Chapter 5245 (five thousand two hundred and forty-five) single tone
"It's not clear because...this time, the people who came out...were all blurry." The person said, "And...many people's mouths seemed to be...moving."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Do they all seem to be saying that?"
"It looks like...it looks like that." The person said, "But...but I can't tell who said it at all."
The man with gray hands asked, "I can't figure out which direction the sound is coming from?"
"That's right, I can't figure it out at all." The man said, "I can only feel that the sound is purely... that it comes from that spring, but... but who specifically made it, Can't hear it at all."
The gray-handed man said: "Tell me about what happened before. Did those people say it neatly when they repeated that sentence?"
"Sometimes it's neat." The man said.
"Sometimes?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Just... repeat that sentence together neatly... and then... then say it in a scattered manner, then say it neatly, and then say it in a scattered manner, just like this... again and again... the cycle." The person said .
"Then it became the case that only one person said it again, and it wasn't the same person who said it at the beginning. You can't figure out what's going on, right?" said the gray-handed man.
"Yes. Then it became that there was only one person saying it, and it was me who told you... The sound came from that spring, but who specifically made it... I couldn't hear clearly. Yes." The man said.
"What's your reaction?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "I just asked...who is talking to me. Who..."
"Anyone answer?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I didn't hear it at all." The man said.
"Who answered?" The gray-handed man asked, "Is it the same person just now?"
"The person who answered me was not alone." The man said.
"A lot of people said it together again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said. "Isn't that neat?" asked the gray-handed man.
"No." The man said, "It's just...everyone talks about his own thing."
"You can't tell what anyone is saying?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, I...can't hear it at all." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What about you?"
"I didn't say anything and continued to listen there... for a while," the man said.
"Still can't hear it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"Has there been any change in the spring?" the man with gray hands asked.
"At this time... there is no change." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happened next?"
"Then...after a while, when I still didn't hear it, finally...many people started talking together." The person said.
"Are you talking alone again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What did you say?"
"A...word I don't understand." The man said.
"What's the pronunciation? Do you remember it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't remember it." The person said, "That sound... is not something I can usually... remember. How should I put it? It's not... not a single tone at all."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What does it mean if it's not a single tone?"
(End of chapter)