Chapter 90
Leyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, you feel dangerous, so you come to us? Are we your scapegoats?"
His smile seemed a little cold. But just looking at the arc of his smile and the shape of his cheeks, it seemed that it was not what No. 1 thought.
Number One was made uneasy by his expression. He blinked, lowered his head, looked at his fingers and clothes, frowned, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this. Should I go back?"
He knew that he should say now, "I'm sorry, I won't make such a request again," and that was the most appropriate thing to do.
But he didn't want to say that, and he didn't dare to say that, because if he said that, he would have to leave from here. Asking him to leave from the door of this room obediently would be like asking for his life tonight. He didn't want to die like this, so how could he be willing to die? It couldn't be because of something he couldn't say.
What's the point of being shameless? As long as I can survive, everything is fine.
He was almost crying, his face was very pale and he looked very pitiful.
No. 1 paused, and without waiting for an answer, he asked tentatively, "I know I shouldn't say that, but if I say that I don't think that way, would you feel better?"
Le Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, we are all fine. Very fine."
He laughed out loud, as if he heard a joke. He held onto the door frame and suddenly staggered. He lowered his head and almost fell onto the floor. He was intentionally avoiding Number One, so even if he lost his balance, he would not bump into Number One. Number One tensed for a moment, but when he saw this, a hint of regret appeared on his face.
He thought, if this person had just fallen into my arms, could I have gone with the flow and asked to move in?
Although we know that things are definitely not that simple, people always have some fantasies. What if? It seems that as long as we think of what if, there is hope and we can survive with a system. Is it true? Not necessarily. Many people died before dawn. A person without hope is a walking corpse when alive and a pile of rotten meat when dead, smelly and breeding many insect eggs.
What are the benefits?
Just to survive?
Leyuan stood up, looking at No.1 with a frivolous and impudent look, as if he would make some bad and unacceptable request. No.1 was very nervous when being looked at, and Leyuan couldn't help but smiled and said, "Come in."
He stepped aside and released his hand on the door, and the door creaked open by itself.
Number One almost wanted to rush in, but he knew that he couldn't do that because if he did that, he would most likely be driven away and might not even be able to stay here tonight.
You can't do that. Get a grip on yourself.
Number One walked in almost tremblingly, wiping the sweat off his clothes while carefully holding the door next to him, just like the paradise he had just seen opening the door, even the position of his hand on the door was almost the same.
He rolled his eyes involuntarily to look at the door and saw a white mark that disappeared in a flash, just like a little heat in the winter coming out of a steamer and disappearing in mid-air. It looked very regrettable.
But this is not the way to go.
Number One tried hard to control his expression. He really wanted to laugh. Although he was not here to assassinate or cause trouble, being here, he felt extremely safe.
You will be happy if you can do what you like and want, right?
Number One thought so in his heart, said so to himself, convinced himself, and grinned with a gentle smile. Paradise sat next to him, just looking at him silently.
For some reason, No. 1 felt a little cold. He touched his arm, but there were no goose bumps. He shivered and felt terrible. He almost couldn't stand steadily. Now he thought that there might really be a force here that made people unsteady.
He held onto the next chair to him and tried to sit down because he was a little unsteady on his feet. He was very scared and nervous. He was afraid of being kicked out, afraid of death, afraid of being embarrassed, afraid of being humiliated. He was so nervous that his whole body was shaking. But fortunately, he thought, I can still control myself a little.
Just be restrained a little.
It won't be any longer. If he can't sit down for a while, he will have to keep his body close to the floor even if he has to kneel on the ground. He is already having difficulty breathing. He doesn't know if it's because the air pressure here is too unusual or because the two people here don't talk, like two door gods placed in the wrong position.
Door gods are said to be majestic and scary, with big beards and armor. The two men in front of him had no beards, no armor, were not standing, and had no weapons. Clearly from their appearance, they did not look like door gods at all, but No. 1 had a strange feeling about them for no reason.
This is not good, he thought, if I keep thinking about this I won't be able to keep my composure any longer.
Although he is not very calm now, if his condition deteriorates further, he will be finished.
