… , Baili Xin typed a line in the group chat, Am I so popular
Emil: ... Welcome, wounded me.
Baili Xin recalled the scene when Emil was locked in a small dark room as punishment by the NPC. Man, you’re really hardworking.
Emil paused as he was packing his luggage: "Ah, I'm crying when I talk too much. I wanted to test the extent of the system's punishment, and deliberately challenged the system's rules. But I was not completely unprepared, Samael was waiting by my side in advance, and although the process was a bit bloody, the final result was good.
Emile: I have never had the desire to strive for success. As long as I can get enough or leave this damn place, it is more important than anything else.
Baili Xin: Song Yuantian wants me to revive Hongyue, but what about Samael? He wants me to clear this dungeon? What is in this dungeon? People who are close to Samael should know something we don't know.
Hongyue: ...Thank you for remembering me.
Baili Xin: Haha, Hongyue is here too.
Hongyue: Haha.
Emil: I don't really know who Samael is. He was already in the Sand Sea Guild when I entered the game. He was not the vice president, but at best a guild member who was much better than me. I met him when I accidentally saw his face during a dungeon.
Blissin: …
Emil: From that day on, he bit me. He ordered me not to reveal his appearance to anyone, and if he knew, he would kill me.
I was terrified, and I didn't want to cause any trouble, so I agreed.
Baili Xin: When did he give you the movie tickets
Emile: It was soon after I saw his face. He looked like he was threatening me. I thought he would really kill me instead of just scaring me.
Baili Xin: Why can't his face be seen? His face is quite handsome, and there's nothing unpleasant about it. Did he sneak into the game hall? Once his face is exposed, will it be detected by the system? What about that cloak? What special props does an ordinary cloak have? Hongyue, did you find anything special after wearing that cloak
Hongyue: Let’s ask people. When I put on the cloak, the zombie virus was just eliminated.
I received two system prompts.
One congratulations to me for reconnecting to the system, and one for obtaining the hidden aura buff, which was brought to me by the cloak.
Baili Xin: Yes, Hongyue, I haven’t asked you before, what floor are you on now
Hongyue: Me? I'm at level 350 now. I was one of the top ten players back then, but now I can't even reach the average level. I'm ruined.
Baili Xin: Emile, the identity of Samael should already have the answer, right
Emil: Yes, but it's too outrageous. You want me to believe that he is an NPC who escaped from the dungeon to the game hall? It's outrageous. I have been controlled and threatened by an NPC for so many years. I am so sick.
If Samael is really a person in the dungeon, how did he enter the game hall from the dungeon? I think we need to find him. He may know more about the rules of the game than we do. Baili Xin raised his head inadvertently during the private chat, and his eyes suddenly froze after seeing the scene in front of him clearly.
Jiaer didn't know when she changed her clothes. She took off the gorgeous and luxurious long dress she wore during the day and changed into a light silk pajamas.
Long sleeves, not revealing, but surprisingly good-looking.
The long golden hair that was tied up during the day was simply let down. She sat on the slope, one hand idly supporting her chin, a pair of eyes looking at leisurely, and it was unknown how long she had been staring.
There was light flowing in the azure eyes.
Like a leopard hunting on the grassland.
Just prey in her eyes.
Her eyes seemed to tell her that there was no escape.
Baili Xin secretly turned his eyes, and when his thoughts calmed down, he saw that several messages had been sent in the group chat.
Hongyue: The system told us from the beginning that a dungeon is just a game dungeon. But I have more say than many people about what is inside a dungeon. Don't forget, I have lived in a dungeon for decades.
The data person I once thought of was so real that it was scary. Can data really be so real? The touch of cold snowflakes dripping on the face, the smell of blood flowing out of the body, and the fear of the NPC. They never thought of data people, but a living life.
The only people who think that they have the same data are us players.
So the question is, why aren't we wrong
Emir: ... Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered one thing. I once asked Samael where his hometown was and what his long-cherished wish was.
Samael expressed his long-cherished wish, to break the curse.
I asked him again what the curse was, but he hesitated and finally said nothing.
curse
Baili Xin's eyes fell on these two words.
When he was chatting privately with Xia Chi, Xia Chi also mentioned the word "curse". His movie is about the curse of the Siren.
