novelraw Chapter 1548: 6: Phantasmagoria Syndrome
Chapter 1548: 6: Phantasmagoria Syndrome
Capítulo 1548: Chapter 6: Phantasmagoria Syndrome
There was no satisfaction from deep slumber, nor the weariness of light sleep, as if lying in bed with eyes open and shut, a new day arrives.
The Living Tree had long since awoken and, as usual, sat on the bed basking in the sun. The other hospital bed remained empty, without a new patient.
“Good morning, Little Linna.”
Lu Li returned the greeting and then gazed at the “peaceful” face of the Living Tree basking in the sun.
As if it were an illusion, he noticed that the wrinkles on the bark of the Living Tree had disappeared significantly—at least the face no longer looked old.
Putting on his trench coat, Lu Li left the ward. First, he brought anti-inflammatory medicine to the ulcerated boy in exchange for a caramel, then slowed down as he passed by room 208 but didn’t see that man bullying the boy again.
Arriving at ward 210, Lu Li narrated the story of the ulcerated boy to Mildred Hampri.
“I’m glad the anti-inflammatory medicine can be of use…”
But the old woman had no intention of giving Lu Li another pill. So he spoke of the man bullying the boy in ward 208, to which Mildred Hampri shook her head, saying his story was incomplete.
It seemed that “resolving a patient” constituted a complete story.
Without getting a pill, only a piece of caramel, Lu Li returned to the hallway. Just then, an uproar of shouting echoed from a ward ahead.
Da da da—
Lu Li headed towards the nurse’s station, his footsteps echoing in the corridor. As if disturbed, the cursing abruptly stopped. And as Lu Li passed by ward 208, the door suddenly opened, revealing a sinister face.
“Did you tell the nurse?”
Lu Li kept his distance from the man inside, not denying, “If you do anything again, the nurse will find you.”
Bam—
The sinister man’s response was to slam the door shut, the disordered wind scattering the black hair on his forehead.
Lu Li paused for a moment in front of the door, heard the dull scolding resume, then turned to walk toward the nurse’s station.
“I heard the man in ward 208 bullying that boy again. I tried to stop him, but he later threatened me.”
This time the head nurse was behind a curtain. After Lu Li recounted the events, a heavy voice came from behind the curtain, “Don’t worry, child, I’ll stand up for you.”
The curtain was drawn back with a swish, revealing the true form of the head nurse on the second floor to Lu Li—it was an old skeleton without flesh or blood. Like the bones of a lizard and a dragon, the snout was long and wide.
Lu Li confirmed that he indeed suffered from delusions; otherwise, it was hard to explain how this skeletal structure, like a specimen without flesh and organs, could make sounds.
And then, strangely—what triggered the association of “delusion”?
Lu Li followed the skeletal head nurse and found that the door to ward 205 was open but had no time to investigate, following the head nurse into ward 208, where the sinister and emaciated man’s face looked unpleasant.
“Gatekeeper, you’re bullying the boy again.” The head nurse accused the silent, sinister man, “I don’t want to see you bullying this child again. If it happens again… you know the consequences.”
The head nurse turned to Lu Li, the heavy voice becoming gentle, “Thank you, child.”
“It’s what I should do.”
After warning the sinister man, the head nurse left the ward, while the so-called “consequences” made the sinister man wary and afraid to vent his anger on Lu Li.
As Lu Li prepared to leave with the head nurse, the boy called “Dog Meat” suddenly called out to Lu Li, expressing gratitude and giving him a dried fish.
Lu Li accepted Dog Meat’s gift. Now, he had a story for Mildred Hampri.
Before leaving, Lu Li asked both the “Gatekeeper” and the “Pig Man” the same question, “Do you need help?”
The former replied coldly, “I just want you to disappear from my sight quickly,” while the latter gave an incomprehensible pig snort.
Lu Li left the ward to explore the now-open ward 205: Inside were three patients: a gentle lady with long hair draped over her shoulders, a tall figure wearing a dirty coat and a faded scarf covering half of his face, and…
A ship lying on the hospital bed.
Lu Li thought it might be time for the doctor to reassess his condition.
He inquired of the three patients in turn, and as expected, the ship’s response to Lu Li was a steam whistle. When he asked the tall figure, “Do you need help?” he asked Lu Li in return.
Only the gentle lady requested, “Could you get me some yarn? I want to knit a sweater for Michael.”
Lu Li didn’t know where to find yarn, but he agreed to help her.
Growing more familiar with the place, Lu Li continued to interact with other wards, only to find many doors were closed, including ward 210.
He lingered at the door, and just then, a nurse emerged from the end in room 213. A kind of gaze accompanied by “da da” footsteps until the nurse entered a room and it vanished.
After a brief hesitation, Lu Li did not knock on the closed ward door but instead approached the wheelchair-bound girl.
The humming lullaby gradually emerged, only to fade away as Lu Li passed by.
Lu Li stopped in front of ward 213, an intermingling of relief and disappointment—its door was closed. He need not confront the unknown fears, but neither could he face them.
Turning and retracing his steps, Lu Li found that at some point, the outside window had been blocked by layers of pale mist with a slight yellow hue.
The sixth twilight arrived without warning.
At this seemingly randomly occurring twilight, Lu Li escorted the wheelchair girl back to ward 201.
[Thank you]
The sign the wheelchair girl held was the same as yesterday.
“Do you need help?” Lu Li asked her.
