I have special killing skills

Talked to Watson a long time ago.

"Even if Sherlock goes to prison, his brother will still have to work hard to get him. In the end, there is no benefit at all except to make trouble."

In a way, Lestrade was the first to see how the brothers got along.

"I want to eat fried dumplings." Sherlock closed the computer and turned to ask his good doctor.

Watson had no choice but to go to the kitchen resignedly, put the takeaway he just bought on a plate, and use this to feed the discerning detective.

While Watson was busy, Sherlock turned on the computer again, unzipped the downloaded compressed package, then stared at the folder with those blue-green eyes without any emotion, and finally clicked on one of them.

The picture that appeared was clear and complete. A blond man in hard armor was holding a hammer in his hand, with a lightning-like background behind him.He stood beside him in the muzzle of a dark-haired man with green eyes Sherlock knew all too well.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, his face showing excitement that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Thor, that's really interesting.

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☆、38·Sudden Marriage Proposal

"How is your psychotherapy?"

"not bad."

Lifting the quilt and getting up, Moriarty snorted softly when he heard Moran's response: "Come on, don't think I can't see it, you don't trust him at all."

Moran paused when he squeezed the toothpaste: "No."

Moriarty rolled his eyes, perhaps because his actions were too blatant but rather playful: "Then why didn't you answer the question she asked you last time?"

question?Mo Lan thought about it carefully. It seems that during the last psychological treatment, the female doctor asked casually about his relationship with Moriarty. Moran kept silent until Moriarty said directly. "We are bed partners", which frightened the female doctor enough.

Mr. Captain's eyes looked at Moriarty, and found that Little Jim was moaning and looking for clothes while stepping on the blanket angrily, obviously very dissatisfied.Moran, who has never been able to comfort others, also did not know how to turn the situation around this time. He chose to tell the truth: "I was thinking about how to introduce you."

"Bedmate, it's easy." Moriarty tore a shirt from the closet, found it was Moran's, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it.

Moran naturally saw little Jim's bad behavior, but he slowed down his tone even more because of this: "This is too informal, Jim, I have been thinking about when you can marry me."

"..."

Rao was as perverse as Moriarty and was taken aback. He stared blankly at Moran, carefully discerning the subtle expressions on this man's face, and finally came to the conclusion that he was serious and was thinking hard about this matter. question.If the anger just now might have had an element of acting, then the astonishment now is really genuine.

Moran didn't seem to know what he said. He lowered his head and continued to squeeze the toothpaste. His voice was as steady as usual: "I love you very much, and we have done many things step by step. I think our relationship needs to be improved. One step further."

Step by step?Do you call a relationship that rolls into bed within ten hours after meeting you as a step-by-step relationship?

Moriarty tried to ignore the episode, yes, he tried to ignore it, and dismissed the conversation as one of the aftereffects of Moran's broken head.And he cursed the poor psychiatrist in his heart for the unlucky question he asked.

"I think we need to pay a visit to poor sweetheart Rocky," Moriarty said, trying to change the subject, buttoning his shirt. "His brother doesn't seem to be easy to deal with, and he doesn't seem to be smart enough."

Moran took the toothbrush out of his mouth, rinsed his mouth, pulled off a white towel and wiped it on his mouth.After refreshing himself, he seemed to have forgotten what he said just now, and said in a low voice, "That's an idiot."

Moriarty was amused by him, and the belt around his waist was still unfastened, but the dark-haired man obviously didn't care.He walked to the back of Moran like a leisurely stroll, then gently supported the man's shoulders, looked at the man's blue eyes from the mirror, and smiled slyly: "You are always right, my Mr. Captain. Oh , your perfume smells really good."

Moran was not very satisfied with Moriarty's compliments. Little Jim never lacked honey in his mouth, but only he knew whether it was true or not.Putting the towel back on the shelf, Moran turned around and gave Moriarty a hug. Moriarty looked at Moran's clean chin with brown eyes and smiled, then hugged him back generously.

His Sebastian's good habit of shaving his beard every day is actually quite easy to develop, as long as he is not stingy with rewards when he does it right-a hug or a kiss, and mercilessly punishes him when he does it wrong- Get him to sleep on the couch, and Moran will always learn what's right and what's wrong.

