Camp Lowell.

The heavy rain that had just fallen washed the blood stains left in the mud into the puddles on the side of the street, and the fragrance of the earth carried a trace of blood that could not be dispersed.

But the people here seem to have become so accustomed to death that the blood that stained the streets red seemed to be shed in vain.

In front of the gate, which had been opened by 100 shells, there was a circle of poor people watching the excitement in the dark.

Among them were people living in the nearby streets, as well as newly rescued slaves, and the Avengers 1st Regiment militia standing guard at the camp gate.

And at this moment, in the center of the crowd, there are ten militiamen.

Their arms were tied with white gauze for identification, and their hands were tied behind them with plastic strips behind them, but the expressions on their faces were different, some looked angry, some were full of indifference, and some had unconvinced faces written on them, or they had a premonition that something was wrong.

And not far from them, two bodies, a man and a woman, were lying.

The man looked in his early thirties, and the woman was about twenty-five or sixteen, and it should be a couple. The former had his abdomen cut open with a bayonet, and the latter had a bloody hole in his forehead, and both of them had obvious bruises and scars on their bodies, and they seemed to have suffered a lot before they died.

Next to the two bodies, two disheveled girls were wrapped in a barely obscured blanket, curled up in the mud and shivering, their expressionless faces covered with tears of fear and sluggishness, and muddy stains.

The two of them seemed to have forgotten how to cry, and only made noises one by one, like fish stranded on the shore.

Looking at the disarmed militia patrol, the corpse lying on the ground and the two girls with the blankets next to the corpse, the murderous dagger who had just come out of the camp gate could guess what was happening with his toes, but still looked at the four players standing next to the two girls and confirmed.

"What happened."

Shanhe took a step forward in a dream, put away the eyepiece of the helmet, glanced at the group of disarmed guys, and truthfully reported the situation at that time.

「.....． We were sheltering from the rain near Blackwater Street when we heard a gunshot and came out to see the guys coming out of a house. 「

There is a complete record in the footage of the operation.

He didn't want to describe the situation too much, so he could only say that these guys had done everything that the beasts couldn't do.

The look on the player's face had already guessed what had happened, and the Murder Dagger looked at the militiamen with white stripes tied to their arms.

Although I couldn't understand what these iron men were talking about, those militiamen could understand the eyes of the murderer.

The man at the head immediately panicked and cried out, trying to justify himself.

"That man! He's the jailer at Camp Lowell! We found Imperial rifles and prison guards' clothes in his home! 「

"Can you prove that he didn't pick up his gun and clothes? And who allowed you to come into their house!" The murderous dagger stared at him deadly, "Even if he is a jailer, even if he has done unforgivable things, what does it have to do with his family?" 「

The men were obviously unconvinced, and even looked at him with a hint of incomprehension in their eyes.

The man at the head did not speak, and the man standing next to him stepped forward.

"We're going in to take shelter from the rain! And...... Didn't you go in too? I saw them coming out of a house! 「

As he spoke, the man turned his head to look at the four iron men who had disarmed them, with a look of dismay.

The murderous dagger looked at the mountains and rivers and fell asleep.

The latter's expression froze, and he explained awkwardly.

"We did go in, but we really just went in to shelter from the rain...... And I also gave the money, and the family can testify to us. No, if you don't believe me, I can turn on the tachograph, and I'll have it on the whole time. 「

Zero Chong's face changed. it?

If this is put here, won't he jump into the Yellow River and can't wash it?

Fortunately, the Dagger didn't do that, just

Reached out and touched the VM twice, probably discussing with other players what to do.

Seeing that things seemed to be interesting, the crowd around to watch the excitement gradually increased, and they all pointed and talked about it.

The "Iron Man" and the group of slaves carrying guns went up to Neijiang. They are only curious about how this farce will end. There was also the one lying on the ground, who seemed to be known, and several survivors who lived nearby whispered excitedly.

"Abshik seems to be the jailer at Camp Lowell, and whoever I've heard say it before seems to be himself."

"How did I hear him talking about a shoeshine job?"

"Come on, that guy is a porter, and he's a drunkard who loves to brag, and no one will become His Majesty's Praetorian Guard tomorrow.";

"He still has money to buy alcohol?!"

