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Future\nZhou Luoyang had unintentionally let slip that completely useless remark. It was obvious—it wasn’t realistic for a time machine to be created with Earth’s current technology.\n
Du Jing didn’t care whether the other Eye of Forseti could be fixed. As he reverently put his own back on, Zhou Luoyang felt his head begin to pound. “I’m going to have to take it back to repair it.”\n
“Throw it away,” Du Jing instructed.\n
“How can I do that?” Zhou Luoyang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I promised to fix it.”\n
Du Jing glanced at the watch, as if debating something. Zhou Luoyang raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”\n
Du Jing couldn’t hide even the slightest sign of hesitation from Zhou Luoyang.\n
“I’m thinking we may not need to attend the auction.” Du Jing briefly weighed the options, then, in consideration of the antiques they themselves were consigning, changed his mind. “Let’s attend. We likely won’t extend our stay at the Peninsula tonight. Let’s leave right after the auction.”\n
The phone in their room rang, reminding them that it was time to go to the auction. The two of them left the room and began making their way downstairs. Du Jing said, “Stick close to Huang Ting at the auction. Don’t wander out of his sight. I have something to take care of.”\n
“Are you going to see Sup?” Once again, Zhou Luoyang hit the nail on the head.\n
Du Jing pressed the elevator button, nodding.\n
The Sotheby’s auction was as grand and luxurious as always. The upper level of the auction hall was full of boxes, while the ground floor hosted a banquet. Each guest representative received a wireless bidding machine, into which guests could enter the amount by which they wanted to increase a bid. Zhou Luoyang was led to his seat: row 3, seat 6.\n
The auction site was crowded with people. Many rich attendees who’d just arrived that day mingled amongst themselves, and that Russian businessman was talking to the CEO of Sotheby’s. When he spotted Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing arriving, he raised his hand and blew them a kiss.\n
“There’ll be a reception banquet shortly,” Zhou Luoyang said. “That’s where the rich and powerful rub elbows. I’d initially meant to get an invitation letter at the banquet, but you beat me to it.”\n
“A long night is fraught with dreams. Dawdling allows for unexpected developments.” Du Jing pushed up his glasses, looking around the auction hall. Quietly, he murmured, “We should wrap up as quickly as possible.”\n
Huang Ting had a journalist’s ID hanging from his neck. He had somehow managed to gain access to the auction, though he didn’t dare take photos. He waved at them.\n
“Give me a spot,” Huang Ting said, squeezing in next to them, “or they’ll drive me away.”\n
“This has nothing to do with your case,” Zhou Luoyang whispered, “so what are you doing here?”\n
Du Jing pointed at his seat, indicating for Huang Ting to take his place. He looked toward the entrance of the auction hall and spotted Sup leaning against the door—as she chatted with the person in front of her, she shot a glance at Du Jing, smiled, made her apologies, and left.\n
“I’m handing over the reins,” Du Jing told Huang Ting, before weaving his way through the throng of people and back out the hall.\n
Huang Ting looked down, adjusting his sound-recording pen, and sat next to Zhou Luoyang. \n
“Any new developments?” Zhou Luoyang asked.\n
“I got quite a bit of information out of Chen Biaojin,” Huang Ting muttered quietly, leaning in close. “Thank you for the intel. I’ll treat you both to dinner when we return.”\n
“Where’s your colleague?” Zhou Luoyang asked, matching his volume. “That ex-peacekeeping forces guy…”\n
“Don’t know,” Huang Ting replied. “He still hasn’t contacted me. He’s skipping work, that’s what this is.”\n
“Who are you?” They suddenly heard Lin Di’s voice.\n
Huang Ting looked up, meeting Lin Di’s eyes.\n
In that split second, Zhou Luoyang could feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. \n
“A reporter.” Huang Ting immediately stood, a smile on his face. “Does this seat belong to this pretty lady? I apologize.”\n
“Do you know each other?” Lin Di studied Zhou Luoyang and Huang Ting. “Where’s Boss Zhou’s…Boss Zhou’s…valet?”\n
“He’s a bit unused to this setting, so he’s resting in his room right now,” Zhou Luoyang quickly answered.\n
With another unfriendly glance at Huang Ting, Lin Di sat next to Zhou Luoyang. Huang Ting shifted to make room for her so that she ended up sitting in between them.\n