Is Eden Resort also related to the curse
Baili Xin raised his head while thinking, and his eyes were stunned again.
Gal, who was just outside the room, came closer in a wheelchair and moved to the door.
Still that hunting gaze.
Baili Xin: "..."
123 Wooden Man
"Miss Jia, Miss Jiaer," Baili Xin pulled herself out of consciousness, "What's wrong?"
Gal smiled faintly, charming and beautiful: "Nothing, just a piece of advice. No matter who calls you tonight, don't leave the room. But..."
She paused, the corners of her lips curled up again, "I think I won't wake up even if someone calls me tonight."
"Mr. Baili Xin, I wish you a sweet dream tonight. I hope we can meet in your dream. Good night~"
Baili Xin kept his shoulders tense until he saw Jiaer leave, frowning slightly.
Every time I just say a few words in a mysterious way, can't I just tell him everything I know? !
Are you playing the Brain with him here
Unexpectedly, Gal never came to see Baili Xin again in the next half hour.
Although this suite was only inside the living room, the facilities inside were no worse than the room they had lived in before.
Just like the tour guide said, there was a large double bed and a slightly smaller single bed.
The two rooms are separated and each room has an independent bathroom.
There is a common area outside the bedroom where you can rest.
It can be said to be the ceiling of the suite.
For some reason, Baili Xin felt particularly tired tonight. He originally wanted to stay up until later and not go out. After all, it was almost certain that his little daughter would die tonight. He wanted to see how the Golden Room managed to do this.
However, at ten o'clock in the evening, the sound of pendulums hitting each other was heard outside.
“Boom.”
“Boom.”
“Boom.”
With the loud crashes, all the surrounding lights in the room went out.
All the guests heard the familiar voice of the tour guide outside the door: "Dear guests, I wish you a sweet dream. Good night."
The next second, Baili Xin, who had just sat on the bed, had a blank mind and lost consciousness instantly.
The room that was brightly lit a moment ago, at this moment, was swept into darkness.
There was a rustling sound.
rustling.
rustling.
The sound was like that of a snake sliding through the grass, eerie and creepy in the quiet darkness.
Unlike the guests in the room who were all fast asleep, the servants outside the room all had their eyes open.
In the pitch-black night sky, their eyes were exceptionally bright, flickering unblinkingly in the dark hall, like a will-o'-the-wisp suspended in mid-air.
In the darkness, a pure white figure quietly came to Baili Xin's bed.
The crow on Baili Xin's shoulder also fell asleep, lying on the pillow with its arms and legs spread out, its white belly exposed.
The pure white figure looked at the crow with empty light blue eyes, then pinched the crow's legs in disgust and threw it back. The crow immediately fell on the sofa not far away in a parabolic posture.
After dealing with the little crow, the pure white figure once again looked down at the young man who was falling into sleep.
He looked at the young man carefully with his light blue eyes, and was relieved when he confirmed that his soul had not been deceived by the devil. Then he gently turned the young man over and touched the back of his neck with his fingers.
The moment the fingers touched the back of the neck, two black marks and one white mark appeared at the same time.
The black chains locked the white wings tightly. The wings struggled like a trapped beast, but could not escape the shackles of the black chains.
The pure white figure's handsome eyebrows gathered together, and the next second he pointed his finger at the back of the young man's neck again, and two more white marks appeared on the back of the young man's neck.
At this point, the young man's neck was crisscrossed with black and white, with three white marks and two black marks left in sequence.
Seeing that the white mark completely suppressed the black chain, the pure white figure relaxed his brows and pushed the young man: "Hey, wake up."
However, the young man seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and no matter how the man pushed, he could not wake up.
Outside, the leaves were swaying one after another, as if something was lurking outside.
Unable to wake the young man, the angel no longer insisted, he gently carried the young man into the bed, I adjusted to a comfortable position and covered him with the quilt. Until every wrinkle on the quilt was smoothed, he found the corner closest to the young man, crossed his arms and slowly closed his eyes.
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When Baili Xin opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned.
He remembered clearly that he lost consciousness while sitting on the edge of the bed yesterday, but now he appeared under the quilt.
