Chapter 4549 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Nine) Face to Face
The man with gray hands asked: "What did the man who claimed to be your father say after hearing this?"
The man replied: "He...he said that I...deserve...just because...I don't recognize him as my father...I can't...can't see my mother and can't hear...my mother's voice."
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man said: "I asked the man what I could do to see my mother."
"Did he tell you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said...the time has passed...even if I agree to recognize him now...then...then I can't see it." The man said.
"Have you thought about trying any method to see the surrounding scene at that time?" The man with gray hands asked.
"No." The man said, "I don't know...what to do...after all...after all...in that dark place, I...can't move...my hands also seem to be controlled. Same...can’t move at all.”
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you try anything else after listening to his words?"
"Any other attempts...for example?" the man said.
"For example, find a way to let yourself hear...hear your mother's voice." The gray-handed man said.
The man said: "This...this...I..."
He hesitated and did not say it immediately, as if there was something unspeakable.
The man with gray hands asked, "Is this question difficult to answer?"
The man said: "It doesn't count either."
"Then you should say so." The gray-handed man said.
"I...I did try." The man said.
"What did you try?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Try...try to do something...so that I can hear...hear my mother's voice." The man said.
"What exactly did you do?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I asked the man who claimed to be my father, what can I do to hear my mother's voice," the man said. "Did he tell you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Well...he...told me," the man said.
"How?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He asked me... to recognize him as my father." The man said, "to recognize him as my father. Before he asked me to recognize him as my father..., he also..."
"What?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He even touched my face with his fingernails..." the man said.
"What is this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He asked me...asked me..." the man said, "asked me if I could feel him...under his blue nails...the warmth of the blue-armored man's flesh."
The man with gray hands said: "He said that his nails are blue. You don't know whether what he said is true or not, do you?"
"I...I didn't know it at first," the man said, "but then I felt...it was true."
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because I... I thought he was using the nail of the hand that he used to hold the knife... to touch mine." The man said, "So I asked him, which... which hand was cold? Where’s Liang’s knife?”
"Did he answer your question?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Answered." The man said, "He answered me... and disappeared."
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I asked him if... he put it in the other hand." The man said.
"How did he answer you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He...he directly touched my face with...the nails of his other hand." The man said, "The nails of both hands...were covered."
(End of chapter)