Chapter 5246 (five thousand two hundred and forty-six) There are many people
"It's just...a series of connected sounds." The person replied, "There's...a bend in the middle, and it turns very fast. It's a rare sound."
"Do you remember any of the sounds?" the gray-hand man asked.
The Gray Hands really wanted to know this information.
The man said: "I don't remember. I don't seem to have any impression at all now."
"Did you say anything to the other party at that time?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man replied: "I just told the person who was talking...to ask him to explain clearly. I said...I don't understand."
"Did that person respond to you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't know...whether that person responded to me." The person said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "I don't know? Did you hear the response?"
"I heard it." The man said.
"Isn't that just a response?" said the man with gray hands.
"Although I... heard the sound, but... I don't know if he made any sound himself." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What sound did you hear?"
"A bunch of people...a bunch of people are responding to me." The man said, "I don't know if the voices of those people... include his voice."
The man with gray hands asked: "What is the content?"
"I can't hear it at all," the man said.
"In other words, they didn't say anything neatly this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"Everyone's words are different, and you can't tell them apart?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's completely impossible to tell... because it's... a mess." The person said, "I don't know who made the sound, and... I don't know what happened."
"What happens next?" the gray-handed man asked. "Then... someone seemed to be talking alone again." The person said, "But when this person was talking alone, other people... gathered over and gathered in the spring."
"What did the person who spoke alone say this time?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I still can't hear it," the man said.
"Why can't you still hear it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Because the pronunciation is something I don't often use...the kind with a twist." The person said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Who said it this time? Did you hear it?"
"Still not." The man said.
"Those people gathered, didn't you stare at their mouths?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I stared at it, but... I couldn't stare at it." The person said, "There are many people. In addition, the picture I saw there became particularly blurry at this time. It seemed that... many people were opening their mouths, but …Only one person made a sound, and I couldn’t tell which person it was.”
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I just told them directly... there were so many of them, I... couldn't see who said it," the man said.
"After you said this, did those people react?" the gray-handed man asked.
"There is a reaction." The man said.
"What's the reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
"It seems... someone is laughing." The man said.
"Is it still the same voice?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems... still." The man said, "The laughter is... very similar to the voice when he said something I couldn't understand before."
"How are you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I asked... who said what just now." The man said, "Actually, what I asked was not who said the words that I didn't understand."
(End of chapter)