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//̈֎qɍ点̊ɁA
//<R ALT="EEBV">Đ</R>͑l߂ă[LbvuV̕M߂ÂB<k>
  Holding his breath, Ng Wing Shing inches his makeup brush closer to the face of the girl sitting across from him.

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//<R ALT="܂"></R>AYقɕ\𕨌ACCB
//ɕMɂ́A_WȂB
//]vȂƂl]T͂Ȃcc<k>
  Eyeliner is more important to forming an eloquent expression than eyelashes or even eyebrows. Absolute concentration is needed when applying the brush. Ng cannot afford superfluous thoughts.

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//gcch<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ɂS炸A}Ȃw̐kB<k>
  And yet, he cannot suppress the trembling of his fingers.

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//g܂h
//ĝƂHh<k>

//gA͕̎ĂāA
//ocƖɗłh<k>
"It's still too soon."

"What do you mean?"

"Forget about the schemers. I'm counting on you to manage this business."

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//uccv<k>
"......Damn!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//XɐłāA<R ALT=""></R>̓pbgƃACCuVɒuB<k>
  Ng curses and sets his palette and brush on the table next to him.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uB蒼Byg[VJv<k>
"Enough! We're starting over, Petrouchka."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="styg[VJ" face="\" align="left">
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//՗Ȏ̌tɁA
//yg[VJƌĂ΂ꂽKCmCh͐_ȎŊ@A
//ꎞԂقǂ[Lbv𗎂ƂB<k>
  Responding to her master's frustrated command, the gynoid called Petrouchka obediently wipes her face with her hands, rubbing off the makeup that took almost an hour to apply.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
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//g˂cc<R ALT="E"></R>̓zA
//lĂHh<k>
(I don't get it...... What the hell is Liu thinking?)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="CEeBGG">V</R>EĞˎ̍DA
//wɌꂽ<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂ̍߂킹Bꋓ̖ĂB<k>

//̂߂<R ALT=""></R>͈ꔧEŁA
//ʂ܂܂ƞˎẺ<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>ɒĂB<k>

//<R ALT="E"></R><R ALT="`FbNCg">l߂̈</R>SOB
//ܞˎ̎`΁A
//w̖ڂ̂ƛ<R ALT="R">E</R>𖕎EłƂ̂ɁB<k>
  The plan was to kill Li Tianyuan, usurp the position of <I>zhaizhu</I>, and blame it all on Kong, who had come back for revenge. It was genius, a perfect example of killing two birds with one stone.

  Ng bought into the plan wholesale and used his skills to pin the
<I>zhaizhu</I>'s death on Kong Taoluo, yet now Liu is hesitating to deliver the final blow. If they announce the <I>zhaizhu</I>'s death now, they could use the Society to annihilate Kong under the pretext of retribution.

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//gʎqccƁHh<k>

//gӂȂ<R ALT="E"></R>cc
//񂽁AYƂ
//Ԗȓz낤h<k>
(Reputation?)

(Like hell, Liu. No one cares less about that shit than you.)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="E"></R>AߍވȏA
//<R ALT=""></R>C𝆂񂾂ƂŚ͂ȂB
//Al邾ʂB<k>
  As long as Liu insists on concealing his hand, no amount of worrying by Ng will change anything. 

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//邱́̕AȔς킵XS邽߂
//݂̂Ƃ̂Ɂcc
//ȑOȂQHYđł߂yɁA
//<R ALT=""></R>͖vȂB<k>

//KCmCh𐫗~uƂĂȂiȎ荇Ƃ͈ႢA
//<R ALT=""></R>̓I[rXNDƂ̗ށA
//^̎lƂẴh[t[NB
//{Eh[}CX^[̂ɂȂ̃fUCH[A
//Ƃ͎В̉瑱xêB<k>

//ẴnbJ[ƂĖ炷荇̑Tł悤ɁA
//<R ALT=""></R>܂|pƔ̔ӎ̎傾B<k>

//ނ́A
//Ȃ`FXQ[̔@lbgƍ߂̋ZI̔włȂA
//fW^ŖaグꂽzԂɂ͂ȂA
//wŊmȊGƂ̂߂ĂB<k>

//<R ALT=""></R><R ALT="Ԃイ"></R>Ԃ߂̂A
//KCmCh̃JX^}CYłB
//kȎRA
//ʂقǊSɖ͕킵Ă̂郁JgjNX̍\́A
//<R ALT=""></R>̎wƐR܂Ď~܂ȂB<k>

//ہAwԗŁx̓ŐԂ𑛂ĂA
//<R ALT=""></R>͕\ҋƂƂăKCmChfUCi[̊ŔĂB<k>

//<R ALT=""></R>ɂƂāA<R ALT="E"></R>瑡ꂽC`iƂߋ
//ō̃v[gƌĂB
//̌oϓIA헪IՂƂӖƂ͂܂ʂɁA
//܂ŌlIȎ̗̈łA
//<R ALT=""></R>͗^ꂽE𑶕Ɋ\ĂB<k>

//sRȂA肽B
//ꂪAȌ`ŋ邱ƂɂȂ낤Ƃ́B<k>
  He built this room to have a retreat from precisely this sort of anxiety, but even the hobby that has superseded food and sleep in the past cannot hold Ng's attention tonight.

  Unlike the barbarians who see gynoids as mere sex toys, Ng is a truly high-class doll freak in the style of the old bisque doll collectors. This design studio, enough to rival that of any doll meister, was remodeled out of the president's personal lounge.

  As can be said about many of the most infamous hackers, Ng possesses an artist's aesthetic sensibility.

  He, however, is not satisfied with the elegance of a netcrime carried out like a masterful chess game. He desires the distinct feel of beauty at his fingertips, a sensation that no virtual reality woven from bits and bytes can provide.

  He has found relief from his ennui in the customization of gynoids. The beauty of machines designed to flawlessly emulate nature's most precious and intricate works never fails to please his probing fingers and artist's eye.

  In fact, even when Ng was known and feared as the All-Consuming Poison, he ran a side business as a gynoid designer.

  It is no exaggeration, therefore, to say that control of Shanghai Cybernetics was the greatest present Liu could have given him. Apart from being the Society's financial and strategic foundation, this enormous toy has allowed Ng to pursue his personal hobby with unprecedented freedom.

  His life is perfect, devoid of want.<K>
  To think that now it would be threatened like this......

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//<R ALT="W"></R>ɑ<R ALT="`E"></R>Ƃ̔zPĂA͂5B
//ˑRA<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>̍s͝ƂĒmȂB<k>

//ɑ_̂ƉĂ͂ĂA
//{đ΍uȂȏA
//̐g͎Ō邵ȂB
//ǁA<R ALT=""></R>͌Ȃ̋ƂC`i{Ѓr
//ݏoɖ𑗂ĂB<k>

//ŃeXg̔ƍs\sAx̐͑啝ɋB
//VXeꂽhqɓSǂ̓񕶎͗L蓾ȂB
//Ki݂B
//͑łȂ<R ALT=""></R>gA
//đ̓d]ƍߎ҂ɕ򂶂ĂSłB<k>

//<R ALT="E"></R><R ALT="r">k</R>́AƂȂΎO̕|𗊂݂ɂĎɗՂނ肩ȂA|҂łȂ<R ALT=""></R>ɂ̑I͂ȂB
//PėmʈÎE҂̋ЂɁAkđ҂肪Ȃ̂B<k>
  It has already been five days since Zhu and her underlings followed Zhang to hell, yet there remains no clue as to the whereabouts of the assassin Kong Taoluo.

  Even though Ng knows he could be the next target, as long as the Society refuses to take serious measures against Kong, he has no choice but to protect himself. As a result, he has not set foot outside his fortress, the Shanghai Cybernetics headquarters building, in days.

  Using a fabricated terrorist threat as pretense, Ng has drastically enhanced the building's security readiness. No defense system is foolproof, however. There is always a backdoor somewhere, as Ng himself proved time and again during his career as a first-class cyber-criminal.

  Liu and Bin might be counting on their individual martial skills to save them if it comes down to a fight, but Ng does not have that option. He can only sit trembling in his office, waiting for an attack that could come at any moment.

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//ꗧ_oȂh邩̂悤ɁA
//鏑̃R[苿B<k>
  <se src="SE_01_PDA03" mode="on" option="single">The intercom on his desk suddenly rings, as though to aggravate his already frayed nerves.

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<se src="SE_01_PDA03" mode="off" option="single">
//ucc!?v<k>
"......What is it!?" Ng shouts into the intercom with undisguised frustration.

