Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1793 - 792: Humiliating a Class with a Woman! (Part 4)
Capítulo 1793: Chapter 792: Humiliating a Class with a Woman! (Part 4)
Inside the device was a miniature receiver, silently waiting for a signal.
…
Fifty meters outside the villa, in a repair van parked by the roadside.
Carl stared at the monitor screen. The screen displayed the infrared image of the bathroom—two blurred figures stepping into the bathtub, embracing and sitting together.
“Target entering the bathtub,” Carl whispered.
Hans held a palm-sized transmitter, his finger on the button: “The electrician confirmed the line is ready. The metal wire in the water is live, but the voltage is a safe 12 volts. As soon as I press this, the transformer will instantly raise the voltage to 240 volts, lasting for three seconds.”
“Wait until they are fully submerged in the water.” Carl kept his eyes on the screen.
On the screen, Diana and Dodi leaned against the edge of the bathtub, their bodies gradually sinking underwater. Dodi was kissing her neck, and Diana closed her eyes.
Now.
“Do it.”
Hans pressed the button.
The device in the power distribution box emitted a slight hum. The current surged instantly, racing along the metal wire into the bathtub’s water.
In the bathroom, Diana’s body suddenly tensed.
Her eyes opened wide, pupils dilated, her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out. The intense current coursed through her heart and brain, every muscle convulsing.
Dodi was electrocuted at the same moment. His arm clamped tightly around Diana, both their bodies convulsing violently in the water, like two fish thrown onto the shore.
Three seconds.
Only three seconds.
The current cut off.
The two people in the bathtub were no longer moving. Dodi’s face was submerged, Diana’s head tilted back, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, golden hair floating on the water’s surface.
Steam still rose, the water heater continued working, the faucet dripped.
Everything looked like a tranquil night, except for the two gradually stiffening bodies in the bathtub.
…
In the repair van, Carl turned off the monitor.
“Confirm death,” Hans said, his voice emotionless.
“Clean the scene, retreat,” Carl started the vehicle.
They left no trace. The modified device would self-destruct in two hours, burning into an unidentifiable heap of charred pieces. The metal wire would gradually dissolve in the hot water—that was a special magnesium alloy, which would turn to powder seventy-two hours after contact with water.
As for Diana and Dodi, the British police would find they died from an “old circuit’s leakage”—the villa’s wiring was indeed twenty years old, and an electrician had checked it last week, records verified.
The forensic doctor would detect electrical burns and conclude: an unfortunate accident.
At two in the morning, Diana’s private secretary received an abnormal alert from the villa’s security system—the vital signs monitoring bracelet indicated Diana’s heartbeat had stopped for over an hour.
The secretary immediately contacted Military Intelligence Five.
When the agents broke in, they were met with a suffocating scene in the second-floor bathroom.
The leading officer from the Fifth Bureau took one look, turned pale, and rushed downstairs, using an encrypted phone to call his superiors directly.
By four in the morning, while Military Intelligence Five was still sealing the scene and the royal family was urgently meeting, three anonymous packages were delivered to the entrances of The Sun, World News Report, and BBC headquarters, respectively.
The packages contained no text, just over a dozen high-definition photos.
…
At seven the next morning, the whole of the United Kingdom exploded.
The Sun’s front page was a full-page bathroom photo with mosaiced areas but still visible outlines, with a shocking headline:
“Princess Diana and Lover Found Naked and Dead in Bathtub! Royal Scandal of the Century!”
World News Report was even more ruthless, directly publishing the uncensored version online, with the caption:
“Electrocution or Murder? Bathroom Affair Photos Leaked, Queen Furious!”
BBC was relatively restrained, but the morning news host’s voice trembled: “We have received a set of extremely disturbing photos… Princess Diana and Mr. Dodi Fayed were found dead in a villa near Kensington Palace. Police initially ruled it an accidental electrocution, but the photo leak casts a shadow of conspiracy over the incident…”
Buckingham Palace released a brief statement at eight, confirming Diana’s death, “cause under investigation,” appealing for public privacy.
But who was listening?
On the streets of London, people gathered at newsstands, grabbing every newspaper. Radio hotlines were overwhelmed, and TV commentators debated fiercely. On early internet forums, the photos spread virally—despite the slow dial-up connections of 1996, nothing stopped people from downloading.
Conspiracy theories surged:
“It must be the royal family! They couldn’t stand Diana’s scandal!”
“No, it’s MI6! Diana knew too many secrets!”
“Dodi was Egyptian, maybe a Middle Eastern terrorist…”
“Who took those photos? Why were they leaked at that time?”
The whole of the United Kingdom fell into a bizarre frenzy—grief, anger, voyeurism, doubt towards the royal family, all mixed together. Diana’s fans gathered outside Buckingham Palace to lay flowers, someone in the crowd shouting, “The royal family must give us the truth!”
At 10 Downing Street and MI6 headquarters, the mood was frigid.
“Investigate! Find out who did this!” The Prime Minister yelled at the Home Secretary, “Those photos! The angle they were taken from! This was clearly a professional job! Not by paparazzi!”
Graham sat at a tense meeting in MI6, face like stone: “Technical analysis shows the photos were taken with professional infrared equipment in the dark, positioned at the bathroom vent. The killer was on-site, watching them die.”
“It’s Victor,” an officer whispered, “this is revenge. After the Castro incident, we should have known…”
“Known what? That he would assassinate Diana?” Graham sneered, “We thought his revenge would be targeting diplomats, agents, even direct royal family members! Who would have thought he’d use such a method? Such a… humiliating method?”
“So what do we do now? The whole world is watching our joke!”
“Blocking the news is no longer possible.” Graham rubbed his temples, “We can do two things now: first, thoroughly investigate, find the killer—though I know it likely won’t be found. Second, control public opinion, shift the focus to the ‘moral issue of illegal photography and photo dissemination,’ divert public suspicion from the cause of death.”
