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<BOX TYPE=1>
//uccccv<k>
"Ah......uh......"<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//ꂵə̓[ɁA|S̎wB<k>
  The girl moans in pain as steel fingers slide over her breasts.<K>

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//̗e͂ȂdƗ₽̔ՂވŁAG鑤̐GofoCX́Ag̎wƓccAȏɕqɁAߍׂȔ̏_炩AʂÂāA<R ALT="W"></R>̔]ւƓ`BB<k>
  Although her skin suffers under their cold, hard touch, the sensory devices contained in the fingers allow Zhang to savor her softness and warmth with as much - if not greater - sensitivity than real fingers would.<K>

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//<R ALT="W"></R>̗r̍\́Aɂ͌ĂȂB
//_̂łȂAނ둊̓̂̂ł΁A
//ɂ^錄Ȃj󂵂BdlŏoĂB
//@KiyɒdbTCo[A[B<k>
  Zhang's arms are not made for caressing women. If this were the body of an enemy rather than the soft flesh of a girl, he would have utterly destroyed it before it could even feel pain. After all, that is the purpose of having heavy cyber arms with specs that far exceed legal limits.<K>

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//̘rŁA<R ALT="W"></R>͊̓G􂫁A@ׂāA
//nʂƈЖɓꂽB
//w<R ALT="񂲂">Z]</R>x<R ALT="WEW{E">ɛ</R>ccтł͂ȂɒmꂽB<k>
  After tearing and smashing through countless enemies with these arms, Zhang has finally attained power and respect.
  Zhang Jiabao, the Six Vajra - this name is now well-known in the martial arts world.<K>

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//`[u̖@ȚXƂƂɁA퓯R̎w悪̌҂āẢ̔鏊󂭝PB<k>
  With the whir of hydraulic tubes, his lethal fingers spread the girl's legs and dig lightly into her secret place.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uЂcccc!!v<k>
"Guh......uh......!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//łߕqȉӏAߏɐӂ߉ՂގhB
//Rof͔ߖɋ߂B
//łA<R ALT="W"></R>̉wgɂ߂邱Ƃ͂܂ȂB<k>
  A pained whimper escapes the girl's throat as they roughly attack her most sensitive place, but Zhang shows no sign of stopping his merciless assault.<K>

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//͉āA
//̑@ׂȐĝғɂĂ܂ƂĂcc
//厖͂ȂB̂Ƃ͏C΍ςނƂB<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>̘rł悤ɁA
//[܂_Ȃʐl̎ɂ푢B<k>

//ȃv|[VA݂ЂƂȂAX<R ALT="ނ"></R>̊GA
//^Qɂ͒lȂB
//fUCA݌vꂽ̂ƁB
//<R ALT="KCmCh">l`</R>ccłȂAlłȂA
//͎ƃJ[{ōČꂽ͑ȉ̂ɉ߂ȂB<k>
  Even if he were to accidentally grind her frail body to pulp between his fingers, it would matter little. She can always be repaired, after all.<K>

  Like Zhang's arms, her body was fashioned by the hands of man, not God.<K>

  Her proportions are perfect, her skin is flawless, her flesh is soft and ripe - yet not one thing about her is deserving of praise. After all, those are merely the specifications to which she was built.<K>
  The girl is a gynoid. Not a woman - not even human - she is but a replica of the female form made from plastic and carbon.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucćccccv<k>
"Kah......ha......ah......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//􂩂炵ƂǂɈoQAt͂B
//݂̂Ȃ炸ÈAťʂĂB
//ꂩ\܂Œj̗~]ɉđꂽAŏ㋉̐ߋB
//ꂪKCmChłB<k>

//TColeBNXZp̐W߂KCmCh́A
//ĈȊߋł͂ȂB<k>

//A@B̗VяƋŶ͓񗬂̈Ԃ߂Ƃ݂Ȃ̂킾B
//Ƃ|̎łȂA
//喇͂Ă܂ŕƂ͎vȂB<k>

//猩ڗ킵A񋟂y̓ɏ낤Ɓcc
//ƂāAɉ̉xтH
//{ɗY܂̂́AȂ߁AADcc
//݂̂̂BȗːJ̖Ȃ̂B
//΂͐lԂ̏ƂĂ̑햡łB<k>

//ŚÁA炱邱ƂɉxтB
//ۂ̐l`́ADȂB<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>gAh[t[N̋q͈iɌĂB
//̓iɓ܂ł́B<k>

//A̐l`w<R ALT="}[`F">_c</R>xɌČ΁cc<k>

  The liquid that gushes from her innermost folds is only a gel designed to simulate vaginal secretions. It even works as a combination aphrodisiac and sexual rejuvenator.
  The ultimate sex toy, built to fulfill a man's every desire - such is a gynoid.<K>

  Representing as they do the most advanced in cybernetics, such gynoids are hardly inexpensive.<K>

  Even so, taking one's pleasure with mechanical women is still seen as a lesser form of entertainment. Only those who have a particular fetish for such things are willing to dole out large sums to sleep with a gynoid.<K>

  No matter how beautiful they look, or how superior the pleasure they give...... what joy can there be in such an act?
  A man's lust can truly be sated only by domination and conquest, by the sensation of defiling another's very existence - something that can only be gained by raping a human woman.<K>

  It is the presence of a heart - a soul - that makes a person worth hurting. An empty doll has nothing to lose.<K>

  Zhang himself always looked down on doll-freak customers.<K>
  That is, until getting his hands on this special item.<K>

  This doll, Ma Jie, is different from the others......<K>

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//<R ALT="W"></R>̓Y{̑O͂ÂIɂB<k>

//E̍|ŠA<R ALT="W"></R>̐g̈함͗ւčd痂cc
//lԂ̏wȂAȐ<R ALT="W"></R>΂킹邱ƂB
//A<R ALT="Ⴞ">E</R>l`̌oĂ悤ȂB<k>

  Zhang unzips his pants and frees his stiff manhood.<K>

  His weapon of flesh is even more awesomely hard and powerful than his steel arms...... In the past, human prostitutes have made him laugh with such flattery.
  Gynoids, however, are hardly capable of such banter.<K>

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="W"></R>̐l`́A̋N傫ڂ̓ɂ邽сA
//BꂸgȂȂB<k>

//vOłG~[gA
//ZČl`_B
//ꂷA<R ALT="W"></R>̐l`\Ƃ͍{I<R ALT="EE"></R>ႤB<k>
  Nevertheless, Zhang's doll trembles with undisguised fear upon seeing her master's towering member.<K>

  A gynoid can be programmed to emulate such behavior, of course, but there is <I>something</I> about the expression on this one's face that is fundamentally different from that of a gynoid playing a role.<K>

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//mł͐ʂȂƂ̂B
//ȂA
//ǂĂe狰|̋Czk悤Ɂcc
//I|Ƃ̂́A
//s҂̐_֖{\Iɓ̂B<k>

//ȁA
//<R ALT="EE"></R>𓥂݂ɂ銴GɊmȖoȂA
//<R ALT="W"></R>͍܂̌ҊԂÌł~]ŊтB<k>
  There is a sort of empathy that needs no words or reason, just as a hound can smell the fear emanating from a cornered rabbit.<K>
  The victim of torture experiences the same sort of instinctual, animal terror.<K>

  Feeling definite pleasure at the sensation of trampling on that indescribable <I>something,</I> Zhang thrusts his solid lust between the girl's legs, as he has many times before.<K>


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<BOX TYPE=2>
//u͂b!!v<k>
"Hau!!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ki̗eʂyɒNɁA
//܂͔ߖグB<k>

//TCY̍͏mĂA
//<R ALT="W"></R>͓Kȃp[cɌ邱ƂĂȂB
//̂Ԃ񕔕ȉՂ͌A
//̒xґ܂ė]肠邾́A[ȉ҂<R ALT="W"></R>ɂ͂B<k>
  As always, she cries out in pain at the intrusion of an object that far exceeds her specified capacity.<K>

  Despite being aware of the size difference, Zhang has deliberately refrained from using appropriate parts. The wear on the doll is extreme, of course, but Zhang makes more than enough money to afford the expense.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccccЁccЁccb!!v<k>
"Guh......gah......hii......aii......!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ꂵގwV[c~ނĺA
//MOŕKɎ肪T߂Ă邩̂悤B
//ڐKɂ͗܂܂ňĂB<k>

//̋ꂵ݂AxтAׂċUcc
//̐l`ȂAmɂB
//̐FXł͒NmĂB
//<R ALT="W"></R>L̃KCmCh͉ႤƁB
//ڂŌāAGΒNCtB<k>
  The gynoid writhes in agony, clutching at the sheets like a drowning woman desperately seeking a lifeline. Tears even flow from the corners of her eyes.<K>

  Her pain and pleasure are all but constructs...... With a normal doll, there would be no question.<K>
  But everyone in this red-light district knows that there is something different about Zhang's personal gynoid. No one who sees or touches her can fail to notice.<K>

//<R ALT="W"></R>鑠̐l`݂^ɂ́A
//ꗬ̍wƓ̒lB<k>

//ꂪ[̃|Ȃ΁Ait݂̓IɂȂ낤A
//<R ALT="W"></R>͂̏Cɂ̖w<R ALT="`p">_</R>ẍcc
//r߂ЂƂŊɂ܂ł̂オA
//͖VX̏Ȃ̑߂ƂČNՂjłB<k>

//ƂXԂ̔͂ĂƂĂA
//Ȃ҂͂Ȃ낤B
//Ab邾B
//̐l`͂Ȃ̂H@ƁB<k>

//̔閧m҂́cc<R ALT="W"></R>܂߂āA̐ɂ6lB<k>
  The price for a night with Zhang's prized doll is no less than that charged by the most talented of high-class prostitutes.<K>

  If a mere street pimp had such a doll, he would no doubt find himself the object of venomous envy. Zhang, however, is a member of the Qingyun Society, feared throughout Shanghai. With nothing but his own martial prowess, he has climbed his way to the highest ranks of the Society, and is now in charge of all the brothels on Moulin Street.<K>

  No one can blame him for keeping the most beautiful whore in the city on a tight leash.<K>
  All they can do is wonder - just what is that doll?<K>

  Including Zhang, there are only six people in the whole world who know the answer.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u͂AAccӂIv<k>
"Hau, gah.....uhhhh!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//_炩ȔS̕dɁA<R ALT="W"></R>̉͌E܂<R ALT=""></R>B
//ːÔȂccc
//m̂̊́A͂ĂB
//vZbTɓ͂鐫ɑA
//l`<R ALT="傤">g</R>͂ɋ̓x𑝂ĂB<k>

//KCmChƂ̏Ń^C~O邱Ƃ͂ȂB
//j̐ɉāA
//l`͋IɃAN̒ւƓグB<k>
  Under the ministrations of her soft inner folds, Zhang's pleasure quickly reaches its peak. Sensing that he is seconds away from ejaculation, her synthetic vagina immediately applies additional pressure. Her processor's pleasure routines kick into overdrive, sending her into even more violent throes of wanton lust.