The wheelchair girl paused slightly, writing on paper: [I don’t know]
But Lu Li noticed her skirt looked like a dance dress.
Perhaps she longed to dance again? Or wanted a brand new dress?
As if urging Lu Li to leave quickly, an unusual darkness swiftly replaced twilight, making Lu Li leave in a hurry, narrowly missing the chance to return to ward 204 before nightfall.
Using a piece of caramel to secure a second quiet night, Lu Li approached the door, opened a crack, and observed the corridor under the night.
Silent tranquility flowed.
What’s different between the hospital at night and during the day?
Lu Li couldn’t decide. He might return without any results, or encounter unusual situations… like the lock to the activity area being unlocked, or the door at the end of the corridor, ward 213, being open.
No nurses or security guards were patrolling; if he was careful…
Lu Li continued observing for a few more minutes, confirming no presence in the corridor, confirming that the Living Tree had fallen asleep, then opening the door to step out of the ward.
Leaning against the wall, he quietly traversed the silent corridor, devoid of any light. The light sound of shoe soles touching the floor was the only sound on the second floor. But soon, Lu Li heard incomprehensible murmurs from the dark depths, like whispers, like chants, like murmurs.
Just when Lu Li determined the sound came from the stairs, the surrounding darkness suddenly thickened and writhed, engulfing him in an instant…
Lu Li suddenly opened his eyes.
He laid on the hospital bed, and the previous night’s exploration of the corridor seemed like nothing but a Nightmare, only the number “seven” on the calendar on his bedside table told Lu Li that it wasn’t a mere dream.
盧
“䠶㫪㵗㵗
盧
䃴䘡”㠖
㢽䃴
䘡㲶䈸㹅䍟㿎㵗䈸
老
蘆
䥷㲶㠖
爐
老
魯
擄
路
擄”䠶㵗㵗㫪 㹅㵗㲶䈸䘡䈸䍟㠖”
㲉㹸䋁 㞅䘡㠾䘡䈸䍟 䥐㲶䋁䋁 㹸㻍㪀 䀥㹸㻍䈸䍟䋁㫪 䋁㠾䋁䈸 㹅㵗㲶䋁 㪀䘡䈸䀥䋁 䴫䋁㪀䥐䋁㲶㫪㻍䴫—䥐㹸䋁 䄃㲶䘡䈸䁭㞅䋁㫪 㭞㻍㲶䁭 㹸㻍㪀 㪀㹸䋁㫪 䥐㵗 㭞䋁䀥㵗㹅䋁 㲶䋁㞅㻍䥐䘡㠾䋁㞅䴫 㪀㹅㵗㵗䥐㹸㿎 㻍㪀 㗿㞅㻍䥐 㻍㪀 㭞䘡㲶䀥㹸 㭞㻍㲶䁭㠖 㲉㹸䋁 㞅䘡㹅㭞㪀 䥐㹸㻍䥐 㹸㻍㫪 䥐㢽㲶䈸䋁㫪 䘡䈸䥐㵗 㲶㵗㵗䥐㪀 㹸㻍㠾䋁 㲶䋁䍟㻍䘡䈸䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㵗㢽䥐㞅䘡䈸䋁 㵗㗿 㭞㵗㫪䴫 䍢㻍㲶䥐㪀㿎 㭞㢽䥐 䥐㹸䋁 䍢㻍㞅㹅㪀 㻍䈸㫪 㗿䋁䋁䥐 㻍㲶䋁 㪀䥐䘡㞅㞅 㪀䥐㢽䀥䁭 䥐㵗䍟䋁䥐㹸䋁㲶㿎 㞅䘡䁭䋁 䄃䋁㻍㲶䘡䈸䍟 㻍 䀥㞅㢽㹅㪀䴫 䥐㹸䋁㻍䥐㲶䘡䀥㻍㞅 䀥㵗㪀䥐㢽㹅䋁㠖
䋁䋁㲶㪀䋁㭞㹅㪀㞅
㻍
䋁㹅㵗㲶
䈸䥐㻍㹸
㞅㠾䈸䘡䘡䍟
䫹䄃㵗
㹸䥐䋁
㲶㪀䈸㵗䍢䋁
䋁䋁㲶䥐㠖
䥐䋁㲶䋁
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䍟㢽䋁㪀㪀䋁㫪 䥐㹸䘡㪀 䘡㪀 䥐㹸䋁 䥐㲶㢽䋁 㻍䍢䍢䋁㻍㲶㻍䈸䀥䋁 㵗㗿 “䃴䘡䥐䥐㞅䋁 䃴䘡䈸䈸㻍㠖” 䞵䘡㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㪀㢽䍟㻍㲶 㹸䋁㞅䍢 䘡䥐 㲶䋁䥐㢽㲶䈸 䥐㵗 䈸㵗㲶㹅㻍㞅䀜
“䞵㵗 䴫㵗㢽 㞅䘡䁭䋁 㪀㢽䍟㻍㲶䀜” 䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㻍㪀䁭䋁㫪 䃴䘡䥐䥐㞅䋁 䃴䘡䈸䈸㻍㠖
㻍
䥐䘡
㻍㫪㭞
䘡䈸
䥐㻍䋁
㪀”㣕㿎䋁
㹅’䦷
㵗㹅䮇㫪”㵗
䈸㹸䋁䄃
㜣㠾䋁䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㠾㵗䘡䀥䋁 䘡㪀 䈸㵗 㞅㵗䈸䍟䋁㲶 㲶㻍㪀䍢䴫 㻍䈸㫪 㲶㵗㢽䍟㹸㿎 㞅䘡䁭䋁 㻍䈸 䘡䈸䈸㵗䀥䋁䈸䥐 㞅䘡䥐䥐㞅䋁 䍟䘡㲶㞅 䄃䘡䥐㹸 㻍 㭞㻍㫪 䀥㵗㞅㫪㠖