"Where did he get the money! Every day, he squatted on the dock and picked up what the sailors had left. Last time I saw someone pee a bottle for him, and he picked it up and tasted it, and drank it all, and then came back and told us that the wine of the Willant tasted strangely sweet. 「

"Haha!"

"It's a pity that his two daughters are unlucky with their father.

"The face looks pretty good, but it's a little dirty."

"After being wronged so much, I must need comfort, hehe."

At this moment, a horn sounded behind the crowd, and a wheeled SUV with a machine gun on its roof and desert paint drove up.

The crowd shrugged away.

The door opened, and Fang Chang jumped out of the car, ignoring the circumference

The crowd of spectators walked straight in front of the murderous dagger.

"I've got the situation, what about Rassy?"

As soon as his words fell, the man with the flat head walked in the direction of the camp gate and said with a respectful bow.

"Your Excellency, are you looking for me?"

He had white gauze wrapped around his arm, a "blade" assault rifle behind his back, and a scar on his cheek that had not yet scabbed, as if it had been from yesterday's battle.

Fang Chang's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at him intently. "My brother told you to restrain your men, and this is the result of your restraint?"

Lassy's expression was stunned, and he glanced at the corpses on the ground, then at the guys with their hands tied behind their backs, and finally at Fang Chang.

"I've heard that they killed Imperial soldiers.

"I heard that he was killed in his own house," Fang Chang sneered, "And their bayonets are from the belts of their trousers?"

Lassi was slightly stunned.

Then he walked up to the ten disarmed militiamen, and pointed to the two corpses on the ground and the two girls with withered blankets.

"What did you do?"

Those eyes were like those of a beast, and there was not the slightest emotion to see, and it was impossible to even wonder whether he was angry at the atrocities committed by his own men, or sympathetic to the plight of the two poor girls.

Stared at by the pair of pupils that seemed to be able to suck the soul away, the ten's breath became rapid, and finally looked away.

「…… I was wrong. 「

Lassi nodded, as if accepting the statement, turned and walked away a few steps, only to suddenly turn around and open the rifle safe.

The sudden change startled the onlookers. Including the ten militiamen who were pointed at gunpoint, they were all dumbfounded, and for a while they forgot to beg for mercy for themselves.

Lassi didn't listen to their begging for mercy at all, and didn't even give them time to confess his last words, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Hearing the sudden burst of gunshots, the ten militiamen with their hands tied instantly fell into a pool of blood in a burst of shaking like a punctured balloon.

"Ahh

Seeing the bloody scene, the onlookers screamed and retreated, and the two girls who were sitting on the ground also looked over there as if they had lost their souls.

Emptying the rifle's magazine, Lassi threw it away

On the ground, he pulled out the pistol pinned to his waist and emptied the remaining magazines to the guy who had not yet breathed.

The scene was as silent as death.

Whether it was the militia standing at the gate of the camp, or the players standing on the sidelines, they lost their words when they looked at this mad dog-like guy.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't stop his behavior, and he didn't praise him rightly.

The Murderous Dagger stared at Lassi with wide eyes, held his breath for a moment, and suddenly stepped forward and yelled at him.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Calm down, brother, they're bad, they're dead now."

Forced back a few steps by that aggressive gaze, Lassi continued with no fear on her face.

"If you're not satisfied, I can pull them out with one of their centurs."

The murderous dagger's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?!"

Lassi looked at the yelling fellow in bewilderment and fell silent

After a while, a sentence suddenly popped out of his mouth.

"Isn't that enough?"

The murderous dagger stared at this guy in a daze, speechless for a while.

In a sense, this guy solves the problem cleanly, but it doesn't seem to solve anything.

But also as he said. Everyone was killed, and their lives were lost. Isn't that enough?

The few who died were also slaves, and at most they were free men for a day, and they had nothing to compensate for but their lives.

"That's enough."

Fang Chang suddenly opened his mouth to break the stiff atmosphere of the scene.

Walking up to Lassy, he patted the mad dog on the shoulder, then the taut face, and smiled softly.

"Good killing, it really deserves to be killed, but it's too hasty. You have to set a rule and tell your subordinates what they can't do and what kind of punishment they will receive for doing it, instead of dragging them all out of the square, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the people. 「

Lassi led respectfully. "Yes!"

