Chapter 52
The Common Track channel was opened with the original intention of promoting the harmonious and friendly atmosphere of Nebula. At the beginning of the promotion, the videos selected were mostly previous Nebula celebrations, which were a noisy and joyful scene. Not many people paid attention to the personal life of the Marshal.
Not to mention CP videos.
But today, Niao Niao Shengyan just updated a short clip, and all the videos she had posted in the past were posted on the homepage with the logo of her level 6 account.
All the viewers who had only been able to see some serious videos here in the past were shocked by the completely different image of the marshal simply presented in the video.
But they do not think that this is a deconstruction of the image of the marshal. On the contrary, this narration and portrayal makes their image more vivid.
For the first time, they realized that the marshals were real. They were not cold fighting machines, but writers of history. This kind of writing did not mean precision, accuracy, or inhumanity, but meant that they faced more choices and sacrifices.
No one wants to see this kind of sacrifice. But this kind of sacrifice is exactly what they have to do at the moment.
Wei Qi just got the temporary optical computer chip. He inserted his old optical computer under the sheltered platform of the air route in the hidden sight of others. Then he saw the rotating floating video, which began to recommend "Meteor Fall".
She watched the video to the end. When she saw many people passing by, they would stop to watch the video, then excitedly hold her friend’s hand and say, “This is what I told you about! It’s super popular!”
"This can't be true, right? Is Marshal Ying Ying okay?"
"Of course it's not real, it's an edit, edited by AI, but this person's ideas and thoughts are really amazing, especially the good stuff about Ying Pei, she can really hit the mark every time, especially the video she updated recently."
The voice faded away. Wei Qi put on his wired headphones and was about to watch a teaching video when two girls suddenly started to push and shove each other. One of them suppressed her excitement and came forward to whisper, "Hello."
Wei Qi looked up and found that they were also wearing wired headphones. This was quite strange. Wei Qi smiled and nodded: "Hello."
The girl looked at her friend and hesitated: "Why are you here alone?"
Wei Qi raised the bracelet on his hand and said, "My household registration has been cancelled, and I am here to restore it." He did not hide his identity as a third-class citizen.
The girl was not surprised at all. Or rather, her friendliness and gentleness made Wei Qi, who was used to being discriminated against, a little surprised.
She held her friend's arm, and the other girl nodded shyly: "It's okay, it's okay. This process is very easy. I was accidentally deregistered before. If you don't mind, we can take you there."
Wei Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Sure, thank you. But can I ask why?"
She felt that she was not so conspicuous, or rather, she thought that they did not need to come to help her, unless...
Just as Wei Qi was about to turn sideways, the next video suddenly started playing on the rotating screen, but the girl had already taken Wei Qi's hand: "There's no reason, let's go."
Another girl blocked the parting scene in the video and said shyly, "Hello."
"She is my friend, her name is He Fei, and my name is Yao Xing!"
Wei Qi: "Hello."
The adjutant saw this scene through the locator in the old optical computer and wanted to report it to the marshal, but when he entered the command cabin, he did not see the marshal.
Rest cabin.
In front of two-thirds of the porthole, a holographic image was projected on a curtain with the starry sky and porthole as the background. The stars were bright, but the glass was thick and blurry, and the image became a star stream that would be produced during the jump.
The particles that make up the universe are both far away and close at hand. Zhu Heng is just outside the screen, watching her back for only a few seconds, and then narrates:
[The Marshal’s wife was executed the day after they sent out the announcement using an interstellar message that would take at least three days to receive. The Marshal was not even allowed to be informed.]
The mental barrier around Zhu Heng shattered for a moment, and when the resistance pressure of the porthole monitored by Jingwei reached the critical value, the mental barrier collapsed and the colliding mental force also stopped.
Zhu Heng's expression did not change. When the landing was announced on the communication channel, he turned on the "Echo" that had been stopped before.
Military affairs were at hand, and he glanced at the meeting invitation of the conference court on the holographic screen, as well as the signing of matters concerning joint training. The conference court was fair and strict, and it was natural that the consent of several marshals would be required to advance the proposal.
However, the meeting hall clearly stated that they would obtain the consent of several marshals before the next meeting. Zhu Heng did not reply to the message, but passed it by and continued to deal with the following matters.