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//<R ALT=""></R>̕ɂԂ́A
//Зp̗ނ͈؎莟ʂ悤ĎO܂߂ĂB
//՗B<R ALT=""></R>̉ɁAk鏑̐B<k>
  He has made it abundantly clear that his time in this room is not to be disturbed for any company business. His secretary's reply is timid.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//wꂪcc
//<R ALT="rEC\">k̐M</R>茭̕Ȃ̂łccx<k>
"Um...... Sir, you have messengers from Mr. Bin Weixin."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="\" align="right">
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//uccv<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//_񂪂݂̗qƂȂ΁A
//<R ALT=""></R>̂Ēu킯ɂ͂ȂB<k>
  Even Ng cannot simply turn away visitors from the Qingyun Society.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u낤Bʂv<k>
"Alright, send them in."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ȂƂA<R ALT="E"></R>Ɣ閧L闧ɂ<R ALT=""></R>ɂƂẮA
//̐lԂƂ͂Ȃׂ킳ɂB
//Ƃ킯<R ALT="r">k</R>̎̎҂ƂȂΏXB<k>
  In truth, considering the secret he shares with Liu, Ng would like to avoid contact with Society members as much as possible. Especially if they are affiliated with Bin.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//g<R ALT="E"></R>`^Ă邹ŁA
//<R ALT="r">k</R>̓z܂œo₪cch<k>
(Thanks to Liu screwing around, even Bin's starting to move now......)

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//₪čH[ւƌꂽ̂́A
//ʂ̂悤ȗeplg̃TC{[OB<k>
  The visitors who soon enter his workshop are a pair of cyborgs who could be mirror images of each other.

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//uZ킩ccv<k>
"The Yuen brothers......"

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<bustup name="st푫" face="\" align="right">
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//u<R ALT="vイ܂">vイ܂</R>B<R ALT=""></R>v<k>
"It has been some time, Officer Ng."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Z<R ALT="EJ[C">Ɖp</R>A<R ALT="E\[C">p</R>B킹āwoẍٖŋĂoq̃TC{[OłB
//ł̒mꂽg肾B<k>
  Yuen Ka Ying the elder brother and Yuen Sheung Ying the younger - together, these cyborg twins are known and respected throughout the Society as the Twin Yuen Heroes.

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//uOA
//`Ȃ񂼖߂悤ɂȂ񂾁Hv<k>
"When did you two become message boys?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stZʏ푫" face="\" align="left">
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//uہAlȍł͂܂ʁv<k>
"I am afraid that this is not a simple errand."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st푫" face="\" align="right">
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//uZA<R ALT="r">k</R>؂̉m󂯁A<R ALT=""></R>̐gӂ肷ׂyQv<k>
"By order of Advisor Bin, we brothers have come with all haste to protect the life of Officer Ng."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="\" align="left">
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//uAHv<k>
"Protect me!?" Ng's voice is shrill with frustration and anxiety.

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Əł̑΂՗A<R ALT=""></R>̐𗠕Ԃ点B<k>

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st푫" face="\" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//us̛@<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>A
//_񍁎̂XĂ܂v<k>
"The traitor Kong Taoluo has turned his villainous fangs upon the officers of the Qingyun Society."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stZʏ푫" face="\" align="left">
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//ug͑ւȂ̗vȂ΁A
//pSɂd˂pSv<k>
"As your honorable personage is essential to the Society, no level of caution is too great."

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//uccv<k>
"Keh!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="r">k</R>͓̓̕ǂ߂ĂB
//qȂǂƖڂ𗧂ĂȂA
//̎<R ALT=""></R>̎ӂɖڂ点SZB
//<R ALT="E"></R>ɕsRn߂<R ALT="r">k</R>ł΁A
//^<R ALT="E"></R>ƌq肻<R ALT=""></R>̓悤Ƃ邾낤B<k>
  Ng sees Bin's game. Under the guise of protection, Bin intends to keep a close eye on his actions. Ng is the most likely person to be in collusion with Liu. Now that Bin has begun to suspect Liu, it makes sense that he would want to restrict Ng's movements.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//gk˂A{B
//ll̎Őyōr炻Ă̂h<k>
(Not cool, dammit! You trying to move in on my territory!?)

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stZʏ푫" face="\" align="left">
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//u{艽ȂƂ
//Ē܂́Aǂccv<k>
"Starting today, we will humbly accompany you wherever you go. Please forgive......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="j" align="right">
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//umĂȂBv<k>
"Man, you fighters sure act tough, don't you?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st푫" face="ւ̂" align="left">
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//úccv<k>
"Beg pardon......"

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//<R ALT="r">k</R>̎邱ƂȂA
//̌Z̔XقǂɊi܂A
//Ƃ킯<R ALT=""></R>ᛂɏB<k>
  As if Bin's vigilance were not bad enough, the laughable formality of the brothers' speech only serves to further stoke Ng's indignation.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uO̕M@łA
//zɂ͂܂܂ƃu`EꂽĂ̂ɂccv<k>
"Even your boss the Demon Empress got herself killed by Kong."

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//ůɋyŃTColOƂ̊F́A
//ĝ𒣂ĉĉĂB
//Lė܂oˁv<k>
"And now you cyber-warriors say you're gonna protect me with your lives? Well, shit! I'm so happy I could cry!"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stZʏ푫" face="ւ̂" align="left">
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//uccv<k>
"......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//炳܂<R ALT=""></R>̔l|Ao͔B<k>
  Despite Ng's blatant contempt for them, the Heroes remain stone-faced throughout his diatribe.

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<bustup name="st" face="\" align="right">
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//um̌qȂ񂼓Ăɂ邩B
//؍؎܂肪܂ŁA
//͂̃ro͂˂v<k>

//uO̐bɂ͂Ȃ˂v<k>
"No way I'm depending on your kung fu for protection. Until this all blows over, I'm not setting foot outside this building."

"I don't need or want your damn help."

<bustup name="stZʏ푫" face="ւ̂" align="left">
<bustup name="st푫" face="ւ̂" align="right">
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//u<R ALT="ł">ł</R>v<k>
"But......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="j" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uĂĂāB
//KĽ˂Ă񂾂Hv<k>

//uAƌ
//͂łƈ񂶂A
//؂܂Ɏꂿ܂ȁv<k>
"I get it, I get it! You're here on official orders, right?"

"If you leave just because I told you to, His Excellency the Advisor will give you shit for it, won't he?"

<bustup name="st" face="\" align="right">
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//uxۂɎГ̒ʍs؂𔭍s邩ɍsBxA2܂ł͏o͎Rv<k>

//uƖWQ炩瑦r@oBƉ̖ڂɂꏊɂႵoėȁv<k>
"I'll tell security to issue you passes, so go get them. You can have full access up to Level A2."

"But if you get in the way of people doing their jobs, I'm kicking you right out on your asses! Also, stay the hell out of my sight."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stZʏ푫" face="ւ̂" align="left">
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//uccv<k>
"......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="j" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ǔx͖SB
//OȂ񂼂C𝆂ނ܂ł˂B
//JtFEWŖłĂȁv<k>
"The security here is perfect. You've got nothing to worry about, so just go chill in the cafeteria or something."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st푫" face="ւ̂" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//ucćBmv܂v<k>
"......As you command."

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//<R ALT=""></R>̗\zɔāAo͖ɂ炵܂B
//ӒnʂʂƂ݂ƁAĂ<R ALT="">k</R><R ALT=""></R>hȂ悤<R ALT="r">k</R>
//܂߂Ă̂낤B<k>
  Ng is surprised by the uncharacteristic ease with which the Heroes back down. Judging by their tractability, perhaps they were ordered by Bin not to antagonize him needlessly.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//gǂ̒T荇cc
//܂A悭܂ŖǌC
//񂵂Ăꂽ񂾁h<k>
(Everyone's trying to get one leg up on each other...... Damn, how did one stray dog cause all this trouble?)

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//[ߑāA
//<R ALT=""></R>͖ڂ̑Oɒl`Ayg[VJɒӂ߂B<k>
  With a deep sigh, Ng turns his attention back to the doll, Petrouchka, sitting in front of him.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="styg[VJ" face="\" align="left">
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//ނ̃RNV̒łƂ킯AłMdȃKCmChB
//ӏÂ炵{fB̋@\́A<R ALT=""></R>̍ōƌĂB<k>
  This is the most precious gynoid in his collection, representing the largest investment of time. There is no question that its elaborately fashioned body is Ng's greatest masterpiece.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="j" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u񂾂ȁBǑZḾv<k>
"Your brother sure is a pain in the ass."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="styg[VJ" face="\" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccHv<k>
"......?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ӖsȖ₢ɏXyg[VJB
//̂肰ȂfpȎd́A
//G~[gȂł͂̕@ɂƂoȂB<k>

//ȑO<R ALT=""></R>́Al`̂̎́gZhɂĂ͔ےIB
//̃rXNh[DƂłނ猩΁A
//킴킴KCmChɊXNvgȂǑgݍ
//lԂ̐^Ȃǖ̋ɂ݂łB
//܂Ė{̐lԂ獰鮂]ʂȂǋ̍B<k>

//l`͐l`̂܂܂łB
//Gi̊̃RbyÁÂ܂܂Ŕ̂B<k>

//́wqx́gihɐGāA
//<R ALT=""></R>͂Ȏ_߂CɂȂĂB
//<R ALT=""></R>ɂĂ݂<R ALT="E"></R>̐ɕtƂ̗sC
//߂ȂALĂ݂ƁA͂ł܂B<k>

//ƌĂeʂ20%ɋyԑʂ̍鮃\[XA
//́wqx肸]ʂKCmChB
//̗L@ɂ͒ltȂقǂ̉lB
//JɈ@KCmChƂ͊iႤ̂Rł낤B<k>

//ӖłA
//yg[VJ<R ALT=""></R>̃RN^[_ɑiiƂB<k>
  Petrouchka inclines her head quizzically, unable to understand Ng's words. The simple, natural motion possesses none of the offensive insincerity of emulated behavior.