With that respectful and obedient appearance, it was impossible to find fault with it, Fang Chang glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said slowly.

"Take a few people and bury them."

Lassi nodded in agreement, turned back and picked up the rifle on his back, and shouted at a few of his men to come and carry the bodies to be buried.

The problem of unconvincing people doesn't seem to exist at all.

The soldiers were not dissatisfied with the leader for killing his own people, but looked at him with more awe and obedience.

None of this came as a surprise.

They are not themselves human beings in the full sense of the word, and the beasts who believe in the law of the jungle are of course more inclined to follow the more ferocious one.

Looking at Fang Chang, who was leaving from Lassy's side, the killing dagger hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"I think at least those people should be given a legal trial, and this is actually a good opportunity to use them as propaganda—"

"Come on, everyone is dead, is there any point in trying those corpses? The one who deserves to be judged is still hanging on the gnawing tower. 「

Interrupting the words of the murderous dagger, Fang Chang squinted his eyes at the warden who was hanging on the gnawing tower and allowed the crows to peck and bite, and continued patiently.

"The stuff you're talking about is too far ahead of their time, they're still in a relatively primitive jungle society, and they don't need what you're talking about yet. Don't forget, when did we waste our time trying those marauders before the survivors of Clear Springs City were given clean clothes to wear? That's all after you've eaten and clothed yourself. 「

"At this stage, I have only one requirement for them, just be obedient, listen to what we say, that's the only requirement. So that even if their discipline was terrible, it was definitely much better than the emperor who could send 5% of the population to concentration camps. 「

"As for the rest, don't be in a hurry."

The atrocities of those militias were, on the one hand, a retaliatory backlash from the oppressed after their backs suddenly straightened, but more often than not, they were the inevitable result of a vacuum of order.

This storm. The aftermath of the movement is far more than these typical ones that have been caught.

The rebels' scruples about the alliance will be restricted, and the thugs who pick up weapons from the rout will only be more brutal and unscrupulous.

At this moment, in that dark alley, I don't know how many tragedies have happened.

To solve this problem once and for all, a new order must be established on the ground to replace the old order of Nehak's time as governor.

He's actually doing it right now.

Chief Bihari is taking over policing in the city with his dogs, and militia training is well underway.

They didn't do very well, but they were enough.

When the new order is established, they only need to feed the local survivors, have clothes to wear, and houses to live in...... With a little bit of dignity in the Binihaq period, the new order would naturally gain enough legitimacy to sustain its rule in the eyes of the locals.

It's not that hard.

A certain unjust emperor left them a large sum of money, which could be used to do this.

Originally, it was a bit unkind to move all that money back home.

After deducting the compensation, it will be "borrowed" in the name of Baiyue Company

Investing in the locals will not only make a good name for Union and Fries Port, but also make another profit from it.

"What about them? How to deal with it? The murderous dagger glanced at the two girls who were slumped on the ground, and then at Fang Chang.

No matter how many solutions there are to those macro problems, they need to solve the problems at hand.

At least he thinks it needs to be addressed.

All eyes around were watching.

Fang Chang was silent for a long time and sighed.

"Give them two tickets......

Perhaps the survivors of the port can help them start a new life, just like the survivors of the homeless home.

He couldn't think of a better way than to give them a financial compensation and send them out of this land of right and wrong......

As the corpse and the two poor victims at the gate of Lowell's camp were taken away, the survivors who gathered around the camp gate to watch the bustle also dispersed one after another.

Although the attitude of those "white gauze" to the "iron people" who can't harden up at all makes everyone feel a little bored, in the end, they still like to see the red.

The guy named Lassi was a ruthless man, and he didn't blink an eye at the person who killed himself, and he was all suddenly clean like a chicken.

The few young men who were killed were also really miserable, it was not a big deal, at most two pigs were lost, but they accidentally hit the muzzle.

And—

It turns out that if you are shot in your body, you will not die immediately, but will flutter in the blood like a fish for a while before you breathe.

Everyone was very happy, and it was in vain that they had watched the excitement for so long.

As for the two girls in blankets, the fate is equally concerning.