When the video reached the stage where they pretended to be in love and happy, Zhu Heng stopped working again.
Zhu Heng rarely saw Wei Qi in the video, and when she left, he did not leave her light computer account, of course, only on the surface.
The string of numbers appeared clearly when he closed his eyes. However, the communication between Pei Shiyun and Ying Ying was still restricted by the conference court, not to mention the third-class citizen account that needed to be translated through special codes.
Wei Qi in the video drank some wine.
She held her head up, her seaweed-like hair falling down, a few strands tangled around her fingers, she combed her long hair, but still couldn't pull it apart. Zhu Heng knew that she never wanted to deal with these little things, and usually he would have reached out and put it behind her ears.
But they have only been apart for fifteen years and have no intention of being together again, so Zhu Heng just watched. Zhu Heng outside the video thought that if it were him, he would probably just watch.
The military affairs were temporarily dealt with, and Zhu Heng sat down to watch the video, but his eyes turned uncontrollably to the always quiet interpretation channel on the holographic video.
Until the sound in the video started.
The mighty anchoring air currents roared around the fleet like a vortex. The officers and subordinates of the team that were to be reviewed and reorganized were already waiting at the naval port.
But amidst the sound of the air explosion that was like a storm approaching, there was a voice saying, "Are you going to run away again?"
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If the Southern Region wants to participate in the tripartite joint training, review and reorganization is a necessary process, so Admiral Cheng Xu waited at the military port early in the morning, waiting for Marshal Zhu Heng to arrive.
Marshal Zhu Heng was indeed very punctual.
He walked down the gangway, the medals and golden tassels on his shoulders swaying in the wind, and his cloak draped over his shoulders. He looked just like in that scene in the waste film, when he was standing by the porthole of the command ship, with his eyes lowered, gazing at the southern region guarded by the patrol force he led like a guardian angel.
Firm and reliable.
No, it was his daughter who made him watch too many videos like this. Admiral Cheng Xu immediately shook his head, drove these messy thoughts out of his mind, and then stepped forward to greet and salute: "Marshal."
Marshal Zhu Heng glanced at him and asked, "Where is the person in charge of the Publicity and Implementation Department?"
Each independent combat unit has its own publicity and implementation department, but the overall public opinion outlet is controlled by the conference court. This is why Sheng Zhuo can open some propaganda channels in the military for Chu Zhao, but cannot fully promote her video.
If Chu Zhao's videos are to be completely unrestricted, the only way is through official promotion by Common Rail.
But this was not a reason for Zhu Heng to abandon the independent publicity and implementation offices of each department. Although in order to avoid disputes, the publicity and implementation offices were usually managed by the meeting court and the supreme commander would not interfere, after the joint training began, Pei Shiyun and Ying Ying made some adjustments to the publicity and implementation offices.
Zhu Heng also didn't want to get involved in the dispute over the joint training. He listened to Cheng Xu's explanation that the Publicity and Implementation Department was not part of the core decision-making level of the base, so they didn't come to greet him this time, and reached out to take the login key from the adjutant.
"The Publicity and Implementation Department is connected to the Conference Court, but that doesn't mean it's not part of your responsibilities."
General Cheng Xu nodded in agreement.
Zhu Heng lowered his eyes.
And the actions of the conference court in the video did indeed touch his reverse scale. It was not only the arrogance and ignorance of the conference court that led them to convict Wei Qi in the video without any investigation, but also meant that they might have higher and broader rights in the future.
He left so many people with Wei Qi, but they could actually bypass him and attack her. Jingwei suddenly started to call the police.
As top psychics, Admiral Cheng Xu and his adjutant quickly noticed the mental fluctuation at that moment. In addition, Marshal Zhu Heng did not block it, so both of them paused at the same time.
The adjutant was startled, but Marshal Zhu Heng had already calmed down and spoke calmly, with no abnormality in his mental strength: "Call the people over."
Admiral Cheng Xu was worried. After all, contacting public opinion was not a very good signal. The Conference Chamber had been controlling the propaganda department for many years for this reason. Now the Marshal suddenly wanted to take over:
"We're already in contact. Does the Marshal have any instructions?"
Zhu Heng: "Gather for a meeting."
He looked at his adjutant and said, "Please help me contact Marshal Ying Ying."