  In the past, Ng was vehemently opposed to such "performances." To a genuine doll-lover like him, using emotional scripts to make gynoids mimic human behavior was the height of inelegance, and worse yet was the abominable practice of copying actual souls.

  A doll should stay a doll, just as the enamel eyes of Coppelia were beautiful for their own sake.

  When he laid hands on this "creation" of the Profane Scalpel, however, he became inclined to rethink his position. To Ng, the rape and soul transfer had been nothing more than an insane plan of Liu's that he just happened to go along with, but once he received his prize he found it more appetizing than expected.

  After all, not only does the gynoid contain a whole twenty percent of the source's soul, it was even transferred by the infamous Profane Scalpel himself. Such a doll is priceless. Needless to say, it puts to shame the illegal gynoids so common in the marketplace.

  In that sense, Petrouchka is irresistible to a true collector like Ng.

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//u炨Oɂ́AƂĂ
//ԕɗĂ炤Ȃv<k>
"Who knows? There might be a special stage waiting for you yet."

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//uccHv<k>
"......?"

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//<R ALT="REC[">E</R>̔]獰鮓]ʂꂽKCmChɑ΂āA
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̉S͖ώ̈ɒBĂB<k>
  Kong's interest in the gynoids that contain fragments of his sister has reached the level of total obsession.

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//gz̑_́A͂cch<k>
(His aim has to be......)

<BOX TYPE=0>
//A<R ALT="R">E</R>炪<R ALT=""></R>̑Oɗ͂邱ƂɂȂƂ́cc
//邢͂At錄ɂȂ邩ȂB<k>
  If Kong himself somehow makes it up here to face Ng...... perhaps that fixation will work to Ng's advantage.

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//uZҁccv<k>
"Brother......"

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<bustup name="stZʏ푫" face="ւ̂" align="left">
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//uȁB
//@<R ALT="`E"></R>ǂ̂soƂȏA
//Oƌmق͂Ȃv<k>

//uЉɗ܂ꂽłǂƂ˂΁B
//͉Ȃɏo`
//̍Ԃ蔲̂݁v<k>
"Don't say it. With Demon Empress Zhu fallen, we <I>waijia</I> warriors have no right to our pride."

"We must be satisfied with being allowed to stay in the building. All we can do now is protect this fortress to the best of our ability."

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//<R ALT=""></R>̚}ɓS₩Ȃʂ̂ĔEтȂA
//Z͜Rƕ݂i߂B<k>
  The brothers walk dejectedly down the hallway, enduring their considerable anger at Ng's mockery.

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//u<R ALT=""></R>傪𓮂ʂ̂ł΁A
//<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>͕K荞łB
//źAjv<k>
"If Officer Ng chooses to remain here, Kong Taoluo will surely come for him. He is that sort of man."

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<bustup name="st푫" face="ւ̂" align="right">
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//u<R ALT="R">E</R>ƁAɖ邩ccv<k>
"So finally we will cross blades with Kong......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̌ZAOƌmɂȂA
//ƋCh<R ALT="^I["></R>ƂFłȂDłB
//̌ɋ`Ž_킹΁AḧႢȂǍRcc
//Ă͎ނ݌킵ȂAɈӋĈB<k>
  These brothers are true gentlemen, two of the mere handful of <I>waijia</I> warriors who were friendly with Taoluo, a <I>neijia qigong</I> practitioner.

  They believed that differences in style were of little consequence between men who had exchanged oaths of brotherhood, and in Taoluo they found a like-minded soul with whom they had shared many a cup of wine.

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//uɉʁBꂾ<R ALT="܂炨">vrj</R>A
//vĎzlȏsccv<k>
"I still don't understand what could drive so noble a warrior to such perfidy......"

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//uAv<k>

//uZ҂͕ĂʂH@̈ꌏA
//<R ALT="R">E</R>ɂƂĂ͖̋wƂ\v<k>
"Ah, about that."

"Haven't you heard, brother? There's a rumor that this is all Kong's revenge for his sister."

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//uccőȂƂłȂB
//tȂv<k>
"......Watch your tongue. That rumor has no foundation."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//tł<R ALT="\[C">p</R>߂ȂA
//<R ALT="J[C">Ɖp</R>̕\܂꒎݂Ԃ悤ɏaB
//ZvƂ܂ƕςȂB<k>
  Even as he scolds Sheung Ying, the bitter frown on Ka Ying's face belies his words.

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//@<R ALT="\[C">p</R>́AĐ𑱂B<k>
  Sensing that Ka Ying's thoughts are the same as his, Sheung Ying chooses to press the issue.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uZ҂ł낤H
//<R ALT=""></R>ǂ̘̂AĂKCmChA
//͐qȐl`̋[ł͂Ȃv<k>

//uz̖A<R ALT="E"></R>ˎ嗦鍁Y}
//l`̂߂ɋꂽƂbA
//{Ƃ΁ccv<k>
"You saw Master Ng's gynoid, didn't you? That wasn't the behavior of a normal doll."

"If it's true that Kong's sister was used to make gynoids for Liu <I>fu-zhaizhu</I> and his lieutenants......"

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//uȁv<k>
"Enough."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//x<R ALT="J[C">Ɖp</R>͒fł鐺ňꊅB<k>
  This time, Ka Ying's sharp tone brooks no argument.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u<R ALT="R">E</R>ɕw̋`Ƃ̂ł΁A
//Ȃɋ؂̒ʂ悤낤v<k>

//uȂ̂ɂz͌qחĂłȂA
//T̔@߂΂v<k>

//uȎdVɂA
//ܖ炩Ȃ̂<R ALT="R">E</R>̙̂݁B
//EE̕s`s͌߂ʁv<k>
"If Kong has the right to vengeance, there are legitimate ways to pursue it."

"Yet he has made no claim of grievance, only sought blood like a starving wolf."

"Whatever the truth may be, all that we know for certain now are Kong's sins. We cannot forgive the disloyalty he has shown in killing his comrades."

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//uށccv<k>
"Hm......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
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//uƂ<R ALT="\[C">p</R>AʂAˎ傪
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̐nɂ΍KƂ܂ŌHv<k>
"Or what, Sheung Ying? Are you saying that the <I>fu-zhaizhu</I> should perish by Kong's blade?"

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//uccnȁB͉ccv<k>
"......Of course not. I would never......"

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//ułv<k>
"Keep it that way."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ɔے肵ւƁA<R ALT="J[C">Ɖp</R>͊܂݂߂ďdXB<k>
  Ka Ying answers his brother's quick denial with a grave, meaningful nod.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uƂĂȁAߍ̋Sl̐ꉡԂ
//ڂɗ]B<R ALT="C"></R>ˎ<R ALT=""></R>
//ɂł<R ALT="">ޓz</R>̎lɍsv<k>
"I, too, can hardly bear the Demon-Eyed Adonis's tyranny of late. If Li <I>zhaizhu</I> commanded, I would go take his head this very moment."

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//uZҁccv<k>
"Brother......"

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//uǐńA
//Ƃ<R ALT="ǂ">v`</R>Ɍ̂ł낤ƁA
//<R ALT=""></R>`ď߂<R ALT="イ">n</R>ƂȂv<k>

//uiU肩<R ALT="񂩂">a@</R>̖ڂ
//Ȃ΁ANȂǐƂ͂v<k>
"However, even the blade that slays the unjust is only righteous when backed by true judgment."

"If one could claim justice with the sword alone, no one would ever debate virtue."

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//uccށv<k>
"......I know."

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//uߖYȁB
//͋`Ž_Ō΂ꂽ<R ALT="Ƃ">y</R>B
//<R ALT=""></R>ʂ쌢̌QƂ͈Ⴄ̂v<k>

//u܂˂m炵߂邽߂ɂA
//<R ALT="R">E</R>̓z߂͎a˂΂Ȃv<k>
"Do not forget that we are all members of the Society, bound by the oath of brotherhood. This is not a pack of wolves where the strongest and most ruthless rule."

"In order to make our righteousness known, we must slay Kong."

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//uccCdȁv<k>
"......I do not like it."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uށccv<k>
"Nor do I......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//˂l߂Αő́Ä_ɋÂłB<k>
  In the end, it is these words that the Twin Heroes find best sum up their thoughts.

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//ł̒ȀL̗߂CAقɓbłB
//̎~܂悤Ȓق̒cc
//₨Îĵ́Ad˂点a肾B<k>
  The darkness is silent and still, as though unaffected by the flow of time, and the air is thick with the smell of dust. At length, the tranquility is shattered by the rumble of a heavy gate sliding open.

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//d̏LCs񂾉͂̕ƁAԋ߂ɍTWtA
//i炭Ă̋ԂɗꍞށB
//ׂJꂽ̊ÓA
//Y]ɗՂޓsEДJ̊ݕǂB<k>
  The faint light of dawn trickles into the long-sealed warehouse, and with it comes a breeze from Huangpu River, redolent of oil and rust. Beyond the barely-open loading dock lie the wharves of Shaoning, on the south bank of the river.