Baili Xin looked around vigilantly and soon found a piece of white feathers near the pillow.
The quilt covering him had pointed corners, which was so obsessive-compulsive that it was outrageous.
Baili Xin: "..."
Who else but angels
So, did the angel appear again at night
They appear at night and disappear during the day. Does that mean angels are only active at night
Baili Xin looked at the clock on the wall. It was seven o'clock in the morning.
After staring at the white feathers for a while, his confused consciousness finally came to his senses.
It was strange. Although he didn't dream last night, he seemed to hear something calling him.
Only the calls seemed to come through the clouds and mist, and everything around him was white. In the dream, he stood in the mist for a whole night.
There was a knock on the wall next door, and along with it, Karna's unique voice also sounded, "Mr. Xin, are you up?"
Baili Xin rubbed his face, sat up from the bed and replied through the wall: "Good morning, Ms. Gar."
Gar: "I'm glad to hear the voice. It's so powerful. It seems that I slept well last night. Did you have any dreams last night?"
Dream
Baili Xin thought about it seriously again, and it seemed that there was nothing else except that cloud of misty fog.
He answered truthfully: "I didn't dream about anything."
Just as the two were talking across the wall, there was a knock on the door, followed by the familiar and annoying voice of the tour guide, "Guests, are you awake? I'll be in the breakfast room soon. We have an event today."
Activity
"What activity?" Baili Xin walked to the door and knocked on the suite door.
The fake smile of the tour guide Thomas was immediately exposed in front of him. He looked outside over the tour guide's shoulder and saw that in the lobby of the reception room, more than twenty attendants were standing in the corner, motionless, with their eyes straight ahead, like robots.
The tour guide smiled and said, "After all, we are all guests. We cannot keep you locked up like prisoners. As the tour guide of the resort, after obtaining the consent of the resort owner, we have decided to continue to take you to visit the resort. No one wants to die, but when death happens, we have to face it calmly. Life must go on. What do you think, guests? Am I right?"
Baili Xin glanced at the servants one by one and asked, "Did anyone go out last night?"
Tour guide: "You are the third guest who asked me this question. Even so, I will patiently tell you that our servants did not sleep all night and no one went out."
Baili Xin: "I'm number three, who are the first two?"
Tour guide: "Master Emile and Mr. Richard."
Baili Xin: "..."
No one went out, which means no one entered the golden room last night. Doesn't that mean the wish-maker and the sacrificer don't exist
Could it be that simple
Recalling something, he glanced towards the suite not far away and asked, "Are the others awake?"
Tour guide: "They were sleeping soundly, but I woke them up. It seems that everyone slept soundly last night."
The tour guide took a look inside and said, "I have to check every room to see if anyone is there. Is Miss Jiaer here? Please ask her to come out. I want to confirm."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gar pushed the bedroom door open as if he had heard it.
She was wearing new clothes and looking at the tour guide from a distance without saying a word.
The tour guide glanced at her and gave her a professional fake smile: "Good morning, Miss Jiaer. Dinner will be in half an hour. I hope your mood today is as bright as the sunshine outside."
I watched the tour guide leave and walked to the next room.
Baili Xin did not enter the room, but stood at the door and looked at the tour guide.
The next room, where Nick's older daughter has the actress' room.
As the tour guide knocked on the door, after a while, the door was knocked and a soft and shuddering sound floated into Baili Xin's ears.
When he heard the voice, Baili Xin was obviously stunned.
The one from the door was none other than the youngest daughter.
The little girl said timidly as always: "Good morning, Mr. Tour Guide."
Tour guide: "Good morning, Miss Nick, may your mood be as bright as the sun today. Did you sleep well last night?"
Prisin pricked up his ears.
Younger daughter: "Not bad, very good, thank you for your relationship."
Tour guide: "That's good. Anyone else in my room?"
The little girl hesitated and said, "Sorry, my sister is sleeping. I... I'll go call her. Please wait a moment."
Tour guide: “Okay.”
About half a minute later, another strange female voice came from the next room, "Good morning, Mr. Tour Guide."
"Good morning, Miss Lisa. It looks like you had a good sleep last night."
Lisa another actress.
The two chatted briefly and Lisa left.
