Hidden Assassin

one,

Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris, France, early morning.

The hall was brightly lit and crowded with people. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows let the lights shine through, and also reflected the orderly take-off and landing of the plane. It was raining lightly, and when she walked out of the security check gate, she saw a woman waving on the opposite side.

"Hi, Yahan, here."

"Jolin."

The woman who picked up the plane was tall, with a good face, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and an elegant white winter dress. Her black hair was casually curled up behind her head, and she was similar to Ya Han, who was the vice president of a large company at the moment. Similar independent temperament, but more casual, the two hugged in the hall, Ruolin reached out to take Yahan's suitcase: "It's just in time, the morning in Paris feels good."

"No trouble?"

"Where, I live alone, I wish someone could come and keep me company."

Yahan grinned: "I'm afraid that I will scare away the people who really come to keep you company."

"You……"

The two women walked out of the airport talking and laughing, Ruolin put on a beige windbreaker: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to travel alone. How are you with Xu Mo?"

"Why do you always say me and Xu Mo?"

"He has been chasing you for many years. Haven't you been together all the time? This year when I met Lizhen, I said that I might get married. I'm planning to go back to China."

It is raining lightly, and the morning breeze outside the airport is cool. The roads, overpasses, passing vehicles, pedestrians, and lights are hidden in a delicate navy blue rain curtain. The outline of the modern city is cold and warm at the moment before dawn. Ruolin walked to her car, opened the back cover, put the box in, and frowned: "What? It's all rumors? You told Xu Mo..."

Beside the car door on the other side, Yahan looked at the brightly lit airport hall, and frowned slightly: "We're not together, but... If we want to get married, Xu Mo and I seem to be the most suitable, right? "

"Appropriate?" Ruo Lin looked over suspiciously.

"suitable."

"Well……"

She nodded and stopped talking about this topic, the two got into the car, Ruolin started the car, turned her head and smiled.

"Welcome to Paris."

two,

"Human beings will radiate the strongest light when they are desperate and desperate. Human nature, strength, blood, and sentiment will explode like burning. That is also the most brilliant moment for everyone..."

It seems that a certain lolicon named Mishouki seems to have said something similar, but the specific facts...he has never seen it.

Blood, flames, dead bodies, collapsed walls, and ruined houses. The music played on the DVD is "Ode to Joy" by a certain choir. A man covered in blood was tied to a chair in the middle of the house and blocked with a towel mouth, a man named Zhushen Wunian was standing in front of him, holding a hammer in his right hand, beating the beat like a baton, eyes slightly closed, a little selfless in the music.

"Da da da da... Holy and beautiful, brilliant light shines on the earth, we have fiery enthusiasm... Da da da da da da da..."

At a certain moment when the music was playing, a gunshot sounded in another room, followed by chaotic gunshots, and the gods Wunian's intoxicated expressions froze in mid-air, and then the hammer in his hand smashed down, and the One of the fingers of the man tied to the chair was shattered. He spread his hands and looked at the broken room.

"Li Ming—— Dao Xu, please, can you be a little quieter, be quiet! OK?"

"Okay, I'll try..."

The man's answer came from the gunshots over there, Zhushen Wunian blinked his eyes and nodded: "That's great..." Before he finished speaking, the rumbling sound of the grenade explosion swept across the entire villa and was weakened. A wave of air rolled in through the door, making his hair dance. The man froze there for a long while, finally sighed helplessly and shook his head, his eyes turned back to the man's distorted face in pain, to his smashed fingers, and then back to the hammer in his hand, with empathy on his face Painful expression, bewildered gestures.

"Oh...it's really...you know, I'm really, really sorry, oh...it must hurt, but I can't help myself when I'm disturbed, it's a...bad thing." His hands Dancing in the air, and then slapping the man's distorted face a few times, "Beautiful music, magnificent flames, what a beautiful day, on such a day, you feel the most brilliant moment in your life, there is a great love between us Fierce collision, fierce... Imagine, two unrelated lives suddenly had such a fierce intersection, what should this be called... Fate, no, fate, it is fate, Joseph..."

He looked at the man's red eyes, with a slightly nervous smile on his face, and then, with a bang, he hit the hammer again, and the veins on the man's forehead burst out, and the twisted face almost oozes blood.

