Chapter 5138 (five thousand one hundred and thirty-eight) that light
"Something else?" the gray-handed man asked, "What else are you talking about?"
"It's just... was it at that time... that you learned about... some things that happened in other worlds, so you asked me this?" the person asked.
"You don't have to think so much." The gray-handed man said, "I'm just asking."
"Really...ask..." the man said.
"You don't believe it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Believe it, how could I not believe what you said..." the man said, "but...I still don't understand something."
"If you don't understand, just say so." The man with gray hands said.
"You must know...someone talked to me." The man said, "I...I think so."
The gray-hand man felt that if he didn't tell him that he had spoken to him at this time, he might not be able to trust him at all, so it was better to tell him directly.
So the man with gray hands said to the man: "At that time, I asked you something in this world."
"You?" the person asked, "You said the person asking the question...is you yourself?"
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
The man seemed to relax a little and asked again: "What did you ask me?"
"It's nothing. I just wanted to communicate with you. Then try to see if you can hear me, but you didn't answer me a word." The gray-handed man said.
The man suddenly seemed a little nervous and said to the gray-handed man, "I...I really didn't hear it! It's not...it's not pretending! It's not that I don't answer you. Look...you ask me now, I ...I told you everything honestly...I didn't hide anything on purpose, right? I didn't...didn't intentionally not answer your question...was it...if I...did it on purpose? …Then I’m answering now… It’s strange, isn’t it?”
"I didn't say you wanted to hide anything deliberately. You don't have to be so nervous." The gray-handed man said.
The man said: "That...that's good...that's good."
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man. "I asked again...if there was anyone else there...I just said...say something to me..." the man said.
"Did anyone respond to you this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"Still not, what's wrong with you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I feel... that light... is getting closer to me, and I can't see the scenery clearly." The man said, "Just try to squint."
"Do you see it clearly?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The person said, "It seems...it has nothing to do with whether I squint or not."
"What happens next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just asked if it was true...no one responded to me." The man said.
"Is it true?" asked the gray-handed man.
"At that time, I thought... it was true." The man said, "At that time... no one responded to me anyway."
The man with gray hands asked again: "No one responded, so what happened to you?"
"I...I'm talking to myself." The man said.
"Why are you talking to yourself?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Because... I hope others will hear me talking to myself and talk to me." The person said, "If I just ask myself... and no one cares about me... then... that would be too... too embarrassing So... I muttered to myself... to see if anyone could hear me... and then pay attention to me."
"What did you say when you were talking to yourself?" asked the man with gray hands.
(End of chapter)