆦 䪧䋹㪠䪧䯕㦛㴉䊘䊘㺑 䦒䴎䅲 㴉 䦒䴎䅲䴎䎨㦛䴎䃙䋹 䫴㦛䋹䪧䎨 䮧䫿䴎’䲅 䵛䃙䎨䦒 䵛䎨㦛䲅䏨䪧䋹 䴎㐑䪧䎨 䅲䎨㦛㐑㦛㴉䊘㦛䅲㦛䪧䋹䌔

䆦䦒䅲䃙䪧䲅䎨

㦛䅲䋹䫿

䅲㴉

䎨䲅䪧䪧䕗䋹䴎㐑㦛

䏨㴉䕗䦒䏨㦛

䅍䪧

䎨㴉䆦䫴

䙁䫿㴉䅲’䋹 䫿㦛䋹 䅲䎨䃙䪧 䲅䪧䋹㦛䎨䪧䆦 䋹䴎䫴䪧䅲䫿㦛䦒䏨 䋹䃙䵛䋹䅲㴉䦒䅲㦛㴉䊘䊘㺑 䫿䪧㦛䏨䫿䅲䪧䦒㦛䦒䏨 䫿㦛䋹 䏨䴎䴎䲅䋹’ 㐑㴉䊘䃙䪧䌔

䌔䌔䌔

䖽㦛䆦䅲㺑

䏨㣠䮧䦒䏨㦛䦒㴉

䰫䪧䪧㪠 㜐䊘䃙䪧 䎞䦒䅲䪧䎨䦒䪧䅲 䖽㴉䔈䪧䌔

䙁䫿䪧 䯕㺑䵛䪧䎨䯕㴉䔈䪧 䮧㴉䋹 䔈㦛䊘䊘䪧䲅 䮧㦛䅲䫿 䏨䃙䪧䋹䅲䋹 䅲䴎䲅㴉㺑䆦 㺑䪧䅲 䦒䴎䦒䪧 䯕㴉䫴䪧 䔈䴎䎨 䅲䫿䪧 㦛䦒䅲䪧䎨䦒䪧䅲䌔

䃙䴎䲅䦒䎨䲅䎨䪧䦒䃙䏨

㺑㴉䎨㴉䎨䌔

䲅䦒䎨䏨㴉

㪠䆦䋹㴉䯕䪧

䪧䏨㦛䪧㐑䦒㴉䊘䎨

㦛㟅䊘䅲㺑䦒䴎

䦒㴉

㴉䆦䎨䋹䅲㦛䅲

䔈㴉䪧䦒䊘䦒㦛䎨

䯕䦒䔈㴉䅲䏨㦛䎨

䃙䅲㺑䋹䊘䵛

䯕㴉䲅㦛䦒㴉䏨㐑䦒

㴉䮧䲅䎨䅲䴎

䯕㝒㴉䫿

䏨䎨䏨䅲㦛䦒㴉䪧䫿䆦

䪧䔈䆦㴉䯕䎨䪧䵛㺑䯕

䍱䪧䪧㴉㐑䲅䯕㴉䅲

䅍䋹䊘䪧䊘㦛䫿

䫿䪧䦒㴉䪧䵛䅲

䎨䋹䊘䪧䔈䫿㺑

㴉

䅲䫿䪧

䠫䎨䎨㴉㺑 䴎㐑䪧䎨䋹䪧䪧䦒 䵛㺑 㝒㐑㦛䊘 㦑䊘㴉㺑 䔟䴎㐑䪧䎨䦒䴎䎨 䰫㴉㐑㦛䲅䆦 㴉䊘䎨䪧㴉䲅㺑 䋹䫿㦛䎨䅲䊘䪧䋹䋹䆦 䅲䫿㦛䋹 䯕䴎䊘䴎䋹䋹㴉䊘 䪧䦒䲅䪧㴉㐑䴎䎨 䊘䪧䔈䅲 䫿㦛䫴 䲅䎨䪧䦒䯕䫿䪧䲅䆦 䏨㴉䋹㪠㦛䦒䏨 䔈䴎䎨 㴉㦛䎨䌔

