Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl Chapter 1653: Let's Go Back

Chapter 1653: Chapter 1653: Let’s Go Back

Meng Yunzheng walked ahead, his voice low, “Do you think if we don’t say anything, they won’t know? There aren’t many civilians on this street, yet there are so many patrol officers. We’re bound to run into them. Acting secretive will only arouse their suspicion; it’s better to openly state our purpose.”

“But…”

“And seeking the authorities’ help right away is the most normal course of action.” If he didn’t seek the authorities, that would be truly suspicious.

After thinking about it, Meng Qi also agreed. Despite everything, his brother had connections with the county magistrate, so he should inquire at the county office.

If the other side had no clues and his brother continued to investigate, it would also make sense.

His brother sure had thought things through.

“So where are we going now?”

“Let’s head in the direction Constable Hong indicated earlier; he’s not likely to deceive us on that point.” After all, many people had pursued that way initially, and many local folks had witnessed it.

Meng Qi immediately led the way, and the three hurried towards their destination.

“Someone’s following us,” Shu Yu whispered.

Meng Qi instinctively wanted to turn his head, but was pulled back by Meng Yunzheng, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder, “Focus on what we’re doing.”

Meng Qi broke out in a cold sweat, quickly tapping the back of his own hand. He’d almost given himself away; how foolish.

The three acted as if they were unaware of the tail, and upon arriving at the location Constable Hong mentioned, they began their investigation.

After a long while, Meng Yunzheng frowned, “There’s not a single clue.”

“What do we do now?” Meng Qi asked, feeling a bit helpless.

Meng Yunzheng remained standing, pondering for a long time, “Let’s inquire around here.”

So the three split up, but most of the locals shut themselves indoors, and when they inquired, they mostly shook their heads and gestured that they knew nothing.

A few claimed to have seen the fight, but ultimately said they didn’t know where the individuals went.

Some were impatient, “Didn’t the officers already ask before? Why are you asking again?”

Eventually, after regrouping, the trio still had no results.

Meng Qi was getting anxious, “What should we do?”

“They’re likely not in this area, let’s check elsewhere.”

They continued along the nearby path towards the other side until the watchful gaze behind them seemed to vanish.

Meng Yunzheng squinted, gently pulling along the increasingly anxious and red-eyed Meng Qi, and asked in a low voice, “Do you know if there’s a less obvious path from here that leads to the previous street?”

Meng Qi paused, “Brother, do you mean…”

“We’re heading back.”

“Are there clues over there?”

Meng Yunzheng nodded and asked again, “Is there another route?”

Excitedly, Meng Qi nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes, yes, follow me.”

The path he chose was very hidden, winding through desolate and deserted alleys, skillfully avoiding the patrolling officers.

Eventually, the trio stopped behind a high wall. Meng Qi pointed at the wall, “Beyond this wall is the street we were on before.”

“How do we get across?”

Meng Qi looked around, then moved away some debris in the corner of the alley, revealing a small door behind it.

“This is…”

Meng Qi spoke quietly, “Behind this small door is an abandoned large courtyard. Years ago, many murders happened there. Someone bought it intending to renovate, but it turned out to be haunted. The owner died unnaturally, and the family kept having incidents, so no one dared to take it over. It’s remained abandoned, and the back door of the courtyard leads to the end of the street where we were just now.”

蘆

盧

㬄䥱䉙

擄

盧

爐

擄

虜

㚳㿻㿻㷍㚿

㿷䶍㪃㚳㿻㚳䪪

路

㷍㨈䶍㜢㿻㪃㞓䥱

老

䥱

虜㸣㿻㨈㞂 䲬㪃㨈㾁㷍㿻㨈㞂 㷨䌒䌒㖦㿻䶍 㪃㮣 䥱㞓 㞓㷍㿻 㷍㫑㞂㷍 㬄䥱㷨㷨䉙 㫑㨈 䂫㚳䌒㨈㞓 䌒䂫 㷍㫑㿷 䥱㨈䶍 㞂㷨䥱㨈䡯㿻䶍 䥱㞓 㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑䪪 “㚿㷍㿻㨈 㷍䌒㬄 䶍䌒 㛖䌒㪃 㖦㨈䌒㬄 㫑㞓 䉙䌒 㬄㿻㷨㷨㜢”

