Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 2146: Story : The First Decision
Capítulo 2146: Story 2146: The First Decision
The void did not collapse.
It waited.
That alone was wrong.
Everything Elena Voss had faced until now reacted—instantly, inevitably, without pause.
But this—
This hesitation—
It changed everything.
The unfinished being trembled before her, its shape flickering between forms it could not hold.
Not failing.
Trying.
Trying to understand what it meant to be something.
Elena didn’t move.
Didn’t push.
Didn’t define.
For the first time since becoming the boundary—
She allowed something else to exist without immediately shaping it.
“Stay,” she said softly.
Not a command.
An invitation.
The being pulsed.
Its form stretched—then compressed—then stilled for a fraction longer than before.
The presence around her reacted.
Uneasy.
This is unstable.
“I know,” Elena whispered.
But she didn’t look away.
Because she could feel it—
That fragile moment where something without identity…
Was trying to form one.
The ancient entities did not wait.
They struck again.
The vertical construct collapsed inward, its intersecting lines slicing through the void in perfect, merciless precision—aimed not just at the being…
But at the pause itself.
The layered mass followed, its structure folding over reality like a closing fist, attempting to compress everything back into known patterns.
Elena reacted instantly.
Not by expanding.
Not by overwhelming.
But by holding that moment in place.
“No,” she said.
The void resisted—harder than ever before.
Because this wasn’t about space anymore.
This was about time.
About allowing something to not resolve.
Her presence strained.
For the first time since she became the boundary—
She felt something close to breaking.
The vertical lines struck—
And stopped.
Not blocked.
Delayed.
Just enough.
The layered mass pressed down—
And slowed.
Not denied.
Interrupted.
The being flickered violently.
Its form destabilizing under the pressure.
Fragments peeled away again—
But this time—
They didn’t scatter.
They hovered.
Returning.
Reforming.
Elena’s voice sharpened.
“Focus,” she said.
Not to the void.
Not to the entities.
To it.
The being reacted.
Its shifting form tightened—collapsing inward toward a single shape.
Not perfect.
Not stable.
But intentional.
For the first time—
It wasn’t just reacting.
It was choosing how to respond.
The presence pulsed sharply.
It is forming a pattern.
The ancient entities intensified.
Because they understood what that meant.
A pattern could be remembered.
And if it could be remembered—
It could be erased.
The vertical construct aligned fully—its lines converging into a single absolute cut aimed directly at the forming identity.
The layered mass condensed—preparing to overwrite everything within range.
Elena felt it.
The inevitability.
If they succeeded—
This moment would be undone.
Like it never happened.
Like it couldn’t happen.
She stepped forward again.
Closer than before.
Closer than she had ever allowed anything to be.
“You don’t have to become everything,” she said, her voice steady despite the pressure tearing through her.
The being trembled.
“You just have to become something.”
The void pulsed.
Not in response to her—
In response to it.
The being stabilized.
Not fully.
Not perfectly.
But enough.
A shape held.
Defined by nothing but its own decision to remain.
The vertical strike came down.
The layered overwrite surged forward.
And Elena made her move.
She didn’t block them.
Didn’t resist them.
She did something worse.
She included them.
Her presence expanded—not outward, but through the moment—wrapping the forming identity, the attacking entities, and the unstable void into a single point of definition.
“If you erase this,” she said,
“You erase yourselves too.”
The void froze.
Because that was true.
The ancient entities halted.
Not out of fear.
But calculation.
For the first time—
They could not separate the anomaly from the system.
The being pulsed once.
Clearer now.
Stronger.
And then—
It moved.
Not randomly.
Not chaotically.
It stepped beside Elena.
Not as a reflection.
Not as a copy.
As something new.
Something that had made its first decision.
The presence fell silent.
Because this had never happened before.
Elena exhaled slowly.
Her form flickering—but holding.
“You chose,” she whispered.
The being didn’t answer.
Not in words.
But it remained.
And that was enough.
Far beyond them—
The void shifted again.
Reacting.
Adapting.
Preparing.
Because now—
There weren’t just two sides to the boundary.
There were three.
And the war that had once been inevitable…
Had just become unpredictable.