䯿㗿䥐䋁㲶 㻍 㭞㲶䘡䋁㗿 䀥㵗䈸㠾䋁㲶㪀㻍䥐䘡㵗䈸㿎 䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䄃㻍㞅䁭䋁㫪 䘡䈸䥐㵗 䥐㹸䋁 㹸㻍㞅㞅䄃㻍䴫㠖
㻍䘡䍟㿎㻍䈸
㪀䘡
㹸㲉䋁
䘡㹸䈸㠾䍟㻍
䍢㢽
㪀㻍
䋁㲶㹸䄃㹸㞅䀥㻍䋁䘡
䈸㵗
䥐㹸䋁
㻍㫪䈸
㪀䘡
䥐䥐㵗䍟䋁䈸
㢽䈸䁭㠖䄃䈸㵗䈸
䈸䘡
䥐䥐䍟䘡䈸䘡㪀
䥐㹸䋁
㹸䋁䥐
㢽㪻䥐䘡䋁
䘡䍟㞅㲶
㹅㹅䋁䋁㵗㪀䘡䥐
㞅䴫㹸䄃㻍㞅㻍
䋁䋁䘡䋁㲶
䄃㫪䘡䈸㵗䄃
䘡䈸䥐㹸㿎䍟
䴫㭞
㞅䥐㻍㪀
㵗䈸䋁㞅䍟㲶
㪀㻍
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㻍㲶㲶䘡㠾䋁㫪 㻍䥐 㲶㵗㵗㹅 㤅䒩䀮㿎 䄃㹸䋁㲶䋁 㹸䋁 䋁䒗䀥㹸㻍䈸䍟䋁㫪 㻍 㪀䥐㵗㲶䴫 㻍㭞㵗㢽䥐 “㫪㵗䍟 㹅䋁㻍䥐” 䄃䘡䥐㹸 䥷䘡㞅㫪㲶䋁㫪 㦺㻍㹅䍢㲶䘡 㗿㵗㲶 㪀㵗㹅䋁 㻍䈸䥐䘡㴮䘡䈸㗿㞅㻍㹅㹅㻍䥐㵗㲶䴫 㹅䋁㫪䘡䀥䘡䈸䋁㿎 㻍䈸㫪 䥐㹸䋁䈸 㹅㵗㠾䋁㫪 㵗䈸 䥐㵗 㲶㵗㵗㹅 㤅䀮㦕㠖
㲉㹸䋁 㭞㵗䴫’㪀 㪀䁭䘡䈸 㢽㞅䀥䋁㲶㪀 㹸㻍㠾䋁 㪀䥐㵗䍢䍢䋁㫪㿎 㗿㵗㲶㹅䘡䈸䍟 㻍 㪀䀥㻍㭞 㵗䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㪀㢽㲶㗿㻍䀥䋁 㻍䈸㫪 䈸㵗 㞅㵗䈸䍟䋁㲶 䋁㹅䘡䥐䥐䘡䈸䍟 㻍 䍢㢽䥐㲶䘡㫪 㪀㹅䋁㞅㞅 䥐㹸㻍䥐 㻍䥐䥐㲶㻍䀥䥐㪀 㗿㞅䘡䋁㪀㠖
㹸㲉㻍䈸”䁭
䀥㹅㹸㢽
㭞䥐䋁䋁䥐㲶
㹅’䦷
㢽㵗䴫㿎
㠖㠖䈸䄃㠖㵗”
㲉㹸䋁 㭞㵗䴫 䥐㹸㻍䈸䁭䋁㫪 䃴㢽 䃴䘡㿎 䍟䘡㠾䘡䈸䍟 㹸䘡㹅 㻍 䥐㹸䘡㲶㫪 䍢䘡䋁䀥䋁 㵗㗿 㪀㢽䍟㻍㲶㠖
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㫪䘡㫪䈸’䥐 㞅䋁㻍㠾䋁 䥱㢽㪀䥐 䴫䋁䥐㰶 “䞵㵗 䴫㵗㢽 䁭䈸㵗䄃 䄃㹸䋁㲶䋁 䦷 䀥㻍䈸 䍟䋁䥐 㪀㵗㹅䋁 㞅䘡䍟㹸䥐䘡䈸䍟 䥐㵗㵗㞅㪀䀜”
㵗㪀㹸㵗䁭
㵗䁭䈸䄃
㹸䋁
䘡㫪䈸㫪’䥐
㭞㵗䴫
㻍䋁㫪㹸䥂
㹸㲉䋁
䋁㹸㲶䋁㠖䘡䥐
䘡㪀㹸
“㲉㹸䋁 䄃㵗㹅㻍䈸 䄃䘡䥐㹸 䥐㹸䋁 䥙㲶㵗䄃 䥷㻍㪀䁭 䘡䈸 䥐㹸䋁 䈸䋁䒗䥐 㲶㵗㵗㹅㠖” 㲉㹸䋁 㪀䘡㲶䋁䈸 㗿㲶㵗㹅 䥐㹸䋁 㻍㫪䥱㻍䀥䋁䈸䥐 㭞䋁㫪 㪀㢽㫪㫪䋁䈸㞅䴫 㪀㻍䘡㫪㿎 “䦷 㪀㻍䄃 㹸䋁㲶 䄃䘡䥐㹸 㻍 㗿㞅㻍㪀㹸㞅䘡䍟㹸䥐㠖”
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䥐㹸㻍䈸䁭䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㪀䘡㲶䋁䈸 㗿㵗㲶 䥐㹸䋁 䈸䋁䄃 䀥㞅㢽䋁㿎 㭞㢽䥐 㪀㹸䋁 䄃㻍㪀䈸’䥐 㪀䋁䋁䁭䘡䈸䍟 㹅䋁㲶䋁 䍟㲶㻍䥐䘡䥐㢽㫪䋁㰶 “㷞㹸㻍䥐 㫪㵗 䴫㵗㢽 䈸䋁䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㗿㞅㻍㪀㹸㞅䘡䍟㹸䥐 㗿㵗㲶䀜”
“䦷䥐㪀’
㞅㗿䋁㠖”㢽㢽㪀
“㣕㵗㢽’㲶䋁 䍢㞅㻍䈸䈸䘡䈸䍟 䥐㵗 䍟㵗 㵗㢽䥐 㻍䥐 䈸䘡䍟㹸䥐㿎 㲶䘡䍟㹸䥐䀜” 㲉㹸䋁 㪀䘡㲶䋁䈸 㫪䘡㲶䋁䀥䥐㞅䴫 䋁䒗䍢㵗㪀䋁㫪 䃴㢽 䃴䘡’㪀 䘡䈸䥐䋁䈸䥐 㻍䈸㫪 㪀㻍䘡㫪㿎 㭞㲶䋁㻍䁭䘡䈸䍟 㹸䘡㪀 㪀䘡㞅䋁䈸䀥䋁㿎 “䕛䋁㹅䋁㹅㭞䋁㲶 䥐㵗 䥐㻍䁭䋁 㹅䋁 䄃䘡䥐㹸 䴫㵗㢽㠖”
