Chapter 5509 (Five Thousand Five Hundred and Nine) Forced Thinking
The Gray Hand Man said: "What if I ask you to force it?"
"Huh?" The man was a little confused.
The man with gray hands felt that he had asked another nonsense question and it was too late to take it back now, so he said: "No need to force it."
However, after saying this, the gray-handed man felt uncomfortable again, but he did not take it back. He only thought that this was the discomfort that would occur during the restraint process.
The man with gray hands initially told him to let him think about it, but soon changed his mind, which made the man nervous because of confusion and said: "I... shouldn't have reacted like that?"
The gray-hand man didn't feel anything at first, but when he said it, he felt something was not normal, so he said: "I don't think you shouldn't have such a reaction, but why do you suddenly ask like this? Did you feel something?"
The man was stunned and said: "Should...should I feel something?"
"I don't think you should feel anything. It's because you said so that I asked, and it's just a question." The gray-handed man said.
"I didn't feel anything." The man said.
Although the gray-handed man still wanted to delay, he restrained himself this time and said: "Then it's okay. Continue what you just said. Do you still remember where you just said it?"
"Are you talking about the content of that dream?" the man asked.
"Of course." The gray-handed man said.
"Remember," the man said, "the adult continued to accuse the child. Am I done here?"
"Go on and talk about the rest." The gray-handed man asked.
"Go on... Then I walked forward, but I can still hear the child's cry." The man said.
"You didn't look back?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Didn't look back," the man said.
"That adult didn't look for you again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's not that you didn't find me." The man said. "Have you brought that child close to you again?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Maybe." The man said.
"Maybe?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes," the man said, "I heard their voices getting farther and farther away at first, but... soon they became closer and closer."
"Isn't anyone calling you again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I called, but... I didn't stop," the man said.
"No one is catching up with you?" the gray-handed man asked again.
"No one caught up." The man said, "Actually... even though I turned around and left, I... wasn't far away from them."
"Aren't you walking fast?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Because there were so many people. At first, I just passed around a few people, but... there were other people in front of me. I asked them to let me pass, but no one paid attention to me, so I slapped them with my hands. The two people in front stepped aside, and I passed. Then there were people in front of me, and I asked them to let me pass, but no one paid any attention to me. This time... I just waited... and waited for the crowd to change. It’s not that crowded, go ahead.”
"Why didn't you slap the person in front of you with your hand this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"This time is different." The man said.
"Why is it different?" The man with gray hands asked, "Could it be that the two people you patted on the shoulder before were the people with blue armor?"
"No." The person said, "If those two people...were blue-armored people, I wouldn't even take pictures."
"Then how did you get there?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man added: "Just squeeze through. Anyway... the people in blue armor don't dare to say anything. If they do, they are asking for trouble. No person in blue armor would have such courage."
(End of chapter)