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//ꍞފOC<R ALT="͂">a</R>Ě̕x锖łA
//Ƀ}OCǧÎ^ɐ؂􂭁B<k>
  A glaring beam of light slices through the gloom, illuminating clouds of dust that have been stirred up by the sudden influx of outside air.

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//ułAZMBɋCāv<k>
"This way, bro. Watch your step."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Eɑ́AӂB
//Cǧ͈ł̒YA
//qɂ̉̕ǍۂŎ~܂B<k>
  Two pairs of footsteps follow the hushed voice into the warehouse. After some time spent wandering in the darkness, the source of the light reaches the far wall and stops.

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//uccHv<k>
"......Is this it?"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Őg̏ؔ܂A
//hV[g킹Đ񂵂ĂB
//xȂ؂̑ʂɎGȂA
//Ⴍ₤̂́wdx<R ALT="RE^I[">E</R>̐B<k>
  Five wooden boxes are standing in a row, each taller than him and covered by waterproof sheeting. As he touches the unmarked face of one box, the Lightning Palm, Kong Taoluo, questions his companion in a low voice.

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//u^̐VÕiłA
//}W̌Rpłv<k>

//uEeƂt̂܂ܑĂ܂B
//푈Ăn߂܂v<k>
"They're old models, unused, but still serious military hardware."

"They come fully equipped with weapons and ammo. You could start a war with these things."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//⓾ӂɚē̎҂́Aʍ\΂͈[̈}A΂<R ALT="^I["></R>M፷ɂ͏pȈ،h̔OĎB<k>

//<R ALT="ENE@C">͈</R>B_ɑ閖[̍\B
//i͌̔񉮂̐^ŌЌ𗽂łOA
//ɂ͐_̎g𖱂߂邱ƂB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̋𖱂߂ĂA
//xAvƂĎgƂB<k>
  Taoluo's young guide describes the contents with pride. Although he certainly looks like a common hoodlum, there is sincere respect and awe in the way he keeps glancing at Taoluo.

  The youth is Ran Liwei, a low-level member of the Qingyun Society. He normally earns a meager living as a peddler and information broker, but sometimes is also called upon to run errands for the Society. When Taoluo was the Society's assassin, he used Ran as his contact any number of times.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//ulR̊i[ɂɖĂ̐ViłĂˁBłޏザAϗpN𒴂ߔpAĂ킯łv<k>

//uƂ͐ԍłāAĂAtJɓ]΁ccR̂̕`iA҂ɂȂ킯łv<k>
"They're good as new. Never done anything but collect dust in a PLA hangar. On paper, they were disposed of after exceeding their service life."

"All that's left is to reprint the serial numbers, then we can sell them off in South America or Africa."

"It's a good way to make some quick cash, both for the PLA brass and for Shanghai Cybernetics."

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//ul݂̉ɎôH@<R ALT=""></R>v<k>
"You've gotten involved with the illegal sale of government property, Ran?"

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//u͂̑qɂɉB܂܁A
//3͐QĂ蔤ȂłB
//Ăb͒NCt₵܂āv<k>

//uƂ͂ꂩA\tg̗ނǁccv<k>
"These are supposed to stay hidden in this warehouse for another three months. No one'll notice if they disappear for a while."

"Oh, and here's the software you asked for......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT=""></R>̓Wo[̉܂āA
//񖇂̃J[hoB<k>
  Ran reaches into his pocket and pulls out two memory cards.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uXXgB[O<R ALT="C^[Zvg">荞</R>LZ[BCXg[SVȂAǂ낤ƍDɔщ܂v<k>

//uƃRCcccA΂ɓ̂㕨łˁv<k>
"This one's the intercept canceller for thrust vehicles," he says, handing Taoluo one of the cards. "If you install it in an SV, you'll be able to fly wherever you want."

"And this one...... This was the hardest thing of all to get."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT=""></R>͂ꖇA
//Ԃe[vŃ}[LOꂽJ[h<R ALT="^I["></R>ɓnB<k>
  Ran gives Taoluo the second card, this one marked with red tape.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uނ<R ALT=""></R>̑g񂾁wԗŁxłB
//lbgŖ쐶ĎȐizA
//ɉ̃_`CgĂ܂v<k>

//uŏ̖̋͂hvOłǁAhǂꂽr[ɎEl[ɉdg݂łv<k>

//un[h͕Iɉ󂷂ȂȂŁACĈĉˁv<k>
"It's Ng's old All-Consuming Poison. My buddy took the self-evolving one that went on a rampage through the net and rewrote it."

"It behaves as a standard firewall at first, but as soon as the protection is breached it morphs into a killer worm."

"Any hardware that gets infected'll have to be physically destroyed, so please be careful with it."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//El[EvOcc
//lbg[NyA̗p҂̑唼Cvg_o[q_CNgC^[tFCXgp鍡AssUɉĂ͂ĂBCɑЗ͂𔭊B<k>

//̑ʎEC͂邩ɈŁA
//nIȐ؎󂯂Ȃ_A
//WI𜓈ӓIɑIʂči荞ނƂ\ȓ_ȂǁA
//Ƃ킯eXgɂƂĂ͗zƂUiB<k>
  A killer worm...... With the internet ubiquitous and the majority of users now using interfaces that link directly to implanted brain-terminals, such programs pose no less a threat to major cities than the devastating chemical and biological weapons of the previous age.

  Not only are they far less expensive than old weapons of mass destruction, they ignore all terrain restrictions and can be targeted however you please. For terrorists, especially, they are the ideal weapon.

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//u܂ȁA<R ALT=""></R>BFXƋJv<k>
"Thanks, Ran. Sorry to put you though all this."

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<bustup name="st" face="΂" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uȂɂ̒xApłāv<k>
"Hey, don't mention it. Anything for you."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//yɏ΂ĂA<R ALT=""></R>͂₨\_ɉ߂B<k>
  Ran chuckles lightly, then gradually shifts to a more serious expression.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uŁA悢cc
//ďołHv<k>
"Now that you've got all this...... you're finally gonna do it, right?"

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//uccHv<k>
"......Do what?"

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//u<R ALT="E"></R>̈hׂł傤Hv<k>

//uZMCɖ߂āA<R ALT="E"></R>̎芪ubEĉĂĕāAAςȂĎvłv<k>
"Take down Liu and his henchmen, of course."

"When I heard you'd come back to Shanghai and were going around killing Liu's men, I knew the time was coming."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccOmׂƂȂv<k>
"......It doesn't concern you."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="{Q" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="^I["></R>\łŁA<R ALT=""></R>͂܂܂ɔM߂B<k>
  As Taoluo grows ever more stone-faced, Ran's voice only mounts in passion.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//u떂ȂĂłB
//ċC͓v<k>

//uS̃EˎɂȂĂA_͖ŒꒃłB퓬TC{[O΂肪
//̂΂ĊO̘Ałv<k>
"You don't have to lie to me! We feel the same way as you."

"Ever since that Demon-Eyed bastard became the <I>fu-zhaizhu</I>, the Qingyun Society's been a total mess."

"Now it's nothing but combat cyborgs tearing shit up and acting like they own the place."

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

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="{" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//u<R ALT="C"></R>ˎ͕aCɂȂ蓮˂āA
//͋S̍DłB
//ŋ߂͞ˎɂڒʂ芐zȂv<k>

//uccЂƂA<R ALT="C"></R>ˎ
//˂񂶂˂ĉ\A܂v<k>

//u݂ȉ䖝̌EȂ񂾁B
//ZMAǂ`킹ĂB
//ꐺᕺ܂v<k>
"The Society is completely under Demon-Eye's control. He says that Li <I>zhaizhu</I> is too sick to move, but no one's even seen the <I>zhaizhu</I> recently."

"......Some people are even starting to wonder if Li <I>zhaizhu</I> is already dead."

"We can't take it any more! So please, bro, let us help. Just say the word and you'll have an army."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//^Ɍ߂Ă<R ALT=""></R>̎A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͐łɊwB<k>
  Taoluo looks away, unable to meet Ran's earnest, unflinching gaze.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//úccȊ킶AȂv<k>
"I'm...... no leader."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="{" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uA<R ALT="R">E</R>ZM̈ЖȂCɍĂ܂B_𗧂Ē̂́AZMA񂽂˂łccv<k>
"That's not true! All of Shanghai is talking about you. You're the only one who can save the Qingyun......"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//܂ŌĂĂA͂<R ALT=""></R>͌𚁂ށBԋ߂ɔĂ
//fB[[GW̔rC𕷂~߂̂낤B<k>
  Ran suddenly stops his entreaties and falls silent. He must have heard the approaching sound of a diesel engine.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="T" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uׂAZMABȂƁv<k>
"Oh shit! Bro, we've gotta hide."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="fR" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccSzȂv<k>
"No...... It's fine."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT=""></R>ƈāA<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂ͑肪ĂB
//܂Ƃ͕ĂȂB<k>
  Unlike Ran, Taoluo knows who has arrived, although he did not expect them to show up so soon.