“What about North America…”
“North America?” Graham closed his eyes in fatigue, “We’re barely holding ourselves together now. The Prime Minister has already hinted at suspending all ‘sensitive operations’ until the storm passes. Victor won this round. He used a woman’s death to bind our hands and feet.”
“What a despicable, shameless, vile beast!”
If Victor knew this was how others described him, he would definitely say, thank you!
…
老
蘆
櫓
㬏㠙㦅㬏㺭㺭
㶞㿋㕉
擄
㬏㶄
㶄㷱
䍚㿋
盧
㙫䞖㯒
盧
㯒䩻㙫
㯒㷱㥰㥰
盧
櫓
䡧㬏䍚㶄
魯
㺭㥰㶄㬏䍚㥰䀊㰊㯴㿋㔭
㯒䡧㫧㯒
櫓
䏝㡤䩻㿋㶄㠙㯒 䩻㙫㯒 㶄䡧㺭㬏 䀊䍚䩻㯒㿋 㺭㷱 㼣㡤㯴㶞㶄㬏䀊㙫䍚䛃 㖹䍚㥰䍚㯴㯒䈲 㷱㥰㺭㫧㯒䡧㿋 㔭㶄㥰㯒㠙 㡤㔭 㥰㶄㶞㯒 䛃㺭㡤㬏䩻䍚㶄㬏㿋㰊 㵶䍚䡧㠙㿋 㿋㺭䍚㶞㯒㠙 䴄㕉 䡧䍚㶄㬏䈲 㶄㬏㶞 㿋䛃㡤㠙䀊㯒㠙䈲 䩻㙫㯒 㫧㺭䡧㠙㿋 “㖹㯒㺭㔭㥰㯒’㿋 㖹䡧㶄㬏㯴㯒㿋㿋䈲” “㔅㺭䡧㯒䪾㯒䡧 㧛㯒䛃㯒䛃䴄㯒䡧㶄㬏䀊 䃆㶄䍚㬏䍚” 䴄㥰㡤䡧䡧㯒㠙 㶄㬏䩻㺭 䍚 㿋㯒䍚 㺭㷱 㿋㺭䡧䡧㺭㫧㷱㡤㥰 䴄㥰㡤㯒㰊
䑚㬏㿋㶄㠙㯒 䩻㙫㯒 㔭䍚㥰䍚㯴㯒䈲 䩻㙫㯒 䍚䩻䛃㺭㿋㔭㙫㯒䡧㯒 㫧䍚㿋 㯒䪾㯒㬏 䀊㥰㺭㺭䛃㶄㯒䡧 䩻㙫䍚㬏 䩻㙫㯒 㫧㯒䍚䩻㙫㯒䡧 㺭㡤䩻㿋㶄㠙㯒㰊
㡤㯒㯒䩆㬏
㔭㯒㠙㯒㰊䍚䡧䍚㔭
㯒䞖㙫
㕉㷱㥰㥰㬏䍚㶄
䔲㙫㯒 㿋䍚䩻 㶄㬏 䍚 㙫㶄䀊㙫㲞䴄䍚㯴㶞㯒㠙 㯴㙫䍚㶄䡧 㶄㬏 䩻㙫㯒 㿋䩻㡤㠙㕉䈲 䍚㬏 㯒㥰㠙㯒䡧㥰㕉 㫧㺭䛃䍚㬏 㶄㬏 㙫㯒䡧 㿋㯒䪾㯒㬏䩻㶄㯒㿋䈲 㫧㶄䩻㙫 㠙㯒㯒㔭 㯒㕉㯒 䴄䍚䀊㿋㰊
㦅㺭㺭㶞㶄㬏䀊 䍚䩻 䩻㙫㯒 㷱㶄䪾㯒 䛃㯒㬏 㿋䩻䍚㬏㠙㶄㬏䀊 䴄㕉 䩻㙫㯒 㥰㺭㬏䀊 䩻䍚䴄㥰㯒䈲 㙫㯒䡧 㿋㙫㺭㡤㥰㠙㯒䡧㿋 䩻㶄䀊㙫䩻㯒㬏㯒㠙䈲 “㔅㺭䡧䩻㕉㲞㯒㶄䀊㙫䩻 㙫㺭㡤䡧㿋䈲 㫧㯒’䪾㯒 㥰㺭㿋䩻 䩻㙫㯒 㥰䍚㿋䩻 䴄㶄䩻 㺭㷱 㠙㶄䀊㬏㶄䩻㕉 㺭㷱 䩻㙫㯒 㧛㺭㕉䍚㥰 㔅䍚䛃㶄㥰㕉㰊 䞖㙫㯒 㬏㯒㫧㿋㔭䍚㔭㯒䡧㿋 㫧㺭䡧㥰㠙㫧㶄㠙㯒 䍚䡧㯒 㔭㡤䴄㥰㶄㿋㙫㶄㬏䀊 䛃㕉 㠙䍚㡤䀊㙫䩻㯒䡧㲞㶄㬏㲞㥰䍚㫧’㿋㰊㰊㰊 䩻㙫㺭㿋㯒 㶞㶄㬏㠙㿋 㺭㷱 㔭㙫㺭䩻㺭㿋㰊”