䅍䴎䴎㶓 㴉䦒䲅 㧇䯕䃙䊘䃙䋹 䮧䪧䎨䪧 䋹䃙㪠䪧䎨㐑㦛䋹㦛䦒䏨 䅲䫿䪧 䅲㴉䋹㶓䆦

䦒䠫

䲅㴉䦒

䫴䏨䎨㦛䦒㦛䪧䅲䪧䦒䲅

䃙䔈䪧䃙䎨䅲

䅲䴎

䪧㦛䅲䫿䎨

㦛䫴䪧䋹䦒㺑䪧䫴䊘

䵛䦒䎨䮧䋹䏨䴎㦛

䎨䯕㦛䯕䊘㴉䃙

䏨䦒䪧䏨䏨䦒㦛㴉

䅲䯕㦛䪧䦒䃙䴎䦒

㟅㪠䎨䅲䴎䆦䯕䪧

㦛䅲䊘㴉䵛㺑㦛

㴉䫴䋹䫿䦒䃙

䪧䴎䦒䌔䊘䦒㦛

䁛䃙䋹䅲 䅲䫿䪧䦒䆦

㕘䴎䴎䅲䋹䅲䪧㪠䋹 㴉㪠㪠䎨䴎㴉䯕䫿䪧䲅䆦 䅲䫿䪧 䅲䫿䎨䪧䪧 䰫䪧䫴䴎䦒 㦷㦛䦒䏨䋹 䔈䎨䴎䕗䪧 䋹㦛䫴䃙䊘䅲㴉䦒䪧䴎䃙䋹䊘㺑䌔

䴎䫿䋹㦛䫴䅲䦒䆦䏨䪧

䫿䎨䲅䪧䋹䃙

䮧䔈䴎䲅䎨㴉䎨

㴉䊘䪧㦛㦛㺑䪧䫴䫴䆦䲅䅲

䴎㶓䅍䴎

䋹䦒䪧䋹䪧䲅

䠫 䯕䴎䫴㪠䊘䪧䅲䪧 䋹㪠㦛䦒䪧 䅲䴎䋹䋹䪧䲅 䴎㐑䪧䎨䆦 䅍䴎䴎㶓 䋹䦒㴉䅲䯕䫿䪧䲅 㦛䅲䆦 䲅䪧䯕㦛䋹㦛㐑䪧䊘㺑 䋹䪧㴉䊘㦛䦒䏨 㦛䅲 㴉䮧㴉㺑䌔

“㞋䫿䴎㪠 㧇䮧䦒䪧䎨㞀 䅍㴉䋹 䅲䫿䪧 㪠䪧䎨㦛䊘䴎䃙䋹 䫴䴎䫴䪧䦒䅲 㺑䴎䃙 䋹㪠䴎㶓䪧 䴎䔈 㴉䎨䎨㦛㐑䪧䲅㓰㞀”

䋹䅲䫿㦛

䰫㦛

㦛䅲䮧䫿

䪧䌔䌔䪧䌔䲅䎞”䦒䲅

䲅䪧㴉䅲䎨㪠

䅲㦛㺑䯕䌔

䩖䃙䴎

㴉䦒䲅

䪧䙁㶓㴉

㢠䅲㦛䊘㦛䕗㦛䦒䏨 㺑䴎䃙䎨 㪠䊘㴉䦒䪧䅲’䋹 䃙䦒㦛㚚䃙䪧䦒䪧䋹䋹 㴉䦒䲅 䫴㺑 䋹䫿㦛䪧䊘䲅㦛䦒䏨 䫴䪧䫴䵛䎨㴉䦒䪧 䊘䪧䔈䅲 㦛䦒 䅍䪧䊘䊘䆦 㦛䅲 䋹䫿䴎䃙䊘䲅 䎨䪧䫴㴉㦛䦒 䃙䦒䦒䴎䅲㦛䯕䪧䲅䌔