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//GW͑qɂ̕\Ŏ~܂AJqɂ̔A
//OSJɈJB
//ŝ܂܁A䂪őqɓɏĂn[tgbNB<k>
  The engine noise stops in front of the warehouse, and then the door is fully opened from the outside. A half-track slowly rolls into the loading bay like it belongs there.

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//nQ̎˂悤ȃAbp[CgA
//^<R ALT=""></R><R ALT="^I["></R>̖ڂῂ܂B<k>
  The blinding halogen headlights catch Ran and Taoluo in the face, forcing them to shield their eyes.

<se src="SE_01_01" mode="on" option="single">
//̌̔wォAIRƕ݊镡̐leB<k>
  Several figures walk casually towards them, the light at their backs.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st" face="T" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uZMAA́ccv<k>
"Bro, w-who are these guys?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="j" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//T<R ALT=""></R>ɁAX`Otׂ͎ɘc񂾏΂݂𓊂B<k>
  Stugrev tosses the confused Ran a diabolical grin.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u<R ALT="CYB[j`B">ז</R>H@<R ALT="^@[VV">u</R>v<k>
"<R ALT="Ixry~yu, rpy">Did we come at a bad time, comrade?</R>"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ӗ͉炸ƂႦ悤̂ȂVÃCgl[VB
//<R ALT=""></R>̕\ɓB<k>
  Ran's expression freezes in shock. Even without understanding the meaning of the words, the intonations of Russian are unmistakable.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//ȏ̃ANV<R ALT=""></R>N葁A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͍sɈڂĂB<k>
  Before the petrified Ran can react further, Taoluo moves into action.

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<background src="B_uq01">
<wipe effect="noize" time="0">
//␂<R ALT=""></R>̌㓪ɑfL΂A
//ʖ̌wň˂B
//r[ɈӎA|Ƃ߂āA
//x͋̋i˂B<k>

//vIș𕕂ďznჂ<R ALT=""></R>́A
//ӎ܂܎_Ő▽B
//ɋʖ˂Ė点̂́A
//^ƂmȂȐS҂ɑ΂A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>Ȃ̎߂B<k>
  He swiftly reaches out and thrusts a finger into the Jade Pillow pressure point at the base of Ran's skull. Ran instantly loses consciousness. Catching him as he falls, Taoluo then strikes the constriction point on his chest.

  His circulatory system paralyzed by the sealing of a critical meridian, Ran dies of asphyxiation without ever regaining consciousness. Using Jade Pillow to knock him out first was Taoluo's way of showing mercy to a foolish kid who never thought to doubt his idol.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uwЂƂMΒnscc
//΂͖ɂ肾̂Ƃ͂ȁv<k>
"One flash of the finger and it's off to hell...... Nothing less from the famous assassin, huh?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ϖ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//u񂽒BȂ茻Ȃ΁A
//ȂɂEƂ͂Ȃv<k>
"If you hadn't shown up so suddenly, I wouldn't have had to kill him."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="j" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uQoƎvāA
//ɏo킯v<k>
"I thought you might say that, so I came to make sure he wouldn't talk."

<se src="a_e\" mode="on" option="single">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//X`Ot͗₽΂ȂAɉBĂeTCT[OASuăzX^[ɖ߂B<k>
  Smiling coldly, Stugrev unscrews the silencer from the pistol he had hidden behind his back, then engages the safety and holsters it.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uƂA񂽂͑̕ȁv<k>
"Anyway, you beat me to the punch."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//l̂]ɁAX`Ot̕cc
//ep͓ml[Ă邪A܂ȂVAlcc
//́A<R ALT=""></R><R ALT="^I["></R>Ɍؔ̂ЂƂɃo[A
//JɂĂB<k>

//猻ꂽ̂́A
//̂❚߂Or[{[^̃IuWFłB<k>

//ؘggŌŒ肳ꂽ̒áAl̔wɂxB
//h\ʏȂnõ^bNȎ́A
//ɋ@\vA
//Rp@BȂł̗͂⍓ȖvԂĂB<k>
  While they were talking, Stugrev's men - all undoubtedly Russian, despite looking like Asians - have already started to pry open one of the wooden boxes that Ran showed Taoluo.

  The box turns out to contain an egg-shaped object about the height of an adult man, like a giant rugby ball, held in place by a wooden frame.

  Its metallic surface is unfinished and unpainted, devoid of anything that could conceal its true nature. There is only the cold uniformity of a military machine designed for raw functionality alone.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uāAƂɌ߂Ă炨v<k>
"Alright, let's have the pros take a look."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT=""></R>̎̂n[tgbNւƉ^э񂾒jA
//ɌÎLȖؐ̒Mב䂩S낷B
//M̑ʂɓ悳ꂽL̏ĂɁA<R ALT="^I["></R>߂B<k>
  After carrying Ran's corpse to the half-track, one of Stugrev's men unloads an old-fashioned wooden barrel. Taoluo frowns at the Cyrillic characters stamped on the side.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="fR" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccLrAHv<k>
"......Caviar?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="j" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uBCY̍ōiB
//ǂHv<k>
"Yeah, best quality from the Black Sea. Want a taste?"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//{CƂkƂʑ䎌ȂA
//X`Ot͒M̊WɃo[˂ŊJƁA

//^[̂悤ɍgłeɉSOȂ˂ށB<k>
  Before Taoluo can decide whether he is being serious, Stugrev pops the lid with a crowbar and <se src="SE_LrAɓ˂" mode="on" option="single">nonchalantly thrusts his hand into the black, tarlike contents.

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

<se src="SE_LrAo" mode="on" option="single">
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<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//΂M̒܂ĂX`OtςốA
//|܂ŌdɍꂽoXPbg{[݂̕B<k>
  After rummaging around at the bottom of the barrel, Stugrev pulls out a basketball-sized package wrapped tightly in polyethylene.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͒NHv<k>
"Who's this?"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//X`Otz̈lɐuƁAꂽj
//M̃bgio[mFAu~[VłˁvƉB<k>
  One of Stugrev's underlings checks the barrel's lot number and replies, "It's Misha."

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uN܂Hv<k>
"Should we wake him up?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uApӂv<k>
"Yeah, get ready."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ő猳͂ł낤LrA
//ɂȂɂڂȂAX`Ot̓|܂̍A
//eoB<k>

//h[̋e̊OɁA
//͂̃tLVu`[u吋ǂĂB
//<R ALT="t{[O">S`̉</R>{fB̕WKiɕ]|bhcc
//΋Ɍ܂ŃRpNgɃW[ꂽglԁhłB<k>

//h[͔]߂΃VbN\̃|bhƐێuA
//͂̃`[uɂ͐Ғł̒_oX܂ĂB<k>
  The high-grade caviar is probably worth thousands of yuan per spoonful, but Stugrev scatters it on the floor like sand as he removes the packaging and withdraws the contents.

  Around the exterior of the dome-shaped metal container wind coils of flexible cable, also metal. The object is a brain pod, the standard type used with fully cybernetic - or "fullborg" - bodies. In other words, it is a human in its most compact form.

  The dome is a combination anti-shock device and life-support system protecting the brain inside, while the tubes contain the spinal column and central nerve clusters.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="ڐO" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccԂƖȖȁv<k>
"......That's quite a way to be smuggled across the border."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="j" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uԂ̃gNɉBĉźA
//]KƎvˁv<k>
"Well, I think it's more pleasant than being stuffed into the trunk of a car."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//X`Ot̉m󂯂j́AgbÑ_bV{[h
//oCPCƃnfBJoĂB<k>
  Meanwhile, Stugrev's man has retrieved a laptop and handicam from the truck's dashboard.

//<se src="SE_01_Xbg" mode="on" option="single">
//莮̃P[uoƁAꂽ]|bhPCA
//ɂ̐ɃnfBJƂԂŐqɐڑĂB
//<se src="SE_01_Xbg" mode="on" option="single">
//<k>
<se src="SE_01_Xbg" mode="on" option="single">
  Pulling out some cables, the man connects the laptop to the unpacked brainpod, then connects the camera to the computer.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccOKłv<k>
"......Good to go."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//nꂽnfBJ̓dAX`Ot
//Y`݂Ȃ}CNɌČ肩B<k>
  Stugrev takes the handicam, turns it on, then speaks into the microphone while staring into the lens.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="j" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͂悤u~[VB
//ڊo߂̎Ԃv<k>
"Good morning, Comrade Misha. Time to wake up."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//oCPC̃Xs[J[ԂԂƃmCY߂ꂫR炵A
//VAŒn߂B<k>
  After a few seconds of static that vaguely resembles grumbling, Russian emerges from the laptop's speakers.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//wccAĂB
//񂽂~nCHx<k>
"......Yeah, I see you. You Mikhail?"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uB悤CցB
//̗͂ǂHv<k>
"That's right. Welcome to Shanghai. Enjoy the flight?"