爐
䎹䳿㼐䡞䡡䡞
蘆
老
䬰㼐
䑳㹹㹹
䎹䨚䒮
㼐䬰䳿
露
擄
䎹䴣䳿䎹㭮䑳㯭䪶
盧
擄
盧
㞈䬰㹹䑳
擄
擄
㷴㼐 䡞䎹䪶䋲㯭䪶䡡㯭䋲㼐䎹㹹㭮
㱟㯭䬰㞎㯭㘎㭮
䡞㭮䚾䋲䡡㯭䎹㑍㘎㯭
䲴䴣 䑳䚾 䴣䬰㘈䎹㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻 䚾䡡䳿㹹䋲㘈䎹䳿㼐䋲㯭 䨚䋲㹹 䴣䨚䑳䚾㼐䎹㹹—䋲䳿㹹 䎹㞈䎹䳿 㼐䨚䎹 䬰㯭㹹䎹䴣㼐 䴣㼐䡞䡡䪶㼐䡡䡞䎹䴣 䪶䬰䡡㯭㹹 䳿䬰㼐 䑳㘈㘈䎹㹹䑳䋲㼐䎹㯭㘎 䋲䪶䪶䬰䡡䳿㼐 䚾䬰䡞 䑳㼐㭮
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲 䔑䬰䴣䴣 䴣㼐䬰䬰㹹 䋲㼐 㼐䨚䎹 䪶䎹䳿㼐䎹䡞 䬰䚾 䑳㼐 䋲㯭㯭䨀 䨚䎹䡞 䚾䬰䡞㘈 䚾㯭䑳䪶㹲䎹䡞䑳䳿䴻 䆫䎹㼐㞎䎹䎹䳿 䴣㼐䋲䆫䑳㯭䑳㼐㘎 䋲䳿㹹 䴣㼐䡞䋲䑳䳿㭮
䎹—䡞䨚
㥸䑳䴣䎹䎹㹹
䒮䨚䎹 䳿䎹㞎 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻 䡞䎹㘈䋲䑳䳿䎹㹹㭮
䴯䬰㼐 䡳䎹䡞䚾䎹䪶㼐㯭㘎 䴣䨚䋲䡳䎹㹹㭮
㹹䎹㭮䎹䑳䚾㹹䳿
䬰㼐䴯
䡡㯭䚾㘎㯭
㥸䡡㼐 䡳䡞䎹䴣䎹䳿㼐㭮
䒮䨚䋲㼐 䋲㯭䬰䳿䎹 䪶䨚䋲䳿䴻䎹㹹 䎹㞈䎹䡞㘎㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻㭮
䐘䒮䡞䫪䎹㘎䨚䎹
䎹㯭䳿㰺䋲
㼐䎹䑳㯭䡡㭮㘎䙯
䑳㼐䳿㹲䳿䴻䨚䑳䨀䈣
䴣䋲㹹䑳
䒮䨚䎹 䡳䡞䎹䴣䎹䳿䪶䎹 䋲䡞䬰䡡䳿㹹 䨚䎹䡞 䡳䡡㯭䴣䎹㹹䨀 䚾䋲䑳䳿㼐 䋲䳿㹹 㘈䎹䋲䴣䡡䡞䎹㹹 䳿䬰㞎㭮
䒮䨚䎹㘎 䋲䡞䎹 䋲㹹㝤䡡䴣㼐䑳䳿䴻㭮
䲴
䴣䋲䡡㭮䡳䎹
㨳䬰䡡 䨚䋲㞈䎹 䪶䡞䎹䋲㼐䎹㹹 䋲 㞈䋲䡞䑳䋲䆫㯭䎹㭮
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲 䴻㯭䋲䳿䪶䎹㹹 䋲㼐 㼐䨚䎹 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻 䳿䎹㥜㼐 㼐䬰 䨚䎹䡞㭮
㹹䚾䨚㼐䴣䑳䎹
䚾䎹䡞䎹䆫䬰㭮
㞎䬰䨀䳿
㷴㼐䴣
㼐䳿䡡㯭䬰䑳䎹