“How do you know him?” Lin Di made to whisper something to Zhou Luoyang, but she couldn’t hold back anymore. “Hey! You annoying reporter!”\n
Huang Ting was trying to eavesdrop, but Lin Di had caught him red handed. Before Zhou Luoyang could jump in to mediate, Lin Di burst out, “You’ve been sneaking around all day, digging for information from our guests. Do you really think I won’t have security escort you out? We didn’t invite you. Since you’re an uninvited guest, please mind your behavior.”\n
Huang Ting immediately pasted on a smile and apologized. Zhou Luoyang hurried to speak up for him. “Sorry…we…got to know each other a pretty long time ago.”\n
Lin Di eyed Huang Ting dubiously. “Since this is a friend of Boss Zhou’s, I’ll let it slide just this once.”\n
She was clearly saying that for Huang Ting to hear. Lin Di had thought he’d been trying to cozy up to the rich attendees before the start of the auction and had met Zhou Luoyang that way. But now that she knew they’d known each other for some time, she had no choice but to give Zhou Luoyang some face and refrain from ordering security to drag Huang Ting out. \n
Huang Ting thought for a moment and said, “It’s true that I’m a poor corporate slave. I know I don’t belong here, but I have no other choice; it’s for work. Thank you for understanding, Miss Lin.”\n
“That wasn’t what I meant.” Lin Di only disapproved of Huang Ting’s uninvited presence, but he made it sound like she looked down on him. \n
“Miss Lin, his work’s tough. He’s counting on this news report to earn a bonus and help support his family,” Zhou Luoyang chimed in.\n
On cue, Huang Ting patted his camera and added, “I’ll be sure to get your approval on my draft before sending it in.”\n
Lin Di ignored Zhou Luoyang. She didn’t believe a word of Huang Ting’s earnest promise. “How would you get it to me? We don’t even have each other’s contact info.”\n
Huang Ting was still smiling. “I asked you for your contact info this afternoon, didn’t I? But you wouldn’t give it to me.”\n
Huang Ting took out his phone and held it out to her with the QR code to his WeChat profile displayed on the screen for her to scan.\n
Without even looking at him, Lin Di took out her own phone and scanned the QR code. Huang Ting wanted to ask some more questions, but just then, the auction began.\n
This auction was very important to Zhou Luoyang. From it, he would be able to glean recent trends in the collectibles industry, as well as the general economic situation. \n
Sure enough, this year’s auction was filled mostly with small, delicate pieces. Zhou Luoyang flipped through the booklet in his hands—it was no longer like previous years, when large bronze ware and pottery haunted the auction halls.\n
—\n
Meanwhile, the elevator doors slid open on the sixth floor.\n
Du Jing put on his sunglasses and walked up to the door to room 616, which was locked. There was music playing inside. When Du Jing pushed open the door and entered, he could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom to one side of the door. \n
“Please come in,” Sup said in that gentle voice of hers, “Vincent.”\n
Du Jing remained at the doorway. Sup called out to him again. “There’s red wine on the table. Please help yourself.”\n
Du Jing gently nudged his sunglasses and looked at the red wine. Several fingerprints appeared on the wine bottle. The infrared tracks extended all the way to a drawer.\n
Sup’s naked body was just barely discernible through the glass wall of the bathroom. An infrared scan of Sup’s silhouette confirmed that they<sup>1</sup> were biologically a man.\n
Du Jing showed no visible reaction. He sat down in a chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows and gazed at the bright lights outside. Victoria Harbor wasn’t far away. The view from the sixth floor was significantly different from the view from the thirty-sixth floor. From here, Du Jing could better see the ocean and the glittering lights that were reflected on its surface.\n
Five minutes later, the sound of water trickled to a halt. Sup had washed off the makeup on their face, put on a bathrobe, and now made their way barefoot across the carpet toward Du Jing.\n
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Sup looked at Du Jing suspiciously, an unfriendly smile on their face.\n
Du Jing yanked off his sunglasses. “Who exactly are you?”\n
“You don’t know me, but I’ve seen your name and face in classified records. Vincent qianbei<sup>2</sup>, Zhou Song died, and his final secret landed in your hands. Perhaps you know best why you left the association and returned to China?”\n
