I Became a God in a Horror Game

"Phoebe." The Pope lowered his head, his eyes darkened, "You are our best nun. In this battle with the witch, you must do a good job as a spiritual symbol, and don't let the people blindly believe in Quan Paula. , her demagogic power is extraordinary, you have to win her."

"Afterwards, I promised you to board the island."

"But I'm not an adult, is it okay?" Phoebe asked with a pure expression and a puzzled tone, "Isn't the city in the sky only adult nuns can go up?"

Looking at Phoebe's pure and beautiful appearance, the Pope smiled meaningfully: "There are exceptions."

"The last special queen left the island temporarily due to some business, and just vacated a place for you. You have to take over his shift and continue to perform the duties of a nun on the island, purifying the desire for filth for everyone on the island, You look like you have the potential, so I've given you permission to go to the island early."

Phoebe blinked, and she smiled: "Then I thank the Pope in advance?"

Not hearing Phoebe's questioning tone, the Pope nodded complacently, then waved: "You go down first, I will explain the details to the bishop who brought you, and now I will discuss other matters with him first."

Phoebe bowed obediently and stepped back.

After Phoebe left, the Pope's face darkened quickly: "Has the continued production of male eels improved?"

"No." The bishop shook his head in fear, "In the beginning, the female eels we stole continued to produce female eels, but gradually, there were one or two male eels out of ten thousand. We were happy at first, because then the males could have sex with all the females, not like before, where only one male could have sex, so the production rate would be faster, and we had all the women put themselves The indigestible eels, the males, were handed over to the Holy See and said we would deal with them, but in reality we were putting these males in waters everywhere."

"Soon, we will usher in the era of the eel explosion. At this time, the production rate of eels has actually been out of control. There are eels everywhere, and some people will drill eels when they turn on the faucet. The Holy See originally wanted to stop this eel project. However, because the people at that time had become more and more reliant and trusting in the Holy See, which proposed a solution to the eel, not only were they able to collect a large amount of eel bones that were digested and turned over by each household every day, but also Momentum and income increased day by day, so the Pope at the time acquiesced in the continuation of the eel project."

The bishop swallowed: "But in the later period, when the first witch appeared, the Pope was also frightened. He really thought about suspending the plan, but Quan Paula appeared."

"As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of all the people. She appealed to the people not to blindly let women eat eels, but to find other solutions, and she was willing to come out and solve everyone's problems first. Soon she set up the Holy Maiden Patrol. At that time, the Saintess Patrol was a self-organized organization independent of the Holy See. The speed of solving problems was fast. The attitude of the leader Quan Paula was resolute and close to the people. , the power of the Holy See is gradually weakening, after hinting to Paula twice that the Saintess patrol who wanted to capture her was rejected, which made the Pope at that time angry and intensified the release of male eels."

"In this case, witches began to appear in piles, and the Holy See opened the prelude to the witch trial, and Quan Paula did not agree with this kind of trial. She clearly opposed this kind of trial and stood on the opposite side of the Holy See. "

"But in the later period, there were more and more eels and witches, and the people who had been under the protection of the Saintess' Patrol finally lost control, and they fell to the Holy See. At this time, you seized the right moment and successfully tried Quan Baola, after Quan Baola was tried and defected, the country finally came under the control of the Holy See, and even the Holy Maiden Patrol was incorporated into the Holy See."

"We finally stopped Project Eel, but, but..."

The Pope added the second half of the sentence in a gloomy tone: "But the production of male eels is completely out of control."

The bishop shook his head and nodded: "Yes! The male eels that have been collected from all over the country and prepared to be indigestible by the witches have already filled the pool under the Sky City Prison, and this amount is still rising continuously. We No idea how many wild male eels exist in the wild..."

"This male eel is, but..." The bishop couldn't help shuddering, and cried out in a collapsed voice, "But it takes our intestinal juices to dissolve, my lord Pope!"

"Shut up!" The Pope fiercely interrupted the bishop's screams, "Don't I know?! Otherwise, why would I hide these male eels on the island of the sky and isolate them from these female eels?!"

The bishop shuddered when he was yelled, paused, and quickly said in a low voice: "Why are there more and more male eels, aren't all the female eels that have been produced before?"

The Pope also fell into an eerie silence.