  There is no need to worry about timing during sex with a gynoid, as they are automatically forced to climax in response to the male nearing orgasm.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uAAb!!v<k>
"Uh, ah, ahhhhhhh!!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//_܂悤ȃ^C~Oœ͎k<R ALT="ǂ">従</R>n߁A
//<R ALT="W"></R>̐ɂƂǂ߂̈ꌂB
//@x̙グāA<R ALT="W"></R>͗}ɗ}𑶕ɓfU炷B<k>
  With perfect timing, the doll's inner walls clamp down on Zhang's penis and begin to vibrate, instantly sending him off the edge. With a groan of ecstasy, he expels his pent up seed into her womb.<K>

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//ׂĂ@BĆA
//Ă܂ΖȂȐl`Vсcc
//Ȃ̂ɐYƂȂΕSB<R ALT="W"></R>A
//ɂȂĂŐ@Bd|̓ɓMĂB<k>
  With the doll taking care of everything, having your way with one soon becomes dull and devoid of satisfaction. Yet even Zhang, who has had more women than most men dream of, cannot stop indulging in this particular gynoid's synthetic flesh.<K>

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//g̏ɖOĂ̂B
//̊XŏtЂSĂ̏A
//<R ALT="W"></R>̏LƂĂꕾ͂ȂB
//ѐF̈Ⴄ݂TĂ̂mBcc<k>
  Part of it is that he has grown bored of live women. It would be no exaggeration to say that every prostitute in the city belongs to Zhang.
  It is true that he wanted a new sort of pleasure. However......<K>

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//I<R ALT="W"></R>͗]CɐZ邱ƂȂA
//ƐgNĉɉ΂_B
//<k>
  Rather than bask in the afterglow, Zhang immediately gets out of bed and lights a cigarette.
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<K>

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//O͑ς炸̍JB
//̊XẢ͓̉ŎTU炳ꂽA
//ƂLQB
//JԂJꂽ󂪍Aw̗܂𗬂ĂB
//<R ALT="킢">q</R>͂܂nɊ҂AXAlAwB<k>

//J͌B
//<R ALT="W"></R>Ɍ炸ANł낤Ƃ̊X̉JԎ҂͂ȂB<k>

//_̒ŔZkꂽőf̃tR[X~蒍A
//o悤Ȕn킯ȂB
//s<R ALT="΂"></R>́Aꂼ̌ɉBŁA
//􂢂̉J߂Ă͂B<k>
  The rain is still pouring outside the window.<K>
  This city, like countless others, has spewed innumerable pollutants into the sky, raping it again and again - and now the sky is shedding tears of vengeance. The filth returns to the land, defiling the city and its people a little more each day.<K>

  Zhang hates the rain - not that there is anyone in this city who enjoys it.<K>

  No one is foolish enough to walk through water pouring from clouds packed with every poison imaginable. The petty demons of Shanghai are no doubt all huddled in their lairs, waiting for the cursed rain to end.<K>

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//<R ALT="W"></R>͔xɋz񂾎̍ŗJT𕥂̂ȂA
//TŃV[cɂƐg𓊂ol`B<k>

//rċzAɔGꂽB
//[J[̓ۏ؂yɒ󂯁A
//₦₦̐l`́A܂񕜂̒ȂB<k>

//Ȃ̂ŗVԂ悤ɂȂāA1N߂ɂȂB
//ɏoǂ낤ƁAɗVѐsĖOߋB
//ɓꂽƂ͂vĂB
//Ȃ̂ɁA܂cc<R ALT="W"></R>͂̐l`CɂȂȂB<k>

//ȃW̓̉ɁA܂܌́cc
//G~[^[̉oƂ͖炩ɈႤAȉB
//ꂪȂ̂<R ALT="W"></R>ɂ͉ȂB̐l`jȂAԂ
//g݁hƂł\Ƃ낤AȌtVтɋ͂ȂB
//łCɂȂA̖ڂ́cc<k>
  Letting the smoke filling his lungs wash away the depression, Zhang shifts his gaze to the doll splayed out on the sheets next to him.<K>

  Her breathing labored, her skin soaked with sweat, the gynoid still shows no sign of recovering from being subjected to treatment far beyond anything intended by her manufacturer.<K>

  It has been a year now since Zhang started playing with this toy. Regardless of its quality, he fully expected to grow bored of it in short order.
  Nevertheless...... Zhang still cannot bring himself to throw this doll away.<K>

  Now and then, he catches in her blank resin eyes a glimpse of something strange...... something that is clearly different from any emulated emotion. Zhang cannot explain it. The man who built her would probably call it "sadness," but Zhang has no interest in such word games.<K>
  But there is something about the way she looks at him......<K>

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//ȀB
//NOA̎ŔƂƓڂB<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>Ƃ̒ԂŁAďWė֊āA󂵂B
//ꂾȂS̗VтŏI낤A̖͈B<k>

//܂Ő؂Ȃقǂ̏ƂA
//킵AƂĂ<R ALT="W"></R>A
//̐тɂ͉Yقǖvꂽ̂B<k>

//epĝł͂ȂBޏɂ͕iiB
//܂Ŋ󏭎̗̂悤Ɏ݈łĈĂA
//<R ALT="񂻂">[</R>̕PNB<k>

//炿gႤŁA̖͂Ⴄ̂cc
//܂ŏȂǂ̓₾ƎvĂ<R ALT="W"></R>ɂƂāA
//͏ՌIȑ̌B
//̔ߖƚjA͂肤ܐcc
//vԂŁAxтɗOB<k>

//ԂɂĂق̐ԁB
//ȋ𖡂키Ƃ́AxƂ܂B
//񂠂̏ɂĂ݂΁A
//lŌ̐Ԃ́A̒nɎv낤B<k>
  Of course, her.<K>
  The doll's eyes are the same as those of the girl he raped one year ago.<K>

  Zhang and his comrades gang-raped her until she broke. Such an act would normally be child's play for them, but that night was different.<K>

  Zhang had raped countless women, shattering their souls and driving them into despair, but something about this particular sacrifice had made him lose himself in her.<K>

  It was not just her looks or her figure. The girl had <I>class.</I> She had been a sheltered princess, raised with tender loving care like a precious orchid.<K>

  Can upbringing and social status make a woman taste so different? The experience was a shock to Zhang, who until then had thought of women as mere receptacles for his lust.
  Her screams and cries, her tearful pleas for forgiveness...... Just thinking about them now is enough to fill his heart with black joy.<K>

  He only had her for a few hours, yet the excitement he felt then will surely never be matched.
  Needless to say, those last few hours of life had probably felt like eternal torment for the girl.<K>

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//ȉ̋LOiƂׂA̐l`B
//QґSɔzꂽAC̗eCNAEgB<k>

//̐l`j邱ƂŁA
//̖̗͂]C𖡂킢Ă̂ȂB
//vΔ[B
//肫̏wȂǁAꂱOقǂɕĂB<k>

//l`Ď̂Ă񂶂ȂB
//؂邱ƂAオ邱ƂȂB
//g̏N؂̖ʓ|Ƃ͖ȊߋB
//łĖ{̏ȂƂbオ̂ȂA
//؍͉ȂB<k>

//ĉA҂ɂȂB
//茸낤A悤ɂCl`B
//g[ƈāAϗpԂƂ̂ȂB
//瑼̒jɑ݂^āArȈ󂯂ė悤ƂA
//ɐɂ͂ȂB<k>

//̉J~񂾂A܂q点悤B
//ȂƂlȂA
//<R ALT="W"></R>͋z̉𑋂̊Oɓ̂ĂB<k>

  This doll was a memento of that party, a gift of takeout for all those who participated.<K>

  Perhaps he is reliving the pleasure of that night by tormenting her. That would make sense.<K>

  A doll is not so bad. It will never betray you or demand anything. Such a toy comes with none of the trouble that a real woman does. If you can even get more pleasure from raping it instead, then there is no reason at all to complain.<K>

  And most of all, Zhang's gynoid makes him money. Beat it or plow it all you want, it can always be repaired. Unlike a living body, it has no expiration date. He can sell it to as many men as will pay without having to worry about them treating it rough.<K>

  When the rain stops, it will be time for her to go back to work. Thinking about how to attract more customers, Zhang tosses his half-smoked cigarette out the window.<K>

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//ccJB<k>

//J̒A悤ɗ邪B<k>
......*Chime*<K>

The sound of a bell echoes softly through the rain.<K>

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//ccJB<k>
......*Chime*<K>

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//āẢ̗ƋɂΊB
//ɂ΁Aق̗ɑhB<k>

//̐ɓƂȂAccޏ̏ΊB<k>

//͍̉̋XJɓۂݍ܂A
//Ǒž܂RB<k>
 Once there was a smile to go with the bell.
 With each chime, he recalls its brilliance.<K>

 Her smile...... more precious to him than anything in the world.<K>

 As the bell's echoes fade into the roar of the rain, his memories, too, vanish like dreams at dawn.<K>

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//dAJT߂悤<R ALT="">l</R>甗J̉B
//߂鐅ɁAȗ֊s؂蔲leAӂB<k>

//J̏CsXD̂ŏo悤Ȏ荇A
//ɂ悤ȂA
//ނ̎pڂɗ߂҂͈lƂĂȂB<k>

//Ⓑg̊OpB
//ׂ̗ɂ́A̍܂Ŏ邩ǂƂ<R ALT="킢"></R>B<k>

//ǵccڌΗHSƌjB
//E񂾈Â፷B킬Ƃ悤<R ALT=""></R>ꂽjB<k>

//<R ALT=""></R>₩ɓZ߂́Aقڂ͂ݏodM<R ALT="Ђ"></R>ꂽtpĺAĂ̊OT[X^bg̑ϊR[g̖c낤B
//Ƃɋ@\Ă̂͌܂łȂB
//ƂȂĂ͔̂ʂ邾̌ʂ̂ǂB<k>

//Ỏ̓CAЂƂ艘ĂB
//HnŉĴhlƌđ̏oŗłB
//ȈۂAAE̎Ɍg㕨
//ꂼɗ؂ĂB<k>

//ɂ́AU̓B
//ӂꂽgthƂ͈قȂאgŔ̐󂢓gB
//̓̎҂Ȃg`hƌĎ邾낤B
//dxɗDAh˂ƎaɂȂl̊BłB<k>

//̎ƂAĈȂƂA
//̗ނł͂肻ɂȂA
//̉ߍȕÂ΂鑓R̒́cc
//Ȏg݂ɑςĂAƕ̏؂ƂB<k>
 The sound of the rain fills the streets, as though trying to crush the spirits of all beneath its weight. Through the downpour, one can glimpse the faint outlines of two people.<K>

 There are none to gaze upon them, however, for no one else would willingly walk through Old Shanghai in the rain.<K>

 One of the shapes is tall and lean, a large overcoat hanging from its towering shoulders.<K>
 The tiny figure standing next to it barely reaches its waist.<K>

 The taller of the two is a man who might be mistaken for a ghost at first glance. His eyes are dark and sunken, and the skin of his cheeks hangs loosely from his face.<K>

 The heating wires and cracked LCD panels that jut out of the holes in his black cloak are likely remnants of its past as a thermostatic environmentally-resistant coat. That it ceased functioning long ago is beyond question. It is doubtful whether it can even keep a man's skin warm now.<K>

 His undergarments and long boots, too, bear the signs of much use. He could easily be mistaken for a homeless man seeking shelter from the rain - if not for the items in his hands, that is.<K>

 In his left hand is a sword. Slender and slightly curved, it is not the
<I>liuye dao</I> so common in Shanghai. Those who know of such things would recognize it as a <I>wo dao</I>. It is the tool of a professional, sturdy and well-suited to both thrusting and slashing attacks.<K>

 With its worn black sheath and unadorned hilt, it is unlikely to be a sword of any fame. However, the bluish tint to the blade, so reminiscent of the cruel, bright moon, shows that it was forged to withstand the rigors of use.<K>

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//ĉEɒ͂ނ̂́A<R ALT="傤">n</R>ȗ̘rցB
//kȒ׍H<R ALT="ォ">O</R>AȂiłB
//Ml̘rȂ܂AǰHR̂̕ɂ
//܂ɂȂB<k>
 In his right hand is a silver bracelet adorned with an elegant bell. Carved with a delicate, exquisite pattern, it is clearly a unique work of art. Such an accessory belongs on the arm of a person of high breeding, not in the hands of a man who could easily be mistaken for a beggar.<K>

<se src="se_01_02" mode="on" option="single">
//ccJB
//̉A܂ЂƂB<k>
 ......*Chime*
 The bell rings once more.<K>

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//₩ȋgďꙋ߁A̙߂A
//܂Dǉj̔]ɋB<k>
 The soft echo lasts for only a moment, and for that moment alone are sweet memories revived in the man's mind's eye.<K>

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<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڐO" align="right">
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//ł鐅ɍȂAjcc
//<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>͔GꂻڂɈ̗ÎB<k>

//Ɉ܂ŁAǂقǂ̎o낤B
//͉̊J̒ɉȂB<k>
  His head bowed under the weight of the rain crashing down upon him, the man - Kong Taoluo - stares at the silver bell in his dripping wet hand.<K>

  When, after some time, he turns his gaze to the side, his eyes are darker than the storm-blackened sky.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......Hey."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͗}ĝȂŁATɕt]ЂƂ̐lecc
//ؚɐB
//̏ɋ킹ŁA
//̗ep͂ӖŔވȏɈَȂ̂B<k>
  His voice dull and flat, Taoluo calls to the person who is walking obediently beside him. Small and slender, this second figure looks even more out of place than he does.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[苹" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//~蒍J̒ŁA
//͊Cɐk邱ƂAGꔯɒQƂȂB
//ЂƋɐAoʖ@ȎB
//҂ΈڂŊŔjłB́AlԂł͂ȂB<k>