Du Jing stood and replied seriously, “I have already resigned. You can’t be acting on the association’s behalf. The association can’t stick its nose in my business anymore.”\n
“Of course it can’t. That is, unless it creates a new file and an agent suggests that there are new leads on the project. Namely, that the secret Zhou Song possessed was passed down to his son. If that doesn’t happen, this case will never be touched again. For now, I haven’t reported your friend’s whereabouts to the association.”\n
“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Mister Sup. Or is it Miss? Zhou Luoyang is my college classmate, that’s all. My background was already investigated very thoroughly when I was hired.”\n
Sup narrowed their eyes and smiled enigmatically. “Yes, but there’s one thing the entire association has questions about. You and Zhou Luoyang were college roommates, but after two years you pulled out of school and joined the association. And it just so happens that the association had an old case concerning Zhou Song’s family. Tell me, could such a perfect coincidence possibly exist?”\n
“And if not? Does the association suspect me of being a spy with multiple identities?”\n
Sup said nothing, still wearing the same enigmatic smile. \n
Du Jing rose to his feet. Standing, he was a whole head taller than Sup. “If I really belonged to a different organization, then I might have had to start spy training at fourteen years old. Obviously, that couldn’t be possible. It seems the association’s standards for new recruits’ intelligence has dropped.”\n
Sup’s mouth tightened into a thin line, but they ignored Du Jing’s jab. “I can protect you under the condition that you tell me the truth.”\n
“What do you want?” Du Jing replied in the same cool tone, arching an eyebrow slightly.\n
“I want to know everything you know,” Sup said.\n
Du Jing spread his hands. “I already turned over all the information I had to the association before I resigned. You probably just don’t have the authority to access that information…”\n
“I read everything on file about you and looked into your entire background. The only thing I can’t understand is why you became acquainted with Zhou Luoyang first, then joined the association. There was zero likelihood of you coming into contact with this case before the age of eighteen,” Sup said quietly.\n
“I explained myself very clearly already,” Du Jing replied. “For the last time, it was a coincidence. I didn’t find on Zhou Song the evidence that you all guessed at and that the records spoke of. That family doesn’t possess any secret. If Zhou Song had the ability to travel through time, how could he have died? The case is cold now. It’s that simple.”\n
“But you still can’t explain why once you returned to China…”\n
“He’s my friend, my family,” Du Jing said. “That’s it. It’s that simple.”\n
He strode towards the door, Sup chasing right after him.\n
“I’m warning you, there’s no real point in reopening the case. In fact, it’ll likely attract unnecessary trouble,” Du Jing slowly said, his back to Sup. “Trouble coming from me, for instance.”\n
Just then, Sup pushed a tube of lipstick up against Du Jing’s back. \n
Du Jing neither flinched nor turned around. \n
“Newbie,” he said, voice low, “that won’t work on me.”\n
“You’ve already unraveled that secret.” Sup’s voice shook.\n
“If I had, you would know,” Du Jing refuted. “No matter what you do now, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me, because right before you pulled the trigger I could slow the passage of time, or even stop it. On the other hand, if I hadn’t unraveled that secret, your actions now would be completely useless.”\n
Suddenly, they heard a voice coming from outside—it was Zhou Luoyang.\n
Du Jing and Sup froze simultaneously. Neither of them answered.\n
“Are you inside?” Zhou Luoyang called, standing outside room 616.\n
With one hand, Sup kept the lipstick pressed to Du Jing’s back; with the other, they pulled out a gun and aimed it at the door.\n
Only a door stood between them and Zhou Luoyang. Zhou Luoyang pressed his ear up against the door and rang the doorbell a few times, but it had been set to do not disturb. \n
“I’m here,” Du Jing answered. “Everything’s fine. I’ll be out in just a minute. Is the auction over?”\n
“Not yet. What’s taking you so long? I stepped out to use the bathroom and stopped by to check up on you.”\n