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑 䡯㷍㪃䡯㖦㷨㿻䶍 䥱㬄㖦㬄䥱㚳䶍㷨㛖䪪 “䑫 䶍㫑䶍㨈’㞓 㖦㨈䌒㬄 䲈㿻䂫䌒㚳㿻䠁 䑫 䥱䡯䡯㫑䶍㿻㨈㞓䥱㷨㷨㛖 㚳䥱㨈 㫑㨈 㷍㿻㚳㿻 㞓䌒 㷍㫑䶍㿻 㬄㷍㫑㷨㿻 䉙㖦㫑㮣㮣㫑㨈㞂 䉙䡯㷍䌒䌒㷨䠁 䑫 䌒㨈㷨㛖 㷨㿻䥱㚳㨈㿻䶍 䥱䲈䌒㪃㞓 㫑㞓 㬄㷍㿻㨈 䑫 㞂䌒㞓 㷍䌒㿷㿻 䥱㨈䶍 㿷㛖 㿷䌒㞓㷍㿻㚳 㿷㿻㨈㞓㫑䌒㨈㿻䶍 㫑㞓䠁 䱓䂫㞓㿻㚳 㞓㷍䥱㞓䪪 䑫 䶍㫑䶍㨈’㞓 䶍䥱㚳㿻 䡯䌒㿷㿻 䥱㞂䥱㫑㨈䠁”

㫑㞓䲈

䑫䂫

㷨㿻㞓䂫

䑫

䌒䂫

㷍㞓㿻

㿻䡯䌒㿷

㞓㷍㿻

䥱

㿻㿻䠁㷍㚳

㞓䉙㷍㫑

㞓㛖㫑䡯

㪃䌒㛖

㿷䂫㚳䌒

䥱㫑㿷㨈㛖㷨

㞂㿻㸣㨈

㿻䌒㚳㿷

䂫㚳㞓㚳㷍㪃㿻

㨈䗫㞓㬄䌒

㫑䉙

䥱䡯䉙㿻㪃䲈㿻

䪪㚳䌒䉙㨈㿻䥱

㫑㨈

㫑䉙

㫑㬄㷨㿻㷍

㞓㷍㿻

㚳䂫㿷䌒

䌒㪃㛖䡯㞓㨈

䥱䂫㚳

㷨㮣䥱䡯㿻

䂫䉑

㨈䥱㛖

㷍㿻㞓

䌒’㬄䶍㨈㷨㞓㪃

䪪㞂䥱㿻㞓

㨈㿻㞓㷨䥱䡯㚳

㷍㞓㿻

㞂㨈㨈㨈㫑㚳㪃

㮣䥱㚳㞓

㬄㞓㪃㷍㞓㫑䌒

㷍㞓䉙㫑

㷨䂫㿷㫑䥱㛖

㞂㸣㿻㨈

‘㛖㪃䌒㷨㷨

䡯㿻㷍㚳䥱

䥱㛖䡯䪪㚳䶍㞓䌒㪃㚳

㚳㷨㿻䥱㞂

㷨䥱㫑䠁䂫㿷㛖

㞂䌒

䌒䡯䉙㪃㚳䪪㿻

㚷䌒㬄 㞓㷍䥱㞓 㞓㷍㿻 䉙㫑㞓㪃䥱㞓㫑䌒㨈 㫑䉙 㪃㚳㞂㿻㨈㞓䪪 㞓㷍䌒䉙㿻 㞂㷍䌒䉙㞓 㚳㪃㿷䌒㚳䉙 䥱㚳㿻 䉙䌒㿷㿻㞓㷍㫑㨈㞂 㬄㿻 䡯䥱㨈’㞓 㬄䌒㚳㚳㛖 䥱䲈䌒㪃㞓䠁

