Chapter 5425 (five thousand four hundred and twenty-five) prevarication
"No." The man said, "I think... my 'heart' is not sick at all, but... I know he doesn't think so. In the dream, I have already guessed what he is thinking... just... I can't I don’t think so.”
"What exactly did you say?" the gray-hand man asked.
"What I'm saying is...there's something wrong with my heart...my heart." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked, "What was his reaction?"
"He... actually said that I didn't explain clearly." The man said, "And he asked me to continue."
"What did you say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I said...it's just me...my heart...something in my heart...is wrong." The man said.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He said that I still didn't explain it in detail." The man said, "And... he asked me to continue to talk about something wrong with me."
The man said: "Did you continue?"
"I don't know what to say for a moment..." the man said.
The gray-handed man asked: "Then what's your reaction?"
The man added: "I just said... it's... those... invisible things."
The gray-handed man asked: "Where is he?"
"He asked me...if I was prevaricating." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"What I'm saying is...I don't dare to prevaricate." The man said.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He said... Then I should give more details." The man said.
"Have you figured out what to say?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Still haven't... figured it out." The man said.
The gray-handed man asked again: "What should we do?"
"He just... did something to those people again." The man said.
"Are those people making sounds that make you uncomfortable again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"Then those people made those noises again?" the gray-hand man asked. "That's right." The man said.
"How do you feel?" the gray-hand man asked.
"The pain is...extreme." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened next?"
"Then...he asked me...if I would deal with him in the future." The man said.
"I said... I'm not perfunctory." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Did he say anything else?"
"He said... I actually said I didn't deal with him. It seems... it wasn't enough." The man said.
"Do you know what he means by 'not enough'?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I know." The person said, "It's just... I just feel like I haven't been 'treated' enough."
The man with gray hands asked again: "After he said this, did you do anything?"
"No." The man said, "I said... no more."
The man with gray hands asked: "He didn't ask those people to stop?"
"Yes." The man said, "I didn't...ask those people to stop. And they told me...the more I said no, the more I needed treatment."
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened to you after hearing this?"
"I didn't dare to speak." The man said.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He told me when...it was cured, and when he would tell those people to stop," the man said.
"Did you do something again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"In the dream, I... told him... that I... was cured." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What was his reaction?"
"He said...it's not cured." The man said.
"What happened to you?" asked the gray-handed man.
(End of chapter)