Chapter 5342 (Five Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Two) Whistle
"What happened to him after hearing this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He laughed again. He laughed at me... and told me about my own affairs." The man said, "And... he also said that I, a Tiecang man, really have no future."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What about you?"
"I immediately refuted him. I said... people from Tiecang are not that hopeless." The man said, "This... is just one of the things I said."
"I know." The Gray-Hand Man said, "What happened to the rest of you at that time?"
"The other me... didn't do anything at this time, but I heard the sound of his whistle, and the other me... just... started talking to this me." The man asked.
"Blow the whistle?" the gray-handed man said, "Do you remember what tune it is?"
"It's a tune..." the man recalled, "it seems to be... such a tune." After saying that, he learned the tune he heard at that time.
"Have you heard this tune before?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Before..." the man said, "Let me think about it."
The gray-hand man said: "If you have heard it, tell me under what circumstances you heard it."
"I've really heard of it!" the man said, "On one occasion, the people with me agreed that we should teach a few people in blue armor a lesson together, and the man said... that as soon as he blew the whistle, we The Tiecang people will act together.”
The man with gray hands seemed to have learned some important information and looked at the man with brown hands. At this moment, he heard the man with brown hands say: "It seems that it is related to his experience. Our judgment cannot be wrong."
The gray-handed man said "hmm" and looked at the man again and said, "What happened after he blew the whistle?" "I just heard...I heard several other 'I's" seeming...talking to me, but ...The voices of those I spoke were so low that I couldn't hear them clearly. They were talking all over the place, and I didn't know which voice to listen to. But... no matter which voice I listened to, it was actually... …They’re all the same.” The man said, “Because they express the same meaning.”
"What do you mean?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's like... telling me... I have indeed... died a long time ago, and... now is... the me who was dead before, scattered into many parts, and saying... they are all me ..." the man said.
"What do you think after hearing this?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Afraid." The person said, "But... I don't fully believe those 'I' words."
"What happened next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Then...the man in blue armor told me...even I told myself that he was dead, and I didn't know how to be afraid." The man said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I... became even more scared after hearing this." The man said, "So I told myself that I couldn't be afraid. At this time, in order to... to persuade myself, I said... something. I even felt that those who said that I had It was because of fear that the dead 'I' would... speak according to the meaning of the man in blue armor. So... after I persuaded myself that I couldn't be afraid, I... told those 'I' again. 'Can't be afraid'."
"Did this work for you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"It seems... it has had some effect." The person said, "I don't seem to be as scared as I was when I heard those 'I' words before." The person said.
(End of chapter)