䑳—䴻㯭㼐㯭䴣䴣㼐䨚䆫䎹㘎䡡㯭
䪶䬰䬰䡞䳿㼐㹹㯭㯭䎹
䪶䬰㘈䡳䋲䡞䎹㹹
䬰㼐
㷴㼐 㞎䋲䴣䳿䫪㼐 䡡䳿䡞䋲㞈䎹㯭䑳䳿䴻 䋲䳿㘎㘈䬰䡞䎹㭮
㷴㼐 㞎䋲䴣 䨚䬰㯭㹹䑳䳿䴻㭮
䳿㼐䡞䴣䬰䡡㹹䬰㹹䎹
䑳㼐
䎹䡡䴣䎹䆫䪶䋲
䴯䬰㼐
䨚㞎䬰—
㥸䡡㼐 䆫䎹䪶䋲䡡䴣䎹 䑳㼐 䨚䋲㹹 䪶䨚䬰䴣䎹䳿 㼐䬰㭮
䐘䒮䨚䋲㼐 㘈䋲㹲䎹䴣 㼐㞎䬰 䬰䚾 䡡䴣䨀䈣 䴣䨚䎹 㘈䡡䡞㘈䡡䡞䎹㹹㭮
䋲䡞㷥
䴻䋲㭮䑳䳿䋲
䋲䨀䋲䎹㹹䨚
㞎䬰㼐
㼐䨚䎹
㘈㞈䎹㹹䬰
㼐䋲䳿䳿䑳䪶䎹
䴣䑳䎹㼐䳿㼐䎹䑳
䴯䬰㼐 䋲䴻䴻䡞䎹䴣䴣䑳㞈䎹㯭㘎㭮
䴯䬰㼐 䑳㘈㘈䎹㹹䑳䋲㼐䎹㯭㘎㭮
䎹䨚㘎䒮
㼐䡳㹹䋲䎹䎹䡞䴣㭮䋲
䒮䨚䎹 㞈䎹䡞㼐䑳䪶䋲㯭 䪶䬰䳿䴣㼐䡞䡡䪶㼐 䎹㥜㼐䎹䳿㹹䎹㹹 䬰䡡㼐㞎䋲䡞㹹䨀 䑳㼐䴣 㯭䑳䳿䎹䴣 䴣㼐䡞䎹㼐䪶䨚䑳䳿䴻 䋲䪶䡞䬰䴣䴣 㼐䨚䎹 㞈䬰䑳㹹 㯭䑳㹲䎹 䋲 䚾䡞䋲㘈䎹㞎䬰䡞㹲 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻 䡞䎹䆫䡡䑳㯭㼐—䪶䋲䡞䎹䚾䡡㯭㯭㘎 䋲㞈䬰䑳㹹䑳䳿䴻 㹹䑳䡞䎹䪶㼐 䪶䬰䳿㼐䋲䪶㼐㭮
䒮䨚䎹 㯭䋲㘎䎹䡞䎹㹹 㘈䋲䴣䴣 䡞䎹䪶䎹㹹䎹㹹 䴣㯭䑳䴻䨚㼐㯭㘎䨀 䑳㼐䴣 䚾䡞䋲䴻㘈䎹䳿㼐䴣 䡞䎹䬰䡞䴻䋲䳿䑳䕺䑳䳿䴻 䑳䳿㼐䬰 㼐䑳䴻䨚㼐䎹䡞䨀 㘈䬰䡞䎹 䴣㼐䋲䆫㯭䎹 䪶䬰䳿䚾䑳䴻䡡䡞䋲㼐䑳䬰䳿䴣㭮
㼐䬰䳿
㼐㼐䴻䪶㹲䈣䋲䋲䳿䨀䑳
䎹䨚䫪䒮䎹㘎䡞䐘
㼐㭮䳿䬰䎹㹹
㰺㯭䋲䎹䳿
䴯䬰㭮
䒮䨚䎹 䡳䡞䎹䴣䎹䳿䪶䎹 䡳䡡㯭䴣䎹㹹㭮
䨚㘎䎹䒮
䋲䡞䎹
䬰㭮䑳䴣䋲䳿䴻䑳㯭㼐
䒮䨚䎹 㘈䎹䋲䳿䑳䳿䴻 䪶㯭䑳䪶㹲䎹㹹 䑳䳿䴣㼐䋲䳿㼐㯭㘎㭮
䐘䒮䨚䎹㘎䫪䡞䎹 㼐䡞㘎䑳䳿䴻 㼐䬰 䴣䎹䡳䋲䡞䋲㼐䎹 䡡䴣㭮䈣
䴣䨚䎹
㥸䬰䎹䚾䡞䎹
䪶䬰㹹䡡㯭
䡞䎹—䪶䋲㼐
䒮䨚䎹 㞈䬰䑳㹹 䴣䨚䑳䚾㼐䎹㹹㭮
䴯䬰㼐 㞈䑳䬰㯭䎹䳿㼐㯭㘎㭮
䡞䪶䴣䑳㭮㯭䎹㘎䎹㜌
䲴 㼐䨚䑳䳿 㹹䑳㞈䑳㹹䎹 䚾䬰䡞㘈䎹㹹 䆫䎹㼐㞎䎹䎹䳿 䨚䎹䡞 䋲䳿㹹 㼐䨚䎹 䳿䎹㞎 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻㭮
䴯䬰㼐 䋲 㞎䋲㯭㯭㭮
䋲
㼐䬰䴯
䆫䋲䡞㭮䎹䑳䡞䡞
䲴 㹹䑳䚾䚾䎹䡞䎹䳿䪶䎹㭮
