Chapter 4839 (four thousand eight hundred and thirty-nine) Forgetting words
"You said that the second round of frowning was entirely your fault, but are you really sure there is no other reason?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Other reasons?" the man asked.
"For example, the reason why you frown as if your brows are pulled up by something." The man with gray hands said.
The man was a little scared after hearing this, and said: "No, could it be that... when I frowned for the first time, it seemed that my brows were pulled up by something and I frowned?"
In order to prevent the man from becoming more frightened, Huishou said, "Ignore this for now. Please answer my next question first."
"Oh..." the man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "In the second round, when you actively tried to frown, did you clearly feel that you were frowning?"
"Yes." The man said, "It just...has feelings."
"Isn't it the same as the first time you frowned?" the gray-handed man asked.
"During the first round... I really... don't know that I ever frowned," the man said.
"In the second round, when you made every frowning movement, did you know it clearly in your mind?" The gray-handed man said, "Is it also when you relax your brows?"
"Yes." The man said, "I... completely understand."
"What do you think after trying it?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I think...it's just weird." The man said.
"What's strange?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I was just wondering why I frowned the first time. I...I...I had no idea at all." The man with gray hands asked, "Have you figured out why now?"
"No, I can't figure it out." The person said, "Because... even if I frown when thinking... it's like the third round, not the second round where I actively try to frown, then I remember I can also wake up... I can somewhat remember feeling something in my eyebrows at that time... Why didn't I feel it at all? No wonder you said that I felt like my eyebrows were being pulled up when I frowned for the first time... I think... This situation is not normal.”
The man seemed a little scared when he said these words. He added: "I spoke well before, but I don't know what happened... just... I forgot what I said."
The man stammered and before he could finish speaking, the man with gray hands asked, "Do you think what you forgot to say has something to do with the fact that you frowned for the first time?"
"Logically speaking... this... this shouldn't matter anyway, right?" the man said while thinking.
"But you still think it's relevant?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Actually... I don't know how to judge..." the man said, "This matter... seems... quite scary."
The man with gray hands asked: "Why are you so scary?"
The gray-handed person wanted to hear what the other party would guess so that he could further speculate on his situation during the first round of frowning.
"I don't know what to say." The man said.
"You can say whatever you want without having to worry too much," the gray-handed man said.
"I don't know... what to think about this." The gray-handed man said.
"Then if you think it matters, just tell me directly!" said the gray-handed man.
The gray-hand man was really impatient. He couldn't bear the man's hesitation but couldn't explain why. At this time, he suppressed his anger. In order to suppress his anger, he told himself that the man was actually an ordinary person. , there is no way to know what happens to you.
(End of chapter)