Chapter 5186 (five thousand one hundred and eighty-six) invisible
"Have you paid attention to the direction of the light?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No. I was really shocked at the time, so...so I didn't pay attention to where the light came from." The man said, "But I wanted to know, so...so I was out of curiosity... I looked down again."
The man with gray hands asked: "Look at the iron shackles on your hands and feet again?"
"Yes." The man said, "Look down again."
"Did you see it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"No." The man said.
"Is there no light?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Maybe... there is no light... I... I feel like the light down there... seems to be gone." The man said.
"Feeling?" The man with gray hands asked, "Didn't you see clearly?"
"No." the man replied.
"Why?" The gray-handed man asked again.
"Because... because I didn't lower my head successfully this time." The man said.
"Is it completely different from the last time I lowered my head?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes...it's completely different." The man said, "This time when I...wanted to lower my head...I felt like something was stuck in my neck."
"Can you see with your peripheral vision something restraining you from lowering your head?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I can't see it." The man said, "I even think... there is nothing at all."
"What's going on?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I just feel... that I am... being controlled by a force." The man said.
"Strength again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I don't know what to say." The man said, "If you ask me this now, I...can only say this...maybe this...saying...should make you understand what I mean. ”
The gray-handed man said "Yeah" and continued: "You feel like nothing is stuck on you, but...but you are stuck by something invisible, right?"
"Yes...that's right." The man said.
"At this time, you can only see the clear iron shackles in the spring?" the gray-handed man asked. "Yes." The man said, "I can't lower my head anymore...I can only see...the iron shackles there."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What is your reaction at this time?"
"I... I just asked... why there are iron shackles on my hands and feet." The man said.
"Does anyone have an answer for you?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Still not." The man said.
"Then what?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just kept asking," the man said, "I asked... who put the shackles on me. I said I... don't need the shackles!"
"Is it useful to say so?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "It's useless."
"Then what?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just said...I want to...run..." the man said.
"Did you really try to run away?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Try to run." The man said.
"Can you run?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's simply...impossible." The man said.
"Because there are iron shackles?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It's more than that," the man said.
"What other reasons?" asked the gray-handed man.
"At that... time... even if it wasn't for the iron shackles blocking... my hands and feet would be... unable to move." The man said.
"You were able to move before, but after putting on the iron shackles, you can't move your hands and feet?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Both arms, and...two legs...all...can't move." The man said.
(End of chapter)