Admiral Cheng Xu watched his adjutant, who was one rank higher than him, busying around, and suddenly a strange idea popped into his mind. Could it be that the Marshal's contact with the Propaganda Department was related to those CP videos that were becoming more and more widely circulated?
It was not accidental that he could see Wei Heng's CP video. It was because he received some promotional resources from the military and officially joined the common channel that the CP fans who had nowhere to express their enthusiasm before were finally able to express it, especially the younger generation who were more active in thinking and more receptive.
They are passionate and energetic, and they know how to hype up a topic better than the military or even the government, so once the smoke came in, the homepage video was even more popular.
Before ordinary viewers could be poisoned by the serious and boring official videos, the homepage was filled with well-reasoned and plausible CP videos.
Audience: It’s amazing.
They originally thought that this was another old-fashioned and boring preaching channel, filled with all kinds of old-fashioned jump science and marching daily life. They didn't expect that Nebula would take such a big step. After relaxing the restrictions on discussions of public figures, it directly began to observe the marshal's private life in depth without restraint and dogma?
And these observations are reasonable. Whether you have seen CP videos or not, you can see that the processing of the video is quite careful and delicate. This is what Zhu Sui said before, the real details.
Such real details will inevitably become the wings of the CP video, making it easier and faster for them to be accepted by others, and then snowballing to expand the popularity of Xiaoxiaoshengyan and Ying Pei.
In comparison, Wei Heng can only be regarded as a rising star, but his popularity is definitely not low. Therefore, General Cheng Xu's association is definitely not unreasonable, and it can even be said to have hit the nail on the head.
But Cheng Xu couldn't possibly understand what Marshal Zhu Heng was thinking, but the video could.
Chu Zhao actually thought about whether the editing scandal material had violated privacy, but since it was approved by Jingwei, it must not be a high-pressure situation where privacy becomes meaningless.
These clips are actually just some of the real details that are revealed among a large amount of real details, and strictly speaking they are not very detailed.
As a video creator, she of course accepted it with a smile.
Moreover, she rarely copied clips directly. Most of the time, she used the original material as the background, and AI and ideas assisted in the creation. This is also the reason why many people still get addicted to the video even though they know it is fake:
Her capture is so sharp and accurate that sometimes it is inevitable that people feel that the content in the video may have really happened, and that they did have regrets of one kind or another that have never been known to others.
Chu Zhao is like a lamp holder who illuminates this darkness. As long as her lamp stays on, these hidden thoughts will be known to everyone.
The new video is "Wanli Wuyi", which is a very short clip, like a trailer. Later, Chu Zhao did update the sequel. The two videos are connected together, but in fact, they are only ten years in the series.
"Your teacher and I have gone to see her. The girl from the Zhou family is very good. She works at the Academy of Sciences and is a leading scholar. Her research is all about the changes in mecha turbine technology and jump technology, which is helpful in combat. She is a good match for you."
The voice in the video did not show his face, only Marshal Zhu Heng took his seat. The Zhou family did not really exist, it was a figment of Chu Zhao's imagination. She was not so stubborn that she offended the Zhu family and the meeting court, and then offended the Li family and the Liu family.
But she actually knew that Marshal Zhu Heng refused to marry General Li Yu of the Li family. So Marshal Zhu Heng in the video said: "Is he as suitable as Staff Officer Li Yu?"
There was a sudden voice, but nothing was thrown out: "Asshole!"
The voice endured and endured: "The Li family was lucky to find a D-level mental force that resonates with Li Yu. Other generals haven't had one in many years! Li Yu was able to escape death, do you expect you can do the same!"
"Without a partner, how can you resonate with others, and how can you keep your mental strength stable!"
Zhu Heng: "Is resonance for escaping death?"
His voice was filled with anger for a moment. Before he could say anything, Zhu Heng had already stood up: "I didn't come back to argue with you. If you want to talk about this, then I'll go back first."
The voice was full of rapid breathing, and suddenly it was full of sarcasm: "You parted ways with your family for a third-class citizen before, and now you come back, isn't it because of your genetic disease? Do you want your family to cover for you?"
He said angrily:
"What good is there for you to do with that third-class citizen? Mental instability is a huge hidden danger on the battlefield! If your last name wasn't Zhu, the military would have even removed you from your position right now! You are simply acting recklessly!"