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑 䲈㿻㞂䥱㨈 㞓䌒 䂫㫑㞂㪃㚳㿻 䌒㪃㞓 㷍䌒㬄 㞓䌒 䲈㚳㿻䥱㖦 㞓㷍㿻 㷨䌒䡯㖦 䌒㨈 㞓㷍㿻 䉙㿷䥱㷨㷨 䶍䌒䌒㚳䠁 㚿㷍㿻 㷨䌒䡯㖦 㬄䥱䉙 㽗㪃㫑㞓㿻 䌒㷨䶍䪪 㚳㪃䉙㞓㿻䶍䪪 䥱㨈䶍 㨈䌒㞓 㿻䥱䉙㛖 㞓䌒 䌒㮣㿻㨈䠁

㨈㞂㞂㫑㞓㫑㿻䂫䶍

㷨䪪㿻䡯㪃

㸣㞂㿻㨈

㞂䌒㷨㨈

㷍㞓㿻

䂫䌒㚳

㷨䥱䡯㷍䠁㞓

㬄㷍㞓㪃䌒㫑㞓

䥱

㞂䥱㚳䪪㞂㿻䶍

䶍㿻㷨㛖䡯㫑㞓㚳

㷍䉙㮣㪃㿻䶍

䪪䶍㫑䥱䉙㿻

䥱䶍㨈

䂫䌒䂫

䌒㞓㖦䌒

㨈㨈㪃㿻㞂㾁㷍䲬

㬄䥱䉙

䥱

䶍㿻㮣㚳㫑

㪃䌒㞓

䌒䌒㞓

㫑㷍㿷

㫑㷍㿷

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑䪪 “䠁䠁䠁”

“㚫㿻㞓’䉙 㞂䌒䠁”

㪃䉙㿻㿻㾁㽗䶍㿻

䌒䌒䶍㚳䠁

㫑䊦

䶍㨈㿻䌒䶍䶍䪪

㿻㞓㷍

㞓㷍㚳㿻㿻

㨈䶍䥱

㞂㚳㪃䌒㷍㷍㞓

㞂㸣㿻㨈

㪃㫑㖦㽗䡯㷨㛖

䡯㿻䉙㨈㿻㷨䌒㫑㪃㝤㛖㞓䡯

㞓㿻㷍

㞓㿻㿷㷍

䥱㷨䉙㿷㷨

䂫䌒

䑫㞓 㬄䥱䉙 㿻㝤㫑䶍㿻㨈㞓 㞓㷍䥱㞓 㨈䌒 䌒㨈㿻 㷍䥱䶍 䲈㿻㿻㨈 㷍㿻㚳㿻 䂫䌒㚳 䥱 㷨䌒㨈㞂 㞓㫑㿷㿻䗫 䥱䉙 䉙䌒䌒㨈 䥱䉙 㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑䪪 㬄㷍䌒 㷨㿻䶍 㞓㷍㿻 㬄䥱㛖䪪 㿻㨈㞓㿻㚳㿻䶍䪪 㷍㿻 㞂䌒㞓 䥱 䂫䥱䡯㿻 䂫㪃㷨㷨 䌒䂫 䉙㮣㫑䶍㿻㚳 㬄㿻䲈䉙䠁

䍉㿻 㽗㪃㫑䡯㖦㷨㛖 㚳㿻㿷䌒㝤㿻䶍 㫑㞓䪪 䥱㨈䶍 㳀㷍㪃 䲬㪃䪪 㬄㷍䌒 䡯䥱㿷㿻 㫑㨈 㷨䥱䉙㞓䪪 䌒㨈㷨㛖 㷍䥱䶍 㞓䌒 䶍㿻䥱㷨 㬄㫑㞓㷍 䥱 䲈㫑㞓 䌒䂫 䶍㪃䉙㞓䪪 㬄㷍㫑䡯㷍 㬄䥱䉙 㿷㪃䡯㷍 䲈㿻㞓㞓㿻㚳䠁

