Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1027 Black Letter

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Even though Room 502 was weird, Yang Jian couldn't hold back and tried to split the door of this room.

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The door was unable to stop the hatchet's attack.

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This is a huge advantage for Yang Jian, which means that he can forcibly enter any room on the fifth floor of the post office.

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soon.

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The door of room 502 was forcibly split open.

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More than half of the wooden door was cracked, and there was no way to close it. If there were no accidents, this room would be considered abolished in the future. Because of the lack of protection of the door, the room could easily be invaded by the supernatural beings in the post office. .

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But even though the door was damaged to such an extent, Yang Jian stretched out his hand to open the door, but the wooden door didn't move at all, as if it was stuck.

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Something is still interfering.

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As a last resort.

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Yang Jian could only completely destroy the door.

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With one slash, the old wooden door became a piece of wood, and the shape of the door can no longer be seen.

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The room was dark and the lights were not on.

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This is very abnormal.

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According to normal circumstances, there must be lights in the messenger's room, because ghosts will not appear under the lights.

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The area covered by the lights in the post office represents a safe area.

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"There are ghosts in this room 502?" Yang Jian peeped with ghost eyes.

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Although ignoring the darkness, the walls of the room blocked his vision, and he couldn't see everything in the room clearly, but he saw that the room was extraordinarily damp, cold, and mold growth on the walls, as if it had been abandoned for several years. It doesn't look like someone is living and taking care of it at all.

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And the middle-aged man in his early fifties said before that he has lived here for a long time.

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Obviously, this is not right.

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The room doesn't look like the trace of someone living there for a long time. Instead, the previous room No. 501 is clean and tidy, and the oil lamp is on during the day, which is more suitable for living conditions.

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"We'll deal with that person first."

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Although Yang Jian was observing, he did not hesitate much, and soon he walked into the room.

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He wants to find that person and steal his memory.

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The structure of the room is the same as other rooms, and there is not much difference. After Yang Jian walked in, the pair of strange eyes in the hall behind him immediately retracted. to keep an eye on.

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I don't know if this is good news.

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He came to the living room of this room.

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The living room is damp, the old sofa is dirty and unmaintained, there are several faded pictorials on the walls, and there are still some unopened foods on the dining table, and the production dates of those foods They were all twenty years ago, and they didn't look like they had been moved.

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"Living people need to eat, but dead people and ghosts don't need to eat." Yang Jian held a cracked spear, the ghost's eyes turned and looked around.

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He can be sure.

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The middle-aged man in his early fifties just now was not alive at all.

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"In the bathroom."

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Suddenly.

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Yang Jian moved abruptly, he noticed something, and immediately walked directly to the bathroom.

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The door of the bathroom is half-closed, and the rest of the place is old, but the door handle is relatively clean, and it seems that people often open the door to come in and out.

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He opened the bathroom door.

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immediately.

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Yang Jian's face changed slightly. He saw a corpse that had basically rotted into bones. The corpse was lying in the bathtub with his mouth open, as if he was in pain and unwilling to die.

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"It's the person from before."

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He could identify it from the clothes of the corpse that had not yet rotted away, and the bones were the man in his early fifties.

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She took a few steps closer and took another look.

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At this time, Yang Jian saw that the dead bone was holding a letter tightly in his hand.

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It was the style of a post office letter, but the color of the letter was never seen before, it turned out to be a black envelope.

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"Black letter?" Yang Jian frowned.

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He has seen yellow letters and very dangerous red letters, but he has never seen black letters.

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However, the post office's letter paper is black.

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"A black letter that was neither sent nor torn up, what does it mean?" Yang Jian was puzzled.

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In general, there are only three results for a messenger to deliver a letter.

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The delivery failed and was destroyed by the group.

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The message was sent successfully.

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Tear up the letter.

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This is the fourth situation. If the letter is not delivered, the person dies again. The key is to die in the post office. If he dies outside, then it is the first situation. If the delivery fails, the group will be destroyed.

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But the letter died before the courier left the post office, which is really incomprehensible.