That's right, aren't all the female eels produced at the beginning? Why did the male eels suddenly start to be produced in large numbers?

the other end.

The night was silent, everyone curled up on the ground and fell asleep. The full moon hung down on the sky, but half was blocked by a huge island.

Bai Liu sat on the top floor, he looked at the island and narrowed his eyes.

"Are you coming up alone, are you going to talk to Jiayi?" Tang Er hadn't slept yet. He and Bai Liu were used to keeping night watch for others. On the first night of the game, they usually didn't sleep, and the others slept. Yes, so when Bai Liu came up, he followed suit.

Tang Erda sat down beside Bai Liu and turned his head to look at him: "You still can't worry about Jiayi, right?"

After all, it was the first time to take over the authority of a tactician, and it was such a crucial game.

"No, she is more thoughtful and prudent than me." Bai Liu shook his head. He looked up at the island with a calm tone, "I'm thinking about other things."

"What's the matter?" Tang Er asked.

"Jiayi just told me that the witch told her that the large amount of polluted eels are female eels, male eels cannot be digested by witches, but male eels are rare." Bai Liu thought thoughtfully, "Any creature can There is a tendency to over-breed, and in a species that has over-breeded it is rare that there are so many more females than males, generally more males than females."

"If an organism is tasked with reproduction, it will indeed produce a large number of females in the early stages, but when the number of females reaches a certain number, it will reverse, and the organism will start to produce males in large quantities. in order to achieve the purpose of over-breeding.”

Tang Erda was a little puzzled, and he hesitantly asked back: "You mean... In fact, there are still a lot of male eels that witches can't digest, right?"

"Well, this is what I guessed personally." Bai Liu paused, "Any monster has its corresponding weaknesses and ways to destroy it. This is the setting of this game. I was actually thinking that if the witch's digestive juice could not be destroyed. Male eel, then according to the symmetrical setting of this game, the one who can digest male eel should be…”

Tang Erda said slowly, "Male's digestive juice."

Bai Liu smiled: "bingo, that's what I think, and what I think is a bit worse, I think it may be intestinal fluid."

Tang Er hit his back with a chill, he looked at Bai Liu's wicked smile and helped his forehead helplessly: "I finally understand why you brought me up to tell me this, Mu Sicheng wants to hear your guess. I can jump up and cover my butt in fright."

"Why guess it's intestinal juice?"

"Because if the liquid that men can digest eels is also saliva, then it is impossible that they have not been discovered in this situation." Bai Liu held his cheeks, his tone was lazy, "Now the eels are too much to need to go abroad to smuggle women to solve it, but ordinary Civilian families cannot afford to buy pre-witch services, and many families have lost a single woman because of the mass witch trials."

"In this extreme and desperate situation, there will also be men who imitate the witch's behavior and swallow eels in an attempt to digest each other."

"At least two men in the bunch of people we rescued downstairs have done this. They have strange scratches on the corners of their mouths, but they are still fresh."

"If the assumption that male digestive juices can digest eels is true, then at least the upper digestive tract, where ordinary people are easy to experiment with, is unlikely, otherwise the situation of witches will not be so one-sided, then I think relatively speaking The lower GI tract is more difficult to experiment with, or less likely to think of."

"That's the gut."

"Jiayi and I have the same guess, but at the moment there is no suitable candidate for the experiment on her side, so there is no way to draw the most accurate conclusion. In order to avoid inducement, she has not informed the witch of her inferred conclusion for the time being. "Bai Liu glanced at Tang Er, "So our mission tomorrow is to save the trial witch, there is another mission."

Bai Liu smiled and said, "—that is to arrest a priest of the Holy See jury and conduct an experiment on Jiayi."

Tang Erda, who was sweating wildly, let out a long sigh: "This is no problem!"

Scared him to death! When Bai Liu glanced at him just now, he thought that Bai Liu was going to say that since there is a shortage of people, why don't you go and do an experiment for Jiayi, it's not impossible for this person to do such a thing!

On the other side, the Pope's Palace.

The smile on Phoebe's face, who came out of the main hall, disappeared in an instant, and turned into a dull expression. She walked quickly through the garden, and before reaching the nun's hall, she looked at the ladder to the island on her right. , his eyes stopped silently.

