পঞ্চপঞ্চাশতম অধ্যায়: সুঝৌ-এর সকাল
qian zhou theke rona debar pray dosh din por, shiter agomoner shomoy, noubahini ponthor second guruttofol shohor: shuzhou te poulo.
etar purber juge kobider mukhe "e sotti keno nodi khuleche, ek hajar mail bhumite kono pahar nei" emon kobita theke bojha jay je jalur koto shubidha purno chilo.
liu zhao shami ke hottya kore singhasone boshar por, yugkor diye uttor yen ke shanto rakhle o, koek doshok dhore kokhono nishchinto thakte paren ni. tini ebong tar koyekjon protyi mohasochib grand canal-er unnoyon ebong rokhabekhon ke khub gurutwo diyechilen, jate gnarar shompod uttore nirbighne poulate pare.
khaja hexi-er kothar jonno, zhao xuan soteyon dhonnobad janale, ebong tar pichoner ghorani ke ishara kore kichu rupa nishchit kore ferman niye asha khaja-er hate tule dilen.
tai bola jay, jodi kono moha bipod ashbar shesh muhurto porjonto opeksha korte hoy, tobe se prothom muhurto thekei akromoner shikar hobe.
tokhon rajshobhar shobai jokhon shomrater moner kotha andaj korchilen, tokhon shongshon-e boshe thaka zhao yun noiti phoenix dekhar por sheshe muk khulen.
pashe hothat ekta vishal purushontho awaj shuna gelo, tong en ebong xu hui ekshathe matha tule takalo, ebong thik voy pabar moto chokh boro kore takalo.
li nan matha nicher dike feme rakhe, buker vitor ekta krodh jole uthechilo, kintu zombie guli shob venge matir moto hoye gechilo, tar krodh ke shohjo korar moto r kono kichu chilo na, ebong tar chokh porechilo tar hate thaka baseball bat-er upor.
"jodi tong en na thakto, tobe tumi amake chere dite na." he xiao chokh tule ji siming-er chokher dike takalo.
tritio dine, choturtho dine, lin yi nian shomoy moto dawson kompani-er ofis voboner baire xu hui-er ofis theke ferar opekshai thakto, xu hui jekhanei jak na keno, je kono kaj karuk na keno, she ek meter durto nirbhul vabe mene cholto, ek pa o neshie shathe thakto, je porjonto na se apartment-er niraopotta dorojar opare harie jeto.
"ji siming-er sathe thakar por theke, amar kono bondhu chilo na bollei chole. tai, ami shudhu tomakei phone korte perechi. tumi nischoye obak hoccho, keno amar kase tomar phone nombor ache, ami, ami ji siming-er phone theke churi kore likhe niyechilam. tong en, tumi ki shunchho?" he xiao-er awaj khub dhire chilo, sadharon shomoyer theke khub alada chilo.
"hum! tomra manush guli khub chalak pranir moto, keu bhalo noy, shobai ek oporer sathe lorae ebong ghore bhetor dondho kore, ki kore amader zombie jati ke harabe, amra ki manusher sathe haat melabo?" zombie nayok datar diye, opoman kore bollo, tar sada chokhe aguner moto shital alo jhochilo.
kono dur na ek jora premik alingon korchilo, rashtay emon drishyo dekha khub durlov, kintu amar mone kono uttepona jaaglo na, borong ekta obirto nirashar shrishti holo.
tini jotota shadharonvabe jiggesh korlen, lu su totota shobdhan chilen, emon ekta prosno, sothik vabe uttor na dite parle, lubu-er jonno bipod dake ante pare.
tar nijer dharona onujayi, biye bhanga mane bondhuto thaka, onno ke shotru banabar kono dorkar nei.
ei bar jodi shottyai birol shoktir malik ke prolobhito kore ei prithibite ana jay, ebong tar nijer prolobhone pore mara jay, tobe kebol tar praner baksho noy, borong shei nayoker thikanar bhetorer bon-e machroom pran-er baksho ebong onnanno jadu pathorer moton jinis guli shobai malik-bihin hoye jabe.
somor apeksha shuru holo, kichu pakhe, sun wukong thakay, poseidon ra tar mukabila korte parlo na.
shob shesh shob dog competition-er shomoy, song chengzhi-er gorber goldie ke, olo sohojei harae dilo, eta song chengzhi ke khub kharap laglo, kintu mene nite holo.
ekjon kulin bhabe sajano jubok obhiraj vabe samne thaka galian-er dike takalo, uchuta chara, tar kono vishesh boishishto chilo na. ei bhabe, ahongkarer jubokti sohojei galian-er dike takate chay ni.
mili-er chap-e, yang mu ke bhalo vabe perform korte holo, jate se dher chhobi tulte pare.
tokhon e, kalo golok theke hothat ekta kalo roshmi beriye elo, ghorer faka jaygay dhire dhire manusher shorirer ongoguli "ake" dilo.
stark poribarer purber poshyo shontan hishebe, ebong ekaoi bhandi hishebe, ekhonkar folafol niye beshi khushi chilo na.
shekhane liao hai-er sathe lorai kora tinjon khorog-dhari, ei drishyo dekhe sharirer romokata diye uthlo, bhoye shobai kampoman holo.