"Look, that's it, right? You must have felt this intersection is so strong, every time I think of this kind of thing, I get very excited... Pain, pain can make people feel their own survival, what a wonderful feeling, although Some people try to avoid it. Joseph Joseph Joseph, that's the look, that's the... you know? From the first time I saw your picture I knew we could be friends..."

He swung the hammer in his hand twice, but didn't hit it, and took out a CD case from the side with the other hand: "Look, I like this disc very much, great music, we have similar tastes in music, but ..." With a bang, the hammer finally fell down.

"But I didn't find the song 'Blue Caribbean' in your collection." He rummaged through the CDs on the shelf, and everything was thrown all over the floor, then he turned around and spread his hands, " This song can make people feel a kind of magnificence, like the sound of nature, you must listen to it if you have the chance... You know, I would love to introduce the beauty of this song to you in detail, but unfortunately we do not No more time, as a friend, I just want you to do me a little favor and tell me where he is, you know... all you need to do is nod and I know I can plug you Mouth damn thing off, you say it, I'm leaving, then you can go to the store and buy that song back and listen to it all day with no one bothering you and get a good night's sleep...you see your There are only two fingers left on my left hand..."

boom--

"Okay... now there's only one left..."

The music continued, and the gunfire continued in the villa. After a while, a siren sounded faintly outside the window. The police car stopped outside the villa. Zhushen Wunian took a deep breath, and then yelled over there: "Please——can you make this world quiet for a little bit!"

"Okay, I'll try my best to..."

As soon as the voice in the other room fell, red flames shot out from the window over there, the shooting of the rocket launcher pierced the night, and the explosion of the police car raised astonishing flames, which brought a huge shock at the same time, and the sound of the music was covered by the huge explosion In the past, Zhushen Wunian rubbed his forehead and talked to the man in front of him: "The bazooka, I didn't even know he had the bazooka, you know, he's a lunatic..." He went to the side to adjust the dvd, pointed Forehead, "...there is a problem here."

The two continued to look at each other amidst the sound of the music, Zhushen Wunian hummed the song softly, for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, in the air, there was a faint crying sound from the side of the room, the bound man Before there was a look of fear in their eyes, Wu Nian suddenly turned to the other side and said, "I've said it a hundred times, can you be quiet!" Following the shout that shook the room, a gun was shot The hands of the gods Wu Nian continuously emitted flames, and the man nodded desperately. The bullet had already shot through the cabinet on the side of the room, and a corpse fell out of the cabinet. It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. The gods Wu Nian shook the pistol and sighed.

"Oh, I really look like you, your eldest son... You see, I already knew they were hiding here. My request is very simple. I just want them to be quiet, really quiet. Yes, but why can't I be satisfied with such a trivial request? This kind of thing really makes me very sad. I have always been...very sad. This world is like this, even if it is a small request, you often have to accept it. Satisfied...did you notice I used the word 'they'? I know there's one in the closet next door, but you see, me, very fair...oh yes, I noticed you just kept nodding, I'm sorry, but I'll help you remove these things, if we could have communicated in such a friendly atmosphere early in the morning, such a... regrettable thing would not have happened."

He pouted: "...it's all your fault."

Three minutes later, Zhushen Wunian wiped the blood stains on his sleeves with a paper towel, and joined another man at the entrance of the villa. The flames were burning in the villa behind them, and the music of "Ode to Joy" came from the villa. , In the far night sky, it seems that a large force of police is rushing here.

"If I knew I would be attacked, I wouldn't live in such a remote place." A companion named Liming Daoxu held a metal box in his hand and looked back at the burning villa, "Where do we go next?"

"France." Zhushen Wunian tilted his head, "That guy went to Paris to participate in some messy financial summit, and received news of someone's assassination. He left early this morning... Ha, a politician..."

"Paris, I like that city."

"I hate France."

"Why?"

"The French are against everything, even their own country and government, and they call it freedom..." Reaching out and throwing a tissue into the fire of a police car on the side of the road, "In my opinion, they are the same as those who pursue individuality and oppose everything Kids are no different...although their countries and governments are really stupid too."