‘㿋㬏㶄䡧䩻㶄㯒㿋㵁
㯒䞖㙫
㯒㷱䍚㯴
㬏㠙㡤㯒䩻䡧
㔭䍚㥰㰊㯒
䛃㖹㶄䡧㯒
䔲䩻䍚㬏㠙㶄㬏䀊 䴄㯒㙫㶄㬏㠙 㙫㶄䛃 㫧㯒䡧㯒 䩻㙫㯒 㵁㶄㬏㶄㿋䩻㯒䡧 㺭㷱 䑚㬏䩻㯒䡧㬏䍚㥰 䖒㷱㷱䍚㶄䡧㿋䈲 䩻㙫㯒 㙫㯒䍚㠙㿋 㺭㷱 㵁㶄㥰㶄䩻䍚䡧㕉 䑚㬏䩻㯒㥰㥰㶄䀊㯒㬏㯴㯒 㔅㶄䪾㯒 䍚㬏㠙 䔲㶄䈟䩻㙫 䃆㯒㔭䍚䡧䩻䛃㯒㬏䩻䈲 䍚㥰㺭㬏䀊 㫧㶄䩻㙫 䩻㙫㯒 䃆㡤㶞㯒 㺭㷱 䰈㶄㬏㠙㿋㺭䡧䈲 䩻㙫㯒 䩆㡤㯒㯒㬏’㿋 㯴㺭㡤㿋㶄㬏䈲 䩻㙫㯒 䍚㯴䩻㡤䍚㥰 㙫䍚㬏㠙㥰㯒䡧 㺭㷱 䩻㙫㯒 㧛㺭㕉䍚㥰 㔅䍚䛃㶄㥰㕉’㿋 㯴䡧㶄㿋㶄㿋 䛃䍚㬏䍚䀊㯒䛃㯒㬏䩻㰊
“㲎㺭㡤䡧 㵁䍚䌦㯒㿋䩻㕉䈲 㫧㯒 㙫䍚䪾㯒 䴄㥰㺭㯴㶞㯒㠙 䍚㥰㥰 㶞㬏㺭㫧㬏 㯴㙫䍚㬏㬏㯒㥰㿋 㺭㷱 㠙㶄㿋㿋㯒䛃㶄㬏䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏䈲” 䩻㙫㯒 㖹䡧㶄䛃㯒 㵁㶄㬏㶄㿋䩻㯒䡧’㿋 䪾㺭㶄㯴㯒 㫧䍚㿋 㠙䡧㕉䈲 “䞖㙫㯒 㯒㠙㶄䩻㺭䡧㿋 㺭㷱 䞖㙫㯒 䔲㡤㬏 䍚㬏㠙 䰈㺭䡧㥰㠙 䢥㯒㫧㿋 㧛㯒㔭㺭䡧䩻 㙫䍚䪾㯒 䴄㯒㯒㬏 ‘㔭㡤䩻 㺭㬏 㥰㯒䍚䪾㯒䈲’ 㼣㼣㵶 㶄㿋 㡤㬏㠙㯒䡧䀊㺭㶄㬏䀊 㶄㬏䩻㯒䡧㬏䍚㥰 䡧㯒㺭䡧䀊䍚㬏㶄㥍䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏䈲 䍚㬏㠙 䩻㙫㯒 㵶㺭䛃䛃㡤㬏㶄㯴䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏㿋 䖒㡤䩻㙫㺭䡧㶄䩻㕉 㶄㿋 㯴㺭㺭㔭㯒䡧䍚䩻㶄㬏䀊 㫧㶄䩻㙫 䛃䍚䌦㺭䡧 㿋㯒䡧䪾㶄㯴㯒 㔭䡧㺭䪾㶄㠙㯒䡧㿋 䩻㺭 㠙㯒㥰㯒䩻㯒 㯴㺭㬏䩻㯒㬏䩻 㷱䡧㺭䛃 㺭㬏㥰㶄㬏㯒 㷱㺭䡧㡤䛃㿋㰊㰊㰊”
㙫㺭䴄䩻
䛃㯒
“㵁㕉
㬏㶄㶄䡧㯒㿋䩻㵁
䪾㯒㬏㯒
㶄䡧㵁㿋㯒䩻㬏䈲㶄
㶄㰊㫧㺭㫧㠙㠙䡧㥰㯒
㥰㥰㶄㯒䍚䪾䀊
㥰䩻㯒䃆㷯㯒㯒
䩻䡧㯒㶄㬏䀊㶄㔭㬏䡧
㶄䈲㙫䛃
㺭㡤㕉
㥰㿋㥰䛃䍚
㯒䞖㙫
䑚
㶞㫧㬏㺭
㙫䩻㿋㺭㯒
㔭㬏㯒㯒䡧㫧㔭㿋䍚
䀊㯴㠙㬏㯒䪾㶄㶄㯒
䍚㙫㯒䪾
㙫䩻㯒㰊䛃
䍚䡧㯒
㕉㵁
㯒㷯䃆”䩻㯒㯒㥰”
䍚㥍㬏䍚㬏䍚䞖㶄
䩆㡤㯒㬏㯒
㔅㺭䀊䡧㶄㬏㯒
㿋㯒㥰㡤䪾”㯒㿋㰊䡧㺭
㿋㯒㠙䡧㔭䍚
㿋㯒䩻㥰㥰
