Chapter 5132 (five thousand one hundred and thirty-two) Evidence
The gray-handed man said: "So that's what you meant."
"Yes...yes...that's what it means." The man said.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "He still speaks slowly, but he seems to be speaking faster than before, right?"
"Yes." The man with gray hands said, "It's time to hurry up."
"Then the situation in front of him is different?" The man with brown hands asked the man with gray hands.
"Can you see the environment here clearly now?" the gray-handed man asked the man.
The man replied: "Now...still...still can't see clearly, but...but it seems I can see some."
The gray-hand man said: "You must be recovering?"
"Yes." The man replied.
"Who were you talking to just now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I arrived...into another world." The man replied.
"Which world?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It's still that...world...the one I...told you before...I...I met someone...a person who claimed to be my father...that world..." the man said.
"Did you meet the man who claimed to be your father again?" the man with gray hands asked.
"No," the man replied.
"Is that world any different this time from the last time we met?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems... it seems... everything is different." The man replied.
"Everything?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yeah...everything is...different," the man said.
"Can't you find any similarities?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Can't...find it," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Then how do you know that you are still going to that world?" After hearing this, the man was stunned and said: "How...how...do I...know?"
The man with gray hands said: "Yes, how did you know? Isn't it completely different?"
"I also... don't know... how I know." The man said.
"Is it that world?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said without thinking.
"Why are you so sure?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I just... think so." The man said.
"I don't know the reason, but you just identified it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's not that I... just recognized it... but... it's really... it is." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "There must be some evidence, right?"
"No." The man said, "I... really can't find... evidence. At that time... I thought... I... was indeed... in... that... world."
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "He seems to be talking a little faster now?"
"That's right." The Gray Hand said, "But it still hasn't returned to its original appearance."
"The speed of his speech is about the same as the speed of his recovery whether he can see things clearly in front of his eyes?" said the brown-handed man.
"I don't know, but it seems that the two are related in some way." The man with gray hands said, "I'll ask him again."
The gray-handed man looked at the man again and asked, "Can you see here clearly now?"
"Much clearer." The man said.
The gray-hand man asked: "Do you feel any changes in yourself?"
"Change...nothing," the man said.
These words made the gray-hand man and the brown-hand man feel a little more relaxed, but they didn't actually think that things had gotten better because they both thought of another possibility.
(End of chapter)