This method Moriarty firmly believes that it is effective, because he trained the little golden retriever in this way when he was a child, and in just one week, the little golden retriever was able to steal things from the refrigerator for him to eat.

But Moriarty can't train Moran so that he can head the ball for himself, but he can try to help his lover do better in this way.

Everything is perfect, isn't it.

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The two of them packed up, took a basket of cookies and went out.It was just across the street, but Moran still wore rigid and formal clothes, with a serious expression, so serious that Moriarty turned around and pinched his face after knocking on the door: "Be gentle, dear Moran, you It's a sight that would frighten our good neighbours."

Moran allowed Moriarty to move, but his expression did not improve at all.

Maybe some things are really innate, Moriarty finally gave up, pouting angrily.

At this time the door was opened, revealing Thor's handsome face.

The man with blond half-long hair still had a sunny smile, especially when he saw Moriarty, Thor was obviously very happy, and his voice was hearty: "Jim, it's nice to see you. The takeaway you delivered last time, Luo Kee loves it."

Moriarty is more willing to believe that Loki was burned out by the chicken legs bought by Thor, so he will accept his "good intentions".However, the black-haired man still had a smile on his face, and passed the cookie in his hand: "You're welcome, as a friend, this is what I should do."

Thor took the basket, and the fragrance inside made the corners of Thor's mouth curl up a few more times.Moran has been paying attention to Thor's actions. After he paid enough attention to the hammer that Thor never left his hand, he gently pressed his cuff with his hand.

There was a miniature camera there, and the images he took would be sent directly to the M16 database, and after screening, they would appear in Mycroft's computer.

Regarding what Moran did, Moriarty pretended that he didn't know—even though Moriarty had fully explored the high technology of his lover's whole body on the first day of meeting—he was still smiling. Follow Thor up the stairs, and his left and right sides have been firmly interlocked with Moran's right hand, never leaving.

Pushing open the door of the living room, one can see Loki sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket at a glance.He is no longer in the state of a little blue man, his skin is as pale and bloodless as before, and his green eyes are bright and clear, like the best green gemstones.Holding a teacup in his pretty hand, he blew it slowly. Hearing the movement, Loki turned his head to look over. When he met Moriarty's eyes, he first raised his eyebrows, and then stepped back slightly.

Thor put the basket on the table, walked towards Loki, stretched out his hands to help him pull the blanket: "Loki, Jim came to see you..."

"Cold." Loki turned his head away from Thor's hand, frowned, leaned back with his slender shoulders, opened his lips lightly, and spit out a word.

Thor immediately jumped up as if his tail had been clicked, quickly closed the door, and then quickly scanned the room, making sure that there was no exposed place before looking at Loki with a sigh of relief.And the green-eyed man slightly bent his lips towards him, and Thor smiled as if he had received the highest praise.

Moriarty, who was witnessing everything, rolled his eyes secretly. It seems that what he told Loki before was really too profound. If he had known that his brother was so easy to fool, Loki only needed to learn to close that mean face at the right time. The mouth is enough.

Since Rocky Cookie wanted hot soup, Thor volunteered to go to the kitchen, Moriarty was a little afraid that he would ruin the kitchen and asked Moran to help.

Moran looked at Loki, then at Moriarty, and said in a low voice, "Call me if you need something." He went into the kitchen.

With his gun, of course.

The moment they closed the door, Loki pulled off the camel blanket and threw the teacup in his hand aside casually, and the teacup seriously violated the principle of gravity and fell gently on the table.

"It seems that you are recovering well, and I may need your help in a few days." Moriarty smiled and sat opposite Loki, picked up the red apple on the side plate and took a bite, making a crisp sound.

Loki raised his hand slightly, and Moriarty clearly saw a light blue barrier tightly blocking the kitchen door. He looked at Loki, only to hear the green-eyed man say indifferently: "It's just blocking the door." sound."

Moriarty clapped his hands: "Your little trick is really useful."

Loki was too lazy to refute Moriarty's wording now, and looked at Moriarty indifferently with jewel-like eyes: "During this time, those 'friends' of my brother may come, they are not like Thor It’s so easy to fool, you’d better restrain yourself from those little tricks you did.”