"Oh." Liming Daoxu nodded noncommittally, "But speaking of Paris, we might meet Yuan Lai Chaochuang and his partner in the past."

Gods Wu Nian stopped: "Are they in Paris?"

"There's a mission to assassinate a French dignitary, I guess I'll let them do it by the way."

"Okay." Before the police car arrived, they opened the door of the car parked on the side of the road, "Let's go to Paris."

...

"You know he's Chinese, and I hate Chinese."

"Of course...because you're a patriot."

"That's right, the Japanese should hate the Chinese."

The wind helped the fire, and the music of "Ode to Joy" spread far and wide in the night sky...

three,

"Although we are very familiar...but I will still sue you for defamation..."

On a rainy morning, in a coffee shop on the left bank of the Seine, Yuan Lai Chaochuang threw the newspaper on the table and frowned slightly.

"That matter has nothing to do with me." Across the table, the young partner was drinking coffee while reading the newspaper without looking up, "Besides, you really don't like women."

"I like women."

Yuan Lai Chaochuang stated this, his partner put down the newspaper, raised his head, and looked at each other.

"Well, it has nothing to do with me anyway..." He tilted his head after a while, "But that woman is really good on the bed."

"Have you been there?"

"Last year...it was recommended to you only if it was of high quality. I think you should have a wider range of interests. After all, it's not a happy thing to be always guessed as gay..."

"Don't you sleep with women to prove that you are not gay?"

"Uh, it's just a suggestion...and she has been interested in you for a long time, your rejection will definitely make her very sad..."

"Will you be sad?"

"..."

There was silence for a while, before my partner picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Maybe... maybe..."

"oh."

Neither of them has much right to say whether they are sad or not, so they shrugged and smiled, and the topic ended here. After a while, the two of them went out from the door after breakfast, each held up their umbrellas, passed through the crowd, Minamoto Yoritomo Chuang buttoned up his sleeves as he walked: "I'll do it the day after tomorrow. Two days of investigation should be enough. How about you?"

The partner frowned slightly, and glanced across the rain-shrouded Seine: "Confirm the mission, and then go to visit the grave."

"Natalie's?"

"Well, this is the first time I've done this kind of thing, what should I pay attention to?"

"Tomb-sweeping... just cleaning..."

"Well, cleaning..."

"Send something you liked to eat when you were alive..."

The two stopped at the intersection and looked at the pedestrians around them. They were a little funny to each other. Speaking of which, everyone had harvested more than three digits of lives in their hands. They had never done such a thing as grave sweeping, but it was reasonable to think about it. Tomb-sweeping is nothing more than cleaning. The partner nodded, chewing on the meaning of the words, and then pointed to the left turn, Yuan Lai Chaochuang pointed to the right, the two turned and separated, walked a few steps, Yuan Lai Chaochuang heard a voice behind him: "Uh, I said……"

"What?" The partner looked at him a few steps away.

"Personal opinion, if there is someone who really cares, wouldn't it be better to find another woman for everyone to see?"

Yuan Lai Chaochuang nodded: "Transfer target?"

"Transfer target."

Whether it's a killer or an agent, people in the dark world generally have nothing to worry about, because once they encounter an attack, the enemy will do everything they can. There is no morality in this world, probably because he has sensed the evil in his heart. Some kind of unstable factor, the companion will speak for this kind of thing. Even if it is a partner, there are not many people in their profession who would give advice on the other party's private affairs. Yuan Lai Chaochuang smiled: "I see...you are always sensible."

"Just wishing to live."

"The situation is a bit special." Yuan Lai Chaochuang said, "For example... how do you feel about Natalie?"

"You mean love?" The partner was already talking about the dead, "I don't think... probably counts, I don't know how to sum it up, but when she dies, I will also feel very sad."

"For me, it's probably a symbol, or a connection point or something."

"Symbols, connecting points..." In the crowd, the ordinary-looking young people laughed clearly, "Understood, although I can't empathize with them, I think I know what it is."

"See you tonight."

"See you tonight."

They turned around and parted ways.

...

Holding an umbrella, he walked through the rainy streets of Paris.

just wishing to live...

Of course life is not so simple, as life must have various meanings.