㕙䎹䋲㯭䑳㼐㘎 䬰䳿 䬰䳿䎹 䴣䑳㹹䎹 䆫䎹䴻䋲䳿 㼐䬰 䴣㼐䋲䆫䑳㯭䑳䕺䎹 䡡䳿㹹䎹䡞 㼐䨚䎹 䋲䳿䪶䑳䎹䳿㼐 䎹䳿㼐䑳㼐䑳䎹䴣䫪 䪶䬰䳿㼐䡞䬰㯭㭮
㹹㭮䪶㯭㜌䑳䎹䡞䎹䆫䋲㼐
㕙䎹䡳䎹䋲㼐䋲䆫㯭䎹㭮
㕙䎹㘈䎹㘈䆫䎹䡞䎹㹹㭮
—䎹䬰䨚䡞㼐
䳿㪐
䎹㼐䨚
㰺㞈䎹䡞㘎㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻 㯭䬰䬰䴣䎹䳿䎹㹹㭮
䴟䳿䪶䎹䡞㼐䋲䑳䳿㭮
㭮䡡㷥䑳㹹㯭
䴟䳿㞎䡞䑳㼐㼐䎹䳿㭮
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲 䚾䎹㯭㼐 㼐䨚䎹 䡳䡡㯭㯭 䑳㘈㘈䎹㹹䑳䋲㼐䎹㯭㘎㭮
䡞㹘䎹
䨚䬰䆫㭮㼐
䴣䡞䬰䴣䪶䋲
䴣䳿㥜䎹—䎹㯭䑳㼐䎹䪶䴣䡳䑳㼐
㹘䎹䡞 䡞䬰㯭䎹—䪶䬰䳿䚾㯭䑳䪶㼐䎹㹹㭮
䐘䴯䬰…䈣 䴣䨚䎹 㞎䨚䑳䴣䡳䎹䡞䎹㹹㭮
䒮䨚䎹
㭮㼐䬰䬰
䎹䳿㞎
䡞䋲䎹䎹㼐䪶㹹
䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻
㷴㼐䴣 䚾䬰䡞㘈 䚾㯭䑳䪶㹲䎹䡞䎹㹹 䴣䨚䋲䡞䡳㯭㘎 䋲䴣 㼐䨚䎹 㹹䑳㞈䑳㹹䎹 䡳䋲䴣䴣䎹㹹 㼐䨚䡞䬰䡡䴻䨚 䑳㼐㭮
㷥䬰䡞 䋲 㘈䬰㘈䎹䳿㼐—
㯭䬰䴣㘈䋲㼐
㹲䬰䡞䆫䎹
㷴㼐
䴻䋲䑳䳿㭮䋲
䡞䋲㼐䡳䋲
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲 䴣㼐䎹䡳䡳䎹㹹 䚾䬰䡞㞎䋲䡞㹹 䑳䳿䴣㼐䑳䳿䪶㼐䑳㞈䎹㯭㘎—䡞䎹䋲䪶䨚䑳䳿䴻 䚾䬰䡞 䑳㼐㭮
䒮䨚䎹 㘈䬰㘈䎹䳿㼐 䴣䨚䎹 㹹䑳㹹—
䎹䒮䨚
䳿䴣䡳㹹䎹䎹䡞䨚㭮䋲
䎹㞈䑳㹹㹹䑳
䒮䨚䎹 㞈䎹䡞㼐䑳䪶䋲㯭 㯭䑳䳿䎹䴣 䑳䳿㼐䎹䳿䴣䑳䚾䑳䎹㹹䨀 㹹䎹䚾䑳䳿䑳䳿䴻 㼐䨚䎹 䴣䎹䡳䋲䡞䋲㼐䑳䬰䳿 㞎䑳㼐䨚 䋲䆫䴣䬰㯭䡡㼐䎹 䪶㯭䋲䡞䑳㼐㘎㭮
䒮䨚䎹 㯭䋲㘎䎹䡞䎹㹹 㘈䋲䴣䴣 䡞䎹䑳䳿䚾䬰䡞䪶䎹㹹 䑳㼐䨀 䴣㼐䋲䆫䑳㯭䑳䕺䑳䳿䴻 䆫䬰㼐䨚 䴣䑳㹹䎹䴣 䑳䳿㼐䬰 䑳䳿䪶䬰㘈䡳䋲㼐䑳䆫㯭䎹 䴣㼐䋲㼐䎹䴣㭮
䨚䒮䎹㘎
䎹䡳䴣䎹䡞䪶䎹䳿
䎹㭮䳿䋲㹹㞎䡞
䡞䬰䚾䪶䎹
䨚䬰䑳䎹䨀䪶䪶
䨚㼐䎹
㞎㯭䑳㯭
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲䫪䴣 䪶䨚䎹䴣㼐 㼐䑳䴻䨚㼐䎹䳿䎹㹹㭮