//N[ʏ͂<R ALT="KCmCh">ߐl`</R>B
//̔@ׂȑ̋́AY̗~]̂Ƃ͎vȂĂA
//ȚnD̎荇ɂ͐̓IȂB<k>

//Ƃւꂽ~]ɉ킪KCmCh̗RłB
//sł́A|̃fĒ̂ł͂ȂB<k>

//ĂтɒxĔAl`̏͂<R ALT="^I["></R>グB
//dA̓ccꋓꓮ삪@BIłȂB
//炩ɔޏɂ́A
//^ɕKvŒȃvOĂȂB
//o׏Ԃ̃vCXg[łA܂ȋB<k>
  Though standing in the pouring rain, the girl neither shivers in cold nor laments her sodden hair. Her lifeless eyes stare off into space, unmoving.<K>
  At a glance, it would be obvious to anyone that the girl is not human.<K>

  She is a gynoid designed to look like a very young girl. One might think that her body, frail and waifish, has nothing with which to stoke a man's lust. For someone with certain special tastes, however, she would be the perfect toy.<K>

  Gynoids were originally developed to serve forbidden desires. Models like her, those designed for customers with such twisted hobbies, are not hard to find in the marketplace.<K>

  Responding slowly to Taoluo's call, the little doll gradually lifts her head to look at him. The way she walks, shifts her gaze...... her every movement is stiff and mechanical.<K>

  It is obvious that this gynoid has been given only the bare minimum in autonomous motion programming. Even the preinstalled routines that come with factory models are capable of slightly better.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT=""></R>ȓ҂ǂĂ̂A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͖ɔfȂB<k>
  Taoluo still has not figured out how to behave towards his listless companion.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڕ" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//ɎĂAނɂǰtɂĂ
//M^ccނA㕪АMĂȂB<k>

//Aw<R ALT="ǂ">q</R>x̌ɋ͂ȂƂ^̂ȂA
//̂߂<R ALT="^I["></R>͖oĂɂ͂ȂB
//炽Ђ̓qƂǁAĂ݂邾̉l͂B<k>
  Even now, he is only half-convinced by the words of the man who gave her to him...... no, make that ninety-nine percent unconvinced.<K>

  However, if there is any truth at all to what the Profane Scalpel said, Taoluo will gladly sacrifice his life to see it through. Even a one percent chance is worth betting on.<K>

<se src="Q˂" mode="on" option="single">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<se src="" mode="on" option="single">
//̂܂܁A<R ALT="^I["></R>͍Ɍgl`̏ɍoB<k>
  Without saying a word, Taoluo presents the sword in his left hand to the gynoid girl.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[苹" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//͂Ɋ炸ƂAŒ<R ALT="傻">[</R>ʃvvgŁA
//l`<R ALT="^I["></R>̈Ӑ}𔻓ǂB
//ȂdŗrfグA̎<R ALT="^I["></R>̘`ՂB<k>
  Even without voice input, the doll's minimal behavior judgment algorithms are enough to understand his gesture. She awkwardly raises her arms and takes the <I>wo dao</I> into her hands.<K>

<se src="Qn" mode="on" option="single">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[`^" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//̌yʂȎdɂƂāA
//ۂꂽʂ͍Ȃ̂̂ȂB
//󂯎r[Al`͂ƌXA
//ƂƂœrs̃oX񕜂B<k>
  The weight of the weapon might have been too much for the tiny girl. Upon receiving it, she immediately starts listing to the side, and only regains her balance just before toppling over.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//ȂȐl`̋[₩ɌA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͊ǑAJ̋𓧂ċB<k>
  After coldly watching the doll struggle to stay upright, Taoluo turns to look at the building in front of them, barely visible through the sheet of rain.<K>

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//ԒnɊԈႢ͂ȂB
//OI̍ĊJ̔g߂VzB
//ՂƌA[EfŘÉ́A
//邢100N]ktXdE̒zȂB<k>

//ƂȂĂ͑f̉y<R ALT="">孋</R>邱̃Ap[ǵA
//ŏK̃tgnEXŁAڎwj͐ƂcłƂB
//T߂5l̂́A܂͍ŏ̈lB<k>

//~蒍Â悤ɃR[g̕\ʂ𗬂ꗎAJB
//znzɁAẨxǰw₷B<k>

//ǧ͂Âĝ̐c͕X̂悤ɓĂB
//݂悤ȉJA͂ނ딧ɐSn悢B<k>

//ɖK͉̂􂾂B
//̍J̒AړĂɏȂK˂qȂǂ悤͂ȂB
//ԈႢȂ͋^B<k>

//ǂJ𗽂ꏊAbȂxɐĝāA
//ꂩoׂ낤B
//J~ނ܂ł́A҂ȂB<k>
  This is definitely the right address. In this dilapidated section of the city, passed over by the renovations at the turn of the century, such an old-fashioned art deco structure might very well be a remnant of the French Concession that existed over a hundred years ago.<K>

  The ancient apartment building is now the lair of all manner of shady individuals, and the penthouse on the top floor is where the man Taoluo has come to see makes his living.<K>
  Of the five that Taoluo seeks, he will be the first.<K>

  The pouring rain washes over his coat like a waterfall. Even through the thick material, he can feel his body heat being sucked away into the cold, dark sky.<K>
  It feels good, soothing the fire burning in his veins.

  It would be foolish to ring the doorbell now. No one who visits a brothel in a rainstorm is looking to buy a woman. Showing up like this would only invite suspicion.<K>

  He should find a place to wait out the rain, then come back when he is dry enough to seem somewhat trustworthy. All he can do now is hope that the downpour will stop soon.<K>

<se src="se_01_02" mode="on" option="single">
//ccJB
//܂̚AJ̒ŚāAB<k>
  ......*Chime*.
  Once more, the sound of the bell echoes softly through the rain, then fades away.<K>

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//Ƃ͂l̊XHA<R ALT="Ă߂">Z</R>ƒ@JcB<k>
  And then there is nothing left in the empty street but the ceaseless pounding of the rain.<K>

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//<R ALT="W"></R>ɂƂĂ͌邩ɋCɂȂqB
//̂͌HRB
//iȂ炱ȓźA֐łȂB<k>

//Ƃ낪j̓hAJ̑OŁA
//܂Ŗ@̂悤ɉDoČB
//OőSzƌẮAɂ͓Ȃ̂悤ȂB<k>
  From the moment he lays eyes on him, Zhang dislikes this customer. Normally, he would never allow a man who looks like a vagrant to even loiter in front of his building.<K>

  However, the man faces the door camera and produces a wad of cash as if by magic. For a businessman like Zhang, the offer of full payment in advance is too good to pass up.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̂̒mȂlԂėǂق<R ALT="̂ǂ"></R>ȊEGł͂ȂA
//̒ȋqɂ͉̊댯ȂB
//ɗ_ő́A
//\wɗ]錟mőSg܂Ȃ<R ALT="XL"></R>ĂB<k>

//ʂ̓I[O[B
//ܗk}قǂ̋Ȃ΁A<R ALT="oCInU[h">̊댯</R>̔ȂB<k>

//ƂɁAj͊ۍȂ΂肩TC{[OłȂB
//񍇖@p[cǂ납Ãp[cA̋@\ȂB
//܂Ő^VɐgȐlԂ͒B<k>

//ЂƂl񂾌A<R ALT="W"></R>̓I[gbNB
  This neighborhood is not so friendly that you can just let anyone in off the street, but this customer, unusual as he is, is clearly harmless. From the moment he stepped in front of the door, more than ten different sensors have been scanning his entire body.<K>

  All green.<K>
  He's not even armed with a toothpick, and he doesn't appear to be a biohazard.<K>

  Surprisingly, the man is not only unarmed, but isn't even a cyborg. Forget about illegal parts - there's no sign of medical implants or even organ upgrades.
  A completely unaugmented human, just like new - these days, few things are rarer.<K>

  After considering this briefly, Zhang disengages the autolock.
<se src="SE_01_hAbN" mode="on" option="single">
<k>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucc悵Bȁv<k>
"......Alright, come in."<K>

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<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ɍ΂ȂɁACɂȂqB<k>

//gĉ҂ȂA
//q̋߂ƂڂŌȂ悤ł͖܂ȂB
//Ă̓̐Ƃł<R ALT="W"></R>@ɁA
//ǂĂ̒jAꂩƂł͂ȂB<k>
  Now that he's face to face with him, Zhang likes the man even less.<K>

  Anyone who makes a living selling women needs to be able to tell what a customer wants just by looking at him. In Zhang's professional opinion, this man definitely doesn't look like he's here to have a good time.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڕ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//𔃂ɗjɂẮA܂ɂȂB
//ĂAȂǂƂxł͂ȂB
//킷҂ْɂ͂ȂA
//܂Ŕg̓̂悤ȗ₩ȋCzB<k>

//̂l͂܂ōdȂĂlq͂ȂA
//[͂܂łȂ₩ŊɂB
//ȁgɂhȂwA낤̂B
//ǂl_ւ̂悤ȁAfȂȂ̂M킹B<k>
  For a man who's looking to buy a woman, he's much too guarded. It's not that he's on edge or anything simple like that. It's like he's a drawn blade, like there's a cold aura surrounding him that can't help but make everyone around nervous.

  And despite that, the man doesn't appear tense at all. In fact, his movements are slow and graceful - which only makes him seem even more dangerous, like a snake sizing up its prey.<K>

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//邩ɁA
//lڂ̂Ȃꏊŏo̂͌hނ̎荇B
//Ƃ͂AĂ΋q͋qB
//<R ALT="W"></R>j闝R͉ȂB<k>

//̕Ɏ{ZLeBVXe͖SB
//̎lɔzuꂽ}CNEF[uéA
//łɌւ̊Jォ痈K҂ɏœ_킹A
//ǔĂB<k>

//gK[<R ALT="W"></R>̔]<R ALT="chr">_CNgC^[tFCX</R>ŐڑĂB
//̋CɂȂ<R ALT="W"></R>͏wЂƂA
//t܂ŕ邱ƂłB<k>

//ĉ<R ALT="W"></R>gSg120kgȏ
//񍇖@p[cgݍ񂾏dTC{[OłB
//wZ]x̖͈ɒBł͂ȂB
//gŊۍ̒jȂǁAڂ̊JȂqLRB
//ƂȂ΋グĒ@oĂB<k>
  From the looks of him, he's not the sort you'd want to run into in a dark alleyway.
  Nevertheless, a customer's a customer. And besides, Zhang has no reason whatsoever to fear him.<K>

  His security system is flawless. The microwave cannons set up in the four corners of the room have been tracking the visitor from the moment the front door opened.<K>

  Their triggers are linked to Zhang's brain by direct interface. Without even moving a finger, he can boil the man down to his bone marrow whenever he feels like it.<K>

  Moreover, Zhang himself is a heavy cyborg packing over 120 kilos of illegal parts. The name 'Six Vajra' isn't just for show. For him, an unarmed, unaugmented man is no different than a newborn kitten. If he wanted, he could just take the money and kick the guy out.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uǂŕ̂m˂ccv<k>

//u񂾂ȁBȂ艟ĂB
//ƃA|ƂĂ˂ƂɂA
//ĎĐĂ񂪁ccv<k>
"I dunno where you heard about this place, but......"<K>

"You can't just show up whenever you feel like it. If you don't make an appointment, how can I know what you......"<K>

<se src="" mode="on" option="single">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//ȏ<R ALT="W"></R>OɁA
//j͐܂肽񂾎Ђ<R ALT="W"></R>ɕĂ悱B<k>
  Before Zhang can finish, the man tosses him a folded piece of paper.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
<se src="cyborg_00_arm01" mode="on" option="single">
//󒆂ł炤ƁAwŊpɍLB
  Zhang catches it in midair and deftly spreads it out with his fingers.
<se src="SE_01_ЊJ" mode="on" option="single">
//I[o[TCY̋`ł͂邪AKvƂΊOȈkȍƂoB{lɊOȈ̐SƑ@ׂȂB<k>
  Although his cyborg hand is definitely oversized, he can wield it with a surgeon's precise touch if necessary. He just lacks a surgeon's ethics and delicacy.<K>

//{̎<R ALT=""></R>ɁAnł߂ꂽƎB
//Ⴆ悤Ȃ_̏ЉłB<k>

//M͎̏ƌĂ̎A
//fW^\̎ɂ͂ނMxB
//͛̐El肸<R ALT=""></R>iBGɗޑ̖nՂɂ́AI݂ɐDꂽJɂBO҂ɂ͕͑s\B<k>
  On the piece of paper is a signature written in real ink and affixed with a red seal.
  There's no mistaking it - a letter of introduction from the Qingyun Society.<K>

