Chapter 5169 (five thousand one hundred and sixty-nine) at night
"Did you answer again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...answered." The man said, "I originally wanted to say winter...but...but I couldn't stand the cold, so I said...winter."
"Do you think the other party heard you again at this time? Do you understand it again?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I'm... not sure." The man said.
"Are you sure just now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Just now... I'm actually not sure, but... what the other person said made me think that he heard it and... understood it." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Why are you not sure again this time?"
"Because this time... the other person asked me again... whether I was cold or not." The person said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"You and I just said...it's too cold." The man said.
"Do you think the other party understands you this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...still not sure...the other person didn't continue to ask this question, and asked me something else." The man replied.
"What did I ask you?" asked the man with gray hands.
The person said: "The other party asked me...asked me whether it was day or night. Actually...I felt that this was what the other party was talking about, but...but it's not that clear."
"You answered quickly?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes," the man said, "Answered immediately...answered...at night."
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then the other person asked me again...whether I was cold or not." The person said. "Again?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yeah...it's strange." The man said.
"Did you hear wrongly?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Probably not." The person said, "It's really... too similar. That's probably what the other person said... this is it."
"Have you answered the question again?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"Is it still the same as before?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"No?" said the gray-handed man, "Didn't you say it wasn't cold this time?"
In fact, the gray-hand man had already heard what the man said before, and had roughly guessed when a certain sentence he said was said. He knew clearly that the man did not say that he was not cold, but he deliberately asked this at this moment. Listen. What the other person said. Although the gray-hand man didn't believe him, he still felt that giving it a small try would make him feel more at ease.
"No...I...I didn't say it wasn't cold." The man said, "It was so cold at the time...I think...it's impossible for me to say it wasn't cold."
"What did you say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I...I said it was more serious. I said I was going to be...frozen." The man said, "Actually...actually, I think it is actually more serious than what I said...I feel that I have been...frozen." I was freezing, but I just said I was going to be frozen."
"Why didn't you say you were frozen?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I... seemed to have an underlying thought at the time." The person said, "That is... I was worried that the other party would suddenly attack me. I don't know if the other party knew that I... was frozen. If the other party didn't I didn't understand, then... then I don't want to tell the other party at this time, because... because this is not good for me. I'm worried that... if the other party knows that I can't fight back after being frozen... maybe... suddenly. Attacked me."
(End of chapter)