Chapter 4574 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy-Four) Bayonet
"Always smiling? You mean, he also kept smiling when he told others about torturing him? He didn't even change his expression? asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes," said the man, "always. When he talked about being tortured, his smile looked... particularly sharp... like a bayonet..."
"Did you feel yourself stabbed by the bayonet?" asked the Gray Hand.
"A...a little bit," the man said.
"But you don't believe he is your father, do you? Why do you also feel stabbed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I don't want to believe it, but...but...when I see that smile...like that...I feel something in my heart," the man said.
The gray-hand man said: "Does this mean you believe something to a certain extent?"
"No...no...I...I can't believe it." The man said.
"Can't? Still don't believe it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Because...because I can't...I don't believe it." The man said, "But...just when I knew I couldn't..."
"Do you believe it too?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't think I believe it anymore. I can't believe it, otherwise it would be too... too embarrassing!" the man said.
"Why is it so embarrassing?" asked the man with gray hands.
"My father is from Tiechang, how could he be instigated by...those people in blue armor to do things?" The man said, "My father would never have such a shame no matter what! So, even if my heart trembled a little, It doesn’t mean I believe it.”
The man with gray hands asked: "Do you think it is your father's shame?"
"It's not only a shame for my father, but also...a shame for me...of course...it's also...a shame for us Tiecang people," the man said.
"Did you say anything when the other person smiled?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I told you." The man said, "I said he can't even make it up." "What about him?" said the gray-handed man.
"He said he didn't have to make it up," the man said, "and he made himself stare at his face."
"What did you see?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I saw countless scars suddenly appeared on his face... not only on his face, but also on his... neck... Those scars seemed to be as deep as they were, and... and... It looks familiar," the man said.
"Why does it look familiar?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Because...because when I abused those blue-armored people before, I once caused such scars on some people's faces and necks." The man answered.
"Did the scars make you change your mind?" the man with gray hands asked.
"No," the man said. At this point, he suddenly paused, and then said: "Actually... it's best to say that I haven't changed my mind... As for whether I have wavered... this... this kind of inner matter, it's hard to judge."
"Just tell me what you think in your heart. What's wrong with judging?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't know if... for a moment... I was shaken," the man said.
"But you still choose not to believe it at this time, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Didn't you say anything?"
"No." The man said, "Those scars disappeared quickly. This...this makes me feel that he is just here to deceive people. Even the scars will not last long."
(End of chapter)