Chapter 5782 (five thousand seven hundred and eighty-two) is very narrow
The man with gray hands said: "I guess it's about the same, you tell me."
"Like the words we saw protruding from a stone slab before." The brown-handed man said, "Those words are actually just a face when viewed from the side, a very narrow face. You can only tell what the words are when you look at it from the front."
"This is indeed what you thought of." The gray-handed man said.
"Really?" said the brown-hand man.
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
"There should be some differences from what you said this time. The conditions of the green gauze and the stone slab are different." The man with brown hands said, "From what you said, the number you saw should be standing on the green gauze, right? "
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
"And the words we saw spit out last time were not 'standing' on the stone slab, but 'lying' on the stone slab." said the man with brown hands.
"Indeed," said the Gray Hand.
The man with brown hands said again: "What do you see now?"
"Those lines are still thick and thin." The gray-handed man said, "As long as I change the angle, the number will also change the angle. Anyway, no matter which side is facing me, it must be facing me from the side."
"It's so targeted," said the brown-hand man.
"It's obvious that there's a sense of targeting." The gray-hand man said, "But I can't find the reason."
"The sound of rain coming from his abdomen seems to have changed again." The man with brown hands said.
"That's right." The gray-hand man said, "It has changed again, and it seems to be about to stop."
"The sound of raindrops is getting softer and softer," said the man with brown hands.
"I don't know if it will really stop." The gray-handed man said.
"Do you think it will stop?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
"Surface feeling?" asked the brown-hand man.
The gray-handed man said "hmm" and asked again: "What about you?"
"I haven't felt anything like this yet," said the brown-hand man, "I'll just say that you feel it as quickly as possible."
"Is this called fast?" the gray-handed man said, "It's just a superficial feeling, so what's the point?"
The man with brown hands said: "Do you think your superficial feelings this time are credible?"
"I think I'm pretty trustworthy," said the gray-hand man.
"It's credible because it means something." The brown-hand man said. "I said 'I think'." The gray-handed man said.
"Not quite what you think," said the brown-hand man.
"Oh?" said the gray-handed man.
"I think so," said the brown-hand man.
"Do you think my superficial feelings this time are trustworthy?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right," said the brown-hand man.
"Based on what?" the gray-handed man asked.
"There's no basis for it, I just think so." The brown-hand man said.
"Does this count as your superficial feeling?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't think so," said the brown-hand man.
"What do you think this is?" the gray-handed man asked again.
"Just think it," said the brown-hand man.
The gray-hand man said: "Even if you and I think that my feeling is credible, it may not be true."
"My feeling is coming," said the man with brown hands.
"Surface feeling?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes." said the brown-hand man.
"What does it feel like specifically?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's the same as what you just said." The brown-hand man said, "I think the rain is about to stop."
As soon as the man with brown hands said these words, the sound of rain stopped.
"It really stopped." The gray-handed man said.
"This proves that you came so quickly just now, right?" said the brown-handed man.
"Prove that your feeling is correct." The man with gray hands said.
"We feel the same thing," said the brown-hand man.
(End of chapter)