The ladder was shrouded in a layer of silver-blue light. When she came, she tried twice to go up, but she lost 17 points of blood and got nothing. Just like the Pope said, there is no key. , it is true that no one can go up.

But the [scepter] that was the key was held in the Pope's hand for a moment.

This Pope can lock the hearts into the prison, there must be some special monster settings or buffs on her body, and she had better not act rashly before she figured it out.

But that doesn't mean she can't move.

"Qi Yifang, the bishop will issue a task for me later, and let me be responsible for some witch trials. You remember, wherever he asks me to go, you and Liu Ji will apply to which court." Phoebe's tone was cold and Qi Yifang order.

Qi Yifang asked suspiciously, "What do you want to do?"

Phoebe looked up at him. There was no emotion in her green eyes, but she had a pure smile on her face. She folded her hands and prayed reverently: "What else can you do? Of course, it's going to the Inquisition. People go to hell."

"—Isn't that the essence of a nun's job?"

The Pope can't move, so let's start with the priest at the bottom and see how many monsters she can kill are on the first floor of the Holy See.

Qi Yifang was laughed horribly by Phoebe, but as a player with league quality, when he knew that Phoebe had the authority as a tactician, he knew that there was only one word left for him to say to Phoebe, and that was: " it is good."

"Tomorrow is a tough battle, so have a good rest tonight." Phoebe smiled and waved her little hand at Qi Yifang, "Remember to pray before going to bed, so that the Lord will bless you with a good sleep."

Qi Yifang: "...Okay, good QAQ."

Woohoo, Queen, miss you!

Phoebe returned to the nun's hall. She was standing beside her white lace-trimmed bed, where the silver moonlight shone, and she slowly raised her head to look out at the incredible moon, which shone on her long curly blond hair. , shining, her expression is indifferent and holy, her green eyes are like emeralds on a laurel crown, with a halo of halo, she closed her eyes, put her hands together on her chest and prayed.

She always stood and prayed, she never knelt down to anyone, even when she was praying, no one in this world could make her kneel, not even God.

"May the Lord bless..." Phoebe said here, suddenly stuck, and then she shrugged indifferently, "Of course you don't have to bless, I will personally send them to hell."

After she finished speaking, she lay down on the bed, her head lying on the center of the pillow, and there was no fold on the quilt. She folded her hands in front of her chest. Her devout mother taught her how to sleep like a prayer.

It's all things that she didn't understand and found troublesome, but she's used to it.

She has been noticed by her father since she could remember.

Her father looked at her incredulously, held her on his lap in a rare place among a group of boys, took off the gun she was holding tightly, and asked her, "Why are you pointing a gun at you? Brother? Are you still loaded? Who taught you?"

How did she answer? It's like, "Kill him and I can get the bear in his hand, it's mine, I've warned him three times, and he hasn't returned it to me."

"No one taught me, but I saw you use it."

Her father asked the so-called creature called her brother to return the bear to her, but the other party would only cry, bite to death, and wipe his tears with the bear, so she grabbed the gun without hesitation and gave it to her. The bear shot in the little boy's hand, and the huge recoil of the gun dislocated her arm, and everyone stood up, including her father.

"What are you doing, Phoebe?!" Her father looked at her in surprise.

The stupid boy who had snatched her bear cub grabbed the wreckage of the bear puppet that had been smashed to pieces by the gun, and sat on the ground in fright, urinating on the ground, she looked at her father, but laughed strangely: "Little Bear. I don't want it anymore, but he can't want it either."

Her father looked her in the eyes as if he saw a monster or a genius, and he asked her in amazement, "How are you feeling now, Phoebe?"

Phoebe grinned, "I feel very happy."

- A sheer power of control, threatening the joy of the opponent.

Since then, no one in the Hinchmani family dared to snatch what belonged to her. In order to give her a legitimate heir, her father married her biological mother, a woman of unknown origin. Hinchmani's house.

The woman was stunned when she saw her for the first time.

She was standing next to her father, dressed exactly like a little boy, wearing little boy riding boots, a little jacket, her blond hair cut to a few centimeters short and tucked into a hat, never seeing herself His biological mother just saluted politely: "The Hinchmani family welcomes you, mother."

- She looks exactly like her father.

That night, her mother knelt by her bedside and prayed all night, crying, "I'm sorry, I'm so late, they made you like this."

