Monster Tea Party

Chapter 5507 Unable to Convince
“…Too cruel…”

The woman pursed her lips.

"The child is scared. Wouldn't it be better to spend more time with the child?"

"With other people around, the child won't have hallucinations, right?"

"Why lock the child up alone..."

Wouldn’t this make the child’s condition worse?
Isn't it easier for a person to have wild thoughts?

……

Yes.

The monk looked at the woman.

What a simple truth...

No need to see it with your own eyes.

A conclusion that an unrelated stranger can draw by hearing it.

But Miss Six didn't get it.

……

"You guys are fine."

The monk smiled.

He looked at the young scholar, "You have a very good brother and sister-in-law."

……

The young scholar's lips moved slightly.

He nodded.

"……Um."

"I know."

……

"If you know, tell your brother more about your situation."

The monk smiled.

“Don’t hide it.”

……

"I told my brother..."

The young scholar muttered.

He told his brother and sister-in-law everything about the black monster.

……

The woodcutter and the woman nodded.

Ok.

My brother told them everything.

……

The monk smiled.

"I don't know if I can help you..."

"If you two donors are willing, could you answer a few questions from me?"

……

Hey?
The woodcutter and the woman looked at each other.

"us?"

Are they the ones the monk wants to ask?

They thought the monk was asking questions to the young scholar.

……

The young scholar was also a little surprised.

He also thought that the monk was asking him.

He almost said the word "OK" just now.

……

The young scholar swallowed back the two words he was about to say.

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"Ah."

The monk nodded.

"I want to know..."

"Before this donor claimed to have seen the black monster..."

"Did you find anything unusual about him?"

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The woodcutter and the woman looked at each other.

Some don’t know how to answer.

They have just said all that needs to be said.

The woman and her relatives who came to visit found a young scholar talking to himself and became suspicious...

……

"Other than that, is there anything abnormal about him?"

The monk asked.

Only talking to yourself?

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The woodcutter and the woman looked at each other again.

Then he shook his head.

No.

"My brother is actually quite normal."

His speech and behavior are normal.

There was nothing that felt wrong.

You know, people with brain problems actually make people feel uncomfortable.

Awkward.

Or rather, a little weird.

"It just behaves strangely when it comes to black monsters."

"He really thinks the black monster exists."

……

The young scholar opened his mouth.

What does he want to say...

Finally, she pursed her lips.

No sound was made.

……

"My brother is fine."

The woman whispered, "He's just under too much pressure from studying..."

"So I want a guarantee..."

So I imagined an auspicious sign to assure myself.

pity.

Fantasy is fantasy.

It cannot become reality.

How can imagined auspicious signs guarantee what will happen in reality?

In this case……

From now on, everyone can just fantasize about it.

I fantasize about having endless money... I fantasize about rising to the top...

Fantasy of promotion...

……

"What do you think?"

The monk looked at the young scholar and said, "You are very honest with your brother and sister-in-law."

"You both told each other what was on your mind."

"What are you going to do?"

Stick to your own opinion?

Or change your mind?

……

The young scholar clenched his hands unconsciously.

he……

I don't know. Of course he is willing to believe what his brother and sister-in-law say...

But how to explain what he saw with his own eyes?

……

The young scholar was so confused that his head was about to explode.

He reached out and hit his head hard a few times.

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"younger brother!"

the woman shouted immediately.

The woodcutter strode over and grabbed the young scholar's arm.

"what are you doing!?"

The woodcutter's brows furrowed deeply.

……

The young scholar was stunned.

He shook his head blankly, "I didn't do anything."

……

"What haven't you done yet?"

The woodcutter rolled his eyes, "Why are you hitting yourself?"

"What?"

"You want to be beaten?"

"Brother will help you."

After saying this, he raised his hand as if to hit the young scholar.

……

The young scholar subconsciously raised his hands to cover his head.

"No."

the young scholar shouted immediately.

There's nothing wrong with him.

Why do you like being beaten?
.....
"Then why did you hit yourself on the head?"

The woodcutter was puzzled.

……

"what?"

The young scholar was stunned.

“Did I hit myself in the head?”

He reached out and touched his head.

Have it?

……

woodcutter:……

Have you forgotten what happened in the last second?
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"Have."

The woman nodded.

"You just hit yourself on the head."

"A few more hits."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

……

Well……

The young scholar tilted his head slightly.

like……

There was some pain coming up.

He nodded.

"It does hurt a little."

……

The woodcutter shook his head.

"Just focus."

“You didn’t realize…”

"Are you becoming more easily distracted?"

This is not a good sign...

Especially considering that the young scholar was also seeing hallucinations...

……

"what!"

The young scholar exclaimed.

He remembered why he hit his head just now...

"I am thinking about how to answer the master's question?"

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The woodcutter and the woman were stunned.

How to answer the master's question?
what is the problem?
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"Have you figured it out?"

The monk smiled.

……

At this time, the only person with the clearest mind was obviously the monk.

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The woodcutter also reached out and hit himself on the head.

Then his face froze.

He still has the nerve to call me brother...

He also did it to himself...

He couldn't quite remember what the monk had asked his brother just now...

He should have heard it.

……

The woman was also a little confused.

She paid more attention to her younger brother.

What did the Master say...

She seemed to remember...

Thinking about it carefully, it becomes a little fuzzy again.

She couldn't tell what the master had just said...

……

The young scholar rubbed his eyebrows hard with his fingers.

"……No."

The young scholar is very frank.

"I have no idea……"

"I am very confused..."

"I want to believe my brother and sister-in-law..."

If it were any other situation, he would choose to believe his brother and sister-in-law.

but……

"I can't convince myself not to believe in myself..."

I