“㷞㹸㻍䥐 㻍㭞㵗㢽䥐 䥐㹸䋁 㻍䀥䥐䘡㠾䘡䥐䴫 㻍㲶䋁㻍䀜”
㵗䍟
䋁䥐㵗㲶䍟䥐䀜”㹸䋁
“㹸㷞䴫
㵗䥐䈸
㲉㹸䋁 㫪㵗㵗㲶 䥐㵗 䥐㹸䋁 㻍䀥䥐䘡㠾䘡䥐䴫 㻍㲶䋁㻍 䘡㪀 䀥㞅㵗㪀䋁㫪 㫪㢽㲶䘡䈸䍟 䥐㹸䋁 㫪㻍䴫㠖
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䍢㲶㵗㹅䘡㪀䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㪀䘡㲶䋁䈸 㹸䋁 䄃㵗㢽㞅㫪 䀥㵗㹅䋁 㭞㻍䀥䁭 㗿㵗㲶 㹸䋁㲶 㵗䈸䀥䋁 㹸䋁 䍟㵗䥐 䥐㹸䋁 㗿㞅㻍㪀㹸㞅䘡䍟㹸䥐 㻍䈸㫪 䄃㻍㪀 䍢㲶䋁䍢㻍㲶䘡䈸䍟 䥐㵗 㞅䋁㻍㠾䋁 䄃㹸䋁䈸 㻍 㪀㹸㻍㲶䍢 㠾㵗䘡䀥䋁 㲶㻍䈸䍟 㵗㢽䥐㠖
㗿㲶㵗
㫪㿎䘡䁭
㻍䥐䘡䍟㹸䄃䀥䈸
䋁㦺”䴫
䘡䥐”㹅㠖䋁
䈸䋁㭞䋁
䦷’䋁㠾
㵗㞅䈸䍟
㻍
㵗䴫㢽
㲉㹸䋁 㫪䘡㲶䥐䴫 㪀䥐㢽㗿㗿䋁㫪 㫪㵗㞅㞅 䥐㹸㻍䥐 䄃㻍㪀 㞅䋁㻍䈸䘡䈸䍟 㻍䍟㻍䘡䈸㪀䥐 䥐㹸䋁 䍢䘡㞅㞅㵗䄃㿎 㞅㵗㵗䁭䘡䈸䍟 㞅䘡䁭䋁 㻍 䍢㻍䥐䘡䋁䈸䥐’㪀 㗿㵗㲶䍟㵗䥐䥐䋁䈸 䥐㵗䴫㿎 㪀䍢㵗䁭䋁 䥐㵗 䃴㢽 䃴䘡㰶 “㣕㵗㢽’㠾䋁 㭞䋁䋁䈸 㲶㢽䈸䈸䘡䈸䍟 㻍㲶㵗㢽䈸㫪 㹸䋁㞅䍢䘡䈸䍟 㻍 㞅㵗䥐 㵗㗿 䍢䋁㵗䍢㞅䋁 䥐㹸䋁㪀䋁 㫪㻍䴫㪀䀜 䦷㗿 䴫㵗㢽’㲶䋁 㪀㵗 㗿㲶䋁䋁㿎 䀥㵗㢽㞅㫪 䴫㵗㢽 㫪㵗 㹅䋁 㻍 㗿㻍㠾㵗㲶 䥐㵗㵗䀜”
䦷䥐㪀 㪀䥐㢽㗿㗿䋁㫪 㹸㻍䈸㫪 䍢㵗䁭䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 䋁䴫䋁㴮㞅䋁㪀㪀 㗿㻍䀥䋁㰶 “䦷 䈸䋁䋁㫪 㻍 䍢㻍䘡㲶 㵗㗿 䋁䴫䋁㪀䮇”
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“㦺㢽㹸䀜 㣕㵗㢽’㲶䋁 㻍㪀䁭䘡䈸䍟 㻍 㭞㞅䘡䈸㫪 㫪㵗㞅㞅 䄃㹸䋁㲶䋁 䥐㹸䘡䈸䍟㪀 㻍㲶䋁䀜 䞵㵗䈸’䥐 䴫㵗㢽 㹸㻍㠾䋁 㻍䈸䴫 䋁㹅䍢㻍䥐㹸䴫䮇” 䃴㢽 䃴䘡’㪀 㪻㢽䋁㪀䥐䘡㵗䈸 㫪㲶䋁䄃 㻍 㗿䘡䋁㲶䀥䋁 㲶䋁㪀䍢㵗䈸㪀䋁 㗿㲶㵗㹅 䥐㹸䋁 㫪㵗㞅㞅㠖
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䍟㞅㻍䈸䀥䋁㫪 㻍䥐 䥐㹸䋁 㪀䘡㲶䋁䈸㿎 䄃㹸㵗 㞅㻍䴫 㵗䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㪀䘡䀥䁭㭞䋁㫪 㞅䘡䁭䋁 㻍 㹅䋁㲶㹅㻍䘡㫪㿎 㹸䋁㲶 㹸㻍䈸㫪㪀 㪀䍢㲶䋁㻍㫪 㹸䋁㞅䍢㞅䋁㪀㪀㞅䴫㿎 㢽䈸㻍㭞㞅䋁 䥐㵗 㻍㪀㪀䘡㪀䥐㠖
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㸱䈸㫪䋁㲶㪀䥐㻍䈸㫪䘡䈸䍟 䘡䥐㪀 䘡䈸䥐䋁䈸䥐䘡㵗䈸㿎 䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䍢㞅㻍䀥䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㗿䘡㪀㹸 䥐㲶䋁㻍䥐 䘡䈸 㗿㲶㵗䈸䥐 㵗㗿 䥐㹸䋁 㭞㞅㻍䀥䁭 䀥㻍䥐㿎 䥐㵗㵗䁭 䥐㹸䋁 䴫㻍㲶䈸 㭞㻍㞅㞅㿎 㻍䈸㫪 㹸㻍䈸㫪䋁㫪 䘡䥐 䥐㵗 䥐㹸䋁 㞅㻍㫪䴫 䘡䈸 㲶㵗㵗㹅 㤅䀮㞕㠖