Two minutes later, the eldest daughter's complaining voice reached Baili Xin's ears, "Why are you here so early, tour guide?"
Tour guide: "Ms. Nick, the early bird catches the worm. We have prepared a lot of apple pies for you for breakfast today. You will like them later."
I thought my eldest daughter would be excited, but she only said "Oh" with a lack of interest, "Is that all? I see, I'll be there in a minute. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first."
She was completely different from the eldest daughter who didn't want to eat enough yesterday.
The tour guide said a few simple words and came to the next room.
Seeing the tour guide leave, Baili Xin stopped watching and closed the door.
The little daughter is actually alive.
He had also deduced that the younger daughter's entry into the golden room had been acknowledged by the servants and herself, and this could not be wrong.
If the relationship between the wisher and the sacrifice is true, then the problem lies with the sacrifice of the youngest daughter.
Could it be that the eldest son-in-law chose to become a sacrifice for the younger daughter, so the younger daughter did not die
Baili Xin looked deeply at the room next door through the wall and slowly walked into the bathroom.
More than ten minutes later, when Baili Xin pushed the door open again, he had already changed into clean clothes.
The crow stepped on Baili Xin's shoulder.
The crow was indeed a demon. It looked like it was going bald yesterday, but today its shiny black feathers have all grown back. It probably enjoyed the comfort of not having to fly. It curled up comfortably on Baili Xin's shoulder and cackled twice: "Young man, I can make wishes come true. Will you sign a contract with me today?"
Baili Xin glanced at the persistent crow and asked, "What is my wish today? Have you figured it out again?"
Crow: "Humph, only stupid humans would ask me such a stupid question. The great little devil knows everything, of course I can see what he wants. He covets the young master's position and has always wanted to replace the young master's existence."
“That’s too easy for me.”
"Just say I am willing, and I will help you realize your wish."
Baili Xin: "What's the price?"
Crow: "The price is of course a delicious soul, what do you say?"
Baili Xin stared at Wu's blood-red eyes and suddenly asked a question, "Does this count as a wish?"
Crow: "Yes, why not?"
Baili Xin: "Then is there a way to make a wish that does not involve offering souls like this, but other sacrifices?"
The crow tilted its head and stared at Baili Xin for two seconds, then turned its head to look at the bedroom next door. Two seconds later, it suddenly cackled twice, "No, no, Miss Bujiaer is trying to seduce me. I am a principled demon and I only make deals with myself."
Jia Er did not come out, Baili Xin found a sofa and sat down: "I have principles, what principles?"
The crow tilted his head again: "The reason why the contract can be reached is that both parties have the will. If you want it, and I can help you complete it, in return, I will take something from my body as a reward. This is something I am willing to do."
"But if it's a sacrifice, the sacrifice itself is uncertain, so the danger of backlash against the wisher is very high. And the sacrifice usually carries a strong resentment, which is not something we like. So we are very taboo about sacrifices, and prefer to bewitch the wisher and make them willingly offer their bodies."
Baili Xin raised an eyebrow: "Bewitched?"
The crow made a "cack" and froze its wings.
Baili Xin: "..."
No matter who Crow Gar is, he will be the one to be attacked directly.
It seems that the so-called sacrifice is not advocated in this movie setting.
The rules for wish-makers and offerings in the Golden Room are even more intriguing.
Amplify desires, attract wishers, contribute close ones, and turn close ones into enemies.
This series of actions seems to be deliberately testing and challenging people's bottom line.
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At 7:40, when Baili Xin pushed Jiaer into the restaurant, the others had already arrived.
Everyone was chatting and laughing, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Everyone got along fine that night, and no one died or disappeared again, which seemed to be good news for everyone.
"Although it's a bit uncomfortable to sleep like this, at least it's safe." The philanthropist's wife said, "But if I have to choose freedom over safety, I would rather choose safety. I really hope the police will come soon and this nightmare will end soon."
19 people, now only 15 are left.
"Ah," Mr. Nick nodded, "this resort has caused me a lot of trouble."
His eyes wandered around the table, finally landing on the actress Elizabeth.
Elizabeth's face turned pale and she quickly lowered her head.
The man next to her glared at Mr. Nick fiercely, then hugged Elizabeth tightly in his arms as if asserting his sovereignty.