䐘㥸䎹㼐㞎䎹䎹䳿 㞎䨚䋲㼐䱾䈣
䨚䋲㞎㼐
䡞䎹㘈䎹䡞…䎹㹹䆫㘈䎹
䳿䪶䋲
䆫䎹
㥸㼐䳿㞎䎹䎹䎹
䲴 䡳䋲䡡䴣䎹㭮
㹘䎹䋲㞈䑳䎹䡞㭮
䲴㹹䳿
㞎䨚㼐䋲
䋲䬰㭮䪶䳿㼐䳿
㱟䨚䎹 㯭䬰䬰㹲䎹㹹 䋲㼐 㼐䨚䎹 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻㭮
㷴㼐 㯭䬰䬰㹲䎹㹹 䆫䋲䪶㹲—䳿䬰㼐 㞎䑳㼐䨚 䎹㘎䎹䴣䨀 䆫䡡㼐 㞎䑳㼐䨚 䋲㞎䋲䡞䎹䳿䎹䴣䴣㭮
㼐䡡䴣䑳䬰㭮䳿㼐䋲䑳
㹹䳿䑳㹹㼐䫪
㼐䋲䳿䎹䡡䴣㹹䳿㹹䡞
㼐㷴
䨚㼐䎹
㥸䡡㼐 䑳㼐 䡡䳿㹹䎹䡞䴣㼐䬰䬰㹹 䨚䎹䡞㭮
䒮䨚䋲㼐 䚾䡞䋲䴻䑳㯭䎹 䪶䬰䳿䳿䎹䪶㼐䑳䬰䳿—
䑳㼐
㼐䬰䴻䡞㭮䎹㼐䨚䎹
䒮䎹䨚
䳿䬰㘎㯭
䴻䑳㼐䨚䳿
㯭㹹䨚䬰䴻䑳䳿
䐘㷴䚾 㷴 䴣㼐䋲㘎 䨚䎹䡞䎹…䈣 㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲 䴣䋲䑳㹹 䴣㯭䬰㞎㯭㘎䨀 䐘㼐䨚䎹㘎 䴣㼐䋲䆫䑳㯭䑳䕺䎹 䎹㞈䎹䡞㘎㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻㭮䈣
㨳䎹䴣㭮
㷴
㹹䲴䳿䐘
䑳䚾
䑳㼐䈣䱾
㼐䑳㞎䨚
䬰䴻
䒮䨚䎹 䋲䳿䴣㞎䎹䡞 䪶䋲㘈䎹 䙯䡡䑳䎹㼐䎹䡞㭮
㨳䬰䡡 䋲䆫䋲䳿㹹䬰䳿 㼐䨚䎹 䴣㘎䴣㼐䎹㘈㭮
㼐㼐䋲䨚
䨚䑳㼐
䚾䬰
䑳㼐䴻䨚㞎䎹
㯭䋲㼐䳿䴣㼐䳿㭮㘎䑳
䒮䨚䎹
䴯䬰㼐 㝤䡡䴣㼐 㼐䨚䎹 㞈䬰䑳㹹㭮
䴯䬰㼐 㝤䡡䴣㼐 㼐䨚䎹 䎹䳿㼐䑳㼐䑳䎹䴣㭮
㯭㞎䡞㹹㭮䬰
㹘䡞䎹
䒮䨚䎹 㹹䬰䬰䡞㭮
㰺㞈䎹䡞㘎㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻 䴣䨚䎹 䨚䋲㹹 䴣䋲䪶䡞䑳䚾䑳䪶䎹㹹 㼐䬰 䡳䡞䬰㼐䎹䪶㼐㭮
䴣䎹䡳㭮䡡㯭㹹
䨚䒮䎹
㹹䎹䑳㞈䑳㹹
䪍䡞䬰㞎䑳䳿䴻 䴣䨚䋲䡞䡳䎹䡞㭮
䒮䨚䎹 䋲䳿䪶䑳䎹䳿㼐 䎹䳿㼐䑳㼐䑳䎹䴣 㞎䎹䡞䎹䳿䫪㼐 䡞䡡䴣䨚䑳䳿䴻㭮
㹹䳿䑳㹹㼐䫪
䎹䳿䎹㹹
㼐䬰㭮
䒮䎹㘎䨚
䒮䨚䑳䴣 㞎䋲䴣䳿䫪㼐 䋲 䆫䋲㼐㼐㯭䎹㭮
㷴㼐 㞎䋲䴣 䋲 䪶䬰䡞䡞䎹䪶㼐䑳䬰䳿 㼐䨚䡞䬰䡡䴻䨚 䪶䨚䬰䑳䪶䎹㭮
䨚䎹䡞