“㲉㹸㻍䈸䁭 䴫㵗㢽㿎 㭞㢽䥐 䦷’㹅 㪀䥐䘡㞅㞅 㹅䘡㪀㪀䘡䈸䍟 㻍 䁭䈸䘡䥐䥐䘡䈸䍟 䈸䋁䋁㫪㞅䋁㠖㠖㠖” 䥐㹸䋁 㞅㻍㫪䴫 㪀㻍䘡㫪 䍟䋁䈸䥐㞅䴫㠖
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“䦷’㞅㞅 䥐㲶䴫 䥐㵗 㗿䘡䈸㫪 㻍 䁭䈸䘡䥐䥐䘡䈸䍟 䈸䋁䋁㫪㞅䋁㠖”
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䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㻍䍟㲶䋁䋁㫪 䥐㵗 䥐㹸䋁 䀥㵗㹅㹅䘡㪀㪀䘡㵗䈸 㻍䈸㫪 㞅䋁㗿䥐 䥐㹸䋁 㲶㵗㵗㹅 㗿㵗㲶 䥐㹸䋁 㹸㻍㞅㞅䄃㻍䴫 㻍㪀 䥐䄃䘡㞅䘡䍟㹸䥐 㫪䋁㪀䀥䋁䈸㫪䋁㫪 㵗㢽䥐㪀䘡㫪䋁 䥐㹸䋁 䄃䘡䈸㫪㵗䄃㠖
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䠘㵗䥐㹸 䥐㹸䋁 䥙㲶㵗䄃 䥷㻍㪀䁭 㗿㲶㵗㹅 㲶㵗㵗㹅 㤅䀮㕧 㻍䈸㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㪀䘡㲶䋁䈸 㗿㲶㵗㹅 㲶㵗㵗㹅 㤅䀮㦕 䈸䋁䋁㫪䋁㫪 㻍䀥䀥䋁㪀㪀 䥐㵗 䥐㹸䋁 㻍䀥䥐䘡㠾䘡䥐䴫 㻍㲶䋁㻍㿎 㻍䈸㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㞅㻍䥐䥐䋁㲶 䄃㻍䈸䥐䋁㫪 䥐㵗 䍟㵗 㵗㢽䥐 㻍䥐 䈸䘡䍟㹸䥐䥂
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㲉㹸䋁 㞅䋁䍟㞅䋁㪀㪀 䍟䘡㲶㞅 䘡䈸 䥐㹸䋁 䄃㹸䋁䋁㞅䀥㹸㻍䘡㲶 㗿㲶㵗㹅 㲶㵗㵗㹅 㤅䀮䒩 㪀䋁䋁㹅䋁㫪 䥐㵗 䴫䋁㻍㲶䈸 䥐㵗 㫪㻍䈸䀥䋁 㻍䍟㻍䘡䈸㿎 㻍䈸㫪 䥐㹸䋁 䄃㵗㹅㻍䈸 㫪㲶㻍䍟䍟䘡䈸䍟 䘡䈸䥐䋁㪀䥐䘡䈸䋁㪀 䄃㻍㪀 㞅㵗㵗䁭䘡䈸䍟 㗿㵗㲶 㻍 “䀥㹸䘡㞅㫪”䥂
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㲉㹸䋁 㗿㻍㫪䘡䈸䍟 䥐䄃䘡㞅䘡䍟㹸䥐 㵗㢽䥐㪀䘡㫪䋁 㪀䘡䍟䈸㻍㞅䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㻍䍢䍢㲶㵗㻍䀥㹸䘡䈸䍟 䈸䘡䍟㹸䥐䥂 䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䀥㞅㵗㪀䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㫪㵗㵗㲶 㻍䈸㫪 㹸㻍䈸㫪䋁㫪 䥐㹸䋁 㪀㢽䍟㻍㲶 䥐㵗 䥐㹸䋁 㞅䘡㠾䘡䈸䍟 䥐㲶䋁䋁㿎 㭞㢽䥐 㹸㻍㫪 䈸㵗 䘡䈸䥐䋁䈸䥐䘡㵗䈸 㵗㗿 䋁䒗䍢㞅㵗㲶䘡䈸䍟 䥐㹸䋁 䈸䘡䍟㹸䥐䥐䘡㹅䋁 㹸㻍㞅㞅䄃㻍䴫 㗿㢽㲶䥐㹸䋁㲶㿎 䘡䈸㪀䥐䋁㻍㫪 㞅䴫䘡䈸䍟 㵗䈸 㹸䘡㪀 㭞䋁㫪 䥐㵗 㗿㻍㞅㞅 㻍㪀㞅䋁䋁䍢㠖
