Chapter 5257 (five thousand two hundred and fifty-seven) silent
"Do you think your thinking this way is due to some influence?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Influence..." the man said, "I can't explain clearly. People... live in a specific environment... anyway, they will always be affected by various influences."
The man with brown hands whispered to the man with gray hands: "He looks like this... he looks like he is influenced by a demon, and... it doesn't seem to be directed at him alone."
The man with gray hands said, "I think so. Let me continue asking."
After the brown-hand man said "Hmm," the gray-hand man asked the man, "What happened next?"
"Then... then... there was no sound." The man said.
"No sound?" asked the man with gray hands.
"The child's...crying stopped suddenly..." the man said, "Now that I think about it...this is quite scary."
"Why do you think it's scary?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Because... at that moment, I felt that the child's crying suddenly stopped not because his needs were met, but... because something... happened to the child." The person said.
"What do you think is wrong with the child?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Probably... because... because the needs were not met... he died." The man said, "You can be scared to death by the darkness, you can also be frozen to death by the cold, of course... you can also starve to death... anyway... …It’s not a good thing. When I think about this, I feel a chill in my body.”
The man with gray hands asked again: "You really think about that child according to your own needs?"
"Yes." The man said, "But...but there are also differences. For example...I was...not hungry at the time, but I wondered if the child was hungry." After saying this, The person felt that it was inappropriate to describe this as "different", so he quickly added: "It...can't be said to be different...now that I think about it...it seems...there is still a connection."
"What's the connection?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I was thinking... maybe the child was hungry... maybe it had something to do with my desire to bring spring here," the man said.
"What does it matter?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I feel now...I...I want to bring spring here...that feeling is almost like...wanting to eat..." the man said.
"Is it your very important need?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "How to put it... this... if I want to make it clear... I don't know how to guess how to make it clear. Then... let me put it this way... it is... I seem to have been right for a long time. Spring creates... a feeling of hunger."
The gray-handed man said: "Do you think you need spring as much as you need food?"
The man said: "Yes... you can say that. That need... seems to be very urgent."
After saying this, the man felt a little embarrassed again, and said quickly: "This seems...even more shameful."
The gray-handed man said: "I didn't say it was shameful."
The man said: "You don't need to say it. I myself... know very well that it is very shameful. I thought of these two situations... together... It is my instinct to need to eat... I feel the same way about spring. ... That... once again proves what I said before... It's instinct. I need that kind of spring... It's my instinct to say these two things are the same... It's shameful."
(End of chapter)