Chapter 4969 (four thousand nine hundred and sixty-nine) Disguise
The gray-hand man said: "Although you didn't seem to be very cooperative with him during that time, you actually tried hard to cooperate with him, even if you tried to 'disguise' yourself out of habit?"
"Well...I just tried to 'disguise'...but...but that time was so special...I seemed to be controlled by his spell, and I simply couldn't pretend as freely as before." That person said.
"Do you think you didn't succeed in pretending?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "In such an environment, it seems... impossible for me to successfully disguise myself."
"Do you think his spell will make your performance more 'realistic'?" the Gray Hand asked.
"It depends on what counts as... what counts as real." The man said.
The gray-hand man didn't expect that the other party would actually say that, so he asked: "How can we calculate the truth?"
"Actually...it doesn't matter how you calculate it." The person said, "I should have been...thinking too much just now. The me during that time was the real...me."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Why do you think too much?"
The Gray Hand person thinks that there may be some information hidden behind the other person's statement that he "thinks too much". Although he doesn't think that information is necessarily very important, he still feels that it is better not to let it go, because the Gray Hand person doesn't want to be in the dark. What information was missed at this time.
"I just...just now I felt...actually before I answered your question, I thought about what...is the true self." The man said.
"What do you think counts?" the gray-handed man asked. "Just like that... when what I said reflects... reflects something... even something I want to hide, maybe... maybe that's it." The man said, "Of course... this is me It was a later thought, but I didn’t think like that when I was ‘overthinking’.”
"What were you thinking before?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Before...I thought...probably...only when my reason could control my performance, that...I would be the real me at that time." The man said.
"Why didn't you think so later?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I feel that reason dominates my own performance... which is actually the result of my own control..." The person said, "Later, I felt... maybe... maybe the performance that reason cannot control... can exactly reflect the best... ...The most real me. This real me...maybe...maybe...the most like my soul? I don't know if I can say that...but I feel like this at the moment. If I don't say so... I don’t know how to explain it clearly.”
When he heard what the other party said, the gray-hand man immediately thought of the previous conversation between himself and the brown-hand man, and felt that the general idea was consistent, so he believed that this possibility was very high.
The gray-hand man said: "You feel now that during that period of time, you were affected by the surrounding spells, so reason cannot control your performance, so you seem to be less cooperative with him?"
"Yes." The man said, "I feel like this at this moment."
"Then do you think it's possible that the person who knows magic casts spells on you because one of the factors is that he wants to bring out your performance that reflects the truest version of you?" asked the man with gray hands.
(End of chapter)