"You look like your cold-blooded and cruel father..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you." She put her hand on her heart and prayed devoutly for her, "The Lord will protect us."

"Mom." Phoebe, who was lying on the bed, said coldly, "The people of the Hinchmani family don't believe in gods, we only believe in ourselves, I respect your beliefs, but if you want to pray, you can go back to your room, if If it is not enough, I will ask the servants to build a special prayer room for you, if possible, please go back to rest, I will have a firearms class tomorrow morning."

Her mother knelt before her bed in silence for a long time, and left in despair.

After picking up her mother, there were short waves in her life. Her mother was really a very strange woman. She always had some unrealistic expectations and wishes, and there were always some incomprehensible tears and Praying, there is always some delusional yearning for freedom, talking to myself all day long, saying that I hope the Lord will destroy the dark family and let her and her children be free again.

A lot of people around her were whispering in her ear that her mother was actually a lunatic.

But Phoebe didn't think so. She thought her mother should be a normal person, but in the Hinchmani family, normal people can't live.

Just a poor and helpless normal person.

When her mother was crying again begging Phoebe to pray with her, Phoebe looked down at her mother, and very rarely agreed to this matter of wasting her time practicing martial arts and firearms.

"Only five minutes," she said calmly. "I can pray with you for five minutes on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday."

Her mother wept with joy and said, enough, enough children.

She was put on the service of a nun, and Phoebe coldly refused when her mother said she would kneel and pray. Her mother had no choice but to kneel beside her and pray.

"Pray for my Phoebe to escape as a bird and go to the paradise of freedom."

Phoebe followed indifferently: "Pray that those idiots can shoot themselves to death during training today and go to boundless hell."

Phoebe's mother: "..."

After her mother laughed and corrected Phoebe's prayers three or four times in vain, Phoebe finally fell in love with the prayer(?) that sent someone to hell before bed, and her mother, she always felt in the Such a weak and incompetent normal person in the Hinchmani family actually condone her cursed prayer behavior.

Was it not a smear of her piety? Why don't you accuse her of doing something wrong, but just cover her face and smile helplessly every time after listening to her curse?

Finally, once she asked, her mother looked at her with a smile and stroked her forehead: "Man's unrealistic belief in gods is an escape from his own weakness and incompetence, you are right. , Praying is indeed a very weak act, no matter how much I pray, I can't take you out of Hinchmani's house, under this premise, I can't blame you, because your opinion is right ."

She asked, "Then why pray?"

"I'm not praying to God," her mother replied softly, "I'm praying to my soul, to your soul, and I'm trying to tell them that even if they're stuck here for the rest of their lives, We must have love and hope in our hearts, and whether it is you or me, we must maintain the original appearance of our souls, waiting for the day when we turn into birds and fly away from here."

"Even if that day is the hour of death."

"It's just a reminder."

Her mother, dressed in the service of a nun, knelt down in front of her reverently, closed her eyes and clasped her hands under the moonlight, and whispered softly, "My children Phoebe and I will one day get the freedom we want."

She looked at her mother's devout, almost holy face in the moonlight, and saw for the first time that this woman possessed a power she had been ignoring.

——A power that is completely different from holding a gun, a sense of belief that cannot be destroyed by firearms and external forces.

She believed in something, even if it didn't come true, it was the first time Phoebe saw such a strange belief—a weak, pliable, but indestructible belief, she dared say that even if her father held The gun was to her mother's head, and she wouldn't stop praying for it.

Phoebe had always been taught by her father that the weak could be crushed, but at this moment she felt that no one in the Hinchmani family could crush her praying mother.

But she should be weak, but she is clearly weak.

Phoebe doesn't like underdogs.

But she extended her daily prayer time with her mother to fifteen minutes.

Gradually, as she grew up, her advantage among the heirs became more and more obvious. Her father's subordinates never agreed with her at first, but turned into admiration for her excellence, but every time she was followed by a sentence "What a pity. Phoebe is a girl."

Phoebe was almost cocooned by this sentence, and she was completely indifferent.

It's just that her father would sigh every time: "Yeah, if only she was a boy like Daniel."

Daniel is another child of her father, three years older than her, and another heir to whom her father is very fond of, and has a similar experience to her - married Daniel's mother as his wife, and Daniel is like her, and their father are very similar.