  A handwritten letter might seem anachronistic, but the truth is that it is actually more trustworthy in this digital age. The paper was handmade from genuine wood pulp by the Society's craftsmen, and skillfully hidden in the complex cursive script are several secret symbols. An outsider would never be able to duplicate this design.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucc̒Ԃ́Hv<k>
"......What's this say?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڕ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uϐlAlLv<k>
"Thoughtfulness becomes fellowship, fellowship becomes the great treasure."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uӂccv<k>
"Hmph......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̕Aꂪǂ߂ȂA
//j͊ԈႢȂ_䂩̐lԂłB
//<R ALT="W"></R>׌ɂ炦ȂȂB<k>
  If he has the code and can read it, then there's no question that this man is affiliated with the Qingyun Society. Now that he knows this, Zhang stops treating the man like an intruder.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uŁH@l`D݁AĂ킯H
//@񂽁v<k>
"So you like dolls, do ya?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڐO" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//ůߋȂAȂv<k>
"I'm not interested in mere toys," he says dismissively, then looks at Zhang with eyes that seem to glow in their depths.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//<BOX TYPE=0>
//Cӂɂ<R ALT=""></R>ĂA
//j͒肷፷<R ALT="W"></R>ɌAB<k>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//ucc񂽂̏ɂ́A
//ЂƖႤl`ƕv<k>
"......But I hear that you have a doll like none other."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uv<k>
"Got that right."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="W"></R>͒j̎𐳖ʂ󂯎~߂ȂA̓ł͈ˑRA
//̐^ӂ𑪂肩˂ĂB<k>
  Zhang meets the man stare for stare, but he still can't shake the feeling that there's more to him than meets the eye.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u𕷂őO5000B
//iɎ킸Bȓzȁv<k>
"5000 yuan up front just to ask me that? You're more loaded than you look."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uꂾ̉l͂Ȃ̂Hv<k>
"She's not worth the price?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="j" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͌Ă˂v<k>
"I ain't sayin' that," Zhang replies, grinning with the pride of a salesman who knows his merchandise's quality.<K>

//<BOX TYPE=0>
//ɎƂāA<R ALT="W"></R>͗]T̏΂݂B<k>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uA͂˂v<k>
"I guarantee you won't be disappointed."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
<se src="SE_01_w炷" mode="on" option="single">
//<R ALT="W"></R>͎w炵āÃKCmChĂъ񂹂B<k>
  Zhang snaps his fingers, calling his prized gynoid to him.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st}[`F" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//ߏ֕ɍTĂ<R ALT="}[`F">_c</R>Aq̑OւƐiݏoB<k>

//t[̓GX̍ŐVsfB
//畆⓪̎͂A
//݊̂p[c<R ALT="Ƃ"></R>ōIvVɊς݂łB
//ʂƓʂ̏ȂǁAʂ<R ALT="">S</R>菊ɂ
//Ƃ킯ӂ񂾂ɋĂB<k>

//ȉ₩Ƃ͗ɁA
//<R ALT="邶"></R>̋ւƕ݊鑫͖<R ALT="傤">R</R>ƂڂȂB
//܂邫艐̔ĂȂflRB<k>

//ƂKCmCh̋[́A
//vOɂēׂꂽS<R ALT="ނтイ">T</R>̂̂łB
//@ЂƂɂĂ݂ĂA\tgŋ{슯̋CiA
//邢̓gbvf<R ALT="킭">f</R>Av̂܂܂ɍČłB<k>

//ꗬ̏҂ċ𕥂jȂA
//ꂾŌłƂĂ͂ȂB
//cc<k>
  Ma Jie emerges from the changing room where Zhang had her waiting and presents herself to the customer.<K>

  Her frame is the latest model from Hermes, with every modular part - not just skin and hair - replaced with the highest quality options available, right down to her eyelashes and irises. Zhang has spared no expense to make her perfect for the serious doll lover.<K>

  Yet although her body exudes sexuality, her gait as she walks to her master's side is somehow apprehensive and uncertain, as though she were a novice whore who has never learned to flaunt her beauty.<K>

  A gynoid's every motion is governed by her programming, with no room for even the slightest error. It would be simple to have her mimic the cultured steps of a court woman or the seductive stride of a top supermodel.<K>

  A customer who expected to purchase a night with a quality woman might very well be disappointed by her.
  This man, however......<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucc債̂ȁv<k>
"......Impressive."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="j" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uzHA邩Hv<k>
"Oh, you can tell?"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="W"></R>͂܂ł̈z΂ɁA΂{̊҂B
//̋qcc<R ALT="킫"></R>ĂB
//ȂȂǂĐl`ɗVѓĂ炵B<k>

//F͋@Bl`ɂȂKCmChɂƂẮA
//ނ낱gRȁh[ČȂ̂B
//҂̉ZƓłB
//vZÂ̓AfpŎRȕ̕o͓B<k>
  Zhang's salesman's smile becomes more sincerely welcoming.
  This customer knows his stuff. It's obvious that he's used to playing with dolls.<K>

  Because a gynoid is, after all, only a machine, such "natural" behavior is nearly impossible to emulate. As with the performance of an actor, predetermined, calculated actions are far simpler to produce than raw, natural emotion.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڕ" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//ũG[ViEGWA
//Ă͂܂v<k>
"Even with the latest emotional engine, no amount of training can produce this."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//uƎXNvgȁBNHv<k>
"It must be a unique script. Who wrote it?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="j" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//u킯˂̂ccv<k>
"No one wrote it, you see......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//j̑fƚnD{ƒmꂽ_ŁA<R ALT="W"></R>̌x͒ołB<k>

//kɐׂƂł͂Ȃ̂͏mĂB
//A<R ALT="W"></R>܂ޛ񊲕ʐ̃KCmChۗLĂ̂́A
//̒ł͌R̔閧B<k>

//̒j_ƂǂS肪ɂA
//̐gɊԈႢȂ͕̂̔ۏ؂ĂB
//x@̃Ckł\͖ɈL蓾ȂB<k>
  Now that he knows that this customer is the real thing, Zhang's suspicion has dissipated.<K>

  He's well aware that this isn't the sort of thing one can speak of to just anyone, but the special gynoids owned by the five bosses are already an open secret in the Qingyun Society.<K>

  Whatever connection this man has with the Society, the coded message that he had on him proves beyond a doubt that he's a made man. There isn't even the slightest chance that he's a cop.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uႦ΁ccقv<k>
"Check it out."<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//₨댯Ȃقǂ̐ŁA
//<R ALT="W"></R>͋ȋ`L΂Đl`̓h݂͂ɂB
//쓮̃}js[^[A
//Z~bN̓WׂƎv߁A
//`͂҂ƐÎ~B<k>
  With dangerous speed, Zhang suddenly seizes the doll's head in his giant manipulator hand and begins to squeeze, only stopping moments before crushing her ceramic skull.<K>

<bustup name="st}[`F" face="|" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//u!?v
"!?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="}[`F">_c</R>́ccȂB
//̎q@\̌AƂĔȂ̂łȂB<k>

//łȂ̂B
//tɌJāAoߖۂݍނ悤
//ȂȂccl`͑gdĂB<k>
  Ma Jie...... freezes.
  She takes no action to protect herself, but nor does she choose not to react.<K>

  Rather, she <I>can't</I> react.
  Eyes wide as saucers, lips trembling as though to hold back a scream...... her entire body has gone as stiff as a statue.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="j" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccȁHv<k>
"......See?"<K>

<se src="SE_}[`F" mode="on" option="single">
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<background src="B__xbh_d">

<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="W"></R>̎ǂƁAl`͒E͂ďɂꂽB
//悤₭ȂȂقǂɋ肪قꂽ炵B
//ڌ<R ALT="W"></R>グoƂɂ́AȂقǂɍA
//낤RFB<k>

//|AB
//̐l`͋A؏kĂB
//Ȃ@Bl`ɂ͗L蓾ȂB<k>
  As soon as Zhang releases her head, the doll slumps limply to the floor. It takes some time before she recovers from her paralysis enough to even start shaking. Her eyes as she looks up at her master are pitiful, like those of a terrified puppy.<K>

  Fear.<K>
  This doll is cowering in fear, a response that would be impossible if she were just a lifeless machine.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//u̊͂ȁcci}Ȃ񂾂v<k>
"Her emotions...... are real."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucci}Hv<k>
"......Real?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="j" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uF܂Ō킹CHv<k>
"What, you want me to spell it out for you?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uAccv<k>
"Ah, of course......"<K>

//<BOX TYPE=0>
//j́Aς炸\̓ǂ߂Ȃ፷Ől`ÎȂA
//}gȂꂢB<k>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uꂪ\ɕAg鮓]ʁhv<k>
"So this is the infamous 'soul transfer,'" the man mutters dryly, his expression as unreadable as ever as he stares at the doll.<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//d]Y@ɂő̋֊B
//ɂǰ꒲ɂ́A̓hMȂB<k>
  The man appears completely unperturbed, as though he hasn't just mentioned the act most unforgivable under cybernetics law.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȂɋCĂ񂾂B
//˂ĊɏĂ邺v<k>
"Why you acting like it's no big deal?"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//鮓]ʂȂǂƂtoĂ鎞_ŁA
//̒j[<R ALT="h[t[N">l`</R>Ȃ̂͊ԈႢȂB
  By bringing up soul transfer, the man has proven himself a particularly hardcore doll freak.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//͂ĒjČɂ̂́A
//Ȃ啪ɓݍ񂾓eB<k>
  And his next words show considerable specialized knowledge of the process.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//u܂ŐlԖôɁA
//ǂꂭ炢񂾁Hv<k>
"How much did you put in to make her this human?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//u20ĂƂv<k>
"'Bout 20 percent."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڕ" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//j𒾖ق̂́Ax̂낤B
//ˑRƂĂ<R ALT="">e</R>ɂ́Aقǂ̓ȂB<k>
  The man falls silent, perhaps surprised for a change, though his face is still as blank as it was when he first arrived.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uꂾzoꂽA
//̂ꔭŉ̂ł́Hv<k>
"If you extract that much, doesn't it break the source?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="j" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȖܑ̂ȂƂ͂˂v<k>

//uzô̓Sb\Scc100B
//ォܓ̂v<k>
"You think we'd let her go to waste?"<K>

"We took it all, 100 percent. Then we split her into five parts."<K>

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<background src="B__xbh_d">

<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="W"></R>̌t́AEl̎ɑȂȂB<k>

//鮓]ʂ̈@́AϗI邱ƂȂA
//]ʌ̐l̂ɗ^ɂƁA][ȃ_[WɂB
//JԂΔplƂȂB<k>

//100̋zocc̐l`̂߂ɋ]ƂȂlԂ́A
//]ɒ~̏MoĎ񂾂̂B
//RẢߒŖ̂͐n̍₾낤B<k>
  Zhang's words are nothing less than a confession of murder.<K>

  Soul transfer is illegal not just because of moral concerns, but because of the suffering that it inflicts on the source and the tremendous damage that it does to the brain.<K>
  Repeated transfers will inevitably turn the subject into a vegetable.<K>

  A 100 percent extraction...... The person who was sacrificed for this doll died after having every nerve impulse ripped from her brain. It should go without saying that the process must have been a living hell.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//[̂ÂAǂƂƂȂق̂܂܁A
//j͏ɍ荞񂾐l`̖TɕGAl`<R ALT="">e</R>`ށB<k>
  Appearing neither satisfied nor pleased by this information, the man kneels next to the collapsed doll and gazes silently into her face.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ꂾt킵ȂAɉ̓Ȃj̑ԓxɁA<R ALT="W"></R>͌mʕsn߂ĂB<k>

//܂Ȃ<R ALT="W"></R>́A̕ƁA<R ALT="Ђ"></R>KCmCh̎łB
//̎낤قǁAj̒ق͓߂āA
//߂̂B<k>

//͂肱̒j́AǂB
//܂<R ALT="W"></R>̂ƂA̐l`Ƃɂ܂閧̂ƂA
//ׂĎOɏmĂ邩̂悤ȁcc<k>
  Despite the import of their conversation, the man still has not shown a single emotion. Zhang begins to feel an indescribable unease taking hold of him.<K>

  He knows that he is the undeniable master of this apartment and of this gynoid whore, yet there is something hidden in the man's mysterious silence that threatens his sense of security.<K>