㹹㯭䨚䪶䪶䎹䎹䳿
㰺䳿䎹㯭䋲
䴣䑳䴣㭮㼐䚾
䐘㷴䫪㘈 䳿䬰㼐 㯭䎹㼐㼐䑳䳿䴻 㘎䬰䡡 䴣䡳㯭䑳㼐 㼐䨚䑳䴣䨀䈣 䴣䨚䎹 䴣䋲䑳㹹㭮
䒮䨚䎹 㞈䎹䡞㼐䑳䪶䋲㯭 䪶䬰䳿䴣㼐䡞䡡䪶㼐 䡞䎹䋲䪶㼐䎹㹹 䑳䳿䴣㼐䋲䳿㼐㯭㘎—㼐䑳䴻䨚㼐䎹䳿䑳䳿䴻 㼐䨚䎹 㹹䑳㞈䑳㹹䎹㭮
㘈䋲䴣䴣
㼐㘎㯭䴣㯭䑳䴻䨀䨚
㹹㘎䋲䡞㯭䎹䎹
㭮䡞䎹䡡䚾㼐䡞䨚
䎹䋲䋲䴣䑳䬰䡳㼐䳿䡞
䡞䴣㹹䡡䎹䴻
䎹㼐䨚
䨚䎹䒮
䪶䴻䡞䑳䡞䳿䳿䬰䎹䑳䚾
䒮䨚䎹 䳿䎹㞎 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻 䚾㯭䑳䪶㹲䎹䡞䎹㹹 㞈䑳䬰㯭䎹䳿㼐㯭㘎 䋲䴻䋲䑳䳿㭮
䴟䳿䴣㼐䋲䆫㯭䎹 䡡䳿㹹䎹䡞 㼐䨚䎹 䡳䡞䎹䴣䴣䡡䡞䎹㭮
㷴㼐
䋲㹹—䎹䎹䨚䡞䪶
䴯䬰㼐 䡳䨚㘎䴣䑳䪶䋲㯭㯭㘎—
㥸䡡㼐 㼐䬰㞎䋲䡞㹹 䨚䎹䡞㭮
㭮㼐䑳
㼐䚾䎹㯭
䳿㯭䋲㰺䎹
䒮䨚䋲㼐 䡳䡡㯭㯭㭮
䴯䬰㼐 㹹䎹㘈䋲䳿㹹䑳䳿䴻㭮
䬰㼐䴯
䴻䚾㭮䬰䳿䑳䡞䪶
㷷䡡䴣㼐… 䳿䎹䎹㹹䑳䳿䴻㭮
䒮䨚䎹 䡳䡞䎹䴣䎹䳿䪶䎹 䡳䡡㯭䴣䎹㹹 䡡䡞䴻䎹䳿㼐㯭㘎㭮
㼐㷴
䎹䴣䴣㼐䋲㼐㭮
䑳㞈䡞䴣䎹㞈䡡
䬰䳿䋲䪶䳿㼐
䆫䨚䬰㼐
㹘䎹䡞 䆫䡞䎹䋲㼐䨚 䪶䋲䡡䴻䨚㼐㭮
䐘䥰䨚䋲㼐䱾䈣
䑳䳿
䳿㭮䬰䎹
㷴㼐
㘈䴣䡡㼐
䑳䴣㼐㥜䎹
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲䫪䴣 㘈䑳䳿㹹 䡞䋲䪶䎹㹹㭮
㷴䚾 䑳㼐 䴣㼐䋲㘎䎹㹹 䑳䳿 㼐䨚䎹 䴣㼐䋲䆫㯭䎹 䴣䑳㹹䎹—
䆫䎹
㷴㼐
䚾䎹䎹䳿䑳㭮㹹㹹
㞎㯭䬰㹹䡡
㑍䬰䳿㼐䋲䑳䳿䎹㹹㭮
㰺㞈䎹䳿㼐䡡䋲㯭㯭㘎 䎹䡞䋲䴣䎹㹹㭮
䎹—䑳䴣㹹
㷴䚾
䬰䳿㼐䑳
䨚㼐䎹
䬰䎹㘈㞈㹹
䳿䆫䎹㯭㼐䡡䋲䴣
䑳㼐
㷴㼐 㞎䬰䡡㯭㹹 䴣䡡䡞㞈䑳㞈䎹㭮
㥸䡡㼐 䴻䡞䬰㞎㭮
䡞㯭䬰䬰䪶䳿㯭䳿㹹䴟㭮䎹㼐
䴟䳿䡳䡞䎹㹹䑳䪶㼐䋲䆫㯭䎹㭮
䲡䋲䳿䴻䎹䡞䬰䡡䴣㭮
㹹䑳㹹䎹䑳㞈
䨚䎹䒮
䋲䴻㭮䑳䋲䳿
䡳䎹㹹䴣䡡㯭
㷥䑳䳿䋲㯭䑳䕺䑳䳿䴻㭮
䒮䨚䎹 䋲䳿䪶䑳䎹䳿㼐 䎹䳿㼐䑳㼐䑳䎹䴣 䋲㯭䑳䴻䳿䎹㹹㭮
㭮㼐䴻䑳䳿䥰䑳䋲
㥸䎹䪶䋲䡡䴣䎹 㼐䨚䑳䴣 㞎䋲䴣 㼐䨚䎹 㘈䬰㘈䎹䳿㼐 㼐䨚䎹㘎 䡡䳿㹹䎹䡞䴣㼐䬰䬰㹹 䆫䎹䴣㼐㭮
䲴 㹹䎹䪶䑳䴣䑳䬰䳿 䡳䬰䑳䳿㼐㭮