Some people say that they were taken by the iron men, otherwise there was no reason for those iron men to take them away, and they just let them go home by themselves.

Some people also say that they will be disposed of secretly, after all, the white gauze people have sold as much face as the iron people, and the iron people have to make some gifts in return.

Everyone is racking their brains in their own way, trying to explain the strange things that they can't understand.

At least they did their best.

Seeing that the commotion outside the window subsided, Han Mingyue pushed the car door and walked down, just glanced at the blood stains on the ground, and continued to walk to the door of the camp indifferently.

Fang Chang, who was waiting there, looked at her twice in surprise. "You're not afraid?"

He had the impression that, with the exception of the "blackened" disciples of the Enlightenment, most of the blue coats in the wasteland had an extraordinary moral purity.

He was even ready to be spit out by the NPCs, but what he expected didn't happen at all.

Instead, he became the one who made a fuss.

"Do you think the Great Desert is a good place for peace?" Han Mingyue teased casually, "Besides, I'm studying here, I don't know what the situation of the survivors here is."

"Seems to be."

Fang Chang understood in an instant.

This guy looks at the people here, but I'm afraid that there is no difference from Heya looking at Xiao Yu.

Walking into Camp Lowell, Ms. Han glanced around, her eyes glinting with interest.

"Sure enough...... "She muttered. Over here? 「

Fang Chang glanced around.

There was nothing special about it except for the layers of pigeon cages and the rows of open iron fence gates.

However, Ms. Han clearly has a different view.

Taking a picture of the surrounding layout, she continued with emotion.

「...... According to the information I gathered in the Great Desert, it was once a scientific research station, and during the three-year war, a battalion-sized combat unit attached to the People's Union Army escorted a large number of refugees from the southern industrial area here, and maintained order for a short time in the early wasteland era. 「

Fang Chang suddenly became curious about the strange place.

"Lowell is the battalion commander's name? Or the name of the scientific expedition? 「

Han Mingyue said.

"It was the battalion commander, his name was 'General Lowell', and I found some of the grievances and accusations made by the survivors at that time in the cached data of a signal repeater, and even asked the authorities of the People's Union to remove him. Until the end of the three-year war, similar complaints continued, but they didn't seem to be of much use. 「

"According to the signature of the time message on the server, the last message was sent by General Lowell himself, and it seems that he intended to report to the Post-War Reconstruction Commission, or possibly to defend himself. Unfortunately, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not receive this message, and was unable to take care of the survivors of the distant province of Borneo. 「

"In that message, General Lowell mentions that, in addition to the necessary coercive measures to survive, he has taken special measures to keep local survivors fed, including forcing researchers to study how to make the soil edible, including forcing some survivors to try it as guinea pigs."

"Surprisingly, however, his scientists actually used the equipment of the scientific research station to synthesize a single-celled organism capable of degrading biomass debris. After treatment with this microorganism, the soil will take on a reddish-brown color and be easily filtered and ready for consumption. 「

"Unfortunately, only halfway through the project, Camp Lowell took place, and the survivors of the rebellion buried General Lowell, his researchers, and the results of their research in the wasteland north of Camp Lowell, near the Yongliu River, which should have been a frozen ground at the time, and they wasted a lot of effort to dig a hole large enough, and if my guess is correct, there should be a piece of red earth north of the Golden Gallen Harbor."

Fang Chang asked puzzled.

"Why should the survivors oppose him?"

Looking at the open space not far away, spreading out the pieces of mud cakes drying on the stone slabs, Han Mingyue said casually.

"Matter doesn't come into thin air, it just flows from one cycle to the next, so guess where the organic matter that makes up the 'red clay' comes from?"

Without waiting for Fang Chang to guess, she continued.

"People need to keep filling the red soil with organic debris such as corpses and feces, so that the red soil can continue to "grow", or they can only wait for it to grow slowly.

"From a carbon sequestration point of view, it's not really more efficient than farming, and the only advantage is just the hassle. General Lowell didn't actually solve the problem fundamentally, he probably read some books from the old days, and then did what he thought was a good thing with a simple desire, and finally survived by the first generation who was not crazy

The ones were raised. 「

Boy.

Soil to bury the corpse?!