This similarity can be said to be in character or in appearance. They are all standard blondes and blue eyes. When Phoebe cut her hair short and wore men's clothing, the two stood together like twins, exactly the same arrogance. Indifference and strength.

Of course they never stand together.

Just like the descendants of lions compete for the food they feed before they even open their eyes, before they realize that they are [brothers and sisters], they realize that the other is [competitors] in their own identity.

"The selection of the heir is coming." Her father patted her on the shoulder. "Phoebe's grades have always been the best. Except for her gender, she is the most suitable heir."

"I thought about it overnight. If she succeeds in winning the heir selection, then I can basically be her identity. As for the troublesome matter of gender, I am going to let her show herself in male attire all the time."

"Always dressed in men's clothes?" Some subordinates joked, "What a cruel father, Phoebe hasn't developed yet, how do you want her to pretend to be a man in the later stage?"

"What's that?" her father said lightly. "Just a corset, she won't grow again."

"Phoebe is cruel like a man, strong like a man, the only downside is that she's not really a man, but fortunately she's not weak at all, and she won't be able to endure the pain of corseting her breasts."

So that night, Phoebe was given a corset, her mother was beside her, and her expression was completely lost when she lifted the corset: "What is your father going to do?!"

"You're only ten years old with such a tight corset! It will crush your chest!"

"It didn't start wearing it today." Phoebe lay indifferently on the bed, she yawned, "I'll wear it when I start to grow."

"No!" Her mother became very serious, "You can't wear this! You are a child, you must grow as you want, and no one can disrupt your normal growth process!"

"I'm not obsessed with breasts." Phoebe turned her head lazily and looked at her mother lying beside the bed, "It's just an organ, size doesn't matter, if you have to corset your chest to win the heir, then Bar."

"That's not the problem!" Her mother retorted her sternly. "The problem is that you can win without tying your chest! Why tie it!"

"Can you win without a chest tied?" Phoebe asked in confusion, "That group of subordinates said that if the chest is too big, it will keep shaking and affect the speed of drawing the gun, isn't it?"

"Fuck you fucking dog guys!" her mother explained to Phoebe seriously, for the first time ever, swearing in front of her, "Did someone tell you that too much sex affects the speed of a man's running? ?"

Phoebe thought back and touched her chin. "That's not true."

Daniel should be growing, right? He didn't see a crotch when he sprinted.

Her mother asked, "Then why does the chest affect the speed of the gun?"

"Why not let the tools adapt to the organs that humans already have, and let the organs adapt to the tools invented by humans? Humans can invent different underwear for gender, why can't they invent different guns?"

Phoebe paused. She looked at her mother who was suddenly angry, and paused subtly: "Calm down."

"But my father won't be satisfied without the corset." Phoebe spread his hands flatly. "He's not dead, at least I can't disobey him on the surface, of course, let alone you."

Her mother wilted quickly and looked at Phoebe tearfully.

After a while, her eyes lit up: "I can change this corset for you so that you can wear it without squeezing it."

"Would you try it on?" Her mother handed it to her nervously after changing it. "Are you still restrained?"

Phoebe took the bra that didn't seem to have changed much, paused, and put it on: "No more."

She used to be suffocated even when she put it on, but now she has a gap to breathe.

Watching her mother stay up all night fixing and mending bras next to her was...awesome.

She doesn't really care about this matter. The lack of breast development is really insignificant to her, and her seemingly gentle and weak mother will be so angry about this insignificant matter, and then she will try her best to give it to her. She modified her clothes just to give her a space to breathe.

With the strength of her weakling, she could only be given so little space at Hinchmani's house.

Her mother let out a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Phoebe looked at her, wanting to tell the other party that it was pointless for the weak to struggle for this gap at Hinchmani's house, but looking at the way her mother began to kneel and pray again, she repeated the sentence. swallowed back.

Her mother knelt beside her bed and prayed fervently: "I hope my children and I can grow up and die freely."

After her mother left her prayers, Phoebe looked at the moon outside the skylight and thought, what is freedom?

Phoebe reached out and touched the loose bra under the pillow that allowed her to continue growing normally. She stroked the fine stitches on it, thinking—is this freedom?

What a fragile freedom.