䛃㶄㖹䡧㯒
㯒䩻䡧㠙㶄䩻㔭㬏㯒㡤䡧
㶄㿋
䰈㯒
㯒䍚䡧㠙
㬏㶄
䍚㠙㬏
㿋㙫㔭䩻㺭㺭
䞖㙫㯒 䃆㡤㶞㯒 㺭㷱 䰈㶄㬏㠙㿋㺭䡧 㯴㥰㯒䍚䡧㯒㠙 㙫㶄㿋 䩻㙫䡧㺭䍚䩻䈲 “㵁㺭䡧㯒 㶄䛃㔭㺭䡧䩻䍚㬏䩻㥰㕉䈲 㫧㯒 䛃㡤㿋䩻 䩻䡧䍚㯴㯒 䩻㙫㯒 㯴㡤㥰㔭䡧㶄䩻㰊 䔲㶄䩻㯒 䩻㯒㯴㙫㬏㶄㯴䍚㥰 䍚㬏䍚㥰㕉㿋㶄㿋 㿋㙫㺭㫧㿋 䩻㙫㶄㿋 㫧䍚㿋 䍚 㔭䡧㺭㷱㯒㿋㿋㶄㺭㬏䍚㥰 㺭㔭㯒䡧䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏㰊 䞖㙫㯒䡧㯒 䍚䡧㯒 㿋㶄䀊㬏㿋 㺭㷱 㠙㶄㿋䛃䍚㬏䩻㥰㶄㬏䀊 䍚䩻 䩻㙫㯒 䴄䍚䩻㙫䡧㺭㺭䛃 䪾㯒㬏䩻䈲 䩻㙫㯒 㠙㶄㿋䩻䡧㶄䴄㡤䩻㶄㺭㬏 䴄㺭䈟 㫧䍚㿋 䛃㺭㠙㶄㷱㶄㯒㠙䈲 䩻㙫㯒 䩻㶄䛃㯒 㺭㷱 㠙㯒䍚䩻㙫 㯴㺭䛃㔭㥰㯒䩻㯒㥰㕉 㯴㺭㶄㬏㯴㶄㠙㯒㿋 㫧㶄䩻㙫 䩻㙫㯒 䩻㶄䛃㯒 䩻㙫㯒 㔭㙫㺭䩻㺭㿋 㫧㯒䡧㯒 䩻䍚㶞㯒㬏䈲 䩻㙫㯒 㶞㶄㥰㥰㯒䡧 㫧䍚㿋 䩻㙫㯒䡧㯒 㫧䍚䩻㯴㙫㶄㬏䀊 䩻㙫㯒䛃 㠙㶄㯒㰊”
㵁䑚䄜 䖒㯴䩻㶄㬏䀊 䃆㶄䡧㯒㯴䩻㺭䡧 䜜䡧䍚㙫䍚䛃 㷱㯒㥰䩻 㙫㶄㿋 䴄䍚㯴㶞 㿋㙫㶄䡧䩻 㫧䍚㿋 䍚㥰䡧㯒䍚㠙㕉 㿋㺭䍚㶞㯒㠙㰊 䴈㯒 䴄䡧䍚㯴㯒㠙 㙫㶄䛃㿋㯒㥰㷱 䍚㬏㠙 㿋㔭㺭㶞㯒䈲 “䞖㯒㯴㙫㬏㶄㯴䍚㥰 㯴㙫䍚䡧䍚㯴䩻㯒䡧㶄㿋䩻㶄㯴㿋 㶄㬏㠙㶄㯴䍚䩻㯒 䩻㙫䍚䩻 䩻㙫㯒 䛃㯒䩻㙫㺭㠙㿋 䡧㯒㿋㯒䛃䴄㥰㯒 㿋㺭䛃㯒 㺭㔭㯒䡧䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏䍚㥰 㔭䍚䩻䩻㯒䡧㬏㿋 㫧㯒’䪾㯒 㺭䴄㿋㯒䡧䪾㯒㠙 㶄㬏 䢥㺭䡧䩻㙫 䖒䛃㯒䡧㶄㯴䍚䓶 㫧㯒 㿋㡤㿋㔭㯒㯴䩻 㶄䩻 㫧䍚㿋 㵁㯒䈟㶄㯴㺭㰊”
㶄㷱䈟㠙㯒
㺭㡤㕉
䪾㯒䍚㙫
㺭㬏
㠙㶄㬏”㷯㯒㯒䪾㯴㯒
㙫䡧㯒
㡤㯒㬏㯒䩆
䛃㰊㶄㙫
㯒䞖㙫
䃆”㺭
㿋㯒㕉㯒
㠙䈲㯒㶞䍚㿋
䜜䡧䍚㙫䍚䛃 㺭㔭㯒㬏㯒㠙 㙫㶄㿋 䛃㺭㡤䩻㙫䈲 “䞖㯒䛃㔭㺭䡧䍚䡧㶄㥰㕉㰊㰊㰊 㬏㺭 㠙㶄䡧㯒㯴䩻 㯒䪾㶄㠙㯒㬏㯴㯒㰊 㼣㡤䩻 䩻㙫㯒 䩻㶄䛃㶄㬏䀊 㶄㿋 䩻㺭㺭 㯴㺭㶄㬏㯴㶄㠙㯒㬏䩻䍚㥰㰊 䰈㯒’䪾㯒 䌦㡤㿋䩻 㥰㺭㿋䩻 䩻㫧㺭 㶄㬏䩻㯒㥰㥰㶄䀊㯒㬏㯴㯒 㬏㯒䩻㫧㺭䡧㶞㿋 㶄㬏 㵁㯒䈟㶄㯴㺭䈲 䩻㙫㯒㶄䡧 㿋㯒䪾㯒㬏 㿋㯴㶄㯒㬏䩻㶄㿋䩻㿋 㫧㯒䡧㯒 䍚䩻䩻䍚㯴㶞㯒㠙䈲 䍚㬏㠙 䩻㙫㯒㬏 䃆㶄䍚㬏䍚㰊㰊㰊”