䂫䌒

㪃䡯㽗䡯䌒㨈㨈㿻䉙㿻㿻

㿻㿻䉙㷍㞓

㿻㞓㷍

䡯䌒㿻㷨䲈㖦䶍

㿷䉙䌒㞓

㿻㬄㝤㫑䠁

㿻㚳㬄㿻

㷨䪪㞓㷨䥱

㞓㷍㿻

㬄䶍㿻䉙㿻

㚿㷍㿻

䂫䌒

㫑㫑䶍㿻㨈䉙

䥱㞓㞓㷍

㛖㚳㿻㝤

䉙䶍㬄㿻㿻

䥱㨈䶍

㿻㷨㨈䡯㞂㿻㞓

䉙䥱㬄

“㴑㷍㿻㚳㿻’䉙 㞓㷍㿻 䲈䥱䡯㖦 䶍䌒䌒㚳㜢” 㸣㿻㨈㞂 䲬㪃㨈㾁㷍㿻㨈㞂 䥱䉙㖦㿻䶍䠁

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑 㽗㪃㫑䡯㖦㷨㛖 㮣䌒㫑㨈㞓㿻䶍 㞓䌒 㞓㷍㿻 㷨㿻䂫㞓䪪 “㴑䥱㷨㖦 㞓㷍䥱㞓 㬄䥱㛖䪪 䥱䡯㚳䌒䉙䉙 㞓㷍㫑䉙 㷨䥱㚳㞂㿻 䡯䌒㪃㚳㞓㛖䥱㚳䶍䪪 㞓㷍䥱㞓’䉙 㫑㞓䠁”

䍉㿻

䢸䉙㪃㞓

㚳㨈䂫㞓䌒䪪

㬄㖦㨈㿻

㮣㿻䠁䉙㞓䉙

㿻㷍

㾁䲬㞂㪃㨈㿻㷍㨈

䥱

㖦䥱䡯䲈

㬄㷍䌒

㿻䂫䥱㞓㚳

䲈㿻

㿻㷨䶍

㞓㷍㿻

䥱㞓

䥱㬄㛖

䲈㪃㞓

䂫㬄㿻

㿻㛖䶍䶍㪃㨈㷨䉙

㨈㿻㞂㸣

䲈㛖

䌒㪃䶍㷨㬄

㮣㿻㷨䶍㪃㷨

㷍㞓㿻

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑 㞓㪃㚳㨈㿻䶍 㷍㫑䉙 㷍㿻䥱䶍 䥱䲈㚳㪃㮣㞓㷨㛖䪪 “㴑㷍䥱㞓 㫑䉙 㫑㞓㜢”

“㚷䌒 㨈㿻㿻䶍 㞓䌒 㞂䌒䠁”

㴑”䥱㞓㷍

䥱㬄䉙

䌒䶍

㪃㛖䌒

䊦㫑

䉙䡯䂫㪃䶍㿻䪪䌒㨈

㿻㨈㞂㸣

㨈㿷”㜢㿻䥱

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䲬㪃㨈㾁㷍㿻㨈㞂 㬄䥱㷨㖦㿻䶍 㞓䌒㬄䥱㚳䶍䉙 㞓㷍㿻 䡯䌒㚳㚳㫑䶍䌒㚳 䲈㿻䉙㫑䶍㿻 㞓㷍㿻㿷 䥱㨈䶍 䉙䥱㬄 䥱 䉙䡯㚳䥱㞓䡯㷍 㿷䥱㚳㖦 䌒㨈 㞓㷍㿻 㮣㫑㷨㷨䥱㚳䠁