Fang Chang's Adam's apple moved, and his stomach churned a little. However, the researcher acted like he was fine, and even a meaningful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

「...... Ironically, though General Lowell now appears to be a man of great ambition and a bit of self-indulgence, the descendants of those who survived were clearly more stupid than he was, and had thrown away the reserve of civilized men. His whimsical approach matched up with a bunch of even more stupid guys, and instead made their lives better. 「

"Do you think there's a better way to do that?" Fang Chang was a little curious about what good ideas sociologists could have.

Han Mingyue said with a slight smile.

"I think your approach is very good, your manager is a good person, do the right thing at the right time, don't try to get to the end of the line... As for the specific ideas, what I study is biased towards theory, and I can only give you suggestions for reference, not direct solutions. 「

After a pause, she glanced around and continued.

"I'll have to stay here for a few days, and while most of the original buildings have been demolished, I should still be able to find some useful clues...... Can you keep me safe? 「

Fang Chang suggested kindly.

"I suggest you stay in the port, the area we actually control is there, and this could become the front line at any moment."

Han Mingyue simply nodded. "Okay, listen to you."

The day after the Dolphin sent the second wave of supplies and researchers from the expedition to the port of fries, Duke Galava, who was far away in the First Hospital of Dawn City, finally woke up from his hospital bed.

Before he could open his eyes completely, the exclamation of great anticipation "fluttered" on the edge of the bed.

"Your Excellency! Are you awake? 「

The memories of his pre-fainting days flooded in like a tidal wave, and the Duke of Galava looked at his servant Nyan, who was kneeling by the window, and reached out his trembling hand and grabbed his arm.

"Golden ......"

Like a drowning parrot, he tried to get the words out of his throat.

Niyan seconds understood the expression on his face and said quickly.

"Don't worry, my lord! I have already sent a letter to Your Majesty about the matter of the Golden Gallen Harbor! Not surprisingly, they have now arrived at Silvermoon Bay, and with the radio there we can contact the scouts on the east coast of Borneo Province, and your Majesty will know the situation here by tomorrow at the latest! 「

The Duke of Galava breathed a sigh of relief.

The city defense army of Golden Gallen Harbor is really useless, but the imperial army is more than a mere city defense army, and those wine bags and rice bags are not even cannon fodder.

As long as His Majesty knows about this, he will be stationed at the Yongliu River

The gray wolf army on the side can drive the people of the alliance into the sea in minutes.

He admits that this time he made a mistake and was caught off guard by the Alliance, both on the map and morally.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as they could take back the port of Golden Gallen, they would have grasped the ceasefire

The initiative in negotiations, everything will be easy to say when the time comes.

With a relieved smile on his face, the Duke of Galava nodded slowly, letting go of the hand that was gripping Niyan's arm.

"Good job...... At a critical time, you can still be relied on. 「

It's a pity that the status is lower.

Otherwise, he would have thought about reusing this guy with a bright brain, such as giving him some powerful errand or something.

Niyan smiled shyly and said with a flattering look. "It's all the Duke who is well educated."

Garavan nodded slowly, then looked at the white ceiling, was silent for a long time, and then spoke slowly.

"Here?"

Niyan hurriedly said.

"The First Hospital of Dawning City, this is the best hospital in the neighborhood."

Seeing that Niyan stopped talking, Baburu, who was standing on the side, finally waited for the opportunity to interject, and added angrily.

"The doctor here said that if you have a heart problem and want to cure it, it is recommended that you replace your biomimetic heart. To this end, they provided two sets of quality solutions, one is the Boulder Military Industry, and the other is the Ideal City-"

In fact, there is a third set, implanted biological prosthetics.

However, the plan was too avant-garde, as if only Vault 404 residents or those infected with the slime mold variant could be vaccinated, so the doctor only mentioned it.

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a reprimand. "Shut up!"

Staring at this guy with round eyes, Niyan said aggressively, "You want the people of the Alliance to disembowel the Duke?! What are your intentions? 「

Baburu's mouth opened wide and looked at Nyan in confusion.

He had no intentions, but he did his duty as a servant, and honestly relayed the doctor's exact words.

However, he was stupid, and he panicked even more when he was in a hurry, and he couldn't say a word for a long time, and his head was sweating, but he looked suspicious.