  There's something wrong with this customer after all.<K>
  It's as though he knew everything about Zhang and the doll's secret beforehand......<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//g܂AccHh<k>
(Could this guy be......?)<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="z΂" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//sӂ<R ALT="W"></R>͉ȑԓx]āAXقǂɊ]΂B<k>
  Zhang suddenly drops his proud smirk and puts on an alarmingly friendly grin.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȂAЂƂĉA
//񂽂ɉƂ邩Hv<k>
"Hey, do we know each other from somewhere?"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڕ" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="z΂" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//úA܂mĂ邩񂪁cc
//󂠂Đl̊̌
//˂^`łv<k>
"You might know this already, but...... I've got a problem with remembering people's faces, you see."<K>

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<background src=B__xbh_d">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̂Ƃ<R ALT="W"></R>́Aăj[n̉M҂
//~XŁAeFςĂB
//]̌㓪tɕÔŁAl̖ڕ@痧
//ĔF邱ƂłȂȂ鎋oQłB
//񍇖@ȃTCo[ps钆Â͒ȂB<k>

//ȂOȂ炢m炸Ał͂Fǂ
//[ȏQƂȂ͏ȂB
//܂TColeBNX̕yɂ鉶bB
//Ƃ<R ALT="W"></R>͒o_o@BĂ邽߁A
//L^QƂ邱ƂŘbʂłB<k>

//j̐Ɂgoh͂ȂBΖʂ̑肾Ƃ΂vĂB
//ł͂Ȃ\[Ƃ͂ȂB
//@BC̋Lł́A̕ӂ̋@܂܂ȂȂB<k>
  In fact, a hack doctor accidentally scarred Zhang's brain with his scalpel while adding some neural upgrades. Thanks to the damage to his occipital lobe, it became impossible for him to recall the features of someone's face. With illegal cyber-surgery rampant, such accidents are hardly rare these days.<K>

  However, such sensory disorders are rarely as serious a problem as they were in the past, thanks again to the miracle of cybernetics. Because Zhang's auditory system is also augmented, he can tell who he's talking to by matching their voiceprint to an internal database.<K>

  Because he didn't "remember" this man's voice, Zhang thought that he was a stranger. There is, however, a slight probability that that is not the case. When your memory is managed by machines, some things just can't be helped.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="z΂" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȂɂԂÂm荇ƁA<R ALT="LbV"></R>܂Ă邱Ƃ邩˂BȂAC˂łق񂾂ccv<k>
"If we haven't talked in a while, you might've been deleted from my cache. No hard feelings, right?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//u\񂳁v<k>
"Don't worry."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//j̐͑OɂĐÂBǂDȂ̂MB<k>
  The man's voice is even softer than before. There is even a hint of kindness in it.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uCɂĂȂv<k>
"I don't blame you."<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="z΂" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uAv<k>
"Y-you don't?"<K>

<bgm src="M07" mode="fadeout" time="5"option="Loop">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//͂Ĉł͂ȂAj͕͋CςĂB
//l`̖jɁA܂ŉꕨ悤Ɏw𔇂킹ȂA
//j͂͂ƑDĂB
//̕^ςԂ<R ALT="W"></R>gA
//Ȃs藧ĂB<k>
  It's not Zhang's imagination. There's definitely something different about the man now.<K>

  As he runs his fingers over the doll's cheek with the care of someone handling a delicate flower, his expressionless face gradually softens into a smile. Rather than relieve Zhang's anxiety, however, the sudden change only makes him more uneasy.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="D΂" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uɂ͉B
//p`␺ȂĖ肶Ȃv<k>

//u{ɑ؂ȑ́cc
//ق̂킸ȋCzŁAv<k>
"I can tell. Things like voice and appearance don't matter."<K>

"If someone is truly important to you...... then the tiniest part of them is enough."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//܂łƂ͂ĕςAD_炩B
//\ʂ̂悤Ȗ\A̒j͏Ί̕sCB<k>

//܂ł̏ɋ킹ȂNA
//H삩ƌt킵Ă邩̂悤ȁcc
//B̒jA<R ALT="W"></R>Ɉ˂悱ȂB<k>
  It's like he's speaking to someone who's not here, perhaps to a ghost. Zhang suddenly realizes that the man hasn't spared him a single glance since this started.<K>

<bgm src="M02" mode="fadein" time="5"option="Loop">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uOYꂽH@̂Ɓv<k>
"Have you forgotten me too?"<K>

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<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccHv<k>
"......Ah?"<K>

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<background src="ev_t06">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//ς炷j<R ALT="W"></R>ȂǊᒆɂȂ܂܁AƐl`߂ĂB
//͂^͂ȂB
//j́ccl`ɘbĂB<k>
  Still ignoring Zhang utterly, the man peers into the doll's eyes.<K>
  It's unmistakable now. The man is <I>talking to the doll.</I><K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u͊oĂBY₵Ȃv<k>
"I remember. How could I forget?"<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccHv<k>
"......?"<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȕɔ𞀂ĂBcc
//O̔Aׂď_炩ācc
//_߂ĂĂȁHv<k>
"This is how I always combed your hair...... so soft and smooth. Remember how I praised it?"<K>

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<background src=B__xbh_d">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//gccĂ񂾁H@́h<k>
(What...... What's he talking about?)<K>

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<background src="ev_t06">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//u̒Ɂv<k>
"Right now......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//j͎ނ悤ɁAKCmCh̏<R ALT="Ƃ">{</R>wɍڂB<k>
  He cups the gynoid's tiny jaw as though comforting a loved one.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//ûÓA
//񊄂cĂȂ񂾂ȁB
//̂ƁAȂĂccȂȁv<k>
"There's only twenty percent of you in there, after all...... I'm not surprised you don't remember me."<K>

<se src="SE_01_d" mode="on" option="single">
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<background src="B__xbh_">

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<BOX TYPE=0>

//sӂɕ̏ƖB<k>
  Suddenly, every light in the room goes dark.<K>

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//u!?v<k>
"!?"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//dccƂΑɗ\dɐ؂ւ͂B
//Ȃ̂ɏƖ͒قAfUȂB<k>

//sgȗ\ɁA<R ALT="W"></R>͔]̃C^[tFCX
//̃ZLeBĂяoB
//cc̔ȂB<k>

//ׂĂ̓dq@킪łBoOt[YƂ͎vȂB
//Iɋ@\~ĂB<k>
  A blackout? If so, then the backup power should kick in immediately, but the lights still show no sign of returning to life.<K>

  With an ominous thought, Zhang calls the room's security system up on his neural interface.<K>
  ......No answer.<K>

  Every electronic device in the room is dead. This can't be a bug or computer failure.<K>
  The only explanation is that the system has physically shut down.<K>

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//uccBb!?v<k>
"Wha...... What's going on!?"<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//͂AI[gbN@\ȂAւ̃XChhAB
//₽̔Ɖ̈˂点āA
//ȐleꂽB<k>
  With power to the autolock cut, the front door is little more than a sliding sheet of metal. It now rolls open, revealing a tiny figure.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[`^" face="\" align="right">
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//ȏ͖QƌĂA̎<R ALT="₤"></R>
//U̘`́AĊ}ł̂ł͂ȂB
//ꂴN҂AȂŕ~ׂB
//x}u߂YāAقŏ}B<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>̓pjbN̈OɂB<k>

//喇͂ēZLeBA쓮ȂB
//蓾ȂƂB@@Ȃ̏蓾悤B
//ׂĂ̋@킪ĂɒقƂ̂́cc<k>
  Although the girl looks innocent and harmless, the <I>wo dao</I> cradled reverently in her hands is definitely not welcome here.<K>
  But when the intruder crosses the threshold with unsteady steps, only silence greets her as the alarms and microwave cannons all fail to perform their duty.<K>

  Zhang is on the verge of panic.<K>

  His enormously expensive security system isn't working. This is impossible. One or two machines might malfunction, but for everything to shut down at the same time......<K>


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<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uMlÁccv<k>
"Who...... are you?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="ڕ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//H
//̒ĵȂ̂H
//ccƂǂāH
//GꂸɁA̊Ԃɂȍ׍HH<k>
  Is it him? Is it this man's fault?<K>
  But if so...... how? How did he do it without even lifting a finger?<K>

<bustup name="st^I[" face="Ζڕ" align="right">
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//u̗̐cȂ̂́ccv<k>
"The reason you deleted my voice from your cache......"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[" face="Ǝcȏ΂" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uxƂ̐𕷂ƂȂ
//vĂ炩H@<R ALT="WEW{E">ɛ</R>v<k>
"Is that you never expected to hear it again. Am I right, Zhang Jiabao?"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stWʏ" face="" align="left">
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//uȁccv<k>
"Wha......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//L蓾\AЂƂBcc<R ALT="dlo">dpX</R>B
//ȂȂǂ̍GlM[ۂŔdpX́A
//dqfoCX̓̂ɓdUNA
//킸~b̂ɔj󂵂Ă܂B<k>

//̂ɑgݍ܂TCo[EFAł΁A
//xEMP΍􂪍uĂB
//<R ALT="W"></R>Ɣނ̃KCmChɍς񂾂̂̂߂낤B
//AڐGقǂ̎ߋ
//pXł܂Θb͈ႤB<k>
  There is only one possibility...... Electromagnetic Pulse. The EMP generated by high-energy phenomena such as lightning causes electromagnetic induction in anything with an electronic circuit, destroying it in a matter of milliseconds.<K>

  Cyberware designed for use with living organisms has a degree of EMP shielding built in, which is why Zhang and his gynoid are unaffected. However, even that is powerless against a focused EMP unleashed at point-blank range.<K>

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//ɂp݂̂A<R ALT="W"></R>͒mĂB
//ƌ@Ƃ̔鉜`̂ЂƂccȗCɂ
//ɓdpXs܂AGƓɕ˂B
//eNmW[킢̌`ςĂŁA
//Â̕pnݏoVȂghB<k>

//΃TCo[CpwdxB
//k󌝂ŃTC{[Oj<R ALT="A[cEIuEEH[">EC̐Z</R>B<k>
  Zhang knows of a martial art capable of such a thing, a secret technique of internal kung fu that uses a specialized <I>qi</I> channeling method to generate an electromagnetic pulse in the palm of the hand that can be unleashed on contact.<K>

  In this age where technology is changing the face of combat, heirs to the ancient martial traditions have developed this new skill.<K>
  The anti-cyborg <I>qigong</I> technique, "Electromagnetic Discharge," a merciless art of war created for the sole purpose of defeating cyborgs with one's bare hands.<K>

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<bustup name="stWʏ" face="ア" align="left">
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//u񂽂́ccv<k>
"You......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="W"></R>͂ЂƂ̖mĂB
//Ƃccz₷bB̉ʂĂɁA
//̌vɎƂ̒jB<k>
  A name flashes through Zhang's head, the name of the man who, after enduring unimaginably harsh training, became the one and only warrior to ever master this kung fu.<K>

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//lĂŁAgdh<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>B
//ĎvԂ͂̂ȂjB<k>
  Kong Taoluo, the Lightning Palm - a name that Zhang should never have had to remember again.<K>

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//u񂾂͂Iv<k>
"You should be dead!" Zhang cries, his voice on the edge of hysteria.<K>

//<BOX TYPE=0>
//ΗԂ<R ALT="W"></R>͋B<k>


<BOX TYPE=2>
//u񂽂͎񂾁cc
//񂽂́AƂ̐̂!!v<k>
"You died...... You died back then!"<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
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//uA<R ALT="W"></R>B͎Rccv<k>
"That's right, Zhang. I'm as good as dead......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//j͓̐ĂB
//͂l̐ƂvȂB
//̒ꂩ琁ȂAƂȉ𗧂Ă邾낤B<k>
  The man's voice is too cold to be human. If one were to listen to the wind that blows from the icy pits of Hell, it would surely sound something like this.<K>

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//u̔тHMlɁA`Z̔t킵MlɁcc艴͉𔍂v<k>
"I ate at your table, exchanged cups of brotherhood with you...... and now I turn my fangs upon you."<K>

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//|Ɏꂽ<R ALT="W"></R>悻ɁÂ͖܂ܓoB<k>
  Ignoring the petrified Zhang, the girl silently holds out the sword.<K>

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//u<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>̓}JIŎ񂾁B
//Ō̂́AC̋Scc
//Q́ASb!!v<k>
"Kong Taoluo died in Macao. It is a demon that draws this blade now. A demon...... of vengeance!"<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//EӂɓƂƂɁAj͓𔲂B<k>
  With the murderous sound of cold steel clearing sheath, the man draws his sword.<K>

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<bustup name="stW\" face="" align="left">
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//S҂Ƃ̑ΖʁB
//̋|ɓۂ܂ĂȂJo<R ALT="W"></R>́A
//Ėy<R ALT=""></R>̂Ƃ͂B<k>
  A dead man is standing before him.<K>
  That Zhang is able to attack despite his fear is a testament to the prowess that has earned him fame in the martial arts world.<K>