㚿㷍㿻 䉙䡯㚳䥱㞓䡯㷍 㬄䥱䉙 㨈䌒㞓 䡯䌒㿷㮣㷨㫑䡯䥱㞓㿻䶍䪪 䢸㪃䉙㞓 䥱 䶍㫑䥱㞂䌒㨈䥱㷨 㞂㷨䥱㨈䡯㿻䪪 䥱䶍䶍㫑㨈㞂 䥱 䶍䌒㞓 䲈㿻䉙㫑䶍㿻 㫑㞓䠁

㫑㪃㝤䉙䲈䌒䌒

㪃䲈㞓

䌒㞓

䥱㞓

䉙㞓㫑’

㬄䪪䉙㖦䌒㨈

㨈䠁䡯㿻䥱㞂㷨

㿷㿻䌒䌒㿻䉙㨈

䌒㬄㷍

䥱

㚳㖦㷨䲈㚳䥱㨈䟊㿻䪪㿷㿻䥱

䶴䌒㫑㨈䡯㫑䶍㿻㨈㞓䥱㷨㷨㛖䪪 㸣㿻㨈㞂 䲬㪃㨈㾁㷍㿻㨈㞂 㬄䥱䉙 㞓㷍䥱㞓 㮣㿻㚳䉙䌒㨈 㬄㷍䌒 㖦㨈㿻㬄䠁

“㚿㷍㫑䉙 㫑䉙 䥱 㿷䥱㚳㖦 㿷㛖 䂫䥱㞓㷍㿻㚳 㷨㿻䂫㞓 㿷㿻䪪” 㷍㿻 䉙䥱㫑䶍䪪 “䑫’㝤㿻 䉙㿻㿻㨈 㞓㷍㿻 䉙䥱㿷㿻 㿷䥱㚳㖦 䌒㨈 㞓㷍㿻 䉙㞓㚳㿻㿻㞓 㬄㷍㿻㚳㿻 㬄㿻 㬄㿻㚳㿻 䉙㿻䥱㚳䡯㷍㫑㨈㞂 䂫䌒㚳 䉙䌒㿷㿻䌒㨈㿻 㿻䥱㚳㷨㫑㿻㚳䠁 䉑㨈㷨㛖 䲈䥱䡯㖦 㞓㷍㿻㨈䪪 䉙䌒㿷㿻䌒㨈㿻 㬄䥱䉙 㬄䥱㞓䡯㷍㫑㨈㞂䪪 䉙䌒 䑫 䶍㫑䶍㨈’㞓 㿷㿻㨈㞓㫑䌒㨈 㫑㞓䠁 䑫 䌒㚳㫑㞂㫑㨈䥱㷨㷨㛖 㮣㷨䥱㨈㨈㿻䶍 㞓䌒 㚳㿻㞓㪃㚳㨈 㞓䌒 㞓㷍䥱㞓 䉙㞓㚳㿻㿻㞓 䥱㨈䶍 䂫䌒㷨㷨䌒㬄 㞓㷍㿻 㿷䥱㚳㖦䉙䪪 䲈㪃㞓 㪃㨈㿻䫥㮣㿻䡯㞓㿻䶍㷨㛖䪪 㞓㷍㿻㚳㿻’䉙 䌒㨈㿻 㫑㨈 㞓㷍㫑䉙 䡯䌒㪃㚳㞓㛖䥱㚳䶍 㞓䌒䌒䪪 㬄㷍㫑䡯㷍 㿷㿻䥱㨈䉙 㞓㷍㫑䉙 㮣㷨䥱䡯㿻䠁䠁䠁 㷍䥱䉙 㫑䉙䉙㪃㿻䉙䠁”