Moriarty tilted his head and took another bite of the apple, looking innocent and wronged.

Loki pointed out his window casually: "The man named Parker beside you stayed on the roof there more than once, and he didn't hide it. If it wasn't for my help to cover it up, he might have been crushed to death by Thor's hammer." .”

Moriarty muttered: "Useless little Parker." Then, when he looked up at Loki, his smile resumed, "Little Rocky, don't always be hammering and hammering in the future, it will easily lead to associations." ~" After finishing speaking, he secretly looked down at Loki.

I knew I couldn't talk to this person properly!

Loki directly clenched his fist and crushed the apple in Moriarty's hand, and Moriarty dodged neatly to avoid the splashing juice.

"Bad boy Rocky, you're always making fun of people." Moriarty blinked pitifully, "Poor little Jim is about to be ruined by you."

The corners of Loki's eyes twitched. After weighing the pros and cons of killing this person and killing him in a few days, he took a deep breath, pulled down the barrier abruptly, and said, "I want to go for a walk."

"Brother, don't move! I'll take you out for a walk!"

Thor, with good ears, rushed out of the kitchen, and before Moriarty and Moran could react, he picked up Loki and strode downstairs.

The corners of Moriarty's eyes twitched, while Moran said indifferently: "Idiot."

☆、39·A date next to the Thames

Given that the owner's family was no longer there—or kidnapped by his brother—Moriarty and Moran decided not to stay long, the two left the room, and then Moriarty saw the surveillance cameras on the streetlights looking at them sharply. Slightly nodded.

Moriarty waved his hand with a smile, seemingly indifferent.And Moran has always been indifferent to these, or has become accustomed to the occasional strange behavior of little Jim, and has turned a blind eye to them.

"Do you need to go to work today?" Moran naturally took Moriarty's hand and put it in his pocket, his slightly cold fingertips were tightly wrapped by the warm palm.

This kind of action was never done by Moran before, and Moriarty clearly felt that this man was obviously getting close and declaring his sovereignty.Thinking of the very informal and romantic proposal in the morning gave Moriarty a headache, but he was still very happy about the closeness of his lover.Not caring at all that he was on the stuffy London street, Moriarty replied with some joy: "There is nothing better than being with you, my dear Sebastian. The school boys, go to the school in the afternoon." Tuning|teaching is also possible."

Moran squeezed Moriarty's fingers tightly: "Go eat."

Moriarty looked at Moran's profile with a smile: "Are you sending me a date invitation?"

Moran freely admitted that, in fact, he was thinking about dating.Although they have come to the last step, but counting, the time spent together is not in the bed but in the sofa, which is not in line with Captain Moran's concept of healthy life.

Anyway, he wanted to go out for a walk, and his blue eyes couldn't help but look at the person whose pet was walking on the street. Moran thought, maybe it would be a good choice to get a dog in the future.

Moriarty naturally saw his movements, and pouted a little unhappy: "Don't even think about raising a dog, Sebastian Moran, I don't like dogs."

Why would anyone not like dogs?How lovely they are.Moran tilted his head and looked at Moriarty, and finally found a reason for little Jim in his heart.

His Jim is a feline and naturally dislikes canines.

Moriarty looked at the suddenly enlightened expression on Moran's face, and was a little speechless.His intuition told him not to ask Moran what he was thinking at the moment, because he always felt that something was wrong.

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Picky little Jim is not easy to please, in any way.

There are many good restaurants in London, but there are few that can be remembered by Little Jim.Picky criminal masters always have their own opinions, which directly lead to Moran's selection of restaurants being rejected by Moriarty one after another.

"What do you want to eat?" Walking beside the Thames, Moran looked at Moriarty helplessly and indulgently.

Little Jim, who has adjusted to the love mode, nodded his chin, and then said his thoughts firmly: "I want to eat what you made."

Moran thought carefully before giving an answer: "But it doesn't seem like a date at home."

Moriarty blinked, and finally tiptoed to press a kiss on Moran's lips.His lover is sometimes strict and silly, but the understanding and magnanimous little Jim decides to ignore Moran's stupid head. Who makes himself a good person? People who have met Little Jim say so.

