Chapter 6317 (Six Thousand Three Hundred and Seventeen) Worse
The gray-handed man thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. We have contacted those people before, and now that we think about it, their ideas are probably different from ours."
"Are they the same?" asked the brown-hand man.
"There may be some," the gray-hand man said, "but it's hard to see them."
"I have the impression that someone said certain things." The brown-hand man said.
"Which one?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The middle-aged man who was killed that time." The man with brown hands said.
"I have seen middle-aged people being killed more than once." The man with gray hands said, "Which one are you talking about?"
"We met together." The brown-hand man said.
"We've seen more than one person together, right?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Indeed." The man with brown hands said, "I actually wanted to describe the situation in detail just now, but I didn't describe it."
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It just feels like it's stuck there." The brown-hand man said.
"Stuck?" asked the man with gray hands, "can't you pour it out?"
"No, I just feel that even just pouring it out would be cruel." The brown-handed man said.
"Can you feel cruel?" asked the Gray Hand.
"I can now," said the brown-hand man.
"At this moment, I can too, although I don't know exactly which time you are talking about." The gray-handed man said.
"Which time are you thinking about?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Everything I think about makes me feel cruel." The gray-handed man said.
"I know you are thinking of more than one person." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said: "Yes?"
"Well, I'm thinking of more than one person." The brown-hand man said, "But the one I wanted to tell you before was actually one person."
The man with gray hands said: "If you feel cruel and don't want to pour it out, you won't pour it out."
The man with brown hands said: "I don't want to pour it out. It seems to be there to bring me displeasure."
"Is there any solution?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "Maybe it would be better to tell him?"
The man with gray hands said, "Which one do you think is worse, the listener or the speaker?" "Let me imagine." The man with brown hands said, "What will happen to the listener?"
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands, "Do you want to try it?"
"Okay." The brown-handed man said.
"Then let me tell you." The gray-handed man said.
"You also feel uncomfortable when you say it, right?" the brown-hand man asked.
"But I'm just like you. If I don't say it, it seems to bring me unhappiness, continuously." The gray-handed man said.
"Can you choose to forget?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It seems quite difficult." The gray-handed man said.
"Have you tried it?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Have you asked yourself these questions?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "Not only did he ask himself, but he also answered."
"What's the answer?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Unforgettable," said the brown-hand man.
"Have you tried it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"That's right." The man with brown hands said, "You can only get the answer after trying it."
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands, "I won't try."
"Why?" asked the brown-hand man.
"You've tried everything." The gray-handed man said.
"You and I are like one person, so if I try, won't you try?" asked the brown-hand man.
"That's understandable." The gray-hand man said, "Let me tell you."
"There shouldn't be any danger in saying this, right?" the man with brown hands asked.
"Why did you suddenly think of the danger?" asked the man with gray hands.
"We all have different feelings from before." The man with brown hands said.
The man with gray hands said: "I think my own feelings now may be false."
(End of chapter)