Chapter 4648 (four thousand six hundred and forty-eight) scheming
"You gave him time to remember," said the brown-hand man.
"If he didn't pay attention at the time, he might not be able to remember it now." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said: "Then you have to listen to what he says."
"As long as he can remember it, he should tell the truth. I think so." The gray-handed man said.
"I also think he doesn't dare to lie." The brown-hand man said.
"Then I'll ask." The man with gray hands said, "It's almost time."
After the brown-hand man said "Yeah", the gray-hand man said to the man who had said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." "Think clearly." No?"
"Think it through." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Tell me, the moment when the 'Fireball' was the hottest, was it the moment when you had the closest connection in your mind with what happened before and whether that person made a sound?"
"Yes." The man said.
"Are you sure?" The man with gray hands asked, "Are you sure you remember it correctly?"
"Sure." The man replied.
"Why was it that I couldn't even think about it before, but now I'm so sure of it all of a sudden?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Before, I lacked...the process of recalling. With that process, I can...can tell the truth accurately," the man said.
The man with brown hands was secretly happy after hearing this, and whispered to the man with gray hands: "It's good luck that he actually remembered."
The gray-handed man said: "Yes, this can prove what we just thought. I will ask him next."
"Ask," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands asked the person who had said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." "You told him that he could say whatever he wanted. What happened after that?"
"He asked me why I refused to believe him even if he made a sound, and asked me...if it was necessary." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man. "I told him that what I did... was not necessarily necessary..." the man replied.
The gray-hand man said: "You still said it in the language of that world?"
"Yes." The man replied.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He didn't understand." The man said, "He said that I didn't hear his voice, but he said that he just... didn't make a sound at all."
"How did you answer him?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I said I didn't have to answer him at all," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happened next?"
The man said: "He just said...I can't tell the truth from the lies."
The man with gray hands asked, "What did you say?"
"Let me just say, he won't let... the poisonous snakes and centipedes stop attacking me. I don't know what to do," the man said.
The man with gray hands said: "Where is he?"
"He said that just because I can't tell the difference between true and false, and because deep down in my heart I don't recognize him as my father... poisonous snakes and centipedes will... keep attacking me."
"Do you want to admit it at this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No. At this time, I firmly believe that the other person is...that relative of mine. There is no way I can recognize him as my father." The person said.
"What did you say to him?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man said: "I told him...he tried so hard just to deceive me, just to trick me into recognizing him...as my father..."
(End of chapter)