He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of two people like this. It didn't matter what the two people opposite he looked like. To be honest, he felt that the two people opposite him looked very vague. Not very good-looking, nor very ugly, not very ordinary, nor very stunning. They were just vague, like a ball of miserable white fog, or a pile of black charcoal. It was hard to tell what color they were.
It's hard to describe what he looks like. Because of this feeling, No. 1 took a deep breath and felt more and more that the opposite person him was like a god that did not exist in this world.
Isn't the concept of God vague?
No one has ever seen God, and no one can prove that God exists.
Why can't I think that they are gods? As gods, it is normal for them to have some disguises and believers, right?
Number One was stunned and blinked.
Le Yuan said, "Please sit down."
Number One nodded and sat on the chair obediently.
After he sat down, he remembered to look around to see if there were any other chairs, but he found none. It seemed that the one he was sitting on was the only chair in the room.
Number One wanted to stand up immediately, but Leyuan shook his head and said, "No need to be so polite. You're already here, why are you being so polite?"
This sounded strange. Number One put both hands on his clothes. Under his clothes were his pants, and under his pants were his knees. He slowly bent and touched the chair a little bit. He was tentative and very slow, which made people anxious. If someone with an impatient personality saw this, he would get even more angry.
I don't know what Leyuan was thinking about. He looked absent-minded. When he saw that No. 1 hadn't sat down yet, he smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"
Number One was confused, so he squinted his eyes and shook his head: "No, no."
He glanced at the park, lowered his head, and said in a very respectful manner, "I, I feel a little nervous..."
He wanted to say that he was scared, but was afraid of offending others, so he changed his tone to nervous. After he finished speaking, he felt that being nervous was not a big deal. His face suddenly turned red, and he even stuttered when he spoke, and sweat began to drip down his face.
Paradise said, "That's all. Don't be nervous. I'm not going to kill you here."
He smiled to himself after saying this.
Just because they don't kill here doesn't mean they won't kill in the future. Maybe they will kill in another place?
This is not good and needs to be changed.
Leyuan glanced at Zhongren, signaling him to remember to remind him.
Jongin nodded and said that he would remember to remind people of this in the future. It's not about killing people, but about not losing your mind even if you move to another place.
Number One didn't know how they were fighting, he just felt that the atmosphere in the room suddenly began to flow. If before it felt like there was a mountain above his head, now he could breathe because the room was filled with warm bubbles.
There is no danger, no threat, no need to worry too much.
Number One blinked, hesitated, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice: "Did something happen here before I came here?"
Leyuan was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and shook his head: "No."
He looked at Jongin and asked, "Do you remember what happened?"
Jongin also shook his head: "I don't know, I don't remember, it seems not."
He paused, then smiled and said, "If there is, maybe it doesn't exist. Anyway, it's not here with me, nor with us. What do you think?"
Leyuan nodded: "Then it's gone."
They both looked at No.1, who wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled cautiously, "Sorry, I was talking nonsense."
Leyuan shook his head: "No, nothing."
He smiled, but his smile still had a sneer-like feeling between "it's just so" and "as expected".
Number One blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed, and took a deep breath and asked, "What can I do to live here?"
Seeing his look, Leyuan wanted to tease him: "You want to live here forever? It's not impossible. Didn't the middle-aged man give us a red envelope before? If you still have the red envelope shell, open your eyes the next day and take a look. Maybe it's full. It doesn't matter whether it's currency or ghost money, as long as it can be used, who cares what it is? Anyway, the boss will recognize it.
As long as the boss acknowledges the money and you pay, why would anyone chase you away?"
Number One pressed the tip of his tongue against his tooth and felt a bit of a sour toothache, as if the tooth would be pulled out at the next moment. The strange feeling of being neither painful nor a little sour hit his head. He only felt a buzzing in his head and did not understand what the other party meant.
Leyuan looked at him and saw that he seemed to be in trouble, so she considerately said nothing.
When No.1 came to his senses, Leyuan asked, "What do you feel?"
Number One blinked and said, "No, nothing."
He thought about it and shook his head: "I don't know."
He smiled, not realizing that his smile now looked somewhat like Paradise.
Paradise asked: "Are you sad?"
Number One was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the question was about. It was so confusing and he couldn't think of a good answer. He blinked and said softly, "I don't know. Should I be sad?"