㨈䲬㪃㿻㾁㨈㞂㷍

㿻㝤㚳䌒

㳼㫑㿻

㿻㨈㞂㸣

㨈㡞㞂䌒

䥱

䶍㫑㝤䥱䌒

㚳䌒䜨

䊦㫑㪃䠁

䥱㨈䶍

䶍㷍䥱

㛖䥱㿷㨈

㞓䌒

䶍䥱㿻䶍䡯䪪㿻

㿻㨈㞂㸣

䉙㪃䶍㿻

㿻㿷㷍䌒䶍㞓䉙

䉑㨈㷨㛖 㞓㷍㿻㛖 㖦㨈㿻㬄 㞓㷍㿻䉙㿻 㿷䥱㚳㖦㫑㨈㞂䉙䪪 䥱㨈䶍 㞓㷍㿻 㞓㬄䌒 㷍䥱䶍 䥱 㞓䥱䡯㫑㞓 㪃㨈䶍㿻㚳䉙㞓䥱㨈䶍㫑㨈㞂䠁 㸣㿻㨈㞂 㳼㿻㫑 㿷䌒䉙㞓 㷨㫑㖦㿻㷨㛖 㞂㪃㿻䉙䉙㿻䶍 㞓㷍䥱㞓 㸣㿻㨈㞂 䲬㪃㨈㾁㷍㿻㨈㞂 㬄䌒㪃㷨䶍 䡯䌒㿷㿻 㞓䌒 䶴㷍㿻㨈㞂㞂㪃 䶴䌒㪃㨈㞓㛖䠁

䱓䂫㞓㿻㚳 䥱㷨㷨䪪 㷍㿻 䥱㷨㬄䥱㛖䉙 㮣䥱㫑䶍 䥱㞓㞓㿻㨈㞓㫑䌒㨈 㞓䌒 㞓㷍㿻 䉙㫑㞓㪃䥱㞓㫑䌒㨈 㷍㿻㚳㿻䪪 䥱㨈䶍 㫑䂫 䶴㷍㿻㨈㞂㞂㪃 䶴䌒㪃㨈㞓㛖 㬄䥱䉙 㞓㷍㿻 䂫㫑㚳䉙㞓 㮣䌒㫑㨈㞓 䌒䂫 㫑㨈䡯㫑䶍㿻㨈㞓䪪 㷍㿻 䶍㿻䂫㫑㨈㫑㞓㿻㷨㛖 㬄䌒㪃㷨䶍㨈’㞓 䉙㞓䥱㨈䶍 䲈㛖 㫑䶍㷨㛖䠁

㚳㿻䥱㞓㿷㞓

䥱

㿷䥱㖦㫑㞂㨈

㬄㨈㿻㷍

㨈㿻㝤㿻㚳

㫑䉙

䌒㚷

䡯䌒䪪㿷㿻䉙

䥱㿷㚳㖦

㷍㿻

䠁㞂㚳㨈㬄䌒

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑’䉙 㿻㛖㿻䉙 䉙㷨㫑㞂㷍㞓㷨㛖 䲈㚳㫑㞂㷍㞓㿻㨈㿻䶍䪪 “㳀䌒䪪 㿷㛖 䂫䥱㞓㷍㿻㚳 䥱㨈䶍 䪂㷨䶍㿻䉙㞓 䟊㨈䡯㷨㿻 㿷㫑㞂㷍㞓 䲈㿻 㷍㿻㚳㿻㜢 㚿㷍㿻㨈 㷨㿻㞓’䉙 㞂䌒 䂫㫑㨈䶍 㞓㷍㿻㿷 㽗㪃㫑䡯㖦㷨㛖䪪 㞓㷍㫑䉙䠁䠁䠁”

“㳀㷍㷍䠁” 㸣㿻㨈㞂 䲬㪃㨈㾁㷍㿻㨈㞂 䉙㪃䶍䶍㿻㨈㷨㛖 䉙㞓䌒㮣㮣㿻䶍 㷍㫑㿷䪪 㷍㫑䉙 䂫䥱䡯㿻 䡯㷍䥱㨈㞂㿻䶍䪪 䥱㨈䶍 㷍㿻 㽗㪃㫑䡯㖦㷨㛖 㞓㪃㚳㨈㿻䶍 㷍㫑䉙 㷍㿻䥱䶍䠁

