Chapter 5438 (five thousand four hundred and thirty-eight) Time is closed
"Then what did he say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"He asked me why I cheated on him?" the man said.
"Did you respond to anything?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said I...didn't cheat." The man said.
The gray-hand man asked: "How did he react?"
"He said...I don't admit it again." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Did you say something else?"
"No." The man said.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He said that I didn't even want to admit it, and the treatment was still not enough." The man said, "Then, he gestured to those people again..."
"Your pain has increased?" asked the Gray Hand.
"Yes." The man said.
"This time, I... fell to the ground all of a sudden." The man said, "I wanted to shout again... but I couldn't shout for the time being."
The man with gray hands said, "Is it because the voices of those people hurt you?"
"There is this reason." The man said, "But there is something even more... terrifying."
"What's more terrifying?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's just...I...at that moment, two big hands suddenly appeared in front of me." The man said.
"Whose big hand?" asked the man with gray hands.
"My own." The man said.
"Why do you feel terrible?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Because... because... the nails on those big hands are all blue, the kind of blue that is unique to people with blue armor." The man said, "The blue nails will... suddenly become bigger and smaller... …It just zooms in and out in front of my eyes.”
"What you see is a shadow?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Actually, I was lying on the ground at that time... I couldn't see my own hands at all. What I saw was... it must be a shadow, the shadow of my hand, but... then The shadow looks very real. "It's obvious that it's your own hand?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes... it's very obvious." The person said, "That's my own hand... the shadow of my hand. I know what characteristics my own hand has, and what I see... is the shadow of my hand. Characteristics of one’s own hand.”
The man with gray hands asked: "When you were lying on the ground, were you with your eyes open or closed?"
"I... seem to be opening and closing sometimes." The person said.
"When you close your eyes, does the shadow of your hand disappear?" asked the man with gray hands.
"No." The man said, "No matter whether I open my eyes or... close my eyes, the shadows of the hands I see... will not disappear, they... will always be in front of my eyes like that. They don't allow me at all. Choose to watch or...not watch.”
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happened to you next?"
"I'll just shout," the man said.
"Did you shout out?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes, I can finally shout out." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I just beg...him." The man said.
"What do you want from him?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Please... stop," the man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Just say... just say 'let me go'." The man said.
"How did the other party react?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The other party was... dissatisfied because I said the word 'let go' again." The person said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He said... I actually said 'let go' instead of... treatment." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
(End of chapter)