Leyuan smiled and said, "No, it's best if you're not sad."
Number One nodded.
Le Yuan asked, "Do you want to stay here tonight?"
Number One nodded eagerly, "Yes."
He couldn't help but twist his fingers nervously and grabbed the edge of the clothes, just like a tailor apprentice who suddenly misjudged the stitch when handling the cloth. He shivered and almost cried out, as if his hand was pricked by a needle. However, he remembered that the clothes he was wearing were not new. He had been worn and washed many times before, so this shouldn't have happened.
It's an old piece of clothing. Where did the needle come from?
He couldn't think of it, but his face turned pale, and he looked around with lifeless eyes, as if he had lost his soul.
Paradise asked, "What are you going to give?"
He smiled and said, "I can't let you live here for nothing, can I?"
Number One saw that Leyuan was smiling and thought that he was normal and gentle, but for some reason, he felt scared and cold, as if someone was holding his hand and immersing it in ice water in winter. He blinked, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "I can give you money."
Leyuan thought for a moment and said, "I'm not interested in money."
He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "That sounds weird, doesn't it? I don't mean to show off. I don't mean to say anything bad about you."
If I continue to explain this, it seems like it could take an hour. Leyuan blinked and didn't say anything else, just to wrap it up for himself.
Number One was suddenly attracted by those eyes. He thought, those eyeballs are so shiny and look like real ones, and they are also so beautiful as fake ones. I wish I could have a pair of eyes like that.
The next second, he suddenly felt dazed and thought, No, I didn't see anything, what is there? Nothing, I don't know, I don't know anything, what did I see? I didn't see anything, yes, there is nothing here, except me? Is that right? Yes.
He nodded, came back to his senses from that strange state, forgot what he was going to say for a moment, opened his mouth, and fell silent.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk but didn't know how to talk, Leyuan leaned forward and asked caringly, "Do you have any other ideas? Besides giving money."
He was still smiling when he spoke, but No. 1 still felt something was wrong. On the one hand, No. 1 thought, I can't look at it carefully, it's too rude. But on the other hand, he thought, I have looked at it, so what?
His brain might be in a knot, or he was missing a thread. At this moment, he looked more and more dull and had nothing to say. His face looked better than before, and the blush that had appeared due to emotional excitement had also faded a little. Now his face looked white with a hint of red, very normal and very healthy. If it weren't for his lips that were still trembling a little, he would be better than a normal person.
At least, it looks like that, a bit like he has put on makeup, but a closer look will tell that he is not wearing any makeup. Most people don't carry cosmetics with them, especially Number One, who doesn't care much about makeup or not, and knows nothing about cosmetics. As for finding a girlfriend, which most people need to worry about, he doesn't care about those things at all. He wishes he could live by himself for the rest of his life.
Yes, that's great. If I could live with myself all my life, that would be so happy. I would be happy. I want it that way. Nothing and no state of life would be happier than that. I want it that way.
Others are the parts that hinder me. Except for those who can help me, there is no difference between them. There is no difference. People are all the same, they look exactly the same, have the same brains, have skin, flesh, organs and bones. When they rot, they stink. When they burn, they are all black, a pile of ashes, nothing. They are not even as good as soil, because soil is heavier.
ha.
funny.
Number One blinked, very slowly, staring straight at the park, almost without blinking, thinking for a long time, feeling that he had changed from a car on the highway to a slow turtle without water. He opened his mouth, feeling a little thirsty. Jongin raised an eyebrow, took a water cup from the wall next to him, took a glass of water from the water dispenser, and handed it to him: "It's cold, I hope you don't find it too scary."
Jongin said this as if he was joking, but Number One seemed to take it seriously. He glanced at Jongin, lowered his head, and then looked at the water cup in his hand. It was an ordinary blue and white cup with a company logo that was neither big nor small. Number One looked at it and remembered something strange. Some companies would put a mark on the parts they passed by, as if the land already belonged to them.
It is said that there is a kind of company that will acquire places that have left their mark. If it succeeds, everything will be fine. If it fails, everyone will die.
Will it be like that? Will it die? Or will it die in some other strange way? I don't know.
I knew nothing. Number One smiled at himself in the water and drank the water in one gulp. For a moment, his demeanor seemed as if he was ready to die.