Marshal Zhu Heng remained silent after saying so much. He did not get angry, nor did he open his mouth to refute. He only spoke slowly at the last sentence accompanied by the sound of the man knocking on the table: "I still have a patrol mission. Please take care of yourself."
"What did you say?! You just had a mental breakdown. Don't you need to go to a treatment center? Don't you need to solve your genetic disease?!"
This was the reason why the voice was not as harsh and ruthless as it was last time. Marshal Zhu Heng still had a genetic disease, and it was probably quite serious.
But he did not stay. He just reiterated when he left: "My genetic disease was triggered by myself. It has nothing to do with her. I hope you will not take your anger out on her."
"Where is she? In the East or the West? Maybe in some outer galaxy. She has implicated a regional marshal and wants to escape. I am reporting to the nebula now. I wonder how many people will dig deep to find her." These words were clearly a threat, but they seemed to have lost their credibility because they had been repeated too many times.
Zhu Heng also seemed to know clearly that based on his illness, the Zhu family would no longer take any extreme actions. His words even sounded a little ridiculous as they gradually lost their final tone.
Belated compromise and weakness.
Zhu Heng: "I will let Jingwei monitor my physical condition, please don't worry." His voice was very angry. When Zhu Heng left, his voice was cold and indifferent:
"You've waited for thousands of years, and she has already gone to live a carefree life. She might even have gotten married in order to seek asylum. What does it mean to have a sympathy with her? If she had a heart, she should have come back when the court hinted that you were ill!"
Zhu Heng stopped. He didn't turn around, but just said softly: "Is it really you who leaked it on purpose?"
".You have been unable to lead in battle for many years, and you have even started training students. Who can't see that you are affected by a genetic disease!" The voice was full of regret: "Over the years, SS psychics have been infected one after another, but you are the only one who has not yet found a partner."
"She may not know that resonance can actually cure genetic diseases."
This sentence made the audience watching the video gasp.
Zhu Heng and his voice were silent for a while. "Do you know that the rebels were killed?"
The air was suffocatingly quiet for a while. Zhu Heng smiled and said, "It's okay. You know I'm very fast. If I really want to escape, even you and the teacher won't be able to find where I'm buried. Since I didn't, I'll remain calm."
The voice remained silent.
Zhu Heng said calmly: "I advise you not to go find her, so that I can still have some delusion that she is still alive, and tell you that I can't cure her because you broke us up."
He added: "But that won't happen. With the Southern Territory watching, I won't lose control so easily."
The sound seemed to have fallen heavily into the chair, and even his hair looked older in the darkness. He seemed to move his lips to say something, but didn't.
Zhu Heng: "Zhu Zhao and Zhu Dongsheng are both calm and composed. The students I choose are not from the Zhu family, but I will always be biased towards the Zhu family. Don't worry, I will not let the Zhu family down."
The tone of his words was like saying that you hope I will inherit the glory of the Zhu family, and I have always inherited it well. Just like they have always regarded him as a machine, this machine will run smoothly for a long time.
Even if the program crashes unexpectedly, there will be others who can learn from the machine and continue to run. He did not consider the unplanned freedom.
All his freedom was given to him during the two or three months he spent with her day and night after he was accidentally injured in the mutiny zone and was picked up by her.
"Take care of yourself."
Marshal Zhu Heng was certainly not a heretic, on the contrary he was quite rational and calm, the most outstanding and outstanding person of his generation in the Zhu family. That was why they were so angry when they knew he was tainted by Wei Qi, and they were so powerless now.
There will never be another Zhu Heng in the Zhu family.
Of course he wouldn't have a second son.
But how could he have the nerve to admit that he was wrong? The voice clutched the armrest tightly and sat in the darkness.
It was not until the second time that Marshal Zhu Heng showed up at the celebration that he stopped. The Southern Region has always been the most difficult military region to manage. The difficulty lies not in its territory, but in the mobility of the patrolling forces.
Zhu Heng used to be the most stable one among them, but now he has to be accompanied by several star-level soldiers even when attending such occasions. That is not for protection, but for arrest at any time.
The genetic disease really became a curse. However, this curse did not affect the hybrids born from psychics and non-psychics. Instead, it made high-level psychics increasingly unstable.