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//@BErJowOPzx́A
//ƂOƐAь̈łB
//Иr22.3kgAŏI260m/scc
//j͂ŌΑΐԕɕCG鍄<R ALT="^I["></R>PB<k>

//𗁂тł]kṁBΈ[͌`𗯂߂ȂB
//E͉ߏ̍<R ALT="^I["></R>̑̑gDA
//̈ꌂ̂Ƃɉ̂cc<k>
  The technique that he looses with his mechanized right hand is Dark Phoenix Greets Sun, one of the basic strikes of Shaolin Kung Fu. His arms weigh 22.3 kilos each, and his fists have a top speed of 260 meters per second - enough power to rival the blast from a tank's main gun, and all of it brought to bear on Taoluo.<K>

  The shockwave of his fist alone is enough to give a man a concussion, and a direct hit would leave nothing but an unidentifiable corpse. It will plow into Taoluo's body with excessive force, tearing him to shreds in an instant.<K>


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//Mċ^ȂɁÂ̌
//UɏIA<R ALT="W"></R>͗eՂɎ󂯓ꂩ˂B
//߁AḾccW̌ê낤B<k>
  So strongly does Zhang believe this that, when his fist sweeps through empty air, he can hardly accept the truth of what has just happened.<K>
  That flash of light he saw for an instant...... could Taoluo's sword have parried his fist?<K>

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//ȂΎ󂯂ƕӂƁA
//JowԎx̒ǂB
//`ׂ̍gȂǖ؂[Rɒ@܂cc<k>
  Zhang follows with Left Hand Pierces Flower, meaning to shatter the sword that defended against his first blow. Before his spearhand, the <I>wo dao</I>'s slender blade will snap like a branch from a tree.<K>

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//ӋC񂾑ZA܂ʕɈċ؂B
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̓ɐGꂽr[A艞炵艞ȂB<k>
  Yet for all the faith put into it, this attack also ends up slicing through nothing. Even at the instant of contact with Taoluo's sword, he felt no sense of impact.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stW\" face="" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//u!!v<k>
"GOHHHHHH!!"<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//{ƂƂɁA<R ALT="W"></R>͗đɌUB
//ꎮw菏сx37cc
//EԔuAcɋ@ςĕA˂B<k>
  With a furious roar, Zhang unleashes his first form, the 37 Charging Fists of Shaolin, a continuous stream of punches that come crashing down on Taoluo from all directions.<K>

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>͓ȂB
//n̋PA򖗂̂悤ɋ𗬂UB
//̂т<R ALT="W"></R>̍ÚAႢ̕ւƓĕsɏIB<k>

//݂̌A܂ňӂ̂܂܂ɂȂȂB
//ڂ`ĖaoɁA
//܂ŗߎł̂悤ɁB<k>

//<R ALT="^I["></R>̓̓W̍UeԂĂ킯ł͂ȂB
//ނtɁAg|̌ɗ߂A
//OɈ񂹂悤ɂĒނĂB
//G̍UɎ肸琨Ă悤Ȃ̂B<k>

//A<R ALT="W"></R>̌͂肢x𑝂̂́A
//̔qɂ킸ɃxNg킳A
//ʁAWIĐU蔲HڂɂȂB<k>
  Taoluo does not move, but his glittering blade flows through the air like water from a silver fountain. With each stroke, one of Zhang's attacks is sent off in a completely unintended and harmless direction.<K>

  The fists that have carried Zhang through so many battles now seem to be out of his control, as though the patterns drawn in the air by the shining sword are a puppeteer's strings tied to his limbs.<K>

  Taoluo is not repelling Zhang's strikes by force - quite the opposite. By winding his blade around Zhang's fists and drawing them towards him, he is in fact applying force to his enemy's attacks.<K>

  Yet at the very instant that Taoluo's weapon gives each of Zhang's blows even more speed, it also changes its course ever so slightly. As a result, the attack ends up overshooting its target.<K>

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//dŏ镐Ȃy̋ŹA
//܂ȂՓV@wgCDxcc
//yȂďd𗽂AxȂđ𐧂B
//ꂼp̐[wƌx̋ɈӂɑȂȂB<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>̂悤ɐg̔\݂͂̂𗊂݂ƂwOƁxɂ́A
//zy΂ʋnłB<k>
  The technique that allows Taoluo to easily deflect a weapon of much greater mass can only be the Daitian School's "Oar Parts Stormy Seas."<K> With the light, overcome the heavy; with the slow, control the fast. This is the fundamental concept of <I>neijia,</I> the internal kung fu that is the greatest mystery of Chinese martial arts.<K>

  For practitioners of <I>waijia</I> - external kung fu - like Zhang, who depend solely on raw speed and strength, this level of technique is beyond imagining.<K>

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//gccIh<k>
(Kuh......!)<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
<se src="cyborg_00_hand01" mode="on" option="single">
//<R ALT="W"></R>͐_oH̃~b^[B
  Zhang deactivates the limiters placed on his neural circuits.
<se src="SE_01_b" mode="on" option="single">
//Ɍ̑b𓊊B<k>
  At the same time, he purges the extra armor on his shoulders.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u΂ꂥb!!v<k>
"DIEEEEEEE!!"<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//o肩kAWAAeA6iĂɕKE
//wC{exB
//ɂ߂<R ALT="W"></R>łȂƂA
//@Bꂽ̂ŌJΆAЗ͂ƂɒBl̈łB<k>

//EU肩Ԃ錝͂͂⓮̎͂̋Ɍ𒴂A
//̎c𔺂ȂĂ<R ALT="^I["></R>ɏPB
//ꂼ<R ALT="W"></R>́wZ]xRłB<k>

//̂̍̒A<R ALT="W"></R>́ccmɕB
//Ɣn񂾌ɁÂ߂<R ALT="т񂵂傤"></R>̓fB<k>
  Six different strikes, all unleashed in the same instant - this is Zhang's ultimate technique, Demon's Furious Barrage.
  Even if Zhang had not mastered the technique, his cyborg body would give it speed and power equal to that of an expert.<K>

  The speed of his swinging arms has already surpassed the limits of human dynamic vision, making it appear as though countless fists are streaking towards Taoluo all at once.
  This is the very attack by which Zhang earned the name "Six Vajra."

  Yet even through the roar of his fists...... Zhang hears it clearly - the sound of a mocking laugh coming from beyond the dueling weapons.<K>

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//{̖ҍUɉ<R ALT="^I["></R>̓́AȂyAA_ՂɁcc
//㇗ƈłɗx锒ńAő呬x̘AƂȂɎJB<k>
  Responding to the furious onslaught, Taoluo's blade moves ever lighter, ever faster, ever softer. Dancing through the darkness as though everywhere at once, it effortlessly continues to deflect the rain of steel.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//gnȁcch<k>
(No way......)<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//AɘAd˂ȂA
//<R ALT="傤"></R>킶<R ALT="W"></R>̎vlIłB<k>
  Even as he piles on blow after blow, Zhang's thoughts are gradually overcome by terror.<K>

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//r𓮈ĐU邤<R ALT="W"></R>̖ҍUA
//ˑR<R ALT="^I["></R>͉Ë꓁݂̂ŖhĂB
//ċ󂢂́ccw<R ALT="񂯂"></R>ԂłȂA
//ɂ܎wLĒɕ܂܁B<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>ɂƂđC̓RB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>JoA̍肪cc
//̏ŐGꂽƂA<R ALT="W"></R>̖^͐ŝB<k>

//GĂ͂ȂȂB
//̏ɐGĂ͂ȂȂB<k>

//͂ނ܂₩B
//ȗƂǁAꌂ񌂁AaĂǂȂĝł͂ȂB
//䂪g͍|Błɍɔ񂸁B
//Az̏́cc<k>
  Even now, Taoluo is defending against Zhang's full-power assault with only the sword in his right hand. As for his empty left hand...... It's just hanging in the air, fingers loosely spread without even forming a sword seal.<K>

  To Zhang, that hand is like the barrel of a cannon aimed at his head, just waiting for Taoluo to pull the trigger. When the palm of that hand touches him, his life will come to an end.<K>

  He must not touch it.
  No matter what, he must not touch that hand.<K>

  Taoluo's sword is only a distraction. However sharp the blade, Zhang's body is not so frail that it cannot take a few slashes. He is mighty steel, after all, no longer weak flesh and bone.<K>
  Taoluo's palm, however......<K>

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//<R ALT="W"></R>̏łƂ͗ɁAl̊ԍ͈̂悤ɒXƁA
//~݂ŋ܂ĂB
//͂⏶ł̊ԍ܂ł͊􋖂ȂB<k>
  Despite Zhang's efforts, the distance between the two is growing ever closer, like a nightmare from which he cannot escape. In only a few more seconds, he will be within range of Taoluo's palm.<K>

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//gcch<k>
(Fight through......!) Zhang exhorts himself, though it feels more like a desperate prayer.<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//͂F悤ȋŁA<R ALT="W"></R>͌ȂӂB<k>

//͐g̐lԂBԈႢȂEB
//x_f𒍂œؓcc
//ȔȊ튯A@B쓮̋`菟킯ȂB
//̃Xs[hœU邢΁AK؂NB<k>
  His opponent is an unaugmented human. There must be a limit to how long he can fight. Inefficient muscles that need oxygen from the lungs to operate can never hope to defeat mechanized limbs. If he keeps swinging his sword at that speed, he'll inevitably run out of breath sooner or later.<K>

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//ɂ炸<R ALT="^I["></R>̌́Aɓ݂lqȂB
//ǂlĂL蓾ʂƂł͂邪A܂̂܂܁cc
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͐sɁA<R ALT="W"></R>̘rI[o[q[gŒ~̂ł́H<k>
  And yet, the dance of Taoluo's sword shows no sign of slowing.
  It boggles Zhang's mind to consider it, but...... can it be possible that his arms will overheat before Taoluo's strength gives out?<K>

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//gL蓾ȂccL蓾ȂIh<k>
(Impossible...... Impossible!)<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//őɎ݂<R ALT="W"></R>́AłɂЂƂ̗YĂB<k>

//Ƃ̒BlƂA͍dsł͌ȂB
//Oc蔭韆߂ĐUꂽƂA
//̕zт͒䓁ɕςAؕЂSƂւƕςB<k>

//lɁA|̐ńcc<k>
  Overwhelmed by frustration, Zhang has already forgotten a fundamental truth.<K>

  When a master of <I>neijia</I> takes up a weapon, how hard or sharp it is is of little consequence.<K>
  When charged with <I>qi</I> that has been channeled from the <I>dantian,</I> a piece of cloth becomes a razor and a wooden stick a warhammer.<K>

  And when that weapon is a blade of steel......<K>

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//|̐n̕ςʂẮAʗ̔jf̂݁B
//͌`ׂ݂̂炭fA΂ɂĕs̔jB<k>
  In its ultimate form, it becomes the sword of causality itself. It is destruction, absolute and inescapable, before which all that has shape must fall.<K>

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//<R ALT="W"></R>ɂ̂́Aꙋ߂̕؉B
//ȂsAꂾ̋C̋B
//fẮccSƓSƂGꍇł͂ȂB<k>

//ɂS炸A<R ALT="W"></R>̉Er͌痣ĎE̊OւƔыB
//܂Řr̂̂<R ALT="W"></R>̐ĝ̂Ă̂悤ɁB
//rɕꂽ̂悤ɁB<k>

//pƂĕׂł͂Ȃ̂B
//Ƃ̌vɂ܂ƂA̎̐njނ̂͂ȂB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>邾̎ԁA܂Ő킢𒷈_ŁA
//<R ALT="W"></R>̔sk͌ĂB<k>
  All that Zhang hears is the momentary echo of a single gust of wind, infinitely sharp and fast - and not even the slightest sound of metal striking metal.<K>

  Nevertheless, Zhang's right arm leaves his shoulder and flies out of view, as though the arm itself has abandoned his body like a rat fleeing a sinking ship.<K>

  Zhang should not have underestimated the sword. When wielded by a master of internal kung fu, none can stand before it. As soon as enough time passed for Taoluo to channel the necessary <I>qi,</I> Zhang's defeat was certain.<K>

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//Ɛ]̒ŁA<R ALT="W"></R>͎c鍶߂̂YĂB<k>
  In his surprise and despair, Zhang has forgotten to pull back his left fist.<K>

