Chapter 4557 (four thousand five hundred and fifty-seven) miserable
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The man who claimed to be my father finally...disappeared." The man replied.
"You didn't see your mother in that place after all?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't see it." The man said.
"Was the singing still there at that time?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Always...always," the man said.
"Do you hear that man singing the same song all the time?" asked the Gray Hand.
"I have been singing a song repeatedly." The man replied, "Actually...if it wasn't like this, I guess...even if I rack my brains to remember, I still...can't remember the melody. Then...I just said I can’t tell you anymore.”
The man with gray hands said: "Do you think the person who sang could hear the conversation between you and the person who claimed to be your father?"
"It should... it should... I don't know this either." The man said, "I can only... I can only guess, but I can't guess."
The gray-handed man said: "Then what did you guess?"
"I guess...I guess he didn't hear it," the man said.
"Why do you think so?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I...I just made a baseless guess." The man replied.
"Is it just a random guess?" the gray-handed man asked, "or did you think that the person did not participate in the conversation between you and the person who claimed to be your father?" "It is also the factor you mentioned." The man said, "But...but even this factor...can't be considered a basis...it's still...still a wild guess. After all...when the man who claimed to be my father was talking to me...the singer There should be no need for people to get involved...so...so even if she hears it...she may not talk to us."
"The singer didn't talk to you either?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"You didn't take the initiative to talk to her?" the gray-handed man asked again.
"I didn't tell her." The man replied, "Actually, that... that singing voice... was quite scary. Naturally, I... naturally didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to her."
"When I heard you humming just now, I didn't think it was that scary." The gray-handed man said.
"My humming is different from...her singing." The person said, "The voice that person sang...is...really...very miserable...if you say it doesn't sound good...it's just like... It's like a ghost is singing..." He felt terrified in his heart when he said this.
At this time, the man with brown hands whispered to the man with gray hands: "Listening to what he said, it really felt like the man on the top floor of Muxi Pavilion singing before he committed suicide."
The gray-handed man also whispered: "Yes."
"Isn't that person his mother?" the brown-hand man asked.
"I don't know either. When I heard him say it just now, it didn't seem like it." The man with gray hands said.
The gray-hand man and the brown-hand man spoke very quietly at this time, so the man could not hear them. The man felt that the gray-handed man suddenly stopped asking questions, and he felt a little strange. This feeling intensified his fear of the singer's voice. However, he silently told himself in his heart: "Actually, it is an ordinary song. That person's voice may be like that. It is nothing. Everyone's voice is different. There is nothing terrible. That person's voice is like that." It doesn’t mean anything.”
(End of chapter)