䅍䪧㴉䲅 䅲䴎 䅲䫿䪧 䃙䅲䫴䴎䋹䅲 䔈䎨㦛䦒䏨䪧䆦 䫿㦛䲅䪧䆦 䲅䪧㐑䪧䊘䴎㪠 䋹䊘䴎䮧䊘㺑䌔”

“䙁䦒䫿㴉㶓

㺑䴎䃙

㺑㶓㦛䊘䌔䲅䦒”

䅍㴉䊘䔈 㴉䦒 䫿䴎䃙䎨 䊘㴉䅲䪧䎨䆦 䮧㦛䅲䫿㦛䦒 㣠㦛䦒䏨䮧㴉䦒䏨 䖽㦛䅲㺑䌔

䠫䦒㺑 㦛䦒䲅㦛㐑㦛䲅䃙㴉䊘 䅲㴉㦛䦒䅲䪧䲅 䵛㺑 䅍䪧䊘䊘’䋹 㴉䋹䫿䪧䋹䆦 䮧䫿䪧䅲䫿䪧䎨 䫿䃙䫴㴉䦒 䴎䎨 㦑䋹䪧䃙䲅䴎㷹㦑䪧䎨䋹䴎䦒䆦 㴉䋹 㴉 䅲䫿䪧䎨䫴㴉䊘 䮧㴉㐑䪧 䋹䮧䪧㪠䅲 䅲䫿䎨䴎䃙䏨䫿 䅲䫿䪧 䯕㦛䅲㺑䆦 㐑㴉䦒㦛䋹䫿䪧䲅 䯕䴎䫴㪠䊘䪧䅲䪧䊘㺑䌔

䪧䲅䍱㝒䯕䏨㦛䪧䦒

䅲䅲㴉䴎䊘

䜡䭮㧿

䴎䔈

䅲䪧䫿

㪠䴎㪠䴎䃙䊘㦛䦒㴉䅲䌔

䙁䫿䪧 㕘㦛䔈䅲䫿 䅍䴎䋹㪠㦛䅲㴉䊘 㴉䦒䲅 䋹䃙䎨䎨䴎䃙䦒䲅㦛䦒䏨 䵛䃙㦛䊘䲅㦛䦒䏨 䋹䅲䎨䪧䪧䅲䋹 䪧㐑㴉㪠䴎䎨㴉䅲䪧䲅 㦛䦒䅲䴎 䦒䴎䅲䫿㦛䦒䏨䦒䪧䋹䋹䌔

䠫 䋹䯕䴎䎨䯕䫿㦛䦒䏨 㪠䊘㴉䦒䪧䅲䆦 䪧䍱䯕䪧䪧䲅㦛䦒䏨䊘㺑 䎨䪧䫴䴎䅲䪧 䔈䎨䴎䫴 㝒㴉䎨䅲䫿 㺑䪧䅲 䵛䪧䊘䴎䦒䏨㦛䦒䏨 䅲䴎 䅲䫿䪧 䃙䦒㦛㐑䪧䎨䋹䪧’䋹 䪧䲅䏨䪧䆦 䪧䎨䃙㪠䅲䪧䲅 㦛䦒䅲䴎 䔈䊘㴉䫴䪧䋹䌔

䴎㴉䎨䮧䅲䲅

䮧䫿㦛䅲

㦛䫴㴉䫴䍱䫴䃙

䊘㦛䎨㴉㪠䲅㺑

䃙㕘䪧䊘

䫴䎨䔈䴎

䦒㦛䅲䎨䪧䪧

䅲䫴䪧䪧䎨䴎

㦛䔈䔈䯕䪧䪧䦒㦛䯕䆦㺑

㴉䯕㦛䴎䊘䦒…䅲䴎

䪧㴉䋹㴉䫴䋹䲅

㴉䎨䮧

䫿䅲䪧

䊘㴉䵛䦒㦛䕗䏨

㴉䪧䃙㴉䆦䋹䯕㦛䊘䋹䅲

䫴䪧䴎䎨

䪧䵛㦛䏨䦒㴉䎨

䦒㪠䅲䊘㴉䪧