In the end, they chose a restaurant. In fact, it was Moriarty who picked it up randomly, and Moran also approved of the restaurant's decoration taste.

It was still early, and there were not many people in the restaurant. The two of them picked a seat by the window, from which they could see the beautiful scenery of the Thames, but Moriarty simply liked the wide view here.

After ordering two steaks, Moriarty took out his phone and fiddled with it, but before he could log in to Twitter, he saw his phone was taken from his hand by Moran.The brown and black eyes watched helplessly as Moran put his mobile phone into his pocket, and Little Jim stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction: "Give it back to me."

"It's not good for the eyes." Moran didn't let go at all, and patted Moriarty's white palm that was extended indifferently.

Moriarty shrugged, without forcing, his eyes looked out unconsciously.

But at this moment, the figure of a man walking slowly beside the Thames made his eyes freeze for an instant.Gray windbreaker, black hat, every step of the way and adhere to the rules, from dress to behavior are very different from the British people around him, and let Moriarty judge the identity of this person just from the back.

Eric, the German man who should have left England a few days ago, is still wandering in London.

Moriarty frowned slightly, and his gaze seemed to catch Eric's attention.Magneto stood still, raised his head slightly, and met Moriarty's eyes.

Immediately, Eric's eyes turned to Moran who was opposite Moriarty, and the next second, a very indifferent expression appeared on Magneto's face, and the light in those eyes was as cold as a knife, making people chill.

Moriarty clearly felt a little restless movement of the knife and fork in front of him, and the direction of the knife was obviously facing Moran.Subconsciously clenched the table knife, Moriarty firmly held down the vibrating knife, and stared at Eric with brown and black eyes, with unknown meaning.

Eric lowered his palm slightly forward, his eyes turned around Moran again, then looked at Moriarty, and finally put his hand down as if giving up, and Moriarty held his hand The table knife on the table is also settled down.

Moriarty's palms were sweating, but his face was still calm.

"Are you hungry?" Moran misunderstood Moriarty's movements naturally.

Moriarty kicked Moran's shin under the table, not much effort, more like a half teasing rub.Moran's eyes darkened, and he naturally ignored the momentary unnaturalness on Moriarty's face.

When he turned to the window again, Moriarty saw the German man raised his hat politely, and Moriarty also waved with a smile, then naturally turned his eyes away, one continued to walk and the other continued to sit quietly, all in peace.

"Acquaintance?" Moran asked while adding milk to the black tea.

Moriarty rested his chin and looked at the empty Thames River outside the window, with a smile in his voice: "I saw a good-looking man and said hello." After he finished speaking, he saw Moran's hands visibly paused. Little Jim explained in a good mood, "Of course, Mr. Captain, you are the best, and I can't bear you."

Moran silently pushed the black tea in front of Moriarty, and Moriarty's words directly caused Moran to remain silent for the next time, and Moran didn't open until the two returned to Baker Street. Mouth: "Jim."

Moriarty tilted his head: "Huh?"

"Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

Moriarty, who had already got his phone back, looked through the schedule: "In order not to let that damn school dismiss me, I still need to go there this afternoon, to torture those little ones who don't want to study. guys."

"Then, let's go to try on the dress in a few days." Moran's expression was flat but firm.

"...Huh?" Moriarty was taken aback for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, with a stiff expression on his face, "I don't want to get married yet."

Moran didn't speak again, but he obviously didn't give up his thoughts.

His little Jim was an elusive man to love and tie him to, as Moran had said in all his books on love lately.

Moriarty tidied up a bit and left Baker Street. Moran stood by the window and watched Little Jim leave until he couldn't see the man's back, then quickly took out the palm-sized device from his pocket.

The red light above flashed, and Moran remembered it very clearly. Just when he was eating in that restaurant, a man in a black hat approached, and the thing in the pocket of Moran's windbreaker produced a violent vibration.

He could generate an early warning when the mutants used their abilities, and at that time, besides himself and Moriarty, there was only the man in the black hat.

