Chapter 5406 (five thousand four hundred and six) Moss
The man replied: "Yes."
"According to you, only the green water reaching your mouth is different from the green water spraying towards you from other directions?" asked the man with gray hands.
"You can say that." The man said, "That green water... seems to be specifically aimed at my mouth."
The man with gray hands asked again: "How do you feel when the green water sprayed on you from other directions touches you?"
The man said: "I just...feel cold...very cold, like...still..."
The man paused again when he said this, thinking about whether he was right to say so.
The gray-handed man said: "What does it look like?"
The man said: "It seems... there is... a smell."
"What's the smell?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I... don't know what to say." The man said.
"Have you ever smelled it before?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I must have smelled it." The man said.
"Where have you smelled it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It seems...in the place where I killed the blue-armored man before." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What exactly is the smell? Think about it."
The man said: "It smells a bit like moss... but... I can't say it is."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you see anything special when you smelled this smell in the place where you killed the man with blue armor?"
The man said: "I don't remember what I saw... I can't remember... If someone mentions something, maybe I can think about whether I saw that thing."
The man with gray hands asked: "Have you seen anything related to moss?"
The man said: "No."
The gray-handed man said: "Not even on the ground?"
"No." The man said, "I don't remember." "Since you said that the smell is somewhat similar to the smell of moss but you can't say it is, then you can tell me what is the difference between that smell and the smell of moss." Gray. Hand said.
"The difference... the difference is probably... the smell is... the smell of moss mixed with other smells." The person said.
"What do the other smells like?" asked the Gray Hand.
"It smells bad," the man said. "It's... quite uncomfortable when I think about it."
"Just tell me what it smells like." The man said.
"I think... the other smells mixed with the smell of moss are more than just... one smell." The man said.
"Many kinds?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes." The man said, "At least... two or three kinds."
"Why do you say it feels uncomfortable to think about it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Because...it seems to be mixed with...the smell of blood." The man said, "In addition, there are at least two other smells."
"What could the other smells be?" the man asked.
"I can't think of it," the man said.
"Is it because it was covered by other smells?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It can be considered." The man said, "The main reason is... that it was overshadowed by the smell of blood."
The gray-handed man said: "When I asked you just now, why didn't you give such details?"
"Because...I simply...didn't think of these at the time." The man replied, "It's just because you asked me again later and I listened to your words that I thought of those things."
The gray-handed man noticed that the other person seemed a little nervous, because he was worried that he would fall into a state where he could not communicate with others normally again, so he said: "It's okay, I just asked."
"That's... that's good." The man said, "It's not that you think I'm lying to you, I... am telling the truth."
(End of chapter)