Chapter 4702 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Two) Don’t Let Go
“Yes…yes!” The man quickly added, “I don’t know what happens next…but…but in order to make myself less Being attacked... this kind of thing... I still have to do it... after all... I am doing it from the front... As for the effect... this... I can't control it alone. "
The man with gray hands felt that he had given the other party a step up, so he took advantage of this step to speak, which was in line with his own intention. The gray-handed man continued to ask: "Then what did you guess?"
"I...I just guessed...he...he would hit my...hand with his eyes." The man said.
"Why do you think so?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Because...because I was worried that he would hit me elsewhere...I felt...if he hit me elsewhere...it would hurt me too much...it would be too tragic, so...so I deliberately Speaking of the hand that hit me...I feel...my hand has been hurt a lot before...some places may not be so sensitive, so...so it may make me feel a little less painful. Well...and...if you just hit my hand...it won't hurt me too much...not...not that I can't bear it, it won't be fatal, and it should...should not be a real order. I'll lose my memory." The man said.
"After hearing this, will the other party think that you didn't guess like this?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes." The man said.
"Did he tell you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The other party asked me if...that's really what I guessed." The person replied.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I...I said before that I guessed this way, and I can't change it casually at this time. Just...just told him that I guessed this way." The man replied.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Does the other party believe it?"
"Probably...no...his next reaction didn't seem like he believed it..." the man said.
"What's the reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He...he smiled and said, don't think he doesn't know what I'm thinking." The man said. "What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just insisted...that's what I was thinking." The man said.
"How did you tell him?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I just told him...I...I already told him what I was thinking...he...of course he knew," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What about him?"
"He said that once I said something, I would just... stick to that statement." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What did you say?"
"I said...he already knows it anyway. In fact, it doesn't make any difference if I say it once or several times." The man said.
"Where is he?" The man with gray hands asked again.
"He just said...it's better to tell the truth once than to tell a lie several times." The man said.
"After hearing this, do you plan to tell him what's on your mind?" the gray-handed man asked again.
"No." The man said, "I thought at that time... if I told him... maybe he would hit me in that part as I said."
"Then what did you tell him?" The gray-handed man asked him.
(End of chapter)