His code name for becoming a killer is "Illusion", and he is currently called Bai Ye temporarily. The code name is just a code name, which does not have any meaning in itself. Although many people have said that this code name is very suitable for him, it obviously exists, but it does not seem to feel at all. In general, he obviously killed the target, but in hindsight, it seems that it never happened at all. Even the loss of life seems to be a dream. He is doing what ordinary people should do like ordinary people. In his hands, killing such a thing is neither full of the intensity of destruction, nor the decadence of disappearance, everything is ordinary and reasonable.

Killing is just killing, just like everyone has their own things to do. The experience since childhood determines what he is best at. It probably doesn’t make sense to say that he is involuntary or struggling cruelly. The past is piled up. Some people work as mechanics, some play football, some play the piano, and he just kills people. There is nothing abnormal about this, and he doesn’t get any pain or embarrassment from it. I have encountered it, but it must be the same as a mechanic encountering a difficult machine tool, an athlete encountering a ball game with disparity in strength, and a pianist encountering a complicated musical score. All walks of life have their own difficulties.

He doesn't like or dislike the profession of killer. To put it simply, there is nothing in this world that impresses him more for the time being. He is born with the ability to deconstruct all complicated things. He can quickly figure out the principles of machinery, and quickly understand the basis of rules. For what kind of things, establish such rules, How should it be optimized and what are its disadvantages. Laws, morality, universal values, etc., can be decomposed one by one, and everything can be transformed into original parts at a glance. In this way, everything is bound to be the same.

Therefore, he can probably understand that various people have various emotions. Although he can't empathize with them, he can also understand what Yuan Lai Chaochuang's emotions look like, where they come from, and why they struggle. He will not feel contempt for any emotion, nor will he have the slightest awe. Maybe one day he will fall into a certain emotion, such as love, such as fear, such as heart-piercing, of course, but now, he still maintains A normal heart.

Understandable, but not empathetic.

If you have a book, you read; if you have a painting, you admire it; if you have a piano, you play; if you have a microphone, you sing; if you have a car, you go somewhere; , then life is taken.

If there is music in the world, there should be dancing to it. To dance to the music of the world, is it not a matter of course.

He bought a bouquet of flowers at the flower shop at the end of the street, then took a taxi to the fourth district of Paris, walked around the block near the municipal building a few times, and at about half past ten, he just went to a coffee shop near a hotel He sat down in the lobby, and the cafe had a wide view. He sat down near the window, ordered a drink, and listened to the music in the cafe.

The information and habits of the target, many things are provided in advance, but to take action, of course, you have to go through personal investigation. He and Yuan Lai Chaochuang chose different directions. It is not the first time to come to Paris. Here, he revisited several times later. After Natalie died, he also buried her here. He only needs to observe some recent small changes in the environment. What he wants to investigate is other things related to people. thing.

Thinking of Natalie made him feel a little sad.

What does she like to eat?

Naturally, I remembered the things about her. The things about her were summed up at the beginning, enough to write a big book, but when I think about it now, I always feel a little unreal, like sitting in a movie theater and watching other people's stories. She was already dead, and she was killed by herself, but no matter, life ends, life must have an end, it is normal, only an end can be complete. I will have such a day, clearly.

Thinking like this, when the well-dressed blond waiter came to refill his glass, two small cars drove past the drizzled street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, he stood up from his seat, and the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

The target gets out of the car surrounded by bodyguards.

Holding a bouquet in his hand, he walked across the aisle to the hotel lobby. When he reached the exit of the aisle, only one person whose phone number rang, and he pressed the call button: "Hello."

"I just received the news that someone inquired about our mission through the headquarters. Although it is not in line with the procedures, it should not be hidden from them... The gods have come to Paris without thinking."

While listening to the conversation, he lowered his head and walked straight towards the group of people who just entered the hall. Four bodyguards were guarding a government official with a slightly protruding head. When he approached without knowing it, the bodyguard closest to him stretched out his hand blocked him, and then the two collided. The bouquet in his hand fell apart, and the flowers fell to the ground.

"I see...it's okay, it's okay, I'll do it myself..."

He leaned over to pick up the bouquet again, and the bodyguard who bumped into him also bent down to help. After a little confusion, he threw the scattered bouquet into the trash can and walked towards the door of the hall, while the dignitaries were guarded by the bodyguards. Continue to the elevator inside.

