অধ্যায় ১৬৪: প্রত্যাবর্তন ১

তা thekeo soke, er age mahakash ba space theke lohar তরবারি ber karar ghatonay, li su jekhetro dekhei feleche, apnadera samne zhang yue ar nije space thakay ta lukiye ba gopon rakhte cayni.

tai se khuleameli jinishpotro songroho korte laglo, shen ran ta dekhe ekdike osahoy feel korlo tobe onnodike ta kothin bhabe sroddha o bhalobasha diye niye nilo.

ordhok ghonta por tara ditio tolay phire elo, zhang yue dekhlo je ei manushgulo er modhye keu kono sompodo ba rosod niye kaakakhaki ba lorai korche na, borong khub shongothito bhabe dayitto bhag kore niye kaj korche, shobai mile khabarjoggo ebong baboharjoggo shob jinish ke alada kore packet ba baksobondhi korlo, tarpor abar manush diye niche namiye garite tule dilo.

tobe ebar bishal shongroho hoyeche, je shobai beriyechilo, sobar jonno vag royeche.

keu lorai ba tangi koroni eta shobcheye bhalo hoyeche, se kono rokom rosod niye kono jhamela chara phire jete chayni.

chen qidong kache ese jiggesh korlo: "miss, oder je koyjon ahoto hoyeche tara ki thik ache?"

zhang yue bhirer modhye takiye dekhlo, bhalo bhabe bandha kora ahoto koyjon lok, bhirer modhye nijeder mott moto sahajjo korche.

se matha narlo, "mone hoy khub akashi ahoto noy kono somoshsha nei, tobe emon ta korle zombi hote hobe na thik e, kintu kono super power ba protibha jage na, tara shadharon manush e theke jay. jodi apokalypse ba dhongsho shomoye dirghodin beche thakte chao, ebong baire jodi lorai korte chao, tobe nijossho sharir ke aro shokto korte hobe, nije ke shoktishali kore tulete hobe, nahole porobortite shudhu zombi der nakhre ba hatei pran harate hobe."

"oh." chen qidong bujhe matha narlo.

ekhane ashte pray du ghonta shomoy legeche, bristi onek kome giyche ebong tufan o chole geche, ashar shomoyer moto ar toto bhongonorup ba bhebechela chilo na.

tobe ferar pothe, tufane bhenge pora onek gach er guri ebong aborjana rasta jure pore thakay rasta bondho hoye giychelo.

tai der hotei tara abar kichu shomoy nosto kore hotel e phire elo.

hotel er bhitore jara pehradar hisebe chilo tara agei shob jinishgochoe niyechilo, sobari dorkar moto glass er bhetor diye baire takiye chilo, tara aasha korchilo jara baire geche tara jeno shurokhkhay phire ase.

jokhon oder gari shuru holo, tobe sobar mukhe hashi phute uthlo ebong tara taratari gate er tala khule, phire asha manushder shagotom janalo.

"tomra sheshe shurokhkhay phire ashocho, khub bhalo laglo."

"haye, tomra thik acho to?"

manush kome jayni dekhe, shudhu koyekjon ahoto hoyeche, ebong abar jiggesh korlo: "ahotoder ki obostha khub kharap? ektu bishram nite hobe ki?"

zhang yue shobseshe gari theke namlo, se dekhlo tara prothomei jiggesh korlo na ki ki jinish songroho hoyeche, ba se nije koto pabe, borong sobar shurokhkha niye chinta korche, eta dekhe se obak holo.

emon manush, dhongsho ba apokalypse er shomoye khub kom thake, tar purber jiboneo apokalypse onek boshor kabiye thakleo, emon lok khub kom e dekheche. ebong ei manushgulo ke dekhe mone hoyna keu apyto ba attoyo, borong hothath dekha howa daler manush, emon manushrao je ekjon onnojonke khobor rakhe eta khub e durlob byapar.

eta ki tai je se abar notun kore jibon peyeche, tai tar kopal eto bhalo je emon manush er shathe tar dekha holo?

jodi tai hoy tobe ki...

zhang yue bam hate dane hath diye, dane hate thot er upore hath buliye, chokh mitmit kore bhablo.

"miss, apra sheshe phire ashocho, amar khub chinta hoyechilo." ma wang take gari theke namte dekhe, dourate dourate ase ebong tar chinta bhenge dilo.

take tene bame dane dekhe, se je thik ache eta nishchit kore, tarpor take upore niye gelo, jete jete bollo: "ami gorom jol ar khabar banie rekhechi, tomra baire eto shomoy kaj kore oboshyi khide peyeche, taratari snan kore khabar kheye nao."

keu chinta korle, snan korar boyostha thakle, ebong bhalo khabar peye eta se khub pochondo kore tai kono apotti korlo na, ma wang ke tar hate chere diye, tar pichone pichone upore chole gelo.

shen ran ta dekhe kichu bollo na, tarpor pa feliye pichone pichone chole gelo.