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If the messenger is unwilling to deliver the letter, he will tear up the letter instead of holding it in his hand.

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"Anyway, this letter should not be simple, it must be a very special existence."

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Just when Yang Jian was thinking.

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"Cough cough."

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The lights that were extinguished in the living room suddenly flickered, and then a weak coughing sound appeared. After this sound appeared, footsteps sounded in the living room, and it seemed that someone appeared suddenly.

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Yang Jian didn't look back immediately.

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His ghost eyes had already seen the scene behind him.

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Abandoned, in the old room, the middle-aged man in his early fifties reappeared. He stood motionless like a dead corpse, and looked here strangely.

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"boom!"

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However, in the next moment, a cracked spear appeared in an instant with the red light, hardly giving anyone any reaction time. penetrated.

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Yang Jian retracted his palm, and then turned around: "What the **** are you?"

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The middle-aged man in his early fifties was still standing there, as if he was not affected by the supernatural weapon, like a residual image, not real at all.

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"It seems that the messenger on the fourth floor really has an incredible presence."

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He looked calm and a little numb: "You are very special, unlike other messengers parasitized by ghosts, you can master supernatural power very skillfully, and turn this supernatural power into your own power, the attack just now. I saw it, if it was a Specter, it would have been solved by you by now."

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"It's the first time I've seen someone who harnesses supernatural power like you, uses it, and then turns to deal with Specter."

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"I thought you already knew the existence of Ghost Riders, but now it seems that you really can't get out of this room." Yang Jian said, "What's your name? What is your identity outside?"

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The man appeared with the lights in the room flickering, and he still stood there expressionlessly and said: "You are right in your analysis, I am just a resentful spirit trapped in this room, relying on supernatural power to exist, Can't die, and can't get rid of it, didn't you find my body in the toilet?"

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"As for my name and identity, it doesn't really matter, but the former messengers called me Lao Li."

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Old Li?

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Obviously, he is someone Li who does not want to reveal his real name.

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This is also normal. Many people in the spiritual circle will call themselves by a random name, just like the previous eagle.

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It's not to deceive people on purpose, but to reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

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"But you haven't told me what your name is." The man who called himself Lao Li asked.

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"Yang Jian."

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Old Li continued: "The surname is Yang? It's similar to the man in the oil painting. What's the relationship between you two?"

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"You said that oil painting? The painting on it should be of my long-dead father." Yang Jian said, "For you, a dead person, knowing this doesn't seem to be of much use."

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"So it is." Old Li said.

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At this moment, the lights flickered, as if they were about to go out, and the man who claimed to be Lao Li seemed to be disappearing again, giving people a very unreal feeling.

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Yang Jian understood.

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This person was also a messenger before, and has long since died. The reason why he exists now is only because of some supernatural phenomenon. Once the supernatural disappears, or a certain balance is broken, he will die completely, just like the original Just like his father, he exists by relying on dreams.

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This person also relies on this room to exist.

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It's just that Yang Jian doesn't know how this person did it. He has been dead for so long, but he has not died yet.

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"You are not the first to come to this room." Old Li said suddenly as if talking to himself.

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"Many people died in this room and didn't go out again."

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Yang Jian frowned; "So you want to kill me too?"

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"I wouldn't talk to you so much if I wanted to kill you, I wish there was someone who could get into this room and get out alive and end everything in the post office, it's just a pity for the people I chose, they Can't do it."

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Old Li said.

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"What is that black letter?" Yang Jian continued.

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"An end also represents a beginning." Old Li said something mysterious.

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But the lights around him flickered and went out for a longer period of time. His figure gradually disappeared as the lights went out, and gradually appeared as the lights came on.

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There is no entity, just a supernatural phenomenon.

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Yang Jian looked up at the light bulb above his head.

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There was actually a human-shaped pattern on the light bulb, as if it had been drawn, and it was like a sticker of a character stuck on it.

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It turned out that this was the reason why this old Li was able to appear in the room.