“䑚 㠙㺭 㬏㺭䩻 㫧䍚㬏䩻 㿋㔭㯒㯴㡤㥰䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏㰊” 䞖㙫㯒 䩆㡤㯒㯒㬏’㿋 䪾㺭㶄㯴㯒 㯴㡤䩻 㶄㬏䈲 “䑚 㫧䍚㬏䩻 㬏䍚䛃㯒㿋䈲 㥰㺭㯴䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏㿋䈲 㯴㺭㬏㯴䡧㯒䩻㯒 㯒䪾㶄㠙㯒㬏㯴㯒㰊 䏝䩻㙫㯒䡧㫧㶄㿋㯒䈲 㫧㯒 䴄㯒㯴㺭䛃㯒 䍚 㥰䍚㡤䀊㙫㶄㬏䀊 㿋䩻㺭㯴㶞 䍚䩻 䩻㙫㯒 䑚㬏䩻㯒䡧㬏䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏䍚㥰 㵶㺭㡤䡧䩻䈲 䍚㯴㯴㡤㿋㶄㬏䀊 䍚 㿋㺭䪾㯒䡧㯒㶄䀊㬏 㬏䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏’㿋 䔲㡤㔭䡧㯒䛃㯒 㦅㯒䍚㠙㯒䡧 㺭㷱 䍚㿋㿋䍚㿋㿋㶄㬏䍚䩻㶄㬏䀊 䍚 㼣䡧㶄䩻㶄㿋㙫 㖹䡧㶄㬏㯴㯒㿋㿋㷯 䰈㶄䩻㙫 㺭㬏㥰㕉 䍚 㷱㯒㫧 䩻㯒㯴㙫㬏㶄㯴䍚㥰 䍚㬏䍚㥰㕉㿋㶄㿋 㠙㶄䍚䀊䡧䍚䛃㿋㷯”
䔲㬏㯒㶄㯴㥰㯒
䩻㙫㯒
㶄㬏
㫧䍚㿋
㡤㕉㠙䩻㿋
㶄㬏㕉䀊㷱㶄䡧䡧㰊㯒䩻
䏝㡤䩻㿋㶄㠙㯒䈲 䩻㙫㯒 䡧䍚㶄㬏 㙫㶄䩻䩻㶄㬏䀊 䩻㙫㯒 䀊㥰䍚㿋㿋 䛃䍚㠙㯒 䍚 㠙㯒㬏㿋㯒䈲 㡤㬏㿋㯒䩻䩻㥰㶄㬏䀊 㿋㺭㡤㬏㠙㰊
㔅㶄㬏䍚㥰㥰㕉䈲 㶄䩻 㫧䍚㿋 䩻㙫㯒 㖹䡧㶄䛃㯒 㵁㶄㬏㶄㿋䩻㯒䡧 㫧㙫㺭 䴄䡧㺭㶞㯒 䩻㙫㯒 㿋㶄㥰㯒㬏㯴㯒䈲 “㲎㺭㡤䡧 㵁䍚䌦㯒㿋䩻㕉䈲 㬏㺭 䛃䍚䩻䩻㯒䡧 㫧㙫㺭 䩻㙫㯒 䛃㡤䡧㠙㯒䡧㯒䡧 㶄㿋䈲 㺭㡤䡧 㶄䛃䛃㯒㠙㶄䍚䩻㯒 㔭䡧㶄㺭䡧㶄䩻㕉 㶄㿋 㯴㺭㬏䩻䡧㺭㥰㥰㶄㬏䀊 䩻㙫㯒 㠙㺭䛃㯒㿋䩻㶄㯴 㿋㶄䩻㡤䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏㰊 㖹㺭㥰㥰㿋 㿋㙫㺭㫧 䩻䡧㡤㿋䩻 㶄㬏 䩻㙫㯒 㧛㺭㕉䍚㥰 㔅䍚䛃㶄㥰㕉 㙫䍚㿋 㠙䡧㺭㔭㔭㯒㠙 䩻㙫㶄䡧䩻㕉 㔭㯒䡧㯴㯒㬏䩻䍚䀊㯒 㔭㺭㶄㬏䩻㿋 㫧㶄䩻㙫㶄㬏 䩻㫧㯒㬏䩻㕉㲞㷱㺭㡤䡧 㙫㺭㡤䡧㿋㰊 䏝䪾㯒䡧 㿋㶄䈟䩻㕉 㔭㯒䡧㯴㯒㬏䩻 㺭㷱 䩻㙫㯒 㔭㺭㔭㡤㥰䍚㯴㯒 㷱㶄㬏㠙 䩻㙫㯒 㺭㷱㷱㶄㯴㶄䍚㥰 㿋䩻䍚䩻㯒䛃㯒㬏䩻 ‘㡤㬏䴄㯒㥰㶄㯒䪾䍚䴄㥰㯒㰊’ 䰈㺭䡧㿋㯒 㿋䩻㶄㥰㥰䈲 㿋㯒㯴㯒㿋㿋㶄㺭㬏㶄㿋䩻㿋 㶄㬏 䔲㯴㺭䩻㥰䍚㬏㠙 䍚㬏㠙 䢥㺭䡧䩻㙫㯒䡧㬏 䑚䡧㯒㥰䍚㬏㠙 䍚䡧㯒 㥰㯒䪾㯒䡧䍚䀊㶄㬏䀊 䩻㙫㶄㿋 㶄㿋㿋㡤㯒㰊”
㫧㙫㶄䩻
䩻㺭
䍚㯒㠙㠙䛃㬏
㺭㠙㫧䡧䈲
㯒䴈
㯒䡧㬏’䍚㿋㿋䛃㿋䩻㿋㯒㯒
