Chapter 5192 (five thousand one hundred and ninety-two) starving to death
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happened to you then?"
"I'll just keep asking," the man said.
"What?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I asked...how long do I want to stay in this place." The man said.
"Still no one answered you?" The man with gray hands asked again.
"No one answered." The man said, "I said...it felt like I would never get out. I asked if that was the case."
"No one has answered, so you keep asking like this?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I can't move as much as I want...so...so I...can only rely on talking, not because I think...talking is useful...but because... Otherwise... I don't know what else to do. Just wait quietly... I can't... I think... if I don't do anything... I... I... …”
The man with gray hands asked, "What will happen?"
"It will...be worse than death." The man said.
"Did you ask anything else?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I asked," the man said, "I asked if I... would... starve to death."
"Weren't you ready to commit suicide at that time?" The man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "So I said...if I could starve to death, that would be great...but it's been so many days, and I'm still alive...and I haven't starved to death."
"What did you say?" said the gray-hand man, "how many days has it been?"
"Yes." The man said.
"How long have you been there?" asked the Gray Hand.
"I don't know the time." The man said.
"If you don't know, how can you tell so many days?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I just felt...at that time...I just felt...that I had been in that environment...for many days," the man said.
"But when you spoke before, it still gave people the impression that they had just arrived there?" the gray-handed man asked. The man said: "Yes...yes."
"Why are you suddenly saying this for so many days now?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The moment I said that, I... did feel like many days had passed." The man said.
"When did you start feeling like it's been a long time?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I...probably...probably...I don't know," the man said.
"Don't feel anything at all?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No such impression." The man replied.
"Do you feel that time has sped up?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"When did you feel that time was speeding up?" the man with gray hands asked.
"The time...maybe...maybe it was the time when I felt that my teeth were gone...and then...appeared..." The person said, "I don't know if it was that time."
"After you feel that your teeth have appeared again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It should...it should be..." the man said.
"Did time suddenly speed up, or gradually?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Time... doesn't seem to be gradually speeding up." The man said.
"Is it sudden?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I can't tell clearly," the man said.
"Then do you feel that your speaking speed has changed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't feel any change." The person said, "Of course... I don't know if my speech has become faster, but... I didn't feel it."
(End of chapter)