Chapter 5255 (five thousand two hundred and fifty-five) crying
"What happened next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Then... I don't know how long I struggled, but I felt like I heard... some voices." The man said.
"Is that the voice of those blue-armored men?" the gray-armed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"What's the sound?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Inexplicable... the sound of a child." The person said, "It's a cry."
"Where did that sound come from?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I... don't know." The man said.
"Do you feel like it came in that spring?" the man with gray hands asked.
"No." The man said.
"Guess where it might come from?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I always feel... like I... heard a voice that didn't exist." The man said.
"You don't even think that the sound comes from your environment?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man said: "Yes...it doesn't seem to come from the environment I am in."
"Is there only one child's voice?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes, there is only one...crying..." the man said. "What did you think of at that time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"What I thought of... was quite scary." The person said, "I actually thought... that child making the crying noise was... myself."
The gray-handed man said: "So you stopped struggling?"
The man said: "I...listened to that voice for a while. I didn't stop struggling, but...although I was still looking at the spring, the disappointment and resentment in my heart...didn't disappear either. But...but I no longer continue to behave like that at that time, and I no longer continue to try to move in the direction of their spring."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Isn't this a struggle that is not as crazy as before?"
The man said: "You can put it this way, but...but at this moment, I seem to be watching my struggle."
"Onlookers?" the gray-hand man asked, "Can you see anything in front of you?"
"I can't see it," the man said, "but...but because I heard the crying child, I...I seemed to see my own struggle. After all, I felt that the crying child was me... …Own."
The gray-hand man said: "Do you feel that the crying child is struggling?"
"Probably... right." The person said, "At that time, I felt that... that child might be too young, and it would be difficult for him to go wherever he wanted to go. He could only... just cry. But, no matter what No matter how hard the child cried, no one responded to him... The child continued to cry and struggle... but... it was useless. I felt that the child I was thinking of at that time might be my child. It's like...just like I was in the dark and cold...there was nothing I could do, and no one cared about me."
The man with gray hands said again: "When you don't continue to move towards the spring, do you feel that the pain is relieved?"
"It seems... it seems..." the man said, "I can't remember, it should be... it won't get better... I am in the dark and cold, no matter what... it won't get better... but... But the painful feeling seems different from before.”
"What's the difference?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I...I don't know what to say." The man said.
(End of chapter)