Chapter 4807 (Four Thousand Eight Hundred and Seven) Ask Again
“What about you?” the gray-handed man asked.
"I just...just said 'hmm'," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked, "How is he?"
"He asked me to continue asking questions." The man said.
"You asked again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Before I asked...those...those fingers came closer to me...I was...forced to ask," the man said.
"What did you ask this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just asked him...why...why the blue nails are so long...they are all...close to the flesh." The man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said...it's still such a boring question." The man said.
"He didn't answer you?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Not yet, he asked me to ask... another question." The man said.
"Did you ask?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I didn't ask immediately." The man said, "I felt that asking questions...would not do me any good."
"You didn't say anything?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't dare not to speak." The man said, "I just said...he...he hasn't answered my second question yet."
The gray-hand man asked: "How did he react?"
"He said...he said he just asked me to ask him a question, and he didn't...didn't say he had to answer me." The man said, "Then he told me in a sarcastic tone...I take myself too seriously. Take it seriously...I think that if I ask a question, others will answer it...I don't even look at what situation I am in now."
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then I didn't say anything." The man said, "He just told me to ask...the third question."
"You asked?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Asked," the man said, "Because at this time, those fingers are... closer to me."
"What did you ask?" the gray-handed man asked. "I asked... if the nails on those fingers would become... shorter," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Where is he? Did he answer you?"
"He didn't answer me." The man said, "He told me... that I was still asking such boring questions."
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"That person just said... I am stupid, boring... and hopeless." The person said.
"What does he mean?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I don't know either." The man said, "He said...do I want him to let me go?"
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered." The man said, "I said...of course I do."
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said...but I didn't act like I wanted him to let me go." The man said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I just asked him...how should I behave as if...I wanted him to let me go," the man said.
"Did he answer you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Answered." The man said, "He said...he wouldn't tell me."
"How do you feel?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I just felt...at that time he...he was playing tricks on me again." The person said, "But...but I still kind of want to know how I should behave like..."
The gray-hand man said: "Did you ask him?"
"I...asked," the man said, "I just told him directly...that I would behave like him."
(End of chapter)