Moran's blue eyes were heavy, as deep as the sea.He took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said in a low and indifferent voice after the connection: "BOSS, I have noticed the traces of mutants, and my ability is unknown."

Mycroft had just returned from gym workouts for the day - Sherlock had teased him about being fat again yesterday - and was clearly out of breath.After drinking a glass of light salt water, he sat down in his armchair, prodded the flesh of his leg, and said with a sigh: 'Is it traceable? '

Moran lowered the velvet curtain with his hand, and said as he walked towards the bedroom, "Yes."

'Specifically, Sebastian, of course I trust you enough. ' Mycroft put the towels on the tray Anthea was holding up.

"I already know the people who are in contact with him. They should have their next meeting in the near future." Moran opened the drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom and reached in.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows in interest: 'NAME'

Moran poured out the bullets in the gun, and the pure white compressed plastic rolled back and forth in his hand.The blond man's voice did not pause at all, calm and indifferent: "Jim Moriarty."

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☆、40·Dance with you

"That's all for today's class. I need to see your thesis next week. This is linked to your final credits. Pay attention."

The black-haired man in a suit took off his glasses and turned off the projector with a smile, announcing that get out of class was over.Slowly tidying up the books on the table, he suddenly felt someone walking towards him.He raised his head slightly, and saw a tall man standing in front of him.His blue scarf wrapped his slender neck, and his amber eyes stared at Moriarty without blinking.

Moriarty tilted his head and smiled politely: "This classmate, the teacher is in a hurry. If you have any questions, you can come to me in the next class."

The man did not speak, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his handsome face looked like a statue.

But it was obvious that the man's silence made Moriarty a little impatient.At an angle avoiding the eyes of the students, Moriarty curled the corners of his lips, and his smile was evil and charming like a devil: "Dear detective, don't tell me that the reason you came here to listen to my class is Staring at me in a daze."

Sherlock Holmes didn't mind at all about Moriarty's bad attitude. His eyes lowered slightly, and he looked at Moriarty, who was a head shorter than himself, and said in a low voice, "The one who kidnapped the two children from the orphanage Man, it's you."

Moriarty took off his glasses - he believed that the eyes could effectively make Professor Jim look a little more dignified - and the expression on his face looked mild and harmless: "Mr. Detective, I think I have enough alibi. "

Sherlock frowned, and his voice lowered unconsciously: "I am very clear about the way of exoneration, I just want to know what they corrected..."

At this time, a girl with beautiful short brown hair came over, blushing, but still smiling brightly: "Professor Moriarty, do you have time after school?"

Moriarty immediately stopped looking at Sherlock, and instead turned to look at his students.Little Jim is holding a book, and although he is the professor of these excellent students, Jim looks about their age when he takes off his glasses.Showing the warmest expression, Moriarty smiled and said, "I'm sorry Alice, I have an appointment with my lover."

The fact that Moriarty had a companion obviously made the girl named Alice a little hurt.The delicate and flower-like expression on her face slowly dissipated. Girls who are young at the time have the right to do anything, and their little tears will take away everyone's sympathy. Anyone who sees that kind of loneliness will feel sad.

Unfortunately, there are two people standing in front of him, one is little Jim who didn't like women in the past, and the other is Sherlock, who only has Watson in his world regardless of men and women. There was the slightest fluctuation in their hearts.

Wiping away her tears, Alice was still a little unwilling: "Professor Moriarty, I just hope that I can be friends with you, you..."

"Honey, let's go~" Moriarty suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Sherlock's arm tightly. Sherlock subconsciously wanted to push him away, but stopped when he felt the cold muzzle of the gun behind him .

Alice covered her mouth and looked at the two people in front of her in a daze for a moment, then suddenly said "I wish you happiness!", turned her head and ran away.

In the auditorium of Nuo University, only the smiling little Jim and Holmes stood there frowning.

"You did a good job, Mr. Detective." Moriarty looked at Sherlock approvingly, and then slowly retracted his pistol.

Sherlock didn't respond to Moriarty's praise. In fact, his expression was mixed with anxiety and coldness from the beginning to the end. Maybe others couldn't see it, but he had studied the lack of muscle movement on the human face. Moriarty, of course, was in a very unusual state until Sherlock at this time.But little Jim turned a blind eye, hugged his book, and waved to Sherlock: "I'm going home, Sebastian is still waiting for me to eat."