<BOX TYPE=2>
//wŒႾB@V̖YAɂĉ100͌Ă|mɌq₪āccx<k>
"Like hell. That son-of-a-bitch Vasily hooked me up to a porno I've seen a hundred fucking times already......"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//IȍA꒲ɐXB
//̔]cc~[V̖{̌Ȃ̂낤B<k>
  The voice itself is synthesized, possessing no character, but the tone of the words is strangely lifelike. This must how the brain - Misha - normally talks.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//wVR͂񂴂肾B
//͂₭AȎ葫𓮂B
//̃{fB͂ǂHx<k>
"I've had enough of VR. I want some real arms and legs to move. Where's my body for this mission?"

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u܌Bm߂Ăv<k>
"I'll show you now. Let me know what you think."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//X`Ot̓nfBJؔ̒̃ATgEMAɌB
//r[AXs[J[kꂽbmCÝcc
//ǂ犅т̌J炵B<k>
  Stugrev points the camera at the assault gear in the box. A shrill noise immediately erupts from the speakers, perhaps Misha's attempt at an appreciative whistle.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//w37^d@bccB
//Η͂Ƌ@͂̓sJC`B
//ZԂ̍sȂD̃{fBȁx<k>

//wccĂ݂Ăx<k>
"Type-37 Heavy Mobile Armor...... Pretty hot. It's got firepower and mobility in spades. Couldn't ask for a better body for a short-term operation."

"......Get a little closer."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//~[VɌ邪܂܁AX`Ot̓ATgMAɕ݊A
//nfBJ̉pςčוBeB<k>
  Per Misha's request, Stugrev approaches the assault gear and records it in detail from various angles.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//wcc悵BƂ͒gB
//[eiX|[gɌqłx<k>
"......Good. Now for the internals. Connect the terminal to the maintenance port."

<se src="SE_01_Xbg" mode="on" option="single">
<BOX TYPE=0>
//wꂽʂAX`Ot̓oCPC̃Xbg
//ATgMÅO[qP[uŐڑB<k>
  As instructed, Stugrev connects the PC to the assault gear's external access port.

<se src="SE_01_PDA03" mode="on" option="single">
//ɃptH[}X`FbNn܂A
//PC̉tʏɃATgMȀڍ׃XybN\B<k>

//ނX`OtڂŒǂĔcA
//f[^_CNgɔF~[V̔]̕B
//ȂтIȊ܂ݏ΂AXs[J[a点B<k>
  The performance check begins immediately, displaying the assault gear's specs on the laptop's LCD.

  As fast as Stugrev can read the data with his eyes, Misha's directly-linked brain is of course faster. The speakers crackle with synthesized laughter that still manages to clearly convey Misha's mirth.

<BOX TYPE=2>
//wccNbNbNBჂ˂B5.56mm<R ALT="t@NX">A</R>`F[KɃX}[gEOl[hAgUoCXƂ₪x<k>

//wˌ˂B
//Ȃ񑊊@ɂĉ荞ł邺x<k>

//wI[PCBɂqłB
//̃{fBĂ݂x<k>
"......Heh, heh, heh. Oh yeah! 5.56mm Phalanx chainguns, smart grenades, and high-frequency vibrovises to top it off."

"This is motherfucking Level-1 Assault Loadout. I could bust into the Premier's office with this."

"Okay, hurry up and get me inside. I wanna try this body out ASAP."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stX`Ot" face="\" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uA
//܂VR߂ĂȂ낤H
//̂҂Ăv<k>
"Hold on, don't you still have VR-lag? Wait for the anesthesia to wear off."

<BOX TYPE=2>
//wr߂ĂȂBƂ15̏t
//{fB̂ĂĂ񂾁BڃF܂Ă5
//tJ[΂Ƃ񂾂x<k>

//w<R ALT="GRm~[[h">oω^]</R>Ȃobe[ۂBc5́ÃgbNɐςނ񂾂H@tH[Ntg̑㗝炢͂ĂB炵ɂȂx<k>
"Who do you think you're talking to? I left my flesh body behind when I was barely 15. I once flew a Flanker five minutes after waking up."

"My batteries'll last if I use economy mode. You want the other five units on the truck, right? I'll play forklift. It'll be a good warm-up."

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u܁A񂽂Ȃccv<k>
"Well, if you say so......"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//X`Ot͊Onh𑀍삵
//<se src="SE_02_OJ" mode="on" option="single">
//ATgMA̔wʂɂً}nb`JB
//Jꂽnb`̉IɂȂ\Pbg
//~[V̔]|bhUߍ񂾁B<k>
  Stugrev pulls on the external handle <se src="SE_02_OJ" mode="on" option="single">to pop the emergency hatch on the assault gear's back. Once open, he stuffs Misha's brainpod into the revealed socket.

<se src="cyborg_04_foot01" mode="on" option="single">
//ATgMA̓͂ڊo߁A
//炩ȊOxAOўւ̂悤ɂ͂ēWJA
//ɐ܂肽܂ĂlLяオB<k>
  The assault gear comes to life. Like the sections of a pomegranate, its external shell slides smoothly apart as the machine's limbs unfold from inside its body.

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<se src="cyborg_04_^[bg" mode="on" option="single">
//wZT[̏W^[bg]A͂̋ԂFB
//N񑫕s̎pɊȂȂƂ͂ȂB
//邾āA
//~[V͐ĝ̏芷ɂ͓Ă炵B<k>

//ғ̃ATgMÁÄЗeŌ҂ؕ|߂B
//ȋ̍\IȑfƊ炩œĺA
//ɋiߑv킹B<k>

//͂⃂X^[ƌĂԂȂp`ɂS炸A
//͐lԂ̔]A
//{g̈{Ɏ܂ŐĝƂĈ̉A
//܂Ȃgqgḧ`ԂȂ̂B<k>
  Clusters of optical sensors swivel in their turrets, scanning the room. The perfect balance with which the gear stands on its two legs attests to Misha's familiarity with the transition. His bragging was not just show, it seems.

  The mere sight of an assault gear in action fills men with fear and awe. Watching the ugly mass of metal move with animal speed and grace, one imagines an arthropod that has evolved to the size of a dinosaur.

  Yet despite its monstrous visage, the brain inside has become one with it to the last bolt, as if it were a natural body. There is no denying that this machine, too, is a form of human.

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//uǂd́ccv<k>
"How 'bout it, Lightning Palm......?"

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//쓮E܂舕ATgMA̎pɍꍛƌ
//X`Ot́ASɂ炸ƂłB
//ɔނ̔]ɂ́A
//P̐G}ʂƂĕ`Ă̂낤B<k>
  Stugrev's voice is distracted, his enraptured gaze focused on the assault gear as it strides through the warehouse. Even the sounds it makes are awe-inspiring. No doubt Stugrev is already watching the victorious raid play out in his head.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u񂽂̓dĂ́ARCc
//荇Ă񂩂ˁHv<k>
"Is that Electromagnetic Discharge of yours enough to win a fight with one of these?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
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//<R ALT="^I["></R>͖̂܂܎ɐUB
//ȉΗ͂̉̂悤ȉł́A
//bNIꂽ_œЂcӂB
//߂Â^܂B<k>
  Taoluo wordlessly shakes his head. If facing a monster with such concentrated firepower, you would be blasted to atoms the instant it got a lock on you. There would be no chance to get within range.

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//ԂȂAƏɕߑȂǂƂłȂB
//܂͐킢ƂƂA
//ȎăVAl𒧔KvȂB
//ςނ܂ŁA̘A͏dvȐ͂Ȃ̂B<k>
  On the other hand, anything is possible as long as you avoid being targeted. It all comes down to how you fight, he could say, but he sees no need to antagonize the Russians for the sake of pride. Until this is over, their firepower is essential.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ũpCbgɊoB
//RfBV̒ɂ͔
//[Bs͗\ʂ荡Ɂv<k>
"We'll wake up the other pilots shortly. Half a day will be enough to work the kinks out. The mission goes down tonight, as planned."

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//u킩v<k>
"Alright."

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//~[ṼATgMA̓}js[^[gA
//AoXȃVGbgƂ͗Ȉ芴Ɨ͋ŁA
//XƖؔgbN̉בɐςݍłB
//̑qɂ߂_̐lԂ͊FȂ낤B
//l̍Ղ́AɂLrA݂̐B<k>
  Wielding its manipulator arms with an ease and strength that belies its lopsided shape, Misha's assault gear begins loading the remaining boxes onto the truck.

  It is easy to imagine the shock on the faces of the Society members who next inspect this warehouse. Their only clue to the identity of the thieves will be the stain of caviar on the floor.

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//ûɋxłȁB
//ĝ񂽂ɂ͋xKvHv<k>
"You'd better get your rest now. A flesh-man like you needs it, right?"

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//uccĂ炨v<k>
"......That's just what I'll do."

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>͓P̏i߂郍VAlɔwāA
//ƂqɂoĂB
//ӂƁAɂ<R ALT=""></R>vA
//[VAl߂Փɋꂽcc
//XAȊƂŉ̈ӖȂB<k>

//<R ALT="C["></R>̍q̐킢̂߂ɁAl̐ŜĂċSɂȂƁA
//߂̂͑Ȃʎgł͂ȂB<k>

//𗁂тēFɐ܂鉩Y]΂߂A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͑ɊݕǂɂB<k>
  As the Russians prepare to withdraw, Taoluo leaves them to their business and exits the warehouse alone. Thinking of Ran whom he killed, he feels a sudden urge to claim his body from the Russians...... but what would be the meaning of such sentimentality now?