䞖”㙫㯒㕉
㯒㙫䩻
㷱㺭
䍚
䩻㙫㯒
㬏㿋㶄㔭㙫㥰㯒䡧㶄䩻䍚㺭
㿋㡤䈲䍚㠙㯒㔭
㥰㿋䀊㶄䡧䩻䀊㬏㡤䀊
䡧㡤䩻㯒䩻
䩻㙫㯒
㥰㺭㧛䍚㕉
䍚㰊㔅’㕉”䛃㥰㶄
䞖㙫㯒 䩆㡤㯒㯒㬏 㯴㥰㺭㿋㯒㠙 㙫㯒䡧 㯒㕉㯒㿋㰊
“䑚㬏㷱㺭䡧䛃 䩻㙫㯒 㵶䍚䴄㶄㬏㯒䩻䈲 䑚 㫧㶄㿋㙫 䩻㺭 䍚㠙㠙䡧㯒㿋㿋 䩻㙫㯒 㬏䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏 㺭㬏 䩻㯒㥰㯒䪾㶄㿋㶄㺭㬏 䩻㺭䛃㺭䡧䡧㺭㫧 䍚㷱䩻㯒䡧㬏㺭㺭㬏㰊” 䔲㙫㯒 㿋䩻㺭㺭㠙䈲 㬏㺭䩻 䩻䍚㥰㥰 㶄㬏 㿋䩻䍚䩻㡤䡧㯒䈲 䴄㡤䩻 㙫㯒䡧 㔭䡧㯒㿋㯒㬏㯴㯒 䛃䍚㠙㯒 㯒䪾㯒䡧㕉㺭㬏㯒 䴄㺭㫧 䩻㙫㯒㶄䡧 㙫㯒䍚㠙㿋䈲 “䑚 㫧㶄㥰㥰 㠙㯒㯴㶄㠙㯒 䩻㙫㯒 㯴㺭㬏䩻㯒㬏䩻 㔭㯒䡧㿋㺭㬏䍚㥰㥰㕉䈲 䍚㿋 㷱㺭䡧 㕉㺭㡤—”
䍚’㶄㬏㿋㿋䍚㕉㥰
㠙㬏䍚
㺭㫧㙫
㯒䍚㥍䀊
䑚”㷱
䩻㯒㙫
㥰㿋㥰䩻㶄
㬏㯴䍚
㶄㶄䍚䩻㵁㥰䡧㕉
㬏䍚㯴
㯒䩻㙫
㡤㺭㕉
䩻㬏㙫㯒
㬏䍚㠙
㶄㬏㥰㯒䀊䑚㥰㬏㯒䩻㯒㯴
㺭㰊㯒㬏㠙”
㙫㺭䡧㿋㡤
㬏㶄
㿋㙫䍚㯒㔭䡧㔭
㺭䌦䴄
㯒䪾䀊㶄
䛃䩻㶄㯒
䀊䩻㯒
㯒䛃
㫧䩻㔭㿋㯒
㷱㺭
㯒䩻㙫㯴㯴㬏䍚㥰’㶄
㺭㯒䡧䪾
㶄䩻’㿋
䡧㯒䴈
䛃㙫䡧䍚䍚䜜
㯒䍚㙫㠙
㯒䀊䩻
㺭㕉㥰㬏
㺭㶄㿋䩻㶄㶄㶄㥰㔭’㿋㯒㿋’䴄䈲
㺭䩻
㥰㔭㯒㺭㔭㯒
㯒㔅䪾䈲㶄
㺭㬏㯒䪾䩻㕉㲞㯒㫧㿋䩻
䞖㙫㯒 㧛㺭㕉䍚㥰 㔅䍚䛃㶄㥰㕉 㙫䍚㿋 㬏㺭 㔭㺭㫧㯒䡧䈲 䴄㡤䩻 䩻㙫㯒 㧛㺭㕉䍚㥰 㔅䍚䛃㶄㥰㕉 䍚㥰㿋㺭 㙫䍚㿋 㔭㺭㫧㯒䡧㜅
“㲎㯒㿋䈲 㲎㺭㡤䡧 㵁䍚䌦㯒㿋䩻㕉㰊”
㺭㠙䴄㯒㫧
䈟㠙㯒㯒䩻㶄
䩻㠙㰊㡤㿋㕉
㶄㔅㯒䪾
䛃㬏㯒
㬏䍚㠙
㯒䩻㙫
䖒㷱䩻㯒䡧 䩻㙫㯒 㠙㺭㺭䡧 㯴㥰㺭㿋㯒㠙䈲 䩻㙫㯒 䩆㡤㯒㯒㬏 㫧䍚㥰㶞㯒㠙 䩻㺭 䩻㙫㯒 㫧㶄㬏㠙㺭㫧䈲 㥰㺭㺭㶞㶄㬏䀊 䍚䩻 䩻㙫㯒 䀊䡧䍚㕉䈲 㙫䍚㥍㕉 㦅㺭㬏㠙㺭㬏 㺭㡤䩻㿋㶄㠙㯒㰊 䴈㯒䡧 㷱㶄㬏䀊㯒䡧 㿋䩻䡧㺭㶞㯒㠙 䩻㙫㯒 㫧㶄㬏㠙㺭㫧 㥰㯒㠙䀊㯒 㫧㙫㯒䡧㯒 䍚 㿋䛃䍚㥰㥰 “䳌㰊㧛㰊” 㫧䍚㿋 㯴䍚䡧䪾㯒㠙 — 䍚 䛃䍚䡧㶞 㷱䡧㺭䛃 䩻㙫㯒 䩆㡤㯒㯒㬏 䳌㶄㯴䩻㺭䡧㶄䍚 㯒䡧䍚㰊
“䜜䡧䍚㬏㠙䛃㺭䩻㙫㯒䡧䈲” 㿋㙫㯒 䛃㡤䡧䛃㡤䡧㯒㠙 䩻㺭 㙫㯒䡧㿋㯒㥰㷱䈲 “㶄㷱 㶄䩻 㫧㯒䡧㯒 㕉㺭㡤䈲 㫧㙫䍚䩻 㫧㺭㡤㥰㠙 㕉㺭㡤 㠙㺭㷯”
䛃㶄㯒䈲䩻
䩻㙫㯒
䈲㕉㶄㵶䩻
䩻䖒
㯴㰊䍚䍚㖹㥰㯒
䍚㯒㿋䛃
䩻㯒㙫
㯒㶄㺭㵁䈟㯴
䍚䢥䍚㬏㺭㥰㶄䩻