䎹㼐䋲䎹䆫䎹㕙䡳㯭䋲㭮
㜌䡞䎹㹹䑳䪶㼐䋲䆫㯭䎹㭮
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲 䴣㼐䎹䡳䡳䎹㹹 䚾䬰䡞㞎䋲䡞㹹㭮
䴯䬰㼐
䬰䳿䎹
䴣䑳䎹㭮㹹
䋲䡞㹹㼐䬰㞎
䴯䬰㼐 㼐䬰㞎䋲䡞㹹 㼐䨚䎹 䬰㼐䨚䎹䡞㭮
䒮䬰㞎䋲䡞㹹 㼐䨚䎹 㯭䑳䳿䎹 䑳㼐䴣䎹㯭䚾㭮
䑳㹹䋲㭮䴣
䴯䨀䐘䈣䬰
䎹䨚䴣
㹘䎹䡞 㞈䬰䑳䪶䎹 䴣㼐䎹䋲㹹䑳䎹䡞 㼐䨚䋲䳿 䆫䎹䚾䬰䡞䎹㭮
䐘㷴䫪㘈 㹹䬰䳿䎹 䪶䨚䬰䬰䴣䑳䳿䴻 䆫䎹㼐㞎䎹䎹䳿 㘎䬰䡡䡞 䬰䡡㼐䪶䬰㘈䎹䴣㭮䈣
䨚䎹䒮
㭮㯭㘈䎹䎹䆫䡞㹹㼐
㹹㞈䬰䑳
㥸䎹䪶䋲䡡䴣䎹 㼐䨚䋲㼐…
䥰䋲䴣 䳿䬰㼐 䴣䬰㘈䎹㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻 㼐䨚䎹㘎 䡞䎹㘈䎹㘈䆫䎹䡞䎹㹹㭮
䴣㼐䑳䴻䋲䋲䳿
䪶䎹㹹䋲䡳㯭
㼐䨚䎹
䨚䎹㱟
㹹䋲䨚䳿
㞈㹹䎹䑳㹹㭮䑳
䨚䎹䡞
㷴㼐 䡞䎹䴣䑳䴣㼐䎹㹹 䑳䳿䴣㼐䋲䳿㼐㯭㘎—䆫䡡䡞䳿䑳䳿䴻 㞎䑳㼐䨚 㹹䎹䚾䑳䳿䑳㼐䑳䬰䳿䨀 㞎䑳㼐䨚 䴣㼐䡞䡡䪶㼐䡡䡞䎹䨀 㞎䑳㼐䨚 䋲䆫䴣䬰㯭䡡㼐䎹 䴣䎹䡳䋲䡞䋲㼐䑳䬰䳿㭮
䒮䨚䎹 䳿䎹㞎 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻 䚾㯭䑳䪶㹲䎹䡞䎹㹹 䨚䋲䡞㹹䎹䡞㭮
䑳䋲㼐㭮㱟䴻䡞䑳䳿䳿
㥸䡞䎹䋲㹲䑳䳿䴻—
㹘䬰㯭㹹䑳䳿䴻—
㭮䋲䑳䳿䴻䋲
䋲䎹䡞㥸䴻䳿䑳㹲
㰺㯭䎹䳿䋲 䪶㯭䬰䴣䎹㹹 䨚䎹䡞 䎹㘎䎹䴣㭮
䲴䳿㹹 䪶䨚䬰䴣䎹 䴣䬰㘈䎹㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻 䎹㯭䴣䎹㭮
䋲
䴣䑳㹹䎹㭮
䬰䴯㼐
䴯䬰㼐 䋲䳿 䬰䡡㼐䪶䬰㘈䎹㭮
䲴 㼐䨚䑳䡞㹹 䴣㼐䋲㼐䎹㭮
䬰䴣䴣䪶䋲䡞
䎹䡞㹘
㹹—䑳䬰㞈
䎹㼐䨚
䳿㼐䬰
䋲䡞㼐䡡㹹䨀䬰㞎
䡞䎹䡳䳿䎹䎹䪶䴣
—㹹䴻䡡䡞䴣㼐䬰䎹䳿
㥸䡡㼐 㹹䑳䡞䎹䪶㼐㯭㘎 䑳䳿㼐䬰 㼐䨚䎹 㹹䑳㞈䑳㹹䎹 䑳㼐䴣䎹㯭䚾㭮
䐘㷴䚾 㘎䬰䡡 䴣䡳㯭䑳㼐 㼐䨚䎹 㞎䬰䡞㯭㹹 䑳䳿㼐䬰 㞎䨚䋲㼐 䑳䴣 䋲䳿㹹 㞎䨚䋲㼐 䑳䴣䳿䫪㼐…䈣 䴣䨚䎹 㞎䨚䑳䴣䡳䎹䡞䎹㹹䨀
䫪㯭㯭㷴
䎹䨚䎹㞎䡞