  It was Taoluo himself, after all, who decided to abandon his humanity and become a demon to take back Ruili's soul. No one forced this on him.

  He gazes briefly at the Huangpu River, its water colored rainbow by the light of dawn, then departs the shore at a brisk pace.

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//܂C̊Xɖ邪KB
//邪ɂȂMɂȂ邱Ƃ́A
//܂NɂmĂ͂ȂB<k>

//Z߂A@œ𐮂Ă邤ɁA
//VAlƗ͂ԋ߂ɂĂB<k>

//ߑ㕺RقǕĂX`OtBɔׂ΁A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂ͏Ƃقǂ̏͂ȂB
//`̖ړB߁AłߒƁA
//ꂾŗpӂ͐B<k>
  Night has fallen on Shanghai once more. None yet know, however, that this night will be hotter than usual.

  After waking from a short sleep, Taoluo spends some time meditating to gather his internal energies. Before he knows it, the hour of rendezvous with the Russians is nearly at hand.

  Compared to Stugrev's men with their truckloads of modern weaponry, Taoluo has few preparations to make. Once he has checked that his <I>wo dao</I>'s blade is properly seated and tightened the hilt wrapping, he is ready to go.

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//uꂶA܂oĂv<k>
"I'll be going out for a bit."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//`΂̑ϊR[gɑʂāA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͕Ǎۂ<R ALT="C["></R>ɐB<k>
  He throws on his useless environmental coat, then addresses Ruili, who is crouching in a corner of the room.

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//uȂOɂ͏oႢȂBƁAɂx@AN<R ALT="邵"></R>BɂǂɉB邱ƁBˁv<k>
"It's dangerous, so you mustn't go outside. Also, if this alarm rings, it means that someone's come. If that happens, you have to hide as quick as you can. Okay?"

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//Ȃf͂<R ALT="C["></R>A
//Ȃ͔wԎȂB<k>
  He expected Ruili to nod obediently like always, but tonight, for some reason, she just shows him her back in silence.

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//ucc<R ALT="C["></R>Hv<k>
"......Ruili?"

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//܂ĂȂ񂾂낤BƂłȂ̂H
//r[<R ALT="^I["></R>̒ŕscオB
//<R ALT="C["></R>ɂ͉NĂsvc͂ȂB
//ޏ݂̑̂̂ՂƌĂȂ̂B<k>
  Surely she must hear him. Could she be unable to respond?
  Anxiety immediately wells up in Taoluo's chest. Ruili's very existence is a miracle. Who knows what might happen to her?

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//鋰鐳ʂɉĔ`ނƁcc
//ޏ͌̏Ⴕ킯łAُ킯łȂA
//ނłۂĂ邾B<k>
  Fearing the worst, Taoluo creeps around her and peers timidly at her face...... to find that she is neither damaged nor malfunctioning, but merely pouting.

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//uɂ܁A񂺂񃋃C
//łȂv<k>
"Brother, you didn't play with me at all today."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="" align="right">
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//̂Ƃ͂ȂA
//<R ALT="C["></R>͎qۂ<R ALT="">C</R>őދiĂB
//gƁAȖ̗cދC<R ALT="^I["></R>ْ̋قB<k>
  It was nothing, just a bored Ruili childishly demanding attention. Relieved, Taoluo smiles warmly at her reaction, so reminiscent of his sister when she was small.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u߂B
//łA厖ȗp񂾁v<k>
"I'm sorry. But I have important business to take care of tonight."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ׂɖȂ悤AȓƕłȂA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͐ӂ߂ė@B<k>
  Patting her little head, gently so as not to put undue strain on her tiny neck, Taoluo assures Ruili that he is thinking of her.

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//u<R ALT="C["></R>̂߂
//ʂȂyYv<k>

//uAĂAςb悤B
//ȂƂėVڂv<k>
"I'm going to get a very special present for you."

"When I get back, we can talk and play all you want."

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//uقƂHv<k>
"Really?"

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//uv<k>
"Really."

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="D΂" align="right">
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//uAAėcc<R ALT="C["></R>́A
//ƂȎyƎv悤ɂȂB
//Șbł悤ɂȂv<k>

//u܂A
//Ƃ<R ALT="C["></R>ɋ߂ÂĂv<k>
"When I get back tonight, you'll remember all sorts of things you like to do. We'll have much more to talk about too."

"You'll be one step closer to the old you. I promise."

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//u炻܂ŁA
//łƂđ҂ĂĂBˁHv<k>
"So you just wait right here until then, okay?"

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<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="\" align="left">
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//uccv<k>
"......Okay."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//mɈSȂA
//<R ALT="C["></R>̓͂𗎂Ƃđҋ@ԂɂĂ΂B
//KCmCh̃p[{^<R ALT="Ȃ"></R>̔畆̗ɂB
//~̌EނłB<k>

//@\𓀌ԂłǂɉBĂ܂΁A
//ޏgguN͂ȂȂB<k>
  If he wants to be sure of her safety, the best choice would be to put Ruili in standby mode. A gynoid's power switch is located under the skin at the nape of the neck. He need only press his finger into the hollow there.

  By shutting her down and hiding her somewhere, he could eliminate the chance that she might get into trouble.

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//Aȕɔޏl`RƂĈƂɁA<R ALT="^I["></R>͋C߂B
//<R ALT="͂"></R>ƌt킵Ă閅A܂g났₦؂A̋@Bl`̎pɖ߂Ƃ̂́ccƂꎞIȂƂƂ͂A܂łxޏEĂ܂悤ł͂ȂB<k>

//<R ALT="C["></R>̓̂AȂߐl`̂̂łȂB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>ɂƂĂ̈́Ƃł͂邪
//oڂwȂ̂B<k>
  However, Taoluo cannot abide the thought of treating her like a doll. For his lively, talkative sister to return to being a cold, lifeless machine...... Even temporarily, it would be like killing her all over again.

  Ruili's body is now nothing more than a synthetic sex toy. Yet as foolish as it might be, Taoluo wants to avert his eyes from that truth as best he can.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uꂶႠAsĂv<k>
"Well, I'm off. I'll be back soon."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//AĖ߂ɂ́cc
//܂ЂƂA<R ALT="C["></R>̍̌ЂAB<k>
  If he makes it back alive tonight, he will have another fragment of Ruili's soul with him.

<bustup name="st^I[⍞" face="Ζڕ" align="right">
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//ɔޏvô͉낤B
//y̋Z|ȂBiȋCiȂB
//Z炩Ă͍点A
//ڂ@֔悤ȋ@mȂB<k>

//ȕɂďA<R ALT="C["></R>͌ɖ߂ĂB
//ȍsɑzy邾ŁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>̋ɂ͉̂L<k>
  What will she remember next? Perhaps her skill in song and dance will return, or the modesty and elegance she possessed as a woman of class. Maybe it will be the sharp wit with which she always teased her brother.

  Little by little, Ruili is returning to her old self. The mere thought of where this journey will end fills Taoluo's heart with warmth.

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//_oȂɁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͓̎͂ɔzũZT[mFB
//I݂ɉBꂽR@̃ZT[́A
//قǒӐ[TȂ茩܂B<k>

//҂N悤ƂĂA
//<R ALT="C["></R>͐񂶂Ĉُm邱ƂłB<k>

//dȖhuƂł͂邪A
//܂茕ۂȃgbvzuƁA
//ɂ<R ALT="C["></R>쓮Ă܂댯B<k>

//o邱ƂȂA܂蒷<R ALT="C["></R>ƂɂĂȂcc
//̐킢̓WJ͗\fȂB
//ǖʂƂɗՋ@ς̔f𔗂闐ƂȂ邾낤B<k>
	As he leaves the temple, he checks the position of the three sensors he has placed around the entrance, hidden well enough that no one who is not actively looking for them will find them.

	Even if an intruder appears, Ruili will learn of the anomaly first.

	He would like to provide heavier security, but there is a danger that Ruili might accidentally trigger any traps he lays.

	He hopes that he won't have to leave her alone for long, but there is no predicting how tonight's battle will go. No doubt it will be utter chaos where every moment requires flexible judgment.

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//ucc҂ĂB<R ALT="C["></R>v<k>
"......Wait for me, Ruili."

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//ƂANɂƂȂꂭƁA
//<R ALT="^I["></R>͎ɐ₦X̖łւƏĂB<k>
  Taoluo whispers to himself, then vanishes into the darkness of the dead city.

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//<R ALT="^I["></R>A<R ALT="C["></R>͊CӂEĂ`[uA
//rւ̗ߋɂĖRƎ߂B<k>

//lVт͂܂ȂB
//łŽ͐΂B<k>

//qɂĂΕKAĂĂƁA
//Z͂񑩂ĂꂽB
//<R ALT="C["></R>͂҂B
//L~ŁAƂڂŁcc<k>
  After Taoluo leaves, Ruili whiles away the time with her silver bracelet and the metal tube from the beach as toys.

  Playing by herself is boring, but she could never disobey her brother.