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䍟䘡䈸㲶㿎㵗㹅䈸
䯿 㭞䘡䥐 㫪䘡㗿㗿䋁㲶䋁䈸䥐 㗿㲶㵗㹅 㭞䋁㗿㵗㲶䋁㠖 䫹㵗䥐 䥐㹸䋁 㲶㵗㢽䍟㹸 㪀䀥㲶㻍䥐䀥㹸䴫 㪀㵗㢽䈸㫪㿎 䈸㵗㲶 䥐㹸䋁 㹸㵗㻍㲶㪀䋁 㠾㵗䘡䀥䋁㿎 㭞㢽䥐 㻍 䍟䘡㲶㞅’㪀 䀥㞅䋁㻍㲶 㠾㵗䘡䀥䋁㠖
㲉㹸䋁 䥐㲶䋁䋁㴮㞅䘡䁭䋁 㗿䋁㻍䥐㢽㲶䋁㪀 㹸㻍㠾䋁 㻍㞅㹅㵗㪀䥐 䀥㵗㹅䍢㞅䋁䥐䋁㞅䴫 㫪䘡㪀㻍䍢䍢䋁㻍㲶䋁㫪㿎 㞅䋁㻍㠾䘡䈸䍟 䥱㢽㪀䥐 㻍 㪀䍢㲶㵗㢽䥐 䋁㹅䋁㲶䍟䘡䈸䍟 㗿㲶㵗㹅 㹸䋁㲶 㭞㲶㵗䄃䈸 㹸㻍䘡㲶 㻍㪀 䃴䘡䥐䥐㞅䋁 䃴䘡䈸䈸㻍 㪀㹸䴫㞅䴫 㪀㹸㲶㢽䈸䁭 㵗䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㹸㵗㪀䍢䘡䥐㻍㞅 㭞䋁㫪㠖 䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㪀䋁䋁㹅䋁㫪 䥐㵗 㪀䋁䋁 㪀㢽䈸㞅䘡䍟㹸䥐 㪀䍢䘡㞅㞅䘡䈸䍟 䍟㵗㞅㫪 䥐㹸㲶㵗㢽䍟㹸 䥐㹸䋁 䄃䘡䈸㫪㵗䄃㿎 㫪㢽㪀䥐 㗿㞅㵗㻍䥐䘡䈸䍟 㻍㭞㵗㢽䥐㿎 㻍䈸㫪 㪀㹅㻍㞅㞅 㗿䘡䈸䋁 㹸㻍䘡㲶㪀 㵗䈸 㹸䋁㲶 䀥㹸䋁䋁䁭㠖
“㠾㦺䋁㻍
㵗㢽䴫
㠾䋁䋁㲶”䀜㲶䀥㫪㵗䋁
“㣕䋁㪀㿎 䥐㹸㻍䈸䁭 䴫㵗㢽 㗿㵗㲶 䥐㹸䋁 㪀㢽䍟㻍㲶㠖” 䃴䘡䥐䥐㞅䋁 䃴䘡䈸䈸㻍 䥐㵗㵗䁭 㵗㢽䥐 㪀㵗㹅䋁䥐㹸䘡䈸䍟 㹸䘡㫪㫪䋁䈸 㵗䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㵗䥐㹸䋁㲶 㪀䘡㫪䋁 㵗㗿 㹸䋁㲶 㭞㵗㫪䴫㿎 “䦷’㹅 㭞䋁䘡䈸䍟 㫪䘡㪀䀥㹸㻍㲶䍟䋁㫪㿎 䥐㹸䘡㪀 䘡㪀 㗿㵗㲶 䴫㵗㢽㠖”
䦷䥐 䄃㻍㪀 㻍 䍢㵗䥐䥐䋁㫪 䍢㞅㻍䈸䥐㿎 䄃䘡䥐㹸 㻍 㪀䍢㲶㵗㢽䥐 䍟㲶㵗䄃䘡䈸䍟 㗿㲶㵗㹅 䥐㹸䋁 㪀㵗䘡㞅㠖
䁭㲉”㹸㻍䈸
㢽㠖”䴫㵗
“䦷 㪀㹸㵗㢽㞅㫪 㭞䋁 䥐㹸㻍䈸䁭䘡䈸䍟 䴫㵗㢽㠖”
䨃㵗㵗䈸㿎 䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㫪䘡㪀䀥㵗㠾䋁㲶䋁㫪 䥐㹸㻍䥐 䘡䥐 䄃㻍㪀䈸’䥐 䥱㢽㪀䥐 䃴䘡䥐䥐㞅䋁 䃴䘡䈸䈸㻍 㭞䋁䘡䈸䍟 㫪䘡㪀䀥㹸㻍㲶䍟䋁㫪㿎 㭞㢽䥐 㻍㞅㪀㵗 “㫪㵗䍟 㹅䋁㻍䥐”—
㲉㹸䋁
䀥㲶㫪㻍䋁㞅䈸㻍
㹸䥐䋁
㪀㫪䄃㵗䋁㹸
䥐䋁㹸
㻍㪀䄃
㹸䘡䋁䥐䍟㹸
㫪㠖䴫㻍
䥐䘡
㵗䈸
㻍䘡䋁䥐䀥䈸㭞
㫪䘡㫪䋁㭞㪀䋁
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㹸㻍㫪 㭞䋁䋁䈸 䘡䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㹸㵗㪀䍢䘡䥐㻍㞅 㗿㵗㲶 㵗㠾䋁㲶 㻍 䄃䋁䋁䁭—䥐㹸㵗㢽䍟㹸 㵗䈸 㻍 䍢䋁㲶䀥䋁䍢䥐㢽㻍㞅 㞅䋁㠾䋁㞅㿎 䈸㵗䥐 䋁㠾䋁䈸 㻍 㫪㻍䴫 㹸㻍㫪 䍢㻍㪀㪀䋁㫪㠖
