Chapter 5153 (five thousand one hundred and fifty-three) Falling
"Do you think you don't hate yourself if you don't listen to others, but you hate others if they don't listen to others?" asked the man with gray hands.
"If it's someone else, it depends on who it is and what the matter is." The person said.
"But if it's you, don't look at anything?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yeah...I...why should I listen to others so that I don't hate it?" The man said, "Why should I listen to others?"
"But in fact, you usually listen to others, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's true." The man said, "But there is nothing I can do...meet...meet someone who can't be offended, and I...can't do anything...I can only listen."
The gray-hand man felt that there was no need to ask further about this matter, so he asked: "What happened next?"
"Then...after a while, the sound appeared again." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I didn't say anything, just... just laughing... a weird smile." The man said, "When I heard that voice, I felt... very scary."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Terrible?"
"Oh...I'm not afraid of the man in blue armor." The man explained quickly.
"I didn't say you were afraid of the blue-armored man." The gray-armed man asked.
"I want to say something...I...the reason why I think that laughter is scary is because...it is especially like the laughter of a...man with blue armor I killed before." The man said.
"Do you remember who it is?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I... didn't see clearly who it was at the time." The man said. "In reality, you didn't see clearly who was laughing?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, I didn't see it clearly." The man said, "Because at that time... I was killing... another blue-armored man... There was more than one blue-armored man near me, and when that man was laughing... there were others The man in blue armor was... talking... I heard that kind of laughter."
"Does that person laugh loudly in reality?" The man with gray hands asked.
"Not big." The man said, "But...but it impressed me deeply...because...because the voice seemed to be laughing at me."
"Do you remember it so clearly because you felt it was being laughed at?" the man with gray hands asked.
"It's not necessarily because of this... but... but it may have something to do with it... I... remember it anyway." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Have you ever thought of that person's laughter later in your daily life?"
"Yes." The man said, "But actually... I don't think about it much when I'm awake. It's just that... it might just... pop up... inadvertently."
"When will there be more?" asked the man with gray hands.
"When I was sleeping," the man said, "I always heard... that man's laughter."
"In reality, didn't you ask who was laughing?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't ask... why... I was patronizing and killing them," the man said.
The man with gray hands said: "This time after you heard the laughter in the other place you mentioned, you immediately thought of the laughter of the previous person?"
"Yes." The man said, "Not only that... for a moment... I actually... felt like I was at the scene where I was about to kill those blue-armored people. Of course... of course... I felt it again soon. …I feel like I’m not at that scene anymore.”
(End of chapter)