Chapter 5192 (five thousand one hundred and ninety-two) starved to death

The Gray Hand asked again: “What happened to you then?”

“I’ll keep asking.” said the man.

“What?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I asked how long I would stay in this place.” said the man.

“Still no one answers you?” asked the man with gray hands again.

“No one answered.” The man said, “I said… I felt like I would never get out, so I asked if that was the case.”

“No one has answered yet, why do you keep asking like this?” asked the man with gray hands.

“Yes.” The man said, “I can’t move as I want…so…so I…can only rely on talking. It’s not because I think…talking will help…but because…if I don’t do this…I don’t know what else to do. Just waiting quietly…this…I…can’t do it. I think…if I don’t do anything…I…I…”

The Gray Hand asked, “What will happen?”

“It would be… worse than death.” said the man.

“Did you ask anything else?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I did ask,” the man said. “I asked if I would…starve to death…if that were the case.”

“Weren’t you ready to commit suicide at that time?” asked the man with gray hands.

“Yes.” The man said, “So I said… it would be great if I could starve to death… but it’s been so many days and I’m still alive… I haven’t starved to death.”

“What did you say?” Gray Hand asked, “It’s been so many days?”

“Yes.” said the man.

“How long have you been there?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I don’t know the time,” the man said.

“If you don’t know, how can you say so many days?” asked the man with gray hands.

“I just felt… at that time… at that time I just felt… that I had been in that environment… for many days.” said the man.

“But when you spoke before, it seemed as if you had just arrived there not long ago?” the Gray Hand asked. The man said, “Yes… yes.”

“Why are you suddenly saying so many things like this at this time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“At the moment I said that, I… really felt like many days had passed,” the man said.

“When did you start to feel like many days had passed?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I… maybe… maybe… I don’t know.” said the man.

“No feeling at all?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I don’t have that impression.” the man replied.

“Do you feel that time has sped up?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes.” said the man.

“When did you feel time speeding up?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Time… maybe… maybe it was the time when I felt my teeth were gone and then… they appeared again…” the man said, “I don’t know if it was that time.”

“After you feel your teeth have reappeared?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

“Should… should be the case…” the man said.

“Did time speed up suddenly, or gradually?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Time… doesn’t seem to be gradually speeding up,” the man said.

“So sudden?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I can’t explain it clearly.” said the man.

“Do you feel that the speed of your speech has changed?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I don’t feel any change.” The man said, “Of course… I don’t know if my speech has become faster, but… I don’t feel it.”

(End of this chapter)