In this kind of instability, resonance is a talisman. When the celebration ended, Chief of Staff Li Yu happened to be in sync with Marshal Zhu Heng.
Her words were simple: "The old marshal asked me to persuade you."
Zhu Heng tilted his head: "How is your health?"
Li Yu was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "They forced me to announce that he and I were just a temporary partner because of mutual comfort. How ridiculous! He saved my life, but they still deny it. Mutual comfort is not because of mutual love."
"This is not important to me anymore," Zhu Heng whispered, "Thank you for helping me investigate."
"There are so many people in the rebellious area, she may not be there—"
Zhu Heng interrupted her: "Chief of Staff Li, I haven't congratulated you on your promotion yet." He smiled faintly, his figure was tinged with coldness, tall and slightly thin, with his personal soldiers behind him with silent majesty.
"We parted in this kind of weather ten years ago. It's a pity that I didn't let her be free longer. It's my fault that she had to face this."
"I wish I had your luck." He only said these few words, and he was trying to persuade her: "Cherish what you have now."
The soldier whispered something in his ear and asked him to go through a separate passage. Li Yu felt it was ironic that a military marshal was under such high-level supervision. However, the lack of freedom of the marshals before the genetic disease occurred was no different from now.
Li Yu suddenly shouted: "I will help you continue looking."
Zhu Heng turned around and nodded to her. "Please tell her to see you later." Perhaps they would never see each other again.
After Marshal Zhu Heng brought the patrol troops back to the central galaxy, the Zhu family's attitude suddenly softened. They hardly said any harsh words and cooperated seamlessly during the meeting.
In the command ship, Zhu Heng looked at the person on the communication line and took off the chips on his wrist, a total of six or seven pieces, which fell on the robot's manipulator with a crisp sound.
It was the same voice, but much gentler: "How do you feel?"
Zhu Heng: "His mental strength has exceeded the threshold many times. You may need to arrange for Zhu Zhao to take office ahead of schedule." The person on the other side held his breath.
Over the years, Zhu Heng had never asked for anything, or he had become estranged from the Zhu family. But this time, perhaps it was too serious. He was silent for a while, then said slowly:
"Can you help me get some soil from the rebellious area?"
Something seemed to have been knocked over there, and there were noisy voices and chaotic footsteps. Zhu Heng seemed not to hear anything: "I don't have permission to enter."
He waited for a moment. "I want to take it into the Black Tower with me."
The screen was facing Marshal Zhu Heng. He was not much weaker, still upright and indifferent, but genetic disease was completely invisible, just like how they could veto all third-class citizens with just one case.
He didn't know how many people the Zhu family had tried over the years. No one could make him resonate again. No one in any district. They even tried the rebellious district. But the rebellious district was destroyed soon.
The voice stopped talking. He seemed to be too old, so a robot responded: "How long can you hold on?"
"Twelve days. Half a month at most."
That's just enough time to make a round trip to the rebellious zone.
Zhu Heng smiled and said, "I can't just forget about it."
When the call was about to end, the voice said, "Dad will definitely find it for you."
Zhu Heng listened quietly for a while and said, "Thank you."
In fact, he also knew that she would not come back. She had no conscience and would not sacrifice herself to marry him and comfort him just because he was ill for a long time. But she was nostalgic.
If she didn't come back, he really didn't know. He couldn't know. Who made him force himself to stop watching the clips and messages sent back by Jingwei after she left?
The loss of contact was just a matter of a moment. But he knew that twelve days had passed. He couldn't wait any longer. Mental power outage is not just a genetic disease.
The handover of the military department went smoothly. After all, they had always been wary of him as a time bomb. When talking to Pei Shiyun, he even mentioned the candidate for the successor student: "Please take care of it."
Pei Shiyun looked at him: "I can take you to the rebellious area."
Zhu Heng leaned against the mechanical wall. He could not accept the Zhu family's route, but now he suddenly raised his head, as if thinking carefully. After a while he asked: "What does resonance feel like?"
He was so young at the time that he didn't even know it was resonance.
Marshal Ying Ying walked in, and Pei Shiyun and she stood side by side without any hesitation. Marshal Ying Ying said, "A carpet search of the rebellious areas will begin soon."