Soon, the heir training is coming. After all the children got the content of tomorrow's training, they all squatted on the spot and cried. The only ones who could keep their demeanor and say goodbye to their father and leave were only she and Daniel.

But she saw Daniel's hand that opened the door twitched twice, his hands were shaking so badly, and the apple-green eyes were hollow and hazy - the servant who was going to top the apple was left to him by his mother and was his most loyal One of the servants and playmates.

In the end, she reached out and helped Daniel open the door.

When she left, she could still hear her father's complaint behind her: "These children are too squeamish, they should have cut off their intimacy earlier."

"They will be betrayed at any time in the future. If they don't even have the courage to raise a gun to those close to them, how can they inherit the Hinchmani family."

The subordinate next to him praised: "Yes, when you found out that your wife was betrayed, you killed her without any hesitation. It can be said that you were very resolute."

"My heir should have such a demeanor." Her father replied lazily, with regret, "Daniel looks cold at heart, but he's actually very sincere. It's not as good as Phoebe. I killed him back then. After his mother, he broke down with me for a while."

"I hope this time he won't let me down again, and like Phoebe, he will show the courage to draw a gun at his mother tomorrow."

Daniel, who was walking in front, paused for a moment, and Phoebe clearly saw his fists clenched, and then left.

Phoebe turned her head and returned to her room indifferently. She also opened the door twice this time, not because her hands were shaking, but because her palms were sweaty-why Phoebe was sweaty, she couldn't figure out why, she knew herself Not a person who easily sweats his hands, or he can't hold a gun.

But why?

"You're back." Her mother opened the door and asked cautiously and worriedly, "You look so ugly, what is the content of the heir's trial?"

Phoebe looked into her eyes, the sweaty palms came back, and she took a deep breath and told her everything.

But to Phoebe's surprise, her mother was very calm about it, saying, "You have the freedom and the ability to fight for the heir, and if you're going to shoot me, shoot me."

"No matter what it is, you are the best child I have ever seen, and I believe you will not be wrong."

Phoebe was sitting on the edge of the bed, and her hands began to tremble at this time: "What if I miss it?"

"Then I might die." Her mother's voice was as calm as a lake with no wind under the moon, she said this, and smiled dignifiedly and gracefully, "But death in your hands, always Better than dying at the hands of the rest of the Hinchmani family?"

"You'll see my soul turn into a bird and fly away from here."

"Mom," Phoebe interrupted nonchalantly, "I don't believe in fairy tales."

Her mother sighed regretfully: "Okay."

When she was praying that night, her mother prayed the same as always. It was very rare that she did not stand, but sat up at the head of the bed, looked at the moon outside the window, closed her eyes, and prayed in her heart for the first time. :

"God... I hope you will bless me not to miss tomorrow."

"Of course it doesn't matter if you don't bless." Phoebe opened her eyes. She looked at her mother's face with her eyes closed and praying. She took a deep breath and said, "I won't miss it."

the next day.

After everyone fired the first shot, the whole field was in chaos. Phoebe's mother squatted down, suspected of being shot. will fall?

Soon, someone came up to report: "The bullets of other children flew over, crossed the barrier we erected, and rubbed the lady's arm."

"Do you want to take a break?" his father asked her, seemingly mildly. "I'll tell her to change the position and continue to top the apple."

Her expression was grim, but her chest was heaving violently in that bra—she was thankful for this gap at the moment, allowing her to breathe normally in this situation, otherwise she would have been suffocated to death due to lack of oxygen.

"For now..." She was about to put down the gun and speak when she saw her mother's mouth through the scope.

Her mother was half-kneeling on the ground, in a prayer position, with an apple on her head, she looked at her, although there were tears in her eyes, but there was no fear in her expression, and said—[Shoot. 】

[You will win, you can win, you are a genius. 】

【You will not miss. 】

"Don't pause," Phoebe said calmly. "Keep mom in place and keep changing apples. It'll be over soon."

She pulled the trigger.

——Like her previous results, ten shots, she didn't miss a shot.

Her father looked at her with a look of admiration, like a formed leader, and sighed, "You're perfect as a boy, Phoebe."

"It's not a compliment, father." Phoebe put down the gun with a cold expression, and she shook her numb hand and looked around. "I'm much better than those other boys you call me."

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