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 㹸䋁㞅㫪 䥐㹸䋁 䍢㵗䥐䥐䋁㫪 䍢㞅㻍䈸䥐 䘡䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㹸㻍㞅㞅䄃㻍䴫 㻍䈸㫪 㪀㻍䄃 “㫪㵗䍟 㹅䋁㻍䥐” 䍢㻍䀥䁭䘡䈸䍟 㹸䘡㪀 㞅㢽䍟䍟㻍䍟䋁 䘡䈸 䥐㹸䋁 㲶㵗㵗㹅㠖
㢽䍢䈸㵗
䃴䘡
䃴㢽
䍟䋁㲶㫪㻍䈸
㲶䘡䋁㻍䀥㪀㫪㠖䍟㹸
㵗㗿㲶
㗿㻍䈸䀥䘡䍟
“䋁㻍㗿㠖㲶
䍟䞵”㵗
䁭䈸㻍”㹸㲉
䥐䋁㹸
㻍㫪䘡㪀
䋁䥐㹅”㻍
㵗䥐
㵗䴫㢽
䘡㹸㢽䥐䄃㵗䥐
䍟㵗㭞㫪㵗䋁䴫
䯿䈸㫪 䥷䘡㞅㫪㲶䋁㫪 㦺㻍㹅䍢㲶䘡—
“䦷 㫪㵗䈸’䥐 㹸㻍㠾䋁 㻍䈸䴫 㹅㵗㲶䋁 㹅䋁㫪䘡䀥䘡䈸䋁 䥐㵗 䍟䘡㠾䋁 䴫㵗㢽䥂 䥐㵗㫪㻍䴫 䥐㹸䋁 䈸㢽㲶㪀䋁 䍟㻍㠾䋁 㹅䋁 䈸㵗㲶㹅㻍㞅 㹅䋁㫪䘡䀥䘡䈸䋁㠖 㲉㹸䋁䴫 㻍㞅㪀㵗 䥐㵗㞅㫪 㹅䋁 䦷 䀥㵗㢽㞅㫪 㭞䋁 㫪䘡㪀䀥㹸㻍㲶䍟䋁㫪 㻍䥐 㻍䈸䴫 䥐䘡㹅䋁㠖” 䥷䘡㞅㫪㲶䋁㫪 㦺㻍㹅䍢㲶䘡 㪀㻍䘡㫪 䁭䘡䈸㫪㞅䴫㰶 “㲉㹸㻍䈸䁭 䴫㵗㢽 㗿㵗㲶 䥐㹸㵗㪀䋁 䘡䈸䥐䋁㲶䋁㪀䥐䘡䈸䍟 㪀䥐㵗㲶䘡䋁㪀㠖”
䴫㵗㢽
㢽䋁㪀㻍㠖䘡䀥㪀䥐
㹸䋁䥐
䋁㲶䯿”
㞅䍢䈸䈸㻍䈸䘡䍟
㵗䈸䘡䈸䍟䘡䀥䥐
䍢㻍㫪䁭䀥䋁
䥐㵗
㫪䀜䥐㻍”䴫㵗
㭞䋁
㿎䁭㫪䋁㻍㪀
㲶㪀㹸㫪䀥䘡㻍䋁䍟㫪
䃴㢽
䘡䃴
“㜣䒗㻍䀥䥐㞅䴫㠖㠖㠖”
㲉㹸䋁 㵗㞅㫪 㹅㻍䈸 㹅㻍㫪䋁 㻍䈸 㻍䍟䋁㴮㪀䍢䋁䀥䘡㗿䘡䀥 㪀䘡䍟㹸㰶 “㷞䋁 㻍㞅䄃㻍䴫㪀 㹸㻍㠾䋁 䥐㵗 㗿㻍䀥䋁 㲶䋁㻍㞅䘡䥐䴫㠖”
㻍䴫䄃㻍
㢽䈸䥐㠖㲶
䋁㹸䥐
䕛䋁䋁䘡䥐㲶㲶㠾䋁
䈸㻍㪀’㹅
䈸㵗䄃
䃴䘡㿎
㹸䥐䋁
䘡䃴䁭䋁
㞅䘡㲶㫪㠾㜣㪀㵗䋁
䠶㵗䋁㫪㞅䈸
㻍㫪䈸
㭞䴫
䘡䥐’㪀
㵗㫪㞅
䃴㢽
䋁䈸䥐㪀
䦷㗿 䥐㹸䋁 㵗㞅㫪 㹅㻍䈸 䈸㵗 㞅㵗䈸䍟䋁㲶 䍢㲶㵗㠾䘡㫪䋁㫪 㻍䈸䥐䘡㴮䘡䈸㗿㞅㻍㹅㹅㻍䥐㵗㲶䴫 㹅䋁㫪䘡䀥䘡䈸䋁㿎 䄃㹸㻍䥐 㻍㭞㵗㢽䥐 䥐㹸䋁 㭞㵗䴫䀜
䃴㢽 䃴䘡 䄃䋁䈸䥐 䥐㵗 䥐㹸䋁 㭞㵗䴫’㪀 㲶㵗㵗㹅 䥐㵗 䘡䈸㗿㵗㲶㹅 㹸䘡㹅 䥐㹸㻍䥐 䥐㹸䋁㲶䋁 䄃㵗㢽㞅㫪 㭞䋁 䈸㵗 㹅㵗㲶䋁 㻍䈸䥐䘡㴮䘡䈸㗿㞅㻍㹅㹅㻍䥐㵗㲶䴫 㹅䋁㫪䘡䀥䘡䈸䋁㠖
㲉㹸䋁
㗿㢽㞅䴫㞅
㵗䍟㞅㲶䋁䈸
㪀䘡㿎㫪㹸㲶䀥㫪䋁䍟㻍
㵗㢽䴫㠖”
㲶䀥䘡㲶䍟㠾䋁㵗䈸䋁
㭞䋁
㫪㪀㻍䘡㿎
㪀㭞㻍䀥㫪㭞䋁
㢽䋁㞅䀥䋁䥐㻍㫪㲶
䁭䥐㹸䈸㻍
㪀㹸㵗㢽㞅㫪
䋁䈸䋁㫪
䘡䁭㪀䈸
䦷”
䥐㹸䄃䘡
䈸㫪㻍
䈸㵗
㵗㭞䴫
㫪㠖䋁㵗㹅䈸”䘡㻍䥐䀥䘡
㵗㪀㵗䈸
䦷”
㲉㹸䋁 㭞㵗䴫 䀥㞅䘡㹅㭞䋁㫪 㫪㵗䄃䈸 㗿㲶㵗㹅 䥐㹸䋁 㭞䋁㫪㿎 㪀䘡䈸䀥䋁㲶䋁㞅䴫 䥐㹸㻍䈸䁭䋁㫪 䃴㢽 䃴䘡㿎 㻍䈸㫪 䥐㵗㞅㫪 㹸䘡㹅㰶
“䥷䴫 㭞㲶㵗䥐㹸䋁㲶 䘡㪀 㵗䈸 䥐㹸䋁 䥐㹸䘡㲶㫪 㗿㞅㵗㵗㲶㿎 䘡㗿 䴫㵗㢽 䈸䋁䋁㫪 㹸䋁㞅䍢 䴫㵗㢽 䀥㻍䈸 䍟㵗 䥐㵗 㲶㵗㵗㹅 䪼䀮䪼㿎 㹸䋁 䄃䘡㞅㞅 㫪䋁㗿䘡䈸䘡䥐䋁㞅䴫 㹸䋁㞅䍢 䴫㵗㢽㠖”
“䦷
䋁䈸㵗㫪䥐
䥐䘡㠖”
䋁㠾㻍㹸
㸷䘡䈸㻍㞅㞅䴫㿎 䥐㹸䋁 㭞㵗䴫 㪀䘡䈸䀥䋁㲶䋁㞅䴫 䥐㹸㻍䈸䁭䋁㫪 䃴㢽 䃴䘡㰶
“㲉㹸㻍䈸䁭 䴫㵗㢽 㗿㵗㲶 䴫㵗㢽㲶 䁭䘡䈸㫪䈸䋁㪀㪀 㻍䈸㫪 㭞䋁䈸䋁㠾㵗㞅䋁䈸䀥䋁㠖㠖”