The atmosphere in the room became even weirder.
Number One drank the water and his face turned a little red, as if he had drunk alcohol instead of water.
"Are we going to die?"
Number One asked, looking at the paradise.
Paradise said: "Everyone is destined to die. It's just a matter of time, right?"
He looked at Jongin and asked.
Jongin nodded and stood aside. Number One also looked at him, and he sat next to Paradise, in the position where two class teachers would give earnest advice to a student who had just suffered a breakup.
It looks funny.
However, Number One was not aware of this. He wanted to laugh. There had been enough funny things since he came here. If he wanted to laugh, there would be no problem. He just needed to think about his previous performance and he would know how to laugh. However, he couldn't laugh for a moment. It was as if his heart was heavy, as if there was a stone hanging on it. This stone was just tied with a noose with silk thread.
It’s scary to think about it casually, and even scarier to think about it carefully.
Le Yuan asked, "Why? You want to pay the price with your death? It's not impossible."
He smiled, and I couldn't tell why. It seemed as if he was saying, "I can accept your death in front of me as the room fee." It also seemed as if he was saying, "If you want to die like this, let me tell you how I deal with your body."
Number One felt the suffocating atmosphere again, frowned, lowered his head, and whispered, "I'm sorry to bother you."
It sounded like he was planning to leave.
Leyuan thought he was going to stand up after he finished speaking.
But after waiting for a while, Number One did not leave, and the park did not see Number One stand up, so Number One did not get any answer.
He glanced at the two people opposite him, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He couldn't calm down, so he could only give in to his intense emotions and say, "Whatever conditions you put forward, I can probably meet them without causing any trouble to anyone. It would be better for everyone if there were fewer problems, right?"
This statement sounds a bit self-destructive.
Leyuan looked him over and asked, "What do you have that I want?"
He smiled and said, "Oh, it's not like I don't have anything to ask for, but I won't give you anything."
Number One looked at him blankly, not knowing what this meant. Agree? Then do I still need to die in the future? No? Then should I leave now? It seems not good to be shameless. No, in order to survive, I can do anything. What does this little thing matter?
He had to admit that most of the people around him were actually afraid of the amusement park, including Jongin who was next to the amusement park. Although they said they were friends, they didn't look like that, which was a bit awkward. They were mortal enemies, but it didn't seem to be that serious. They were close friends, but they didn't have physical contact often, and they didn't talk much. It seemed that they could know what the other person was saying just by looking at each other.
Number One thought, is that really the case? If you know what someone is going to say before they open their mouth, wouldn't that be boring? Would life become more boring? Although life was terrible before, there was still something to like about it. Now it's different. There's a kind of inexplicable abomination.
It's impossible to survive easily.
I would be unwilling to die just like this.
If you don't care, you will be like a blind man crossing a river, always anxious and unable to get rid of it. You might as well ask others to hang you on a tree.
This is not a good thing to say. Suicide is not a good thing, and it is not a good thing for him to kill himself. It is not a good thing to kill others, and it is not a good thing to be killed. This is the contradiction. Life is like this. On the one hand, it makes people feel unbearable, and on the other hand, it urges them to move on to the next day, as if after going on, all difficulties will be solved. Is that the case? Not necessarily. Some pain ferments over time.
horrible.
It's like some parents who try hard to control what they can get, such as their children, and at the same time try to be as nice to them as possible, such as giving them money, gifts, and birthday celebrations. It's like this, on the one hand, one can make one want to go crazy and die immediately, and on the other hand, at some point one can feel that it's not impossible to live on, and it's not so bad. But life always jumps back and forth between these two states.
It's like seeing a wallflower, not here, not there, living very stubbornly, as strong as a cockroach, and also like cancer.
Is this a good thing? I don't know.
Leyuan thought about it and said, "You can stay here for the time being. I will tell you about the reward later."
He looked at Number One.
Number One's condition is not very good, or he is too weird, there is a sense of contradiction, his face is so pale as if he will die in the next moment, and the redness on his face seems to be the most natural blush, which is quite normal. There is a feeling of protruding bones in his body, but his skin does not seem to be that serious. His hair is messy, not very clean, but not very dirty either, like a mystery.
