Chapter 5742 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty Two) Disturbed
The gray-handed man said: "I didn't expect it to be so fast."
"What about next time?" asked the man with brown hands. "Will there be any more numbers passing by?"
"Yes." The gray-handed man replied.
"So sure?" asked the brown-hand man.
"OK." The gray-handed man said.
"Why is it so sure this time?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Because I have feelings," said the man with gray hands.
"Is the feeling so clear this time?" asked the brown-hand man.
The gray-handed man immediately said: "Yes, actually I am also curious why it is so clear all of a sudden."
The man with brown hands asked: "Is the feeling this time superficial or deep?"
"This time it's still superficial." The gray-handed man said.
"But what makes you feel so believable on the surface?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Yes." said the man with gray hands.
"Then do you think the next passing time is still far away from this time?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Far away." The gray-handed man said.
"You answered so simply again?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Yes, it's very simple." said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands added, "Can you tell me the specific time?"
"No," said the Gray Hand, "but I know it must be far away."
"Is it so far away that it will be longer than the previous longest interval?" asked the brown-hand man.
The gray-handed man was stunned for a moment.
"Isn't this not clear?" the brown-hand man asked again.
"I don't seem to remember clearly." The gray-handed man said.
"What can't you remember clearly?" The brown-hand man asked, "What was the longest interval before?"
"It seems so," said the gray-handed man. "It's only been so long?" asked the brown-hand man, "Which time do you think it was?"
"My memory is a little fuzzy." The gray-hand man said, "Tell me."
The man with brown hands was also stunned.
"What's wrong?" said the man with gray hands, "are you going to let me continue thinking?"
"No." The brown-hand man said, "My memory is really fuzzy."
"You were still clear when you asked me just now, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, it was very clear at that moment." The brown-hand man said, "But as I talk to you, it becomes blurry."
"Could your blurry memory have something to do with talking to me, right?" The man with gray hands said, "Could it be that you were disturbed by what I said?"
"It's not because of your interference," said the brown-hand man.
"If it wasn't for being disturbed, why was the situation suddenly different from just now?" asked the gray-handed man.
"You really shouldn't take this on yourself," said the man with brown hands.
"Who else could it be related to? Is it him?" the gray-hand man said, "or who?"
"When your memory was blurred just now, did you think it was disturbed by my words?" the brown-hand man asked.
"No," said the man with gray hands.
"Whose problem do you think it is?" the brown-hand man said, "You just did it."
"It's just my own problem." The man with gray hands said.
"I also want to say it now. It seems to be my own problem." The brown-hand man said, "I feel that my situation is the same as your vague situation just now."
"In other words, you and I are both in the same situation?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I think so," said the brown-hand man.
"What influence could it be?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Did you think about those two we spit out just now?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Yes, when this happened, I quickly thought of that thing." The gray-hand man said, "Did you do the same this time? Did you think of that?"
"Same." The brown-hand man said.
(End of chapter)