Chapter 4542 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Forty Two) Husky
The man said: "Because... because the person who made the strange noise... his voice was very rough... not only rough, but also a bit... a little hoarse... like... like an... old man I met before." Grandpa's voice. And the singing voice is actually... more like the voice of an... aunt I met before. "
"How can you be sure that the voice that sounds like the old man you met is not singing with another voice?" asked the gray-hand man.
"This...obviously...obviously not." The man replied.
"Why are you so sure?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because that... voice that sounded like the old man I met... later... spoke to me... and I knew from the content of his words that he would not... sing with that person." The person who said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go, is what makes you different from me," said the person.
"What did that man say?" asked the man with gray hands?
"That person told me that it's dark here... here... and it's so quiet." The person said.
"What was your reaction after hearing this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I talked to him." The man said.
The man with gray hands was really surprised when he heard this and looked at the man with brown hands.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "That is to say, this time he still thinks he has spoken, but we didn't hear him 'talking to himself' here?"
The gray-handed man said: "Yes, the situation is different from last time."
The man with the brown hand said to the man with the gray hand, "Ask him what that man said."
The gray-handed man said "hmm" and asked the person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." "What did you say?"
"I said to the man with a rough voice: 'It's not quiet here.'" the man said.
"What's the reaction of someone with a rough voice?" the man with gray hands asked. The man said: "He told me: There is no other sound here except yours and mine."
The man with gray hands said: "In other words, the person with the rough voice couldn't hear the singing you heard?"
"I don't know if he... really couldn't hear it or something..." the man said, "What he said next was also very... strange."
The gray-handed man said: "What else did you say?"
The man replied: "He actually said he was my father!"
The man with gray hands said: "You don't believe it?"
"I... of course I don't want to believe... his voice doesn't sound like my dad's... voice... but... like... the voice of that old grandfather I saw a long time ago," the man said.
"Then do you think you said anything in that darkness?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I told him," the man replied, "I told him that his voice is different from... my father's voice."
"What about him?" the man asked.
"He said that the situation... will change." The man said, "He also said... and said that in some cases... some people can only... open their mouths, but... can't speak at all. Make a sound, like...like my mother."
"Your mother?" The man with gray hands asked, "Did he continue to say anything about your mother?"
"I told you." The man said, "He said... He said he wanted me to see how my mother was opening her mouth to sing but couldn't make any sound..."
(End of chapter)