If he met a detective, perhaps someone like him would be very popular.
But unfortunately, such a pity, Paradise is not a detective, and neither is Jongin.
They looked at each other and decided that this was it.
Everyone stood up, and No. 1 stood up as well. He was a little confused, with his eyes closed, like a newborn baby in bright red. He glanced at this and that, and asked in a low voice: "Is it over?"
Leyuan smiled and said, "Yeah, if we don't finish, are we going to talk about staying overnight all night? I don't want that."
His smile suddenly collapsed, and he felt very tired. He whispered, "I don't want to do that yet. It's too painful and tiring."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around, as if trying to avoid No. 1's gaze.
Number One wanted to obediently withdraw his gaze, but he found that he could not control his eyes. It was not the kind of control that forced his eyes to look in a certain direction, but his heart was pounding. He was even more nervous than before entering the room, but he didn't know what he was nervous about.
If he was nervous before entering the room, wondering whether he could survive the night, it should be like this now that there is nothing to be nervous about.
I don’t know. I don’t know anything.
Number One's eyes were confused for a moment, and he murmured to himself in his heart.
I don’t know, I know nothing, I haven’t seen anything, there is nothing.
After this state, he came back to his senses and seemed to have forgotten what had just happened.
That's how it should be. Jongin is here. He has the ability to distort other people's perceptions, and once they are contaminated, there's probably no way to correct it.
In fact, the condition of No. 1 is not bad, because right next door, No. 2 is tossing and turning in bed.
It wasn't that he couldn't sleep, it was that he was sleeping too soundly and couldn't open his eyes for a while, as if he was possessed by a ghost.
But doesn’t sleep paralysis usually occur in stories that are a little bit romantic?
Number two is a person living in a room and sleeping in a bed. What kind of story can happen?
Number One heard a little noise and felt strange and a little curious. He wanted to go and see, but felt it was too dangerous, so he looked around carefully. He found that neither Leyuan nor Jongin noticed him, so he quietly walked behind them and tried to listen carefully to see what was happening next door. He blinked and actually heard some other noises.
“Ouch—Ouch—it hurts—it hurts—”
Number One sprang up suddenly, like a heavily compressed colorful spring.
Leyuan was attracted by his movements and was almost bumped by him. She helped him up and asked, "What's wrong?"
The sweat on No. 1's forehead increased again. He smiled at the park and said, "Nothing."
He quickly put his hand away, but at the same time he thought that this seemed impolite, as if he couldn't wait to sever the relationship. He had just been told that he could live here, and he couldn't let himself be kicked out now. Even if he wasn't kicked out, this room was not his, and people who were staying here had to have the attitude of a tenant.
Number One quickly explained to Paradise: "Don't get me wrong!"
As soon as he started talking, Le Yuan blinked and knew what he was going to say. She smiled and said, "Nothing, I don't mind."
Number One carefully looked at Paradise's expression and thought, No, you obviously care.
But I can't say this out loud, otherwise it would feel awkward, but the relationship between Number One and the park isn't awkward yet.
Number One followed behind Paradise and whispered, "I just heard a little noise next door. Are you interested?"
Le Yuan smiled and said, “I know.”
Number One asked, “Really?”
Leyuan was about to nod, but when she heard him ask, she turned around and looked at him: "Are you interested?"
Number One blushed and said shyly, "I'm not that interested~"
Leyuan turned back, walked forward and said, "Well, I won't tell you anything."
Number One tried to hold Leyuan back, but was afraid, so he pulled Leyuan's sleeve and asked, "Can you really not tell me?"
Le Yuan was helpless, so he stopped, looked at him and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Number One nodded repeatedly: "I do."
Paradise took back the clothes and said, "I won't tell you."
Jongin laughed and said, "He changed his mind. There's no point asking now. You'll know tomorrow morning. Why worry about this little while?"
This is to persuade No. 1 not to ask any more questions.
Number One hesitated a bit, moved a little, and approached Jongin. He raised his eyebrows and asked in a gossipy voice, "Will I really know tomorrow morning?"
Jongin nodded, “Yeah.”
Number One asked: "Will I know the answer as soon as I open the door or will you tell me the answer as soon as I open my eyes?"
