Chapter 5168 (five thousand one hundred and sixty-eight) Talking about being cold
"Yes...yes...that's what it means." The man said quickly.
"Okay, I understand, then I will ask you the next question." The gray-handed man said.
"Okay, you...just ask." The man said.
"Then what? Did you say anything else?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I just asked...if they couldn't understand me." The man said.
"Did the other party answer you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No answer." The man said, "But... he said something else to me."
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I... seemed to hear that voice asking me... asking me if I was cold." The man said.
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered." The man said, "I said...cold."
"What were you thinking when you answered?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Just... I was just thinking... if... if I answered the other party's question... I... would it be possible to leave here." The man said.
"Did you expect the other party to help you leave?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's... not really a hope." The person said, "I can only say... I think... if... I don't answer the other party... then... there should be no improvement." The person said.
"What was the other person's reaction after you answered?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The other party actually... actually seemed to ask me if I was cold." The person said.
"Repeat what you said before?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I... I was really too cold at the time... I don't know why but I just... felt a little impatient..." the man said, "I asked... if those people couldn't understand what I was saying. But after I finished speaking... I... feel a little regretful. "Why regret it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I'm worried that after offending those people... it will be... harder for me to leave there." The man said.
"Were you afraid of those people?" asked the gray-hand man.
"I... can't say I'm afraid." The man said, "I'm not afraid... yes... I'm not afraid... I can't be afraid."
"Can't?" said the gray-hand man, "I understand."
"I'm just not afraid..." the man said, "At that time... what I was afraid of was actually the... situation at that time... I wasn't afraid of those people."
The gray-hand man felt that there was no need to ask more about this, so he asked: "What was the other party's reaction?"
"It's still...it feels like you didn't understand what I said." The person said, "Actually...actually, maybe...you didn't hear it, but if...you say you didn't hear it, I don't think it makes sense... , because those people... seemed to... be able to hear what I said."
The gray-handed man asked: "What was the other party's reaction?"
"The other party just...just...repeated what I heard before." The person said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Is it better to ask you whether you are cold or not?"
"Yes." The man said.
"Did you answer again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered." The man said, "I said cold."
"Did the other party hear you at this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I should have heard it." The man said, "And... and understood it."
"What did the other party say that made you think so?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The other person seemed to be asking me... what season it was..." the man said.
(End of chapter)