Through the door, Du Jing replied, “Wait for me out there. I’ll be back very soon.”\n
Sup’s gun was still pointed at the door. They hesitated for a moment. Du Jing inclined his head and spread his arm in invitation. \n
“There’s nothing to discuss anymore,” he said.\n
“Does he know how his father died? Does he know that you have something to do with it?” Sup murmured.\n
“There’s been no verdict on that,” Du Jing replied somberly. “If I were you, I wouldn’t talk nonsense.”\n
Sup suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun to the height of a person’s heart. “Should we conduct an experiment?”\n
The world abruptly became completely silent. Until this point, Du Jing hadn’t taken Sup for a threat. Previously, he had tamped down his temper and bore with him; plus, he didn’t want to make an enemy of his old boss and couldn’t be bothered to take any action. But as soon as Sup appeared ready to shoot, Du Jing immediately whirled around and caught Sup’s wrist in an iron grip, kicked their knees, and twisted their shoulder, movements fluid and smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water.\n
At the same time, a gunshot rang out!\n
The gunshot was deafening—it wasn’t Zhou Luoyang’s first time hearing gunfire, but he’d never heard it at such close quarters before. Sup’s gun was also specially altered, and it shot a hole through the door right away!\n
“Du Jing!” Zhou Luoyang cried.\n
“Get away from there!”\n
Immediately after that came another gunshot.\n
Zhou Luoyang reached his hand through the hole in the door and pushed the door handle. Inside, he was met with a shocking sight: Sup had climbed onto the bed and leapt from it, gun in hand. As they jumped, they pointed the gun straight at Du Jing.\n
Du Jing followed them onto the bed without attempting to dodge. Instead, he threw himself right at Sup, even as they opened fire.\n
In the same moment that Sup’s finger tightened on the trigger, Du Jing raised his arms to shield his front, twisted around, and landed a kick to his chest. Sup’s back hit the tall glass windows. That, combined with the force of Du Jing’s kick, caused the entire window to give with a loud crash. Glass shards rained down like shattered ice.\n
Sup’s shot had missed and hit Du Jing’s watch at an angle so fortuitous that the bullet ricocheted to the ceiling. \n
Just as Zhou Luoyang charged inside, Sup, covered in blood, plummeted down from the sixth floor. The bullet had hit the ceiling, causing flying shrapnel to strike the fire alarm’s sensor. All at once, alarms went off throughout the entire hotel!\n
Zhou Luoyang: “……”\n
A loud thump came from below, followed immediately by the frenzied wailing of a car alarm and sudden shrieking at the hotel’s entrance.\n
Du Jing’s kick had been imbued with all of his strength. He had to incapacitate Sup—but he hadn’t expected to kick them down from the sixth floor.\n
“Let’s leave,” Du Jing said immediately. \n
Zhou Luoyang didn’t ask. Resolutely, he grabbed Du Jing and charged into the hallway. The fire alarms had frightened all the guests, who were now rushing out of their rooms one after the other. The auction hall downstairs was in an even worse state of disorder. The two of them dashed to the emergency exit. \n
“What happened?!” Zhou Luoyang was baffled.\n
“I’ll explain later.” Du Jing’s voice shook ever so slightly. They raced down the stairs. At every floor, more panicked people flooded into the emergency exitway, asking each other questions in Cantonese.\n
When they arrived at the auction hall, they were met with a scene of even greater confusion. Zhou Luoyang wanted to wait for Huang Ting, but Du Jing pulled him away, crying, “Let’s go!”\n
“Did they die?” Zhou Luoyang spotted Sup at the entrance of the hotel. They had fallen right onto the roof of a car. Police sirens blared.\n
“You’re not allowed to leave!” a police officer yelled, approaching them. “Where are you going?” \n
Zhou Luoyang wanted to retreat, but Du Jing shouldered the officer away. Zhou Luoyang wailed, “Stop! You’re attacking a police officer!” \n
Du Jing’s blow had managed to drive the officer a fair distance back. He grabbed Zhou Luoyang and dragged him out of the Peninsula Hotel. \n
“How did the police get here so fast?” Zhou Luoyang asked.\n
“There was an auction going on tonight!” Du Jing responded. “They were on patrol nearby! Hurry!”\n
“You killed them.” Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing ran down a small lane. They could hear dogs barking, and the police officer was on their tail, waving a flashlight about. \n