He smiled and tried to make some connections: "To be honest, I'm a bit impatient. If I didn't know tonight, I probably wouldn't dare to sleep."
Jongin looked him over and asked, "Really?"
Number One blinked.
Jongin smiled and said, "I don't think so. Maybe you don't think so either. You..."
He paused, wanting to say you don't know, but then thought it was not a good idea to say that, so he said, "It's better for you not to know, so that you can sleep more easily. I guarantee that you will sleep well tonight, but not necessarily tomorrow."
Number One became curious again and asked, "Will you sleep well tonight?"
He whispered, "You don't know, I actually have insomnia. Sometimes I need melatonin or sleeping pills to treat myself. If it works, I can sleep. If it doesn't, I'm dead. I can't sleep all night, and I have to get up the next morning to do things, this and that, study and work. I hate it so much."
Especially when I'm around people I don't like."
The last sentence caught Jongin's attention. Jongin looked at No.1 and asked, "Do you hate them?"
This "they" is a bit subtle, as if they are talking about people outside the room, or some strangers who have never met.
Number One knew this was an opportunity for him and wanted to seize it, but he didn't know what the other party wanted to hear. At this moment, he couldn't help but deeply regret that he didn't seriously learn the skills of flattering others in the office. Even if he couldn't learn this, it would be a good thing to learn a little bit of observing people's expressions and assessing the situation. It's a pity that he didn't seize the opportunity before, and he didn't like those things in the first place.
He can't take out those things at the moment. Number One feels that he is too poor. Others are penniless, but he is penniless.
He couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, his face flushed, and he lowered his head, as if he was called by the teacher to answer a question in class but couldn't utter a word, his face was as red as if it was covered with a layer of red apple color.
"Can't tell?"
Jongin's interest gradually waned, and he turned to leave: "Since you have nothing to say, I won't talk to you, or you won't be able to sleep."
Seeing that the person was really about to leave, No. 1 quickly said, "I have something to say."
Jongin asked, "Really? Tell me."
Number One hesitated for a moment, as if his heart was on a seesaw, deciding whether to kill his past self or his future self. His voice was a little shaky, but fortunately, it was not serious, nor important: "I don't like them."
Jongin asked, "They? Who are they?"
No. 1 inexplicably felt that the person in front of him was like his recruiting boss, so he said in a righteous and serious manner, "It's someone who is not in this room."
Jongin asked, "Oh, them, then if you leave this room, you won't hate them anymore?"
Number One shook his head: "No, I still hate going out, but I try to hide it as much as possible so that they don't see it, otherwise, everyone will be unhappy."
Jongin asked, "After that, will they include me and my friends?"
Number One was stunned for a moment, frowned, and wanted to laugh. He frowned because he thought it was ridiculous, and wanted to laugh because he was angry and amused, as if he had just heard a joke: "Of course not."
He explained earnestly, "I hate those people. But they don't include you two.
They are them, and you are you.
You are different from them.
I like you guys, you are much better than them.”
Jongin asked, "Is he better than them at protecting you?"
Number One didn't realize there was a trap in this statement, so he nodded and said, "That's it."
Before he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong and quickly said, "Not only that, it's good everywhere. Money, safety, love..."
Number One was afraid that speaking too sincerely would have the opposite effect. He had heard that some people, when their boss initiated company-wide team-building activities or speeches, got too excited and too cooperative, which led to accidents and half the result with twice the effort. It sounded like a joke, and it seemed like it when said and seen, but it would be terrible if such a thing happened to the person involved.
It's like seeking revenge on the wrong person over and over again.
This is not good.
Jongin looked at him and said, "Go on."
Number One felt a little scalp-tingling, but thought, they look very powerful, and they are actually very powerful, they won't kill me here, if they wanted to kill me, they would have killed me long ago, there is no need to wait for a while. They don't look like they like to play tricks on me, I hope not, but if they really want to kill me, there is nothing I can do, although lying down and dying is not good, it is better than being cut into pieces.
"I, I," Number One stammered a little, showing a silly smile, like a drunk child who didn't realize his own condition, "I can still sleep well here, and I can guarantee that I won't die now, which is already good enough."
I am very content, he thought.
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