The bedridden Duke Garava unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth. I heard that he could cure the old problem of the heart, and he was a little excited, and he was not short of that money anyway. But as soon as he heard that he was going to open his stomach, he was immediately scared again.

That's a knife on the body, not a joke.

The devil knows if the doctors of the alliance will take the opportunity to do something to him. In case that Chu Guang hinted with a look, the doctor here stabbed him in the artery with understanding, and there would be no place to reason at that time!

Reading the concern on the Duke of Galava's face, Nyan approached him intimately and whispered in his ear.

「...... My lord, I'm worried that the Alliance will take the opportunity to move something on your heart, and your illness is fine as long as you take care of your illness and take your medicine on time, but if you let the Alliance people control your heart, it will be difficult to say when it will not obey you. 「

"Oh, I expected that...... These sinister and cunning guys, how could I possibly fall for this lame measure. 「

Secretly saying in his heart that it was dangerous, the Duke of Galava glared fiercely at Babulu, who was standing on the side, then looked at Niyang, and continued with a calm breath.

"Did anything happen in the days I was away?" "There are no adults yet, Foreign Minister Cheng came to visit you once, but you didn't wake up at the time, he stayed for a while and left."

As he said this, Nyan suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I bought you the newspaper you told me to buy!"

With that, he grabbed the neatly folded copy of the Goblin Observation on the bedside table and graciously handed it to Duke Galava.

This is exactly the version from a few days ago.

Originally, the Duke of Galava's complexion had recovered a little, but as soon as he met the exaggerated title, his sallow face instantly turned red.

"Di Rang, the commander of the gray wolf army of the Xilan Empire: Crying, I just touched you, you chased me for 2,000 kilometers?!"

【...... The Burning Corps landed at the port of Jingallen, and in only one morning, the city defense army was beaten and scurried, and both the port area and the governor's palace fell. 】

These bastards...... It's just too deceitful!

Galava's eyes darkened, the world spun around, his shoulders fell backwards, and the back of his head, which had just left the pillow, sank into the pillow again.

Seeing this, Baburu and the other werewolf guards hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the newspaper out of his clutched hand.

"Your Excellency! My lord! 「

"Quick, quick, artificial respiration!"

"You're a pig! We are in the hospital! Call the doctor! Niyan pushed away Baburu, who had been leaning in to do artificial respiration, and yelled at him.

The latter ran out of the door in a panic, not bothering to think about who had fainted the Duke in anger, and shouted loudly into the hallway.

"Doctor!!

At the same time that the doctor hurried towards the ward, a roar of anger also erupted in the majestic palace of Tiandu, on the west coast of Borneo Province.

"Bastard!"

He slammed the telegram in his hand down the steps of the palace, and the witch's face burned with murderous rage, and his beard shook under his snort.

The boundless power of heaven pressed on the shoulders of the ministers, and everyone trembled and trembled, not daring to make the slightest sound.

The contents of the telegram were the original of the Goblin Observer, which detailed what had happened in the port of Kinggallen a few days earlier.

However, to the anger of Wu Tuo, the troops of the Alliance had landed in the port of Golden Gallen a few days ago, and he, the emperor, had only now found out!

If it weren't for the fact that his mission was in Dawning City and sent this newspaper urgently, I'm afraid that he, the emperor, would still be kept in the dark!

The witch's heart was like a knife, and the roots of his teeth were almost bitten blood. Governor Nehak was his confidant, earning him hundreds of millions of dinars in foreign exchange every year, but now he was reduced to the fourth rank of the Alliance.

And that's not all.

The hundreds of millions of dinars he had deposited in the bank of Port Golden Gallen have now fallen into the hands of those robbers!

Very good!

The witch gritted his teeth and creaked.

He had only intended to teach those people a lesson, but he didn't expect these guys to be so bold and reckless that they would dare to put their ideas in his pocket.

Clenching his trembling fists, the witch let out an angry roar at the ministers who were prostrate at the bottom of the steps.

"Pass my orders!"

"From now on, the entire Gray Wolf Army will leave for Golden Gallen Harbor!"

"Tell General Alayan that I don't care what he does! No matter what the cost! I'm going to get those sword flags back on the roof of the Governor's Palace!" 「