Zhu Heng glanced at the two of them, stood up and smiled: "Her name is Wei Qi, her contact number is 27939398, and she likes to use the old-fashioned optical computer." He nodded to the two of them: "Thank you."
The car door opens.
Pei Shiyun: "There is no feeling in resonance. As long as you think about it, she will appear in your eyes." Ying Ying glanced at Pei Shiyun.
Pei Shiyun: "Have a nice trip."
The car door slowly closed in front of the two people.
Marshal Ying Ying said, "A few days ago, I patrolled and found several third-class citizens who escaped from the rebellious area." Seeing Pei Shiyun looking at her, she asked, "Why, you are the only one allowed to pay attention to the news from the rebellious area?"
Pei Shiyun: "I know. He knows it too. But it's unlikely." He shook his head.
"The consensus reached by the meeting this morning was that the mental turmoil is unlikely to be cured. The news had already reached the Zhu family. Why didn't the Zhu family use this to stop him from looking for Wei Qi? Because they knew that even if it couldn't be cured, his worries were all with Wei Qi."
Marshal Zhu Heng finally accepted the temporary treatment provided by the Council Chamber and controlled the spread of the genetic disease at the cost of permanently sacrificing a portion of his mental control, but the sequelae were serious.
The Zhu family originally didn't want him to go back, but his students couldn't control the patrol troops, so Marshal Zhu Heng took over again, and when he came back, he was no different from before.
"Is the memory complete?"
"Some of it was lost." Zhu Heng answered Pei Shiyun, and then he remembered the news he had just seen: "A part of the underground hiding area was found in the rebellious area, right?"
"Human survival wisdom is endless," Marshal Pei Shiyun wanted to continue speaking, but Marshal Zhu Heng said softly, "At times like this, I am actually glad."
The color of the picture, which had been dull and unclear like the black and white of an ink painting, finally became darker. Marshal Zhu Heng's cold and indifferent eyebrows became three-dimensional, and his gray-black pupils were light and bright, losing some of their brilliance, like the mechanical handrail next to him.
In fact, they are all dead things without any waves.
He said, “She’s not that into me.”
【If it’s like this, if it’s like this.】
[Losing contact may not be death, but something much lighter, boredom, or alienation. He can accept it.]
Pei Shiyun: "No regrets?"
The richly colored picture stopped, and it became silent, like a faded oil painting. Marshal Zhu Heng was still sitting in the black and white painting, expressionless and with pale pupils. He didn't speak.
I didn't say I regretted it, nor did I say I didn't regret it.
Two or three seconds passed.
"You said before that you would go back to the rebellion zone, and now that you finally woke up, you insisted on rushing to the central system. What do you want to do?"
The camera flicked to the big screen a few times: "Watching the Marshal's Medal Awarding again, watching the Marshal's Medal Awarding again, you see, I'm too lazy to say what's so good about this thing, no matter how good it is, you can't stare at it, right?"
Wei Qi came back to his senses and smiled: "Sorry."
The voice from the camera was suspicious: "Aren't you going to Zhu's house? Not going?" She muttered: "You owe me so much, if we weren't all third class."
Wei Qi stuffed the money into the camera, thought about it, and then stuffed the money in his pocket into the camera as well.
"It won't take that much!"
"I'll give it all to you. Anyway, I'm planning to travel on a budget, and it's more convenient to have no money."
"You, you, hey, we're in the South Region again, why don't you watch it!"
Wei Qi turned his back and waved his hand casually: "I won't watch it anymore. I haven't changed it yet."
"Marshal Zhu Heng is the most popular marshal we have seen in recent years! 91% of people are betting on whether he will lose the next battle?"
Wei Qi tilted his head and thought about it.
"When I have money, I will bet on him to lose the next battle."
"Why? You owe it! If Marshal Zhu's supporters hear this, they will beat you up!"
Wei Qi looked at his wounds from fighting the interstellar vortex, and the laser marks on his palms from escaping, and raised his eyebrows. It's nothing, why do you have to say there is a risk of genetic disease?
Even without marriage, isn't it possible to rely on resonance to comfort and safety? Although resonance does not mean marriage.
Wei Qi put his hands in his pockets: "No reason." He owes me.
A long, long time later.
"It's your turn. What do you want to bet on?"
Wei Qi said calmly: "Peak."
They wrote it off.
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