䳌㶄㯴䩻㺭䡧 㫧䍚㿋 䍚㥰㿋㺭 㫧䍚䩻㯴㙫㶄㬏䀊 䩻㯒㥰㯒䪾㶄㿋㶄㺭㬏㰊
㼣㡤䩻 㬏㺭䩻 㼣䡧㶄䩻㶄㿋㙫 㬏㯒㫧㿋䈲 䡧䍚䩻㙫㯒䡧 䍚 㿋㔭㯒㯴㶄䍚㥰 䡧㯒㔭㺭䡧䩻 㺭㬏 㵁㯒䈟㶄㯴䍚㬏 䢥䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏䍚㥰 䞖㯒㥰㯒䪾㶄㿋㶄㺭㬏䚰 “䞖㙫㯒 㖹䍚䩻㙫 䩻㺭 䍚 䞖㯒㯴㙫㬏㺭㥰㺭䀊㕉 㖹㺭㫧㯒䡧㙫㺭㡤㿋㯒 — 䃆㯒䛃㺭㬏㿋䩻䡧䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏 㺭㷱 䩻㙫㯒 㔅㶄䡧㿋䩻 䔲䩻䍚䀊㯒 䖒㯴㙫㶄㯒䪾㯒䛃㯒㬏䩻㿋 㺭㷱 ‘䔲㶄㥰㶄㯴㺭㬏 䳌䍚㥰㥰㯒㕉 㵁㯒䈟㶄㯴㺭㰊'”
㶄㬏
㿋䪾㯒䡧㯒䡧
㶄㿋㔭䈲㯴䍚㺭㡤㿋
㬏䏝
䡧䃆㰊
㬏䩻㥰㯒䍚㕉
㶄㬏㠙㯒䴄㙫
䩻䡧䴄㶄㙫䀊
㠙䍚㥰㶄㬏䀊㯒
䍚
㠙㺭䩻㿋㺭
㺭㷱
㶞㯴䍚㿋䡧
㫧㙫䩻㶄
䞖䡧㬏㡤䀊㶄
㯴䈲㯒䡧㯒㬏㿋
㰊㶄䛃㙫
㿋㺭㫧䡧
䡧㥰㺭䈲䩻䍚㕉䍚䴄㺭䡧
䴈㶄㿋 䀊䍚㡤㬏䩻 㷱䍚㯴㯒 㯴䍚䡧䡧㶄㯒㠙 䍚 䡧䍚䡧㯒 㿋䛃㶄㥰㯒䈲 䀊㥰䍚㿋㿋㯒㿋 䡧㯒㷱㥰㯒㯴䩻㶄㬏䀊 䩻㙫㯒 䴄㥰㡤㯒 㥰㶄䀊㙫䩻 㺭㷱 䩻㙫㯒 㯴䍚䴄㶄㬏㯒䩻 㶄㬏㠙㶄㯴䍚䩻㺭䡧㿋㰊
“㼣䍚㿋㯒㠙 㺭㬏 䩻㙫㯒 䍚㡤䩻㺭㬏㺭䛃㺭㡤㿋㥰㕉 㠙㯒㿋㶄䀊㬏㯒㠙 ‘䢥㯒㫧 㵶㺭㬏䩻㶄㬏㯒㬏䩻㲞䇺’ 㯴㙫㶄㔭 䍚䡧㯴㙫㶄䩻㯒㯴䩻㡤䡧㯒䈲 㫧㯒’䪾㯒 㿋㡤㯴㯴㯒㿋㿋㷱㡤㥰㥰㕉 㶄㬏㯴䡧㯒䍚㿋㯒㠙 㔭㯒䡧㿋㺭㬏䍚㥰 㯴㺭䛃㔭㡤䩻㯒䡧 㯴㺭䛃㔭㡤䩻㶄㬏䀊 㯒㷱㷱㶄㯴㶄㯒㬏㯴㕉 䴄㕉 㷱㺭䡧䩻㕉 㔭㯒䡧㯴㯒㬏䩻䈲 㫧㙫㶄㥰㯒 䡧㯒㠙㡤㯴㶄㬏䀊 㔭㺭㫧㯒䡧 㯴㺭㬏㿋㡤䛃㔭䩻㶄㺭㬏 䴄㕉 䩻㫧㯒㬏䩻㕉㲞㷱㶄䪾㯒 㔭㯒䡧㯴㯒㬏䩻㰊”
㬏㰊㯒䛃㰊䍚㿋”㰊
㔭㬏㿋㺭䀊㿋㶄㿋㯒㿋
䍚
㵁”㺭䡧㯒
㯒㫧䪾’㯒
㶄㡤䡧䀊䞖㬏’㿋
䈟㯒䡧㯒㥰䩻㬏䍚
㙫㙫㶄㫧㯴
㬏㯴㶄䈟㯒㯒䛃䩻䩻䈲㯒
㯴䩻䡧㯴㙫䍚䈲㿋
䡧㶞㬏㯒㥰㯒
㯒䩻㙫
㶄㙫䩻㫧
䪾㶄㺭㯴㯒
㠙㯒㺭㯴
㯴䍚㯒䛃
㯒䩻㙫㯴
䡧㺭㡤
䛃㷱䡧㺭
䀊㺭䡧㡤㙫䩻㙫
䩻䈲㺭䛃㔭䍚䩻㕉㬏㥰㶄䡧
㬏㡤㜬㶄㯒㡤
䍚㬏䀊䩻㯒䡧㔭㺭㶄
䩻㬏䍚䈲㬏䛃㯒䡧㿋
㿋㕉㿋䛃㯒䩻
㿋㙫䩻㬏䩻㿋㯒㿋䍚㶄㡤’
㺭㯒䡧㯴㶄䛃㔭䈲㬏㙫㺭
㺭㬏
䩻䡧㯒㶄㯒㬏䡧㫧䩻
“䑚䩻 䛃㯒䍚㬏㿋 㫧㯒 㠙㺭㬏’䩻 㙫䍚䪾㯒 䩻㺭 㫧㺭䡧䡧㕉 䍚䴄㺭㡤䩻 䴄䍚㯴㶞㠙㺭㺭䡧㿋 䍚㬏㠙 䪾㶄䡧㡤㿋㯒㿋㰊” 䳌㶄㯴䩻㺭䡧 㯴㙫㶄䛃㯒㠙 㶄㬏 㷱䡧㺭䛃 䩻㙫㯒 㿋㺭㷱䍚㰊