Putting away his phone, he frowned.

Things seem to be getting complicated, shouldn't the task be solved directly before then?

Looking back, the elevator door had just opened in front of the group of people, and the body of the dignitary was within sight. It's not that he's unsure, and it's not a complicated task. It doesn't matter if he is reckless now. He put his right hand on the corner of his clothes. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind...

Four,

"Don't bother, I can do it myself..."

Lights, heating, and thick curtains came out of the steaming bathroom. Yahan was tilting her head and drying her long black hair with a hair dryer. A good friend named Li Ruolin was helping her arrange the pillows on the bed.

"The door is not open at this time, will it delay business?"

"It's okay, just drive in the afternoon."

This is a house in Chinatown in the 4th arrondissement of Paris. Li Ruolin owns a disc store here, and she lives upstairs from the store. She always lives alone. Although there are not many rooms, they are quite warmly furnished. , There are also a lot of things piled up in this room, such as discs, books, a computer on the desk by the window, and some messy small objects. The water vapor wafting from the bathroom seemed extraordinarily warm. Yahan blows her hair and sits on the edge of the bed.

"I really envy you, living alone without restraint."

"What is there to be envious of?" Li Ruolin looked back at her, blinked her eyes in doubt, and then smiled her eyes into crescent moons, "I am envious of you when I am blessed and do not know how to be blessed. I have a big company at home, a villa There are still many people chasing the car, why don't I ask my uncle if he still has a daughter when I see him next time, I have a lot of experience in business management."

"It's very troublesome, just managing the company is not enough..." Yahan sighed, plopped down on the bed, the hair dryer dangling in her hand, Li Ruolin leaned on the pillow, and lay down on the bed: "I haven't asked you yet , ran over suddenly, what happened?"

"Forced marriage."

"With Xu Mo?"

Yahan curled her lips: "It's not about him, anyone can do it, anyway... this matter has to be resolved..."

"Is it okay to be pregnant?"

"Just get pregnant."

Li Ruolin nodded. Although Zhang's family is not too big or small, Zhang Jing'an, Yahan's father, has only her daughter. Without a son as a successor, Yahan's task is naturally very heavy. Putting feelings aside, Yahan herself has an incurable kidney disease since she was a child, and as the heir of a big company, she can't marry into someone else's family and become a daughter-in-law. Her father's wish for her may not be strict marriage, but after all, she hopes that she will have a child, preferably a boy, and that she will be able to take over the Zhang family's property one day earlier in the future.

"Speaking of which, Xu Mo is more suitable for you... He likes you, and he has an older brother who inherits the family business. I remember that he has a very easy-going personality. He probably doesn't have any objections to such things as marrying offspring. Besides, these days There is no such thing as marrying or not, marrying you is a big advantage for their family..."

"What are you taking advantage of? I really never thought about being with Xu Mo. He is a good person, but I always feel that something is missing..."

"Stimulation?" Ruo Lin blinked her eyes, "Xu Mo's character is indeed quite stable..."

"It's not... You don't think I'd like those little boys looking for excitement, do you?"

"A frivolous brat is definitely not acceptable. You are the kind of woman who looks obedient but is actually wild in her heart. Don't I know? I just want a vigorous relationship to trap you, Once you conquer you, you will be willing to cleanse your lead and live with others, the character of traditional oriental women is like this. To put it bluntly, it is boring."

"Nonsense." Yahan laughed.

The two women were lying on the bed together, and after a while, Li Ruolin turned over, excitedly: "I will take you to a party tomorrow night, and see if I can find the vigorous love you want."

"what?"

"There are spontaneously organized parties around, you will know when you go."

Yahan thought for a while: "...you are boring."

The two women then laughed on the bed.

The winter rain in Paris is light and unrestrained. Compared with the heavy rain or snowstorm, it gives people a colder feeling. It seems to be immersed in people's bones for a long time. Li Ruolin only opened the store at noon. The store is completely open to taste There are DVD discs of the latest blockbuster movies, and there are also a large number of vinyl discs that were only popular in the first half of the last century. Nowadays, only collectors or music enthusiasts will collect a large number of vinyl discs.