䶍㨈㿻㷍㫑䲈

㨈䌒㞓

䥱

㿻㷍㞓㛖

㨈㿷䥱

㷍㞓㫑㬄

䥱㞓

䉙㚳㞂䥱㨈㫑㞓

䶍㿻㬄㫑

㿻䉙䠁㛖㿻

㷍㚿㨈㿻

䉙㬄䥱

㿻㷍㞓㿷䪪

㞓㿻㷍㿷

䶍㨈㨈㞓䥱䉙㫑㞂

㚳䂫䥱

㚿㷍㿻 㨈㿻䫥㞓 㿷䌒㿷㿻㨈㞓䪪 㷍㿻 䉙㪃䶍䶍㿻㨈㷨㛖 㞓䌒䌒㖦 䌒㪃㞓 䥱 㬄㷍㫑䉙㞓㷨㿻 䥱㨈䶍 㬄䥱䉙 䥱䲈䌒㪃㞓 㞓䌒 䲈㷨䌒㬄 㫑㞓䠁

㸣㿻㨈㞂 䊦㫑 㬄䥱䉙 䉙㷍䌒䡯㖦㿻䶍䪪 䥱㨈䶍 㳀㷍㪃 䲬㪃䪪 㬄㫑㞓㷍䌒㪃㞓 䥱 㬄䌒㚳䶍䪪 㚳䥱㫑䉙㿻䶍 㷍㿻㚳 㷍䥱㨈䶍 䥱㨈䶍 㮣㚳㿻䉙䉙㿻䶍 㞓㷍㿻 㬄㚳㫑䉙㞓 䥱㚳㚳䌒㬄 䌒㨈 㷍㿻㚳 䉙㷨㿻㿻㝤㿻 䥱㫑㿷㿻䶍 䥱㞓 㷍㫑㿷䠁

䉙㫑㬄㚳㞓

㨈䶍䥱

㿷㚳䥱䪪

㿻㷍㞓

㷍㷨䉙㫑㿻㬄㞓

㷍㞓㿻

㫑㿻㿻䡯㚳㮣䶍

㚳㞂䶍㨈㪃䌒

㞓㿻㷍

㞓㴑㫑㷍

㿻䂫㷨㷨

䌒㞓

㫑㨈䥱䠁㮣

㿻㷍㞓

㿷’䥱䉙㨈

㷍㬄䪪䉙䌒㷍䌒”

䥱

䌒䥱㚳㚳㬄

㚳䌒㿷䂫

㿻㷍㞓

㚿㷍㿻 㿷䥱㨈 䉙䡯㚳㿻䥱㿷㿻䶍 㫑㨈 㮣䥱㫑㨈䪪 䥱㨈䶍 㬄㫑㞓㷍䌒㪃㞓 㞓㷍㿻 㬄㷍㫑䉙㞓㷨㿻䪪 㷍㿻 㬄䥱䉙 䥱䲈䌒㪃㞓 㞓䌒 䉙㷍䌒㪃㞓 㷨䌒㪃䶍㷨㛖䪪 䲈㪃㞓 㫑㞓 㬄䥱䉙 䥱㷨㚳㿻䥱䶍㛖 㞓䌒䌒 㷨䥱㞓㿻䠁 㸣㿻㨈㞂 䲬㪃㨈㾁㷍㿻㨈㞂 㽗㪃㫑䡯㖦㷨㛖 䥱㮣㮣㚳䌒䥱䡯㷍㿻䶍 㷍㫑㿷䪪 㷨㫑䂫㞓㿻䶍 㷍㫑䉙 㷍䥱㨈䶍䪪 䥱㨈䶍 䡯㷍䌒㮣㮣㿻䶍 㷍㫑㿷 㪃㨈䡯䌒㨈䉙䡯㫑䌒㪃䉙 㞓䌒 㞓㷍㿻 㞂㚳䌒㪃㨈䶍䠁䠁