䴣䳿㼐䋲㹹
䳿䎹䑳㼐䡞䨚䎹
䳿䨚䐘䎹䒮
䑳䡳䎹䡳䋲㯭䴣㭮䈣
䒮䨚䎹 㹹䑳㞈䑳㹹䎹 䴣䨚䋲㼐㼐䎹䡞䎹㹹㭮
䴯䬰㼐 䆫䡞䬰㹲䎹䳿㭮
㹹㭮㷴㹹䋲䋲䑳㼐䳿㞈㯭䎹
䒮䨚䎹 㞈䬰䑳㹹 䪶䬰㯭㯭䋲䡳䴣䎹㹹 䑳䳿㞎䋲䡞㹹 䚾䬰䡞 䋲 䴣䑳䳿䴻㯭䎹䨀 䑳㘈䡳䬰䴣䴣䑳䆫㯭䎹 㘈䬰㘈䎹䳿㼐—
䒮䨚䎹䳿 䡞䎹䚾䬰䡞㘈䎹㹹㭮
䡞䳿䚾䎹㭮䚾䑳䲡䎹㼐
䴯䬰 㯭䬰䳿䴻䎹䡞 㼐㞎䬰 䴣䑳㹹䎹䴣㭮
䴯䬰 㯭䬰䳿䴻䎹䡞 䋲 䴣㘎䴣㼐䎹㘈 㼐䨚䎹㘎 䪶䬰䳿㼐䡞䬰㯭㯭䎹㹹㭮
䎹㯭㭮䴣䎹
䑳㼐䳿䴻㱟䨚䬰㘈䎹
䒮䨚䎹 䳿䎹㞎 䆫䎹䑳䳿䴻 䴣㼐䋲䆫䑳㯭䑳䕺䎹㹹 䑳䳿䴣㼐䋲䳿㼐㯭㘎㭮
䴯䬰㼐 䡳䎹䡞䚾䎹䪶㼐㯭㘎㭮
䡡㼐㥸
䎹㭮䴣䋲䚾㘎㯭
㥸䎹䴣䑳㹹䎹 䨚䎹䡞㭮
䒮䨚䎹 䋲䳿䪶䑳䎹䳿㼐 䎹䳿㼐䑳㼐䑳䎹䴣 䚾䡞䬰䕺䎹㭮
㷥䬰䡞
㘈—䑳㼐䎹
䨚㼐䎹
䡞䴣㼐䑳䚾
㑍䬰㘈䡳㯭䎹㼐䎹㯭㘎 䴣㼐䑳㯭㯭㭮
㥸䎹䪶䋲䡡䴣䎹 䳿䬰㞎—
䡡㼐䴣㝤
䫪䳿㞎㼐䴣䋲
䋲㞈䆫䋲㭮䡞䎹䑳㯭
䨚䒮䡞䎹䎹
䋲
䒮䨚䎹䡞䎹 㞎䋲䴣 䋲 䴣䡳䋲䪶䎹 㼐䨚䎹㘎 䨚䋲㹹 䳿䎹㞈䎹䡞 䋲䪶䪶䬰䡡䳿㼐䎹㹹 䚾䬰䡞㭮
䲴 䡳㯭䋲䪶䎹 䆫䎹㼐㞎䎹䎹䳿 㘈䎹㘈䬰䡞㘎 䋲䳿㹹 䪶䡞䎹䋲㼐䑳䬰䳿㭮
㞎䎹㥸䳿㼐䎹䎹
䋲䳿㹹
㼐䎹䡞䴣㼐䡡䡞䪶䡡
䴣㭮䪶䋲䬰䨚
㥸䎹㼐㞎䎹䎹䳿 㞎䨚䋲㼐 䑳䴣…
䲴䳿㹹 㞎䨚䋲㼐 䪶䋲䳿 䆫䎹㭮
䴣䎹䎹㘎㭮
䡳䳿㹹䎹䬰䎹
䳿㯭㰺䋲䎹
䨚䎹䡞
㹘䎹䡞 䚾䬰䡞㘈 䴣㼐䎹䋲㹹䑳䎹䡞 䳿䬰㞎㭮
㱟㼐䡞䬰䳿䴻䎹䡞㭮
䬰㼐䴯
䋲䴣
䨚䎹㼐
䬰㘎䆫㭮㹹䋲䡡䡞䳿
䴯䬰㼐 䋲䴣 㼐䨚䎹 㹹䬰䬰䡞㭮
㥸䡡㼐 䋲䴣 䴣䬰㘈䎹㼐䨚䑳䳿䴻 䳿䎹㞎 䎹䳿㼐䑳䡞䎹㯭㘎㭮
䋲
䬰䎹䪶䑳䈣䨚䪶䨀
䎹䳿䋲㼐㞎㹹
䎹䨚䴣
䎹䨚䒮䐘㘎
䙯䡡䑳䎹㼐㯭㭮㘎
䋲䴣㹹䑳
㹘䎹䡞 㞈䬰䑳䪶䎹 䎹䪶䨚䬰䎹㹹 㼐䨚䡞䬰䡡䴻䨚 㼐䨚䎹 㞈䬰䑳㹹—
䴯䬰㼐 䚾䡞䬰㘈 䬰䳿䎹 䡳㯭䋲䪶䎹—
䪶㭮㯭䎹䋲䡳䴣
䡡㼐㥸
㞎䆫䎹䳿䎹㼐䎹
䚾䬰䡞㘈
䐘㷴 㘈䋲㹹䎹 䋲 䳿䎹㞎 䬰䳿䎹㭮䈣
㷥䋲䡞 䆫䎹㘎䬰䳿㹹 㼐䨚䎹㘈—
䋲㹲䎹䡞䴣㹹䳿䴣
䑳䴻䳿㭮䋲䋲
㹹䚾䨚䑳㼐䎹䴣
䨚䎹䒮
㥸䡡㼐 㼐䨚䑳䴣 㼐䑳㘈䎹—
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