//ƂɕWI̎Ԃ𐖂蔲A]r͏ցcc
//<se src="_01_j" mode="on" option="single">
//J[ybg􂢂ăRN[g̏ނ܂ŁA[XƊђʂĖ܂B<k>
  Having already lost its target, the remaining fist barrels into the floor, <se src="_01_j" mode="on" option="single">plowing through carpet and concrete before ending up buried to the elbow.<K>


//ƂقړɁA
//a΂ꂽErŊɐU蔲̂܂܁A
//Cê悤ɕєČ̕ǂj󂷂B
  At about the same time, the momentum of his severed right arm sends it smashing through the far wall like a cannon shell.<K>
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//<R ALT="W"></R>͂SāA̋󂢂ǂ𒭂߂ĂB
//oɂȂĕオ錚ނ̌̚ɁA
//킸Ɋ_ԌŚcc
//ĂقǂɍdA͋AGoƗ񂾂̘̂rB<k>

//̌<R ALT="W"></R>́A҂ɕȂB
//xƕG邱Ƃ͂ȂƁAMċ^ȂB
//Ȃ̂Ɂcc<k>
  All Zhang can do is stare in stunned disbelief at the hole in the wall. That piece of scrap metal that he can glimpse beyond the thick curtain of dust and debris...... was once the mighty arm whose strength had made him invincible.<K>

  With that arm, Zhang thought that he could defeat any foe. He believed unquestioningly that he would never have to kneel to anyone again.<K>
  And yet......<K>

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//ɓ˂h܂܂̍r̕IACœ݉rB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>B<R ALT="W"></R>skƂɐSDĂɁA
//悤ȐĝȂŔwւƉ荞ł̂B<k>

//̍̏A<R ALT="W"></R>̉ɉĂB
//₽̊ǴA͂l̉xłȂA
//n̍|RɊꂽB<k>

//[ÂȁA<R ALT="^I["></R>̋zCB
//<R ALT="W"></R>ɂ͉B
//͂dpX𔭐`ז@̗pB
//OcėꂽAƂcc
//_on@BTC{[Oɂ́AƂ悤̂ȂKB<k>

//ɖ܂𔲂Ƃ͊ȂB
//̑fUŁAd̉<R ALT="W"></R>̔]Ăs낤B<k>
  A booted foot steps on his left elbow, driving his arm deeper into the floor.<K>
  It is Taoluo, having taken advantage of Zhang's shock to slip nimbly behind him.<K>

  And now the palm of his left hand is pressed against the base of Zhang's skull. Far too cold for human skin, it feels to Zhang like a steel blade.<K>

  Taoluo inhales, slow and deep. Zhang knows what this signifies - the secret, forbidden breathing technique that allows one to generate EMP from their inner power.<K>
  When the <I>qi</I> that has been circulated through the <I>dantian</I> is released from the palm...... no cyborg can hope to escape death.<K>

  Zhang's left hand cannot save him. The instant he tries to pull it free, the electric flame will surely consume his nervous system.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//úccႤv<k>
"It...... It wasn't me."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̕ɗƂAl͂Ƃ킯`ɂȂB
//<R ALT="W"></R>͂܂łɂȂɁA
//tƂtfoCɂȂĂB<k>
  When staring into the Abyss, men tend to become unusually talkative. Zhang now finds himself wanting to speak more than he ever has before.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uɁcc񂽂̖ɂƂ́A
//ӂAӂb!!v<k>
"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry for what I did to your sister!"<K>

//úA͎EĂȂI
//A񂽂̖Ȃɂ̂́ccv<k>
"But I didn't kill her! The one who did this to her was......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȁBMlȂBSĂƂv<k>
"I know. You didn't do it alone."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̐搂悤ɌyB
//킸ȎEӂ̏d݂Ȃcc
//́AElƂĔFĂȂAB<k>
  Taoluo's voice is as light as a feather, with no hint of murderous intent.<K>
  Perhaps it is the voice of a man who does not even see his victim as human.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//ulc炸AMľǂv<k>

//u܂͋Ml<R ALT="">G</R>ꂾB<R ALT="WEW{E">ɛ</R>A
//nɊF̐ȂƂĂv<k>
"Soon, every last one of them will join you."<K>

"First I'll make an example of you, Zhang Jiabao. Save seats for everyone in Hell."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//āAܔM̌鉊<R ALT="W"></R>łւƑł܂ꂽB<k>
  And then the invisible inferno surges into Zhang's spine.<K>

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//蔭dpX̓eyXgKĩV[hʉ߂A
//|𒣂菄炵_oɓdUNB<k>
  The electromagnetic pulse released from Taoluo's palm penetrates the Tempest EMP shielding, causing induction throughout the network of metal threads that forms Zhang's central nervous system.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uM@@b!!v<k>
"GYAAAA!!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ɂ͌̑<R ALT="W"></R>̑̓RLB
//Sg̐_oɐA܂ꂽdqiÂׂĂĂ
//Ă<R ALT="">W</R>ւƓ]̂łB<k>

//gČȂAg̒ɓ_𔍂oɂꂽ
//_̒ɕ荞܂ꂽ悤Ȃ̂B<k>
  At the speed of light, excruciating pain erupts throughout Zhang's body as the electronic devices attached to his nerves are all reduced to slag simultaneously.<K>

  The agony is comparable to being skinned alive and then tossed into a vat of sulfuric acid.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u႟@@@@@b!!v<k>
"GYAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ĝ܂܂Ȃ猈Ė키ƂȂ́A
//̐̂̂łȂɁcc
//ꂪTCo[ÉwdxB<k>
  Unimaginable pain, beyond anything that an unaugmented person could ever experience - such is the Lightning Palm, the wrath of the Cyber Slayer.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u@@ccKA@@@ccv<k>
"Ah......gahh......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//n͑ȂB
//eʂ𒴂h̑OɁA<R ALT="W"></R>͓̂ɂ܂_j󂳂A
//ɋɂ͂ȂE֒ǂꂽB
//Ő_onƓlɋ@BĂzn~B
//_fƉh{f̋r₦]AƉ󎀂͂߂B<k>
  Zhang's living hell does not last long, however. Overloaded by the stimulus, his mind is destroyed first, before his body; soon he is no longer capable of even registering the agony.<K>
  His mechanized circulatory system fails next. Cut off from oxygen and nutrients, his brain begins to slowly die.<K>

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//̂ƌĂԂɂc[ƌĂԂɂꕾ̂l^̃IuWF
//ꗎAdkhB
//낷<R ALT="^I["></R>̑oƂɂ́A͂≽̊SȂB<k>
  Neither "corpse" nor "wreckage" is a suitable word for the man-shaped object that crashes to the floor, shaking the room with its weight.<K>
  Taoluo gazes down upon it, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion.<K>

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//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ł<R ALT="W"></R>̌𕕂_ŁA{͋̒ɒłB<k>
  By the time he rendered Zhang's strongest attacks ineffectual, his rage had already retreated into the depths of his soul.<K>

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//EĂ݂΁A̒j̖ɒD̉lǂB<k>

//قɂ͎yB
//킹ɂ͈ꐶUĂȂB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>́A̒jAX̋yÎ󂵑邱Ƃ
//ɁccꂾŌB<k>

//QƂ͋̂B
//ƂŁAꂽ͖̂߂ȂBЂƂȂB<k>
  Now that he has killed Zhang, Taoluo wonders if his life was even worth taking.<K>

  Death was too light a punishment.<K>
  Yet even had Zhang spent his whole life atoning for his sins, it would not have been enough.<K>
  Taoluo simply could not allow him to live another day in comfort and pleasure...... and for that reason alone, he took up his sword.<K>

  Vengeance is an empty thing. It will not get back what you have lost, nor will it heal your wounds.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="\" align="right">
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͊グA킷҂ɌB<k>
  Taoluo looks up, acknowledging the others present in the room.<K>

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<bustup name="stC[苹" face="\" align="left">
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//Z킢Ă2̂̐l`B
//⌇וi̔@ɐl̊@Ccc<k>
  The two dolls have watched the entirety of the short but fierce battle.
  One is standing utterly motionless, perhaps unnaturally so, seemingly oblivious to the murder that just took place before her eyes.<K>

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//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̒fAl`ɂ͂܂̑
//ŎKCmChB<k>

//|B
//͐́Ałтm҂̓B
//<R ALT="W"></R>̐⋩ӖƂݎÁcc
//ɔ߂̏؁B<k>

//lł@BłȂ́Anɂ܂܌El҂̎Ɏ␂߂āA̍ʂقǂɐkB<k>
  As for the other - ever since hearing her master's death cry, her face has been frozen in an expression of fear that should be impossible for a gynoid.<K>

  Fear - a privilege available only to the living, to those who know destruction. That she was able to understand the meaning of Zhang's howl is undeniable proof of the soul hidden within her.<K>

  The girl who is neither human nor machine trembles as the killer pierces her with his gaze, her teeth chattering as she stares at the naked blade still in his hand.<K>

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//̕\A<R ALT="^I["></R>݂̋ƗŒߏグB<k>
  Her expression of terror fills Taoluo with sorrow and pity.<K>

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uvccv<k>
"It's alright......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ɐt̗DƂ߂ȂA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͋@Bl`ɕ݊B<k>
  Speaking with all of the kindness that he can muster, Taoluo slowly approaches the cowering doll.<K>

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//uƂĂŁBɍςށB
//ccɂ͂Ȃv<k>
"Just hold still. It'll be over soon.
......It won't hurt a bit."<K>

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//<R ALT="W"></R>̕ł̑́Ax@܂ɐ_ւƒʕ񂳂ꂽB
//̋ߗׂɏZ܂҂́A@ȂX̖@SĂB<k>

//܏eƐ퓬TCo[EFAŐgł߂OlA
//ŠւƋ삯B
//<R ALT="W"></R>̔]5ƌoĂȂB
//ɂS炸A͂łɖlB<k>
  The disturbance in Zhang's apartment was reported to the Qingyun Society long before the police heard about it. Everyone who lives nearby knows the unwritten law of this lawless town.<K>

  A small army of young gangsters packing guns and combat cyberwear quickly rushes to the scene of the carnage.<K>
  Yet although only five minutes have passed since Zhang's brain death, his apartment is already empty.<K>

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//ؒfꂽ̋`ȊOA炵jȂ[́A
//̒mꂽTCo[|҂̖ɂĂ͊ɉ߂B
//[ׂꎀ炩ɂȂ̂́A܂̘bB<k>

//<R ALT="W"></R>̎̃KCmChɂẮAO̒NmĂB
//l`lFĂ΁A摜𒊏ołB<k>

//̖]݂AKCmCh̎c[ƓɒׂB<k>

//jł͂ȂB
//ĂA
//̂ǂɂȂ炾B<k>
  Aside from the severed right arm, no damage is visible on Zhang's body - an inexplicable end for a renowned cyber-warrior. It will be some time before a thorough examination reveals the cause of death.<K>

  Every one of the men knows about Zhang's prized gynoid. If they can access her visual memory, they might be able to learn the identity of the killer.<K>

  However, that hope is crushed as soon as they recover the gynoid's remains.<K>

  The problem is not damage to her memory, but that the head that contains it is nowhere to be found.<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//܂ŗ΁Aǂɂ͌Ȃcc
//mMƂŁA<R ALT="^I["></R>͑~߂B<k>
  Once certain that he has eluded pursuit, Taoluo stops to rest in a back alley.<K>

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"Kuh......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ْoނƓɁAĂ悤Ȓɂ݂PB<k>

//܂ɐl̂̋@\EC̉^p@́A
//[ȃ_[WƂȂĎgՂށB<k>

//dȂǂ͂̍ł̂BgΌ܂ē𕉂B
//ꂪd̈ꌂ́AŌ̐؂DRłB
//ĝ܂܃TC{[OƑ΂郊XNƎv
//e邵ȂB<k>

//ɍ́wxŎ̃ZLeB|ĂA
//낭<R ALT="傤"></R>ʂ܂܂ɁwdxB
//M̂RłB<k>
  The instant that he relaxes, burning pain explodes in his chest.<K>

  Any <I>qigong</I> technique that forces the body to deviate from its normal functions will necessarily inflict severe damage on the wielder.<K>

  Electromagnetic Discharge is the worst of them all; its use guarantees internal injury. The Lightning Palm is kept in reserve for this very reason, and yet the danger is acceptable when weighed against the risks of fighting a cyborg unaugmented.<K>

  Tonight was especially hard on him. After shorting out Zhang's security with the Thunderburst technique, he used the Lightning Palm with no time in between to restore the proper flow of energy through his meridians - and now he is paying the price for it.<K>