Face bruised, Du Jing ducked with Zhou Luoyang behind a tree. The beam of the flashlight swept left and right, and they hurried through the shadows, making their way out of the Peninsula’s gardens. Soon, another police officer cut them off from the front, yelling in English, “Stop! Or I’ll use force!”\n
Zhou Luoyang stopped in his tracks. A tall girl rushed out from the side and tripped the police officer, sending him tumbling to the ground. The two parties met unexpectedly—she was that Ukrainian girl.\n
The Ukrainian girl pointed down the hill, beckoning at them to leave quickly. \n
Du Jing promptly grabbed Zhou Luoyang’s hand, and they slid down the grassy slope and hurried through the gardens.\n
—\n
Back at the hotel, everyone was being questioned in the auction hall. Lin Di nearly lost her footing in the crush of the crowd, but Huang Ting steadied her with an arm around her waist.\n
“What happened?!” Lin Di shouted right away. “Jackson! Daniel! Where are they?! Security!”\n
The auction had devolved into utter chaos. All the attendees exited the auction hall. Police stood guard at every exit of the hotel and began to review security footage. Huang Ting followed Lin Di to the security office. The fire alarm had started at room 616, and the sixth floor cameras had recorded, clear as day, Zhou Luoyang waiting outside the door, the gunshot within the room, Zhou Luoyang entering the room, and, not long after, Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing running out of the room and fleeing.\n
Lin Di: “…………”\n
The police officers barked into their walkie-talkies and dispatched people to chase after the two of them. Meanwhile, all of the guests were herded towards the coffee shop. \n
Lin Di whipped her head around, glancing at Huang Ting.\n
“You’ve always known each other?” Lin Di asked quietly. “What did you come here for? You’re not a journalist.”\n
Huang Ting didn’t answer the question. Now Lin Di finally understood.\n
“Tell me!” Lin Di hissed.\n
This was the first ever auction she had arranged as a head organizer at Sotheby’s. Such a big event, and it was ultimately ruined by Zhou Luoyang and his bodyguard! Surely the postliminary investigation would ruin her career—and they were to blame!\n
Still, Huang Ting remained silent. He walked ahead to the center of the great hall and looked down.\n
There was a streak of blood on the ground that led to the entrance of the hotel.\n
The police officers were putting on gloves and beginning to collect samples of the blood.\n
Huang Ting turned around and looked at Lin Di. He raised his forefinger to his lips: shh.\n
—\n
At one end of Victoria Harbor, Zhou Luoyang made to enter the subway station, but Du Jing pulled him back, their steps slowing.\n
“Don’t go where there are a lot of people!” Du Jing exclaimed.\n
Central District was surrounded by tall buildings, bright and neon, like a nightless city. Zhou Luoyang said, “We just need to hide among a crowd or in a building…”\n
“We can’t,” Du Jing disagreed. “There are too many patrol officers. They’ve already gotten the news and are starting to check ID.”\n
A short distance away, a police officer was already inspecting a civilian’s ID. Zhou Luoyang had no choice but to leave the business district with Du Jing. The buildings were packed densely together there, and going down any alley was like taking a hidden path to an unknown destination.\n
Du Jing slowed down. He pressed his left hand over the spot below his right ribs. His blazer dripped viscous blood, and his breathing was labored. \n
Zhou Luoyang slipped out of the alleyway and looked around. “It looks like we’re back at the seashore!”\n
Du Jing leaned on the wall lining the alley. The ground was covered in puddles from recent rainfall that reflected the flickering neon lights beyond the alleyway.\n
“Du Jing!” Zhou Luoyang was badly frightened. “You’re bleeding so much!” \n
Du Jing panted. “His lipstick was a silenced pistol. The bullet contained anticoagulants.”\n
Du Jing’s hand was covered in blood. He pressed down on his watch, but the Eye of Forseti had already been shattered. The face of the watch had been completely destroyed, while most of the outer date ring’s bezel was broken, exposing the complex machinery within.\n
Du Jing tried to adjust the outer ring of the watch, but with a cracking sound, most of the components inside the watch sprung out and spilled onto the ground.\n
Du Jing: “……”\n
Zhou Luoyang: “……”\n
They could hear barking again in the distance. Du Jing stared blankly ahead. \n
