Chapter 5850 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty) Misappropriation
The Gray Hand said: “I feel like what I saw was an ‘illusion’.”

The brown-handed man was stunned for a moment, and said, “What we just saw should have been an illusion. If what you saw was an illusion on an illusion, then it should be an illusion of superposition.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “If what I saw was really an illusion, then would it not be meaningful?”

“Under normal circumstances, seeing the overlapping illusions would seem to have little meaning, but the environment is different now,” said the brown-handed man.

“What you said makes sense.” said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man asked, “Now you feel more relieved, don’t you?”

“Yes.” The Gray Hand said, “Can it be said that the illusion I see now is not the same as the previous illusion?”

The brown-handed man said, “It’s hard to say whether it’s the same as before, but in this environment, some things will be different from before.”

“It’s more than just some things.” The Gray Hand Man sighed.

“What are you going to talk about next?” asked the man with brown hands.

“You heard it,” said the Gray Hand Man.

“It’s just about you and me.” said the man with brown hands.

“Do you think I’m forcing it?” asked the man with gray hands.

“Not really.” The brown-handed man said, “I think your argument is very reasonable and timely, and I am willing to listen.”

The Gray Hand Man knew that was what the Brown Hand Man was thinking, but he deliberately said, “You said so much at once, are you telling the truth?”

The brown-handed man said, “Do you think I’m not telling the truth?”

The Gray Hand said, “If I ask you that, will you really think otherwise?”

“I won’t take the bait.” The Brown-Handed Man said with a smile.

The Gray Hand Man said, “Why are you asking?”

The brown-handed man said, “Don’t you want to hear me ask this?”

“Why wouldn’t you want to listen?” asked the man with gray hands.

The Brown-Handed Man smiled and said, “Why don’t you just say you’re willing to listen?”

“Sure.” said the man with gray hands, “I’m willing to listen.” “Why do you really say that?” asked the man with brown hands.

“Is it really not possible even if I say so?” the Gray Hand Man said, “Do I have to continue bickering with you?”

“Don’t you think bickering is fun?” asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said, “Yes, but don’t you think it’s fun to deliberately go along with what you say sometimes?”

The brown-handed man smiled and said, “I think so.”

The Gray Hand said, “It’s really rare for you and I to have this kind of conversation now.”

“Feels like an ordinary person, doesn’t it?” asked the brown-handed man.

“Not only does it feel like an ordinary person, but someone among you and me has another feeling.” said the man with gray hands.

“What does it feel like?” asked the brown-handed man.

“The feeling of a person who likes to talk nonsense.” said the man with gray hands.

“You’re right,” said the Brown Hand. “I do think I feel that way.”

“I’m not talking about you.” said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, “Are you saying that whether I have this feeling or not is not the same thing as me?”

“There’s something wrong with your feeling.” The man with gray hands smiled deliberately.

“What’s the problem?” said the brown-handed man. “That’s how I feel. Why would there be a problem?”

“You appropriated the feeling you had for me onto yourself, didn’t you?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It’s really not misappropriation.” The brown-handed man said, “How come you’re talking about yourself again?”

Gray Hand said: “Because the ‘someone’ I mentioned was actually me.”

“That’s your own idea,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“Yes,” said the Gray Hand Man.

(End of this chapter)