Chapter 5448 (five thousand four hundred and forty-eight) back of hand
The man with gray hands asked again: "Did he say anything to you after hearing this?"
"He asked me...why I said I might not be able to leave," the man said.
The gray-hand man asked: "How did you answer?"
"I answered... just because he asked me, I would... think so." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happened after he heard this?"
"He asked me if I was... If he didn't ask, I would have thought I could leave," the man said.
The gray-handed man said: "What did you say?"
"I said, no." The man said.
The gray-handed man asked: "Where is he?"
"He asked me to say it again... and say it again that I am a man with blue armor." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you say it?"
"Said." The man said.
"Did you feel any discomfort when you said it in the dream?" The man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Are you speaking smoothly?"
"It's still... quite smooth." The person said, "This is just a pretense in front of him."
The man with gray hands asked: "In the dream, you knew you were faking?"
"Yes." The man said.
"Don't you think there's anything wrong?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't think so." The man said.
"Does it have to do with the fact that you are used to dressing up?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It does matter." The person said, "I usually...do pretend to be used to it, but...that's not the case."
The man with gray hands asked: "After you said those words smoothly, how did he react?"
The man said: "He asked me again what color my fingernails are and asked me to tell him."
The gray-handed man said, "You said that?"
"Yes." The man said, "I said it was blue." "What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He asked me if I had seen it," the man said.
"Did you read it before answering?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said, "Firstly, it hurts too much, and I really don't have the heart to look at it. Secondly, I really don't want to look at it either."
"How did you answer him?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I said I...didn't read it," the man said.
"What's his reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He asked me why I answered without looking." The man said.
"Did you tell him the truth?" the gray-hand man asked.
"No." The person said, "I told her... I just... because I thought I was a blue-armored person, I thought... there was no need to read it."
The man with gray hands asked: "What did he say again?"
"He said... I should take a look." The man said.
"Did you watch it this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I saw it," said the man, "I was shocked."
"Why?" The gray-handed man asked, "Isn't it blue?"
"The scary thing is... I don't even know what color my nails are at this moment." The man said.
"Why is this happening?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because...because I can only see the backs of my hands, and I can't see my fingers at all." The man said.
"What's going on?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because my ten... fingers seem to be covered with a layer of fog, a very thick fog." The person said.
"The thick fog has blocked your nails, so you can't see the color of your nails?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Yes." The man said, "Even the fingers can't be seen, and the color of the nails... can't even be seen."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you do this?"
"I wanted to... try to move my hand, but... I couldn't move it at all," the man said.
(End of chapter)