Chapter 4728 (four thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight)
"Then you talk here and think here." The gray-hand man said, "I ask you now, imagine it now."
"I...I really...can't do it..." the man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Can't you even imagine it?"
The man said: "Maybe... I just... just can't imagine it."
"Because you are worried that you will recognize him as your father?" the gray-hand man asked.
"No...no..." the man said.
"Didn't you already answer me?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "So be it..."
The man with gray hands saw that the man seemed to be very unsteady and said, "Are you telling yourself 'no', and are you still telling me 'no'?"
The man didn't dare to tell lies, he just said: "Probably... he was telling himself."
The man with gray hands said: "Then tell me now, imagine it, tell me."
The man said: "Now...I have thought it through. No matter what...I cannot recognize him as my father...even...even if I am tortured to death by him, I...can never recognize him as my father!"
This time, the man spoke very firmly.
The man with gray hands glanced at the man with brown hands, and the man with brown hands whispered to the man with gray hands: "That already explains the problem."
After the gray-handed man said "hmm", he said to the person who said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." "You think... you don't recognize it?" Is it the most important thing for a man with blue armor to be a father?”
"At this moment, that's what I think...that's what I think." The man said, "It was the same thing when you asked me last moment."
The man with gray hands asked again: "If you were really in that world, do you think... the situation... would be different?"
The man said, "Don't know...but at this point, I'm leaning towards...not being different."
This time, the man spoke firmly.
The man with gray hands said: "Ask him, if you admit it, will he let you go and never attack you again? What did he say after that?" "He... he just told me... let me I admit it first, and then say anything else." The man said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I said... I already know the answer," the man said.
"What's his reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He said... I was lying again," the man said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I said, I didn't lie...this time...that's what I felt...that's what I thought." The man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said... what I think in my heart is just my idea... and what I think... is not necessarily right." The man said.
"Does he mean to let you go?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "On the surface, he should...should mean this."
The man with gray hands asked: "On the surface? Do you know what he really means?"
"You can't say you know...but you can say you guessed it." The man said.
"How do you know whether your guess is consistent with what he thought?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Actually... I don't really know," the man said, "but that's how it feels."
"Then do you think he might really let you go?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No," the man said, "I don't believe him anymore."
(End of chapter)