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"The light appears because the power of the post office has the upper hand and suppresses the supernatural, so Lao Li will appear, and the light goes out because there are ghosts in this room, and now there is a delicate balance between the ghost and the post office room, so Lao Li It was neither completely engulfed by ghosts, nor completely erased by the power of the post office."

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"He survived in a special way in the cracks."

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Yang Jian can be said to be experienced and vicious. After finding the clue, he immediately analyzed a general situation.

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"Leave this room with that black letter, and the operation of the post office will have a new beginning, that is the last chance, and the only chance, otherwise this place will be completely out of control, and all the messengers will All will die, and all the ghosts imprisoned in this post office will be released."

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Lao Li said, "Be careful, ghosts are about to appear..."

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He didn't give Yang Jian a chance to ask more questions. After saying this, he disappeared with the lights going out at the end.

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The room returned to deadly silence again.

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Immediately afterwards, there was a clear dripping sound from the toilet behind him. It seemed that someone had turned on the faucet, and the surrounding air became more and more gloomy.

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"He wants me to leave here with a black letter, and I'm not the first person to enter this room because of the meaning. Others have also been introduced into the room by this old Li, but those people have all failed and were ghosted. killed..."

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Yang Jian narrowed his eyes: "Interesting."

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A person who has been dead for many years seems to have set up a game before his death, and is looking for someone who breaks the game.

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Let's see who can leave this room with the black letter.

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"So, everything needs to start with that black letter contact."

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Yang Jian returned to the bathroom again.

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The bone-like corpse was still in the bathtub, and a black letter was held tightly in his hand, which seemed very important.

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The water droplets are dripping from the top of the head at this moment.

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The walls of the bathroom are covered with water droplets, and some bad supernatural phenomena are happening.

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But it hasn't completely out of control yet, because Yang Jian hasn't touched the black letter yet.

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But the next moment.

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However, he strode over and directly reached out and snatched the black letter from the corpse's hand.

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The moment the black letter was taken away, it seemed that some kind of balance in the room was broken, and an unexpected thing happened immediately. Originally, the walls of the bathroom were just water droplets, but at this moment the water droplets that penetrated changed. It became a drop of blood, which kept flowing out of the gap on the wall.

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And the tiles on the wall were bulging one after another, as if something wanted to drill out of the wall.

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"Just leaving this room should be an easy task. Why couldn't the messenger who entered this room and got the black letter before?"

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With this doubt, Yang Jian ignored the supernatural phenomena around him. He went straight to the living room, and walked towards the door with the cracked spear in his hand.

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But before he took a step, he found that the door leading to the outside had disappeared.

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A mottled wall appeared in front of him.

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"It's not an illusion, but the environment in the room has really changed." Under Yang Jian's ghost eyes, the wall was real.

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"There are ghosts that are affecting reality and interfering with everything in the entire room. That's right. It's not easy for a messenger to deal with a ghost that can affect and change reality."

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To completely affect reality means that everything that a ghost can distort reality is just like the liar in Yang Jian's hands.

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It's just that the liar ghost needs to use the meaning of living people as a reference to influence reality~www.readwn.com~ But the ghost in this room does not need it.

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"There will be no way out of this room. If you want to leave here, you must get rid of the ghosts here." Yang Jian gave up the idea of ​​finding a way out.

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Everything in reality can be changed, the road is impossible, and only by cutting off the source of supernatural beings.

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"boom!"

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Suddenly.

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At this moment, one of the walls of the room suddenly collapsed.

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It seems too old and unbearable.

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But there were rotting corpses in the wall. These corpses were piled up together, and they were built into the wall. There were at least seven or eight corpses, some male and female, and some corpses had their ashen eyes open. , the whole body is not rotted in the slightest.

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"The messenger who died in this room before?"

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Yang Jian glanced at it and could roughly guess the identities of these corpses.

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No wonder the room was so dark, damp, and the lights flickered.

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You must know that the messengers who can enter the fifth floor are basically ghost riders.

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The more corpses, the more fierce the room.

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A bit of Calvin...

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(End of this chapter)

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