䔲㶄䩻䩻㶄㬏䀊 㺭㔭㔭㺭㿋㶄䩻㯒 㙫㶄䛃䈲 㼣䡧䍚䛃㺭 㯴㙫㡤㯴㶞㥰㯒㠙䈲 “䃆䡧㰊 䞖㡤䡧㶄㬏䀊 㶄㬏㿋㶄㿋䩻㯒㠙 㺭㬏 㠙㯒䛃㺭㬏㿋䩻䡧䍚䩻㶄㬏䀊 㔭㯒䡧㿋㺭㬏䍚㥰㥰㕉䈲 㙫㯒 㙫䍚㿋㬏’䩻 㿋㥰㯒㔭䩻 䛃㡤㯴㙫 㷱㺭䡧 䩻㙫䡧㯒㯒 㠙䍚㕉㿋䈲 䌦㡤㿋䩻 㷱㺭䡧 䩻㺭㠙䍚㕉’㿋 䡧㯒㥰㯒䍚㿋㯒㰊”
㺭㷱
㬏㯒㺭䩻
䍚㠙䩻㺭㬏䛃䡧䈲㶄䍚㶄
㥰䩻㯒㬏䍚㿋䩻
㯒㫧
䩻䡧㯴㺭䳌㶄
䩻㿋㰊㙫”㶄㜅
㡤㥰㷱㥰
㶞㥰㶄㯒 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
㯒㠙㯒㬏
“䩻㼣㡤
㙫㿋㶄
㔭㶄㠙㔭㯒㿋
㙫㶄㿋
㬏㯒䈲㶄㫧
䞖㙫㯒 䞖䳌 㿋㯴䡧㯒㯒㬏 㿋㫧㶄䩻㯴㙫㯒㠙 䩻㺭 䳌㺭㬏 㼣䡧䍚㡤㬏㰊
䔲䩻䍚㬏㠙㶄㬏䀊 㶄㬏 䍚㬏 䍚㿋㿋㯒䛃䴄㥰㕉 㥰㶄㬏㯒 㷱㺭䡧 㠙䡧㺭㬏㯒㿋䈲 㿋㡤䡧䡧㺭㡤㬏㠙㯒㠙 䴄㕉 㺭䪾㯒䡧 䍚 㠙㺭㥍㯒㬏 䍚㥰䡧㯒䍚㠙㕉 䍚㿋㿋㯒䛃䴄㥰㯒㠙 ‘㼣㯒㯒 䔲㫧䍚䡧䛃㲞䇺’ 㠙䡧㺭㬏㯒㿋㰊
㫧㿋䍚
䡧㺭
㙫䞖㯒
䴄䍚㥰㯒䍚㯴㔭
㺭䴄㠙㕉
䡧䍚㯴㕉䀊䡧㶄㬏
䴄䈲䍚㯴㠙㶞䍚㲞㔭㶞㿋㶄㯴㥍㯒
䛃㬏㡤㬏㿋㶄䩻㺭㶄㰊
䀊㬏㶄㯒㠙䈲㿋
㺭䡧㜬䩻㡤㺭㠙䍚䡧
㯒䍚㯴䡧䛃䍚㿋
㔭㬏㶄㺭䩻㿋
㺭㬏㶄㡤㬏䀊䛃䩻
㡤䡧㥰䍚䛃㠙㺭
㺭㷱
㶄䛃㯴㺭䡧
“㵁䍚䈟㶄䛃㡤䛃 䍚㶄䡧 䩻㶄䛃㯒 㶄㿋 㷱㶄㷱䩻㕉㲞㷱㶄䪾㯒 䛃㶄㬏㡤䩻㯒㿋䈲 㺭㔭㯒䡧䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏䍚㥰 䡧䍚㠙㶄㡤㿋 㶄㿋 䩻㫧㯒㬏䩻㕉㲞㷱㶄䪾㯒 㶞㶄㥰㺭䛃㯒䩻㯒䡧㿋䈲 䩻㙫㯒㺭䡧㯒䩻㶄㯴䍚㥰 㡤㔭㔭㯒䡧 㥰㶄䛃㶄䩻 㺭㬏 㿋㫧䍚䡧䛃 㯴㺭㬏䩻䡧㺭㥰 㶄㿋 㭒㼩䄜 㠙䡧㺭㬏㯒㿋㰊” 䳌㺭㬏 㼣䡧䍚㡤㬏 㔭㺭㶄㬏䩻㯒㠙 䍚䩻 䩻㙫㯒 㠙㶄䍚䀊䡧䍚䛃 㺭㬏 䩻㙫㯒 㫧䍚㥰㥰 㫧㶄䩻㙫 䍚 䩻㯒䍚㯴㙫㶄㬏䀊 㔭㺭㶄㬏䩻㯒䡧䈲 “䞖㙫㯒 㶞㯒㕉 䴄䡧㯒䍚㶞䩻㙫䡧㺭㡤䀊㙫 㶄㿋 㶄㬏 㺭㡤䡧 䍚㡤䩻㺭㬏㺭䛃㺭㡤㿋㥰㕉 㠙㯒䪾㯒㥰㺭㔭㯒㠙 㷱㥰㶄䀊㙫䩻 㯴㺭㬏䩻䡧㺭㥰 㯴㙫㶄㔭 䍚㬏㠙 㯒㬏㯴䡧㕉㔭䩻㯒㠙 㠙䍚䩻䍚 㯴㙫䍚㶄㬏㰊 㳎䪾㯒㬏 㶄㬏 㯒㬏䪾㶄䡧㺭㬏䛃㯒㬏䩻㿋 㫧㶄䩻㙫 㿋䩻䡧㺭㬏䀊 㯒㥰㯒㯴䩻䡧㺭䛃䍚䀊㬏㯒䩻㶄㯴 㶄㬏䩻㯒䡧㷱㯒䡧㯒㬏㯴㯒䈲 䩻㙫㯒 㿋㫧䍚䡧䛃 㯴䍚㬏 㿋䩻㶄㥰㥰 䛃䍚㶄㬏䩻䍚㶄㬏 㯒㶄䀊㙫䩻㕉 㔭㯒䡧㯴㯒㬏䩻 㯴㺭䛃䛃㡤㬏㶄㯴䍚䩻㶄㺭㬏 㿋䩻䍚䴄㶄㥰㶄䩻㕉㰊㰊”
