Chapter 5298 (five thousand two hundred and ninety-eight) sound
"Yes." The man said.
The man with gray hands said again: "You don't need to restrain yourself. Next time, just use whatever voice you want to speak." The man with gray hands said, "Go on. What's wrong with you who are not afraid of being spoken out now?"
"I'm not afraid." The man said, "Even...even if something happens to them, it's...not necessarily the worst ending. At least...at least I...I can die happily!"
The man with gray hands asked again: "At this time, you already want to die again?"
"So be it." The man said.
"What did you say again?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "I told them... if they have the ability... they will come out."
"Does anyone care about you?" the man with gray hands asked.
"No." The man said.
"What happens next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just... said angrily... what are they... doing where I can't see..." the man said, "I hope that one of them can answer my question at this time, but... but no one at all answer."
"Then what?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I said... that they were sneaky." The man said.
The gray-hand man asked: "Did they react after I finished speaking?"
"No." The man said, "Still not."
The man with gray hands said: "Has there been any change in your environment now?"
"I didn't pay attention...it seems...it seems...let me think about it." The man said.
After thinking for a moment, the man said, "Nothing has changed...well, it's still the same."
The man with gray hands then asked: "What happens next?" The man said: "I asked...whether they left."
"Do you think they're gone now?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I... was... very cold in my heart, and I felt... as if they... were not there." The man said, "But I can't do that anyway, and no matter what... I can't think that they are not there. Otherwise... My hope is gone... no hope... then... then I will continue to be tortured there... then... that won't work!"
The gray-hand man said: "They still haven't said anything?"
"Silence." The man said.
"No other reaction?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said, "There's not even... any movement at all."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Then what did you say again?"
"I told them that I didn't think... they must have left." The man said, "Then I quietly... listened to their voices to see if... there was any sound."
"Is there any?" asked the gray-handed man.
"No." the man replied.
The man with gray hands asked: "What happens next?"
The man said: "Then... I will... just continue to say what I think. I... I hope what I think is the same as the fact, although I think it is basically impossible."
"What are you thinking about?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I think... I think they are watching me in one place." The person said, "Maybe... maybe they are waiting for me to say something or do something, at least... at least after there are some new changes... to reach... …their demands, they will…speak.”
The gray-hand man said: "What do you think there will be demands for?"
"I... I just imagined, for example... I made them angry, or what I said could make them... they feel different... In short... this is the request." The person said.
(End of chapter)