Sherlock took a step forward and stopped in front of Moriarty.Moriarty looked at Sherlock's legs that were much longer than his own with some jealousy, secretly thinking that one day he would have to saw off him.

"The footprints in the orphanage are not John's, nor is the DNA, but the two children can still identify John's face through the photo, which is very unusual." Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, looking extremely dangerous.

Moriarty shrugged, looking indifferent: "Since you have the evidence, detective, even if Dr. Watson is prosecuted, you should be able to help him avoid punishment. Now what you have to do is to lose and help Scotland Yard Instead of trying to embarrass poor innocent little Jim here."

Sherlock didn't react at all to Moriarty's deliberately pretended grievance, he lowered his head, looked into the brown-black eyes of the black-haired man, his expression suddenly became gloomy and dangerous: "You already knew that the charge was not guilty, but You did it anyway, and the only result of doing so was the failure of the frame. Moriarty, it is not your goal to put John in jail." Sherlock paused, "You are ruining his reputation, and now the whole of Scotland Yard They are all suspicious of John and have added countless surveillances to him. You want to destroy him."

Moriarty obviously liked Sherlock's expression at the moment, and he even reached out and poked Sherlock's face a little obsessively.This action was very rude, even a bit vulgar. Sherlock stepped back subconsciously, only to find the brown-haired man standing outside the window.The man stood outside the window and smiled slowly, and his face was the man holding the rifle by the swimming pool that night.

With just a moment of staring, Moriarty managed to poke Sherlock in the face.

As soft as ordinary people, but colder than ordinary people, the high cheekbones looked proud and conceited, and Moriarty had no doubt that if he punched him, his fist would definitely hurt.

Moriarty dropped his hand just before Sherlock moved away.He smiled, with half of his face in the sun and half of his face in the shadows, with an unrecognizable expression: "This expression belongs to you, my Mr. Detective. It is dangerous, cold, and as cold as ice and snow. Look at it." The way you used to be, you were trained by that doctor to look like a cat whose claws had been plucked out, Holmes, the life of a common man was never for you."

Sherlock took out his handkerchief and rubbed it hard against the skin that Moriarty had just touched.Hearing Moriarty's almost chant voice, he curled his lips in disgust: "Don't whitewash your crimes."

"No, no, dear consulting detective, I'm just reminding you." The smile on the corner of Moriarty's mouth became more and more obvious, but the expression with the corners of the lips raised but the eyes not responding at all looked horrifying, "Forever Don't long for the light, the result of reaching out to the light will always be darkness again, and only those who have been warm will understand what cold is."

Sherlock said nothing, for Mycroft had said almost exactly the same thing to him.At that time, John had just moved to 221B Baker Street, and Sherlock never thought that John Watson would be by his side for several years in the future.

Apparently, Mycroft anticipated Sherlock and Watson's relationship long ago, and he's won again.Sherlock pursed his lips, looking unwilling.

Moriarty put his hands in his jacket pocket, and walked towards the door in a leisurely manner: "Come and play the game, my great detective, if you want to save your good doctor's reputation, please do your best, I'm waiting , and dance with you in the dark|"

But at the moment when Moriarty grasped the doorknob, Sherlock said quietly: "Mr. Moran's perfume smells very good. I wrote an article on perfume identification on my website. I think you can go and see."

Moriarty left the lecture theater without changing his expression, but the moment he closed the door, his face darkened and his face was distorted like a devil.

This startled Parker, who just came over, and he asked cautiously, "Boss, what's wrong with you? Did that curly-haired guy bully you? I'll avenge you..."

"Shut up, if you say another word, I'll make you a shoe." Moriarty called Parker viciously, and strode away from the campus.

Little Parker was a little at a loss. In fact, he only mutated the ability of fire, but his head was still not very smart. He was absolutely loyal to Moriarty Parker, but Parker didn't know what Moriarty was thinking most of the time.Poor little Parker could only quickly follow behind Moriarty, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Moriarty really knew how to make shoes out of human leather, and he never threatened people with lies.

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