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//܂Ōyŋ삯ĂԁA
//eɕĂcN^KCmChnʂɗĂA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͕ǂɔwač荞񂾁B<k>

//SÂ߂ē𐮂AꂫC𐴐ɂƁA
//₪ē̒ɂ݂͒ނ悤ɒ܂ĂB
//ɂ͗{KvAʂ͒ŏ؂B<k>
  After letting down the child-doll whom he carried all through his
<I>qinggong</I>-powered run, Taoluo immediately sits down with his back to the alley wall.<K>

  Taoluo calms himself and brings his <I>qi</I> under control, restoring his internal harmony. At length, the pain of his internal injuries recedes like the sea at low tide. Although the damage will not fully heal without prolonged rest, breathing control alone will hold him for now.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[苹" face="\" align="left">
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//cl`́A<R ALT="^I["></R>΂̂܂܌ĂA
//ɕĂוoB<k>

//a藎ƂĂA<R ALT="W"></R>̐l`̎B
//鮓]ʂ󂯂̃́A̒Ɏ܂ĂB<k>
  After watching Taoluo in silence for some time, the doll presents to him the item that she has been holding in her hands.<K>

  It is the severed head of Zhang's gynoid, within which resides the biomemory chip that contains transferred soul data.<K>

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<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="\" align="right">
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//uccv<k>
"......Come here."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͗cN^KCmCh񂹂ƁA
//̉ɎPDAoB
//<R ALT="W"></R>̕ł̗ɔAl`ɗaĂ̂B<k>

//wx͎͂̓dqfoCXj󂷂B
//g肪gɂdq@Oł͂ȂB
//dgƂȂ΁ApSKvB<k>
  Taoluo calls the doll to his side and retrieves the PDA that he put in her pocket before calling on Zhang.<K>

  The Thunderburst destroys all electronic devices in the vicinity of the user, including whatever he might have on him at the time. Knowing ahead of time that he would use Electromagnetic Discharge, Taoluo made sure to take the necessary precautions.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uv<k>
"Turn around."<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//]ɁA@BIȓԂl`B
//̎S̗ɉB悤ɂĐ݂ꂽ}`XbgɁA
//PDA̒[qƓ]P[u}B
  The doll obeys, though her movements are as mechanical as ever. Into the multislot hidden behind her ear, Taoluo inserts one end of the PDA's data transfer cable.<K>
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//P[û[́A<R ALT="W"></R>̃KCmCh̃XbgɁB<k>
  The other end goes into the slot on Zhang's gynoid.<K>

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//ڑƓɁA̐񂾂KCmCh̗L@A
//`bN߂un߂B
//ɗcN^̕OhCuFB
//k鐶ƌĉ悤Ɋ؂zB<k>

//菇́w<R ALT="ǂ">q</R>xɋʂAʂ͂ȂB
//ł悢Äň҂\tǂʂB<k>

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//kwŁA<R ALT="^I["></R>PDAɓ]R}h͂B
//PDẢtʂɓ]󋵂CWP[^[EOt
//\B<k>
  As soon as it is connected, the disembodied head begins to blink rapidly as its organic memory comes alive. The child-doll recognizes the external drive at the same time, the muscles of her face twitching slightly in response.<K>

  Taoluo has followed the Profane Scalpel's instructions to the letter. Now, at last, he will know the truth of the mad doctor's words.<K>

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  With trembling fingers, Taoluo executes the transfer routine. A graph indicating the status of the transfer appears on the PDA's screen.<K>

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ȃ_CAOAs̃A[g؂ȂB
//̕ϓNȂf[^]Bcc<k>
  No unusual dialogue or error message appears. There is nothing to mark this as different from any other data transfer, save only......<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccccv<k>
"......Ka......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//܂ň؂̐𔭂ĂȂcN^KCmChA
//sӂɍA瑧R炵B
//\ʂ̂悤Ȗ\AsRȂقǂقJB<k>

//PDẢʏł́A݂ȂẴOt̑тA
//˔@Ƃċ悤ɗxn߂B
//<R ALT="W"></R>Dl`̎񂩂A<R ALT="^I["></R>̎Ql`ցcc
//̃rbgƂ͈قȂghA
//]P[uʉ߂n߂ĂB<k>
  A sound escapes from the child-doll's heretofore unopened lips as, without warning, her expressionless mask falls away and her eyes go alarmingly wide.<K>

  On the screen of the PDA, the graph that should be showing readouts for a perfectly normal transfer suddenly begins to dance crazily. Something is passing through the cable between Zhang's gynoid's head and Taoluo's doll...... something that cannot be measured in mere bits alone.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"Ahhhhhhuuuuuahhhhhh......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ꂽWÎ悤ɁA
//ӖׂȂJԂcN^KCmChB
//Ƌ悤ɐ̕AoȂA
//{ƊዅzB<k>
  Meaningless sounds issue from the doll's throat like static from a broken radio. As though responding to her call, the mouth and eyes of the disembodied head convulse wildly.<K>

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<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="fR" align="right">
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//ƎL΂Ak鐶̊zɐG<R ALT="^I["></R>B
//Z~bNJ[{̓WAƔMттĂB<k>
  Taoluo carefully reaches out to touch the quivering head and finds the ceramic-carbon skull gradually growing hot.<K>

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̕\点̂́AmȂ̂ւ̈ؕ|B<k>

//܂Ȃ<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>cc
//̌ꂽŁAꋉ̓d]ƍ߂B<k>
  His expression hardens as he realizes that he is witnessing something far beyond his understanding.<K>

  This can only be wraith burn. If the police were to find him here, this alone would make him a first-class cyber-criminal.<K>

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//Ƃ̂`@p͂ȂB
//䂦Y@ɂẮA
//̉ۂ̂̂ƍ߂̏؋ƂĔF肷B
//A]ȌłƁA]ʌ̋L^}̂̎RB<k>

//ȈُL@B
//̓ł͂߂ĂB
//f[^zo鐶́A
//łɐGȂقǂ̍ĂB
//̗L@͗nn߂Ă邾낤B<k>

//<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>̌ʂƂāA
//o͑ƂȂhCu͏Cs\ȔjB<k>

//YfA<R ALT="">]f</R>AC}́AɂO͂ȂB
//̂̔]ʎqꂽ́AȂ]ʂ邽тɌ̋L^fBAj󂵂Ă܂B
//]זE͎łAn[hfBXN͗ncc
//ƂƂCs\ȁgh}B<k>
  No legal definition of the "soul" exists. The law therefore considers the phenomenon associated with it - namely, disappearance of the transfer log plus the self-destruction of the original medium - to be evidence of crime in and of itself.<K>

  A foul smell tickles Taoluo's nostrils as the doll's resin hair begins to burn. The head itself is already too hot to touch, which means that the organic memory inside must have started to melt.<K>

  As a result of wraith burn, the source drive invariably suffers irreparable damage.<K>

  Whether the medium is carbon, silicon, or magnetic matters not. For some reason, quantized data from a living brain always destroys whatever it is copied from. Brains decay, hard drives melt...... everything meets a final "death."<K>

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//̃f[^]A
//ǂŕI炷̂H
//̃GlM[AMʂ͂ǂ甭̂H<k>

//]wAd]wA
//╨@̂̂{hԂہB
//ׂĂ͓ɕ܂ꂽ܂܁A𖾂ׂ݂̎ĂȂB<k>

//͍̋֊\ƂSOA
//w̌Ў҂ɂv炢B
//<R ALT="CXo[">ER</R>͌̂֊łAg_̐ۗhƂ傾ŎƂĂ̂łB<k>

//͗Bꖳ̂́B
//𕡐邱Ƃ́Alq𒴂@ɂKB
//̂Ɂcc<k>
  By just what principle can a simple data transfer cause physical destruction? Where in the world does the thermal energy come from?<K>

  This unexplainable phenomenon has shaken the foundations of neuroscience, cybernetics, and even physics itself - yet everything remains shrouded in mystery, for none will attempt to research it.<K>

  Such was the wish of the eminent scholars who feared exposing the forbidden secrets of the soul. All inquiry into wraith burn has been deemed anathema, and even now, scientists are told to accept that it is "divine providence."<K>

  The soul is absolute and inviolate. Duplicating it is prohibited by a law beyond the ken of man.<K>

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//鮓]ʂ̋]҂͔]ɏQB
//̓x́A]ʂꂽʂɔႷB
//<R ALT="W"></R>̎̐l`ƁAc4̂̃KCmCĥ߂ɁA
//Ĉl̏тƂȂB
//ޏ̔]́AזE̍Ŋ̈ЂɎ܂ŉ󎀂ĉʂĂ̂B<k>
  Which is why the subject of a soul copy always suffers brain damage in direct proportion to the amount of information transferred.<K> To grant emotion to Zhang's prized doll and the four others like her, one girl was sacrificed, every last one of her brain cells utterly destroyed in the process.<K>

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucćccccccv<k>
"Ka......ha......ku......ah......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//CGꂽ悤ɃtbJ[𑱂PDẢʁB
//l`ׂ͉̍̂̊OꂽmCYA
//̘rɕꂽ́̕AƉY킹͂߂B<k>
  The PDA continues to flicker like an insane light show, strange noises still issuing from the doll's narrow vocal cords as the head cradled in her arms begins to give off smoke.<K>

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<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="fR" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ǂقǂ̎o낤B
//<R ALT="^I["></R>ӎA͒ZԂȂB<k>
  How much time has passed?
  Whatever the answer, it might have seemed far longer to Taoluo.<K>

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//͂Ɛl`ڂA𔭂Ă𚁂ށB<k>

//PDAɖڂƁAʂ͂̊Ԃɂɖ߂A
//Ȃ̂悤ɓ]Ĩ_CAO\ĂB<k>
  The doll suddenly closes her eyes and ceases her ululations.<K>

  Looking at the PDA, Taoluo discovers that the screen has returned to normal and is displaying "Transfer Complete" as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened.<K>

<se src="SE_P[u" mode="on" option="single">
//΂SOA<R ALT="^I["></R>͓]P[uXbg甲B
//C𗧂Ă鐶́Anʂɗ邪܂܂Ɏ̂ĒuB<k>
  After some hesitation, Taoluo disconnects the data cable.<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ȌɎ悹āAƗhƁcc
//l`͔݂߂悤ɖڂJB<k>
  Leaving the steaming head on the ground where it fell, he rests his hands on the child-doll's slender shoulders and gently shakes her.<K>
  The doll opens her eyes as though awakening from a dream.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="lтD΂" align="left">
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//B
//<R ALT=""></R>ƌԂl`̎́A^<R ALT="^I["></R>̊ɁB
//ꂩœ_<R ALT="^I["></R>̊Ŝ𑨂A
//ނ̎肪̗̂ɏĂLlA
//f悤Ɍ݂ɒ߂B<k>

//J̒Aœ_̒܂ȂɕY킹ĂA
//͂͂ƈӖ̂鋓[ĂB<k>
  Their eyes meet.<K>
  The doll matches Taoluo stare for stare, her gaze unwavering, then pulls back to get a look at his entire face before looking with some confusion at his hands on her shoulders.<K>

  Before she had stared blankly through the rain, eyes unfocused, but now there is clear meaning in the movement of her gaze.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="fR" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂ͌tȂB
//<R ALT="W"></R>̕Ől`ƂAmɊCzƓ́B<k>

//p`Ȃǖł͂ȂB{ɑ؂ȑ́cc
//ق̂킸ȋCzŁAB<k>

//<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂ͗łB
//̐ɓlƂȂ؂ɁA񂾖̍B<k>

//ȂAΊȂAႦ悤̂Ȃcc
//͔ޏ̊፷B<k>
  Taoluo is speechless, for he feels in her that which he felt when he first laid eyes upon Zhang's gynoid.<K>

  Appearances matter not. If someone is truly important to you...... then the tiniest part of them is enough.<K>

  Thus Taoluo is able to recognize the soul of his beloved sister, more precious to him than anything in the world.<K>

  Her voice and smile are absent, but there is no doubt in his mind......<K>
  Those eyes are hers.<K>

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<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="fQ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u<R ALT="C["></R>ccv<k>
"Ruili......"<K>

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//̖ɖ̑z߂ČĂԁB
//܂͒xĂĂB<k>
  He calls her name, overwhelmed by emotion, and at last the tears come.<K>

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="\" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccv<k>
"......"<K>

<BOX TYPE=0>
//EĜԚL<R ALT="^I["></R>A
//cl`͍f߂፷ŌĂB<k>
  As Taoluo mourns in silence, the little doll looks on with puzzled gaze.<K>

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