Mr. Nick shrugged indifferently, his eyes wandering around the dining table. When his eyes swept over the empty chair that originally belonged to Mrs. Nick, his expression changed. He turned his head and pointed at the empty chair and asked the tour guide, "No one is here, what's the point of leaving the chair here? Isn't it unlucky? Remove it immediately, you hear me?"
The tour guide maintained his professionalism: "Okay, Mr. Nick."
Looking at Mr. Nick's ruthless expression, Mrs. Philanthropist snorted coldly and sighed, "Then shouldn't the wife after all miss her the most?"
Mr. Nick rubbed his temples: "I only miss her beautiful face, not those pieces of meat."
"Whenever I see this chair now, my mind is filled with all those pieces of minced meat. I'm so scared, let alone nostalgic. Whoever wants to miss it can do so."
The philanthropist's wife showed contempt in her eyes, then she looked at her considerate husband beside her with satisfaction and said with emotion: "Well, I didn't marry such a man. Although I don't like Mrs. Nick, I really feel sorry for Mrs. Nick."
Mr. Nick was not moved at all until he saw the servants remove Mrs. Nick's chair, and then his face looked better.
The eldest daughter clung to Mr. Nick, her hand coquettishly holding his arm, and her voice was particularly loud.
Eldest daughter: "I had a really wonderful dream yesterday, Dad."
Mr. Nick looked at his eldest daughter lovingly and said, "My dear, what sweet dream did you have?"
"I dreamed of a table full of delicious food," the eldest daughter said, patting her cheeks excitedly, "It was so real. I have never eaten so much."
"After not being able to finish the meal in my dream, I personally didn't feel hungry anymore."
The little daughter smiled in agreement, "Ah, my sister was talking about making a wish for a table full of delicious food yesterday."
Baili Xin just happened to hear this when he sat down. He glanced at Emile Hongyue beside him, and the three of them looked towards the direction of the eldest daughter thoughtfully.
After the eldest daughter's mood improved, the younger daughter's attitude also softened a lot.
Hearing her little daughter's words, she smiled on her chubby face, "I not only dreamed of delicious food in my dream, but also dreamed of angels."
"He was so handsome, only an angel could have such a face. He asked me what I wanted, and I said I wanted a big table of delicious food."
The little daughter said "Oh" and continued: "That's amazing, what did you dream about?"
Baili Xin frowned slightly.
It seemed like the younger daughter was deliberately asking questions.
But the eldest daughter didn't think much about it. She seemed to be willing to share everything. "I dreamed of a golden door."
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became cold.
"Golden door," Mr. Nick said slowly, "Speaking of which, hey, guide, I remembered that you haven't investigated the Golden Room yet, right?"
"What if the murderer is not among us at all, but hiding in that golden room?"
Mr. Nick's eyes suddenly fell on Baili Xin, who had been silent from beginning to end. "I remember Mr. Baili Xin mentioned a detective yesterday, but the tour guide said the detective didn't come."
"How come he's sometimes there and sometimes not? Could it be that this mysterious detective is the murderer? Baili Xin, why is there only that so-called detective? What's your relationship with that detective? Could he be the murderer or his accomplice?"
All eyes at the table were focused on Baili Xin.
Crow whispered against Baili Xin's cheek in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I heard it. This beer-bellied bald guy wants to be a thunder."
Baili Xin's eyes turned cold.
He looked at Mr. Nick coldly, "Isn't your brain not fully developed?"
Mr. Nick: “?”
Baili Xin: "Please think carefully. If I were in the same group as the detective, why would I tell him about seeing him? Don't you think I'm a fool? Do you think I'm a fool?"
Nick: “…”
I was sure he was scolding me, but it seemed as if he didn't say a single curse word.
Director: "Mr. Xin has a point. But who is that person?"
Baili Xin: "I think we should ask the tour guide for more clarification on this question. We are just strangers in the resort. In order to protect our safety, the resort's security should do a good job."
"Since the security is in place, strangers shouldn't appear here. But if this person is really a stranger, it proves that there is a problem with the resort's security. In the final analysis, the resort should bear full responsibility for the danger we encountered this time."