  He always promised her that he would come back if she behaved herself, and so Ruili always waited. In that big mansion, she waited alone......

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//A̍̔ޏ炵Ă̂́A
//ł͂Ȃǂʂ̏ꏊB<k>

//܁A<R ALT="݂Ȃ"></R>畂яオ悤ɑhL̒fЂB
//͂ǂ̌iFłAꂩ̖ʉełA
//ɂЂǂOCŐSȂB<k>

//łAƂ݂Ɏv̂́cc
//liFƌẮA
//̎Ƃ͉傫قȂĂCB<k>
  She lived somewhere else back then, she remembers, somewhere not here.

  Now and then, fragments of memory drift through her mind like bubbles rising to the surface of a lake. She sees images of people and places that seem familiar, but are always far too vague to make out.

  Even so, she is struck by the feeling that there is some vast difference between who she was when she lived those images and who she is now.

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

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//̔ޏ́A
//Ȃ[Ȃ𑱂قǂ̊֐SC킹ĂȂB
//RƂSɖOƁA<R ALT="C["></R>͂܂rւ┯╞̐Ԃ݂ɂȂɂׂ͂߂B<k>

//āAǂقǂ̎Ԃ߂ゾ낤B<k>
  Yet Ruili lacks the will and nerve to delve deeper into the secrets of her self. Once she tires of these amorphous thoughts, she returns to fiddling idly with her accessories and clothing.

  This continues for some time, until......

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//ƏɎUI𓥂ݍӂ𕷂Ƃ߁A
//͂<R ALT="C["></R>͊グB
//_ɁANB<k>
  Ruili looks up at the sound of footsteps approaching, gravel crunching beneath their steady tread. Someone has entered the temple.

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//uHv<k>
"?"

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//NĂÂƂ͐<R ALT="C["></R>ɉdg݂ɂȂĂƁA
//o|<R ALT="^I["></R>͌Ă̂Ɂcc<k>
  Before he left, Taoluo said he had arranged it so Ruili would know first if someone came. And yet......

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<bustup name="stEʏ" face="" align="left">
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//u΂́B<R ALT="C["></R>v<k>
"Hello, Ruili."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//̒j̊፷͗DeŁA
//܂<R ALT="C["></R>̂ƂmĂ邩̂悤B<k>
  The man's gaze is kind and gentle, as though he knows who Ruili is.

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<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="\" align="right">
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//uccHv<k>
"......?"

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<bustup name="stEʏ" face="" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//ûƂ͉Ă邩Hv<k>
"You don't remember me?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="fQ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uHHHv<k>
"???"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//Ă݂΁AɌo悤ȋCȂȂB<k>
  Now that he mentions it, he does seem kind of familiar.

<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="f" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u`ƁA˂ccv<k>
"Umm, I know......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="yɘb" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//͒j<R ALT="">e</R>ɂƌA͂ƎłB<k>
  After staring at his face for a while, the girl suddenly claps her hands together.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uI@ɂ܂̂ƂIv<k>
"Oh yeah! You're brother's friend!"

<BOX TYPE=0>
//AoĂB̐l悭~ɗVтɗB
//<R ALT="^I["></R>ƐebĂ̂B<k>
  Of course, now she remembers. This man used to visit the mansion often. He was always close with Taoluo.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//uccƁAƁccEA
//ˁHv<k>
"......Ummm...... Mister Liu, right?"

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<bustup name="stEʏ" face="D΂" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccB<R ALT="C["></R>v<k>
"......That's right, Ruili."

<bustup name="stEʏ" face="ΖڐO" align="left">
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//ǔNɂƂẮA
//̒x݂̑łȂ񂾂ˁv<k>
"I suppose that's all I am to you right now."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//ǂɎ΂āAj͋΂B
//̔΂Ȃ₵Ȃ̂ɎvāA
//r[<R ALT="C["></R>͐\ȂȂB<k>
  The man smiles wryly, his eyes looking off into the distance. Sensing something lonely in his expression, Ruili suddenly feels like apologizing.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//ucc߂Ȃv<k>

//ułˁAĆA
//ȂƂς񂾂āB
//ɂ܂Ăv<k>
"......I'm sorry."

"But brother said I'll remember a lot more stuff soon."

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u烊ÊƂAƂƁA
//Ƃ́v<k>
"I'm sure I'll remember you a lot better then."

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<bustup name="stEʏ" face="D΂" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uB͊y݂v<k>
"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//jāA܂<R ALT="C["></R>܂悤ɖ邢őB<k>
  The man nods, then continues in a bright voice as though trying to cheer her up.

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uKȑzoA񌩂Ƃȁv<k>
"I hope you find lots of wonderful memories."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="ɂ" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uIv<k>
"Yeah!"

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//je֊B<R ALT="C["></R>́A̔ނ̔wɂlA
//Nʂ̐lԂt]Ă̂ɋCB<k>
  The man steps slightly off to the side, revealing the other person who was standing behind him all this time.

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<bustup name="stlC[l`" face="\" align="left">
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//Â_̒ɂĂȂῂقǂɋPjq<R ALT="`CihX"></R>A
//<R ALT="C["></R>̖ڂ𖣗B<k>
  Ruili is entranced by the woman's white silk <I>qipao</I>, the material dazzlingly bright even in the gloom of the temple.

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uЉ悤B̘A<R ALT="C["></R>v<k>
"Let me introduce you. This is my companion, Ruili."

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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uHv<k>

//uāAC͂킽Hv<k>
"Eh?"

"But, I'm Ruili."

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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uB̖NƓ<R ALT="C["></R>Ȃ񂾁v<k>
"That's right. But this girl is also Ruili, just like you."

<bustup name="stEʏ" face="ΖڐO" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//ů悭ĂB
//oȂHv<k>
"Look closely at her face. Doesn't she look familiar?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="\" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccHv<k>
"......?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stlC[l`" face="\" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//ςɂ܂܂ꂽ悤ȖʎŁA
//<R ALT="C["></R>͒₩ȍƗJ܂񂾔eɌB
//mɂ́cc
//xƂȂ̒ɌoƂBȋCB
//<R ALT="C["></R>Ƃ͂܂Ⴄ炾Ƃ̂ɁB<k>
  With a befuddled expression, Ruili stares at the woman's black hair, long and shiny, and at her beautiful, vaguely sorrowful features. There is something...... She feels like she has gazed at that face in the mirror many times before. And yet it is different from the face that she wears now.

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="fQ" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccAˁBĈˁv<k>

//uĈCāAł킽ς胋CŁccv<k>
"......Yeah, she does. That's my face, right?"

"There's a Ruili with Ruili's face, but I know I'm Ruili too......"

<bustup name="stC[苹" face="f" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//uAH
//悭킩ȂȂ悧ccv<k>
"Uhh, huh? I don't get it at all......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stEʏ" face="" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=0>
//<R ALT="C["></R>Aj͑ς炸Âɔ΂ȂA
//_炩፷ŌĂB<k>
  Still smiling that same soft smile, the man watches the perplexed Ruili with gentle eyes.

<BOX TYPE=3>
//u񂾂BFXƍlĔꂽ낤Hv<k>
"Don't worry about it. I bet all this thinking's made you tired."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="\" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uccv<k>
"Yeah......"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stEʏ" face="ΖڐO" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u債ƂȂBYĂ܂B
//܌N͖Ă񂾁v<k>
"It's nothing. Forget it. You're having a dream right now."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="fQ" align="left">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//u߁H@ccA߂Ȃ́Hv<k>
"A dream? ......This is a dream?"

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="left" mode="off">
<bustup name="stEʏ" face="" align="right">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
<BOX TYPE=3>
//uB肨x݁B
//ɖڂo܂Ƃ́A
//<R ALT="^I["></R>߂Ăv<k>
"Yes, so sleep well. When you next open your eyes, Taoluo will be back."

<BOX TYPE=0>
//j̏D<R ALT="C["></R>̊𕢂Aق𕏂ō~낷B<k>
  The man gently covers Ruili's face with his hand and closes her eyelids.

<bustup name="stEʏ" face="ΖڐO" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//uȂA<R ALT="C["></R>B<R ALT="^I["></R>̂Ƃ͖Ă҂v<k>
"Good bye, Ruili. Sleep and await Taoluo's return."

<bustup name="U摜" face="U\" align="right" mode="off">
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<BOX TYPE=2>
//uBȂ烊Ev<k>
"Okay. Good by, Mister Liu."

<bustup name="stC[ʏ" face="ɂ" align="left">
<wipe effect="fade" time="7">
//uɂ܂ĂA͂ȂˁBÊ߂݂āv<k>
"When brother gets back, I'll tell him I saw a dream about you."

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<bustup name="stEʏ" face="cȏ΂" align="right">
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<BOX TYPE=3>
//u͂ˁBƋv<k>
"You do that. I'm sure he'll be surprised."

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<BOX TYPE=0>
//yɏ΂ċĂ𕷂ȂA
//<R ALT="C["></R>͂܂łڂāAsvcȖÎ҂B<k>
  The man leaves with an amused chuckle. Listing to his footsteps recede, Ruili keeps her eyes closed and waits for the strange dream to end.

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