“Never mind the watch!” Zhou Luoyang exclaimed. “ Let’s go! Hurry, let’s find someplace empty to hide!” \n
Supporting Du Jing by the arm, Zhou Luoyang led them out of the alley and down the stairs at Star Ferry terminal. They’d run for nearly five kilometers by now, but the wailing of police sirens and the barking of police dogs still followed them.\n
“How are they still behind us?” Zhou Luoyang asked.\n
“Blood trail.” Du Jing removed his hand and looked down. They hid beneath the pier. Zhou Luoyang quickly took off his own shirt, then took off Du Jing’s shirt and blazer, baring his slim abdomen. It was too dark for him to gauge the severity of the injury.\n
Left with no other option, he pressed his shirt to Du Jing’s wound.\n
“You need to see a doctor,” Zhou Luoyang said, voice shaking. He couldn’t let Du Jing continue to bleed out like that. “It’s okay, we need to staunch the bleeding before anything else. The condition of your injury is more important…”\n
Du Jing bore the pain and leaned back against the aqueduct. He glanced down at the shattered Eye of Forseti.\n
Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing looked at each other.\n
“No,” Du Jing said. “We can’t let them catch us right now.”\n
“Can you stop the bleeding yourself?”\n
“I need some time. I can find a closed pharmacy and break in…”\n
The police sirens grew louder; they were already right above their heads. On the street ten meters away, several people were talking to each other loudly in Cantonese. They alternated between speaking English, Cantonese, and broken Mandarin through a megaphone, urging Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing to come out.\n
Zhou Luoyang turned to look. His hand tightened around Du Jing.\n
“Take care of yourself,” Zhou Luoyang said. Then, holding Du Jing’s blazer, he walked up the stairs. \n
Du Jing paled. Just as he was going to reach out to stop Zhou Luoyang, Zhou Luoyang raised both hands in the air and stepped onto the road, into the harsh glare of high beams.\n
Du Jing’s eyes widened. He watched helplessly as Zhou Luoyang walked away.\n
“I’m right here!” Zhou Luoyang turned his head sideways to avoid the lights shining at him head-on. “You can stop yelling!”\n
A police officer quickly approached him. The officer cuffed his hands behind his back and pushed him down on the hood of a cruiser.\n
A flashlight was shone down the stairs. Du Jing held his breath. He pressed himself further into the darkness, most of his body submerged in the seawater.\n
The flashlight swept back and forth several times. The police escorted Zhou Luoyang into the cruiser, and the sirens gradually faded into the distance as they drove off.\n
Zhou Luoyang sat in the back of the police car with his hands cuffed behind him and an officer on either side.\n
“Are you injured?” one asked. “Do you need a doctor?”\n
“I want to speak with my lawyer,” Zhou Luoyang responded.\n
He knew very well what to say and what not to say at a time like this. But the officers didn’t give him the phone. \n
“Tell me the number,” one instructed. “I’ll make the call for you.”\n
Zhou Luoyang looked at the police officer’s phone. The time was displayed on the screen: 11:59. He blinked—and suddenly, everything went dark.\n
He tensed, then shifted experimentally—his hands were free!\n
The lights switched on. He was back in the cozy room at the Peninsula, twenty-four hours ago. \n
After sending a text, Du Jing stood up from the table and put on some music. Lalaland’s smooth soundtrack filled the room. Outside, Victoria Harbor’s colorful lights twinkled.\n
“Let’s dance,” Du Jing suggested gallantly, “and celebrate with some wine?”\n
Zhou Luoyang didn’t say anything. He stared at Du Jing.\n
Du Jing lifted up his shirt and revealed his beautiful abdominal muscles. See, I’m uninjured.\n
<hr class="wp-block-separator">\nFootnotes:\n
<ol>In the raws, the narration switches from using the female pronoun 她/”she” to the male pronoun 他/”he”, but after some discussion with opal, other fan translators, and readers, I ultimately decided to go with “they” instead of “he” from here on out for Sup. There currently isn’t a Chinese character representing a gender neutral pronoun, so you could say Feitian’s intent with the pronoun change is a little bit ambiguous. I’m going with “they” because it leaves readers with more room for their own interpretation. [Back]Term of address for a senior. [Back]</ol>\n<hr class="wp-block-separator">\nTranslated by beansprout. Edited by opal.\n
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