"A responsible resort should come out to appease everyone if something like this happens. But now it's been more than a day, and we all know that the owner of the resort is here, but he still refuses to show up."
"On the one hand, they claim to put guests first, but on the other hand, they don't respect guests. I think this resort is a rubbish place with a splendid appearance but rotten inside."
"The stranger I saw that night, calling himself a detective, could he be the mysterious owner or craftsman of our resort?"
"Oh, that's it. There's a craftsman here, so he can't be the murderer, right?"
Emile and Hongyue frowned slightly after hearing this.
Tsk tsk, I can’t afford to offend you. When God Xin gets angry, he will even bite people.
Baili Xin's words successfully shifted all the attention on the scene to the tour guide.
Faced with everyone's questioning, the tour guide had no choice but to say, "Actually, I originally planned to take you to visit the back garden after dinner today. Since the owner and craftsman of your resort are so interested, I will add these two places to the itinerary."
"Is this all right?" The tour guide looked over and landed on Baili Xin, "Mr. Xin?"
Baili Xin blinked and looked at the tableware with an innocent face, as if the aggressive man just now was not him.
Crow: "Gah, then the tour guide has all the knives."
The corner of Baili Xin's eye fell on the little girl nearby.
When breakfast was over, Baili Xin called to her youngest daughter, "I'm so glad to be here again today."
The little daughter's eyes were red, "I didn't expect it. I was ready to die. A brother-in-law... I didn't expect that he would sacrifice him for me."
The little girl wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Baili Xin with tears in her eyes, "Sir, you didn't tell my father and sister about your discovery, right?"
Baili Xin looked deeply at her little daughter: "They are not good, why don't you choose to divorce?"
The little daughter smiled bitterly, "Where are you going to leave me? I haven't learned anything at Nick's house. I'm just a girl with the title of a young lady. If I leave Nick's house, I will have nothing. But if I stay at Nick's house, at least I'm the second young lady of Nick's family."
"And I love my dad and sister, and if my mother betrayed them, then I understand why they did this to me."
"Not only do I not hate them, I am grateful for them raising me up. In the face of my mother's betrayal, they could have thrown me into the street and left me to die, or thrown me into the slums and made me a refugee. They could have treated me like a servant, but they didn't. I am already very satisfied."
"While I appreciate the help of the Ashleys, my roots are in the Nick family."
"Thank you sir for your relationship. I will remember your kindness."
The little daughter almost cried when she spoke at the end.
After saying this, without waiting for Baili Xin to say anything else, the little daughter ran away in a hurry.
Baili Xin looked at his little daughter Li's back, thoughtfully.
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After breakfast, we visited the back garden as the tour guide suggested.
Baili Xin and his companions walked at the back, not looking at the eldest daughter in front.
The eldest daughter didn't eat much this morning, but she was in a particularly good spirit and it was obvious that her appetite was satisfied.
The little daughter followed behind the few people obediently. The son-in-law did not stop beating and scolding her. However, facing the beating and scolding, the little daughter always behaved humblely and without any dignity.
Hongyue looked at it and shook her head.
She kept complaining that there must be something hateful about pitiful people, and that they were the kind that could not be helped.
Baili Xin's attention was on his eldest daughter.
Emile came up quietly and started a group chat quietly.
Emil: ... I asked you to look for the craftsman's house, but I didn't expect to find it this way.
Baili Xin: I looked around that night, but couldn't find it. I don't have Xia Chi's good luck, and I can't do anything at night. Let's just give up.
Emil: …
Look at what kind of people you are attracted to, Samael.
Hongyue muttered in the group chat: I am so mad at this little girl.
I really want to slap her in the face and wake her up. What on earth was she thinking? She was about to leave that family, but she ended up going back. Couldn't she see that those people didn't treat her as a human being
Emile: Philanthropists and their wives are not necessarily good people. She should also weigh the pros and cons.
Hongyue: ...Ah, this poor child.
Baili Xin: I have a bad feeling.
Hongyue: What
Baili Xin: Someone is expected to go missing at 12 noon today, and the area will remain closed this afternoon. Emile, if there is a commotion later, we must find the craftsman's room in the morning, otherwise we won't be able to go out in the afternoon.
Red Moon & Emil:…