Although Li Ruolin's family background may not be as good as Yahan's, she is also a rich man, not short of money, and opened the shop purely out of interest, to pass the time. Rows of disc racks are placed in the warm light, all kinds of cute or warm trinkets, and the heating is pleasant. Looking outside from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can immediately compare how bleak the sky is outside and how bleak the store is. What a blessing it is to be able to enjoy the warmth of my favorite music in such a warm world.

In addition to Li Ruolin, a nearby Chinese girl was also invited to help in the shop. Li Ruolin called her Xiaotang. She was about 10** years old, with a handsome appearance and fashionable dress. She was probably a Chinese who grew up in France. It's not very standard, but after listening to Lin Ruolin's introduction to Yahan, she sips "Sister Yahan" is really likable. After lunch, Li Ruolin handed over the shop to Xiaotang, and accompanied Yahan to hold an umbrella to visit nearby acquaintances Some Chinese.

In this way, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when they came out of other people's houses. The two held an umbrella together and walked back along the road intimately. The couple, Yahan, naturally knew each other. They called him uncle and aunt since childhood. He died in a car accident in France a few years ago and was buried in a cemetery not far away.

Unlike many other cities, many cemeteries in Paris are distributed in the city, and the cemeteries of celebrities will also become tourist attractions. The cemetery in front was naturally not that lively. It was located between the residential area and the commercial area, surrounded by steel fences, and looked quiet and solemn under the blue sky. The two went in to pay their respects. In front of the rain-soaked tombstone, Li Ruolin laughed softly, "I'll buy some oranges tomorrow. They always like to eat them, but they're not the cut ones. You need to peel them by hand. How do you call them in China?"

"Ponkan?"

"That's right, ponkans, cut tangerines... There are more navel oranges here, but they are also more difficult to peel..."

Li Ruolin sighed, looked at her parents' tombstone, and chattered about sorting oranges. Although it was winter, there were still a few weeds stubbornly growing out of the ground. She squatted down and pulled them out. When he got up, he looked at his companion beside him with some doubts: "Yahan?"

"Look at that man, it's so strange..."

"Um?"

Following Yahan's fingers, Li Ruolin looked over there.

The light rain was still falling, and in front of a grave more than ten meters away from them, an oriental man was squatting there. You will find that because his movements are too focused, there is a strange sense of disobedience. This person... is really serious about cleaning the grave.

In any case, he was squatting there, too concentrating, actually holding the detergent in one hand and the rag in the other, vigorously cleaning the tombstone and the marble slab that should have the inscription on it, even when the rain fell, he did not Open an umbrella, just let the light rain drench like that, the hair is completely soaked, and the water drops are constantly falling on the side of the face, and the clothes all over the body are hard to escape. In this weather, even a healthy person can get wet all over his body He was afraid that he would catch a cold too, but he seemed to have no feeling at all, just doing his own thing.

Although the tombstones in the cemetery did not look dirty after being washed by the rain, the cemetery in front of him soon became unusually clean after the man's careful cleaning. .

"It can't be the staff of the cemetery or something..."

"It shouldn't be..."

"Who sweeps the grave like this..."

The two women stood like that, murmuring a few words, Li Ruolin occasionally turned her head to look at Yahan, and saw Yahan watching the man's movements with a thoughtful look. After a while, the man finished cleaning, squatted for a few seconds, then gathered up the cleaning tools and turned to leave. The two passed by the cemetery and took a look. There was a picture of a beautiful white woman on the tombstone, and her name was underneath it. : Natalie? anis.

Other than that, it was blank.

"He must love her very much..."

"Why? Attracted by that man just now? He's not very handsome." Li Ruolin smiled softly, "However, he is powerful and reserved, and he is really suitable for you who are boring. It seems that he is from the East. I'll go find out. For a moment, maybe..."

"What and what! I just feel..." She thought for a while, "I just feel..."

She couldn't tell what she felt, and she didn't even see the other person's appearance clearly, but only the pair of focused eyes between the rain-drenched hair was engraved in her memory like a brand at this moment, It seemed that I could see it again when I turned around, maybe in that kind of eyes, only the woman in the tomb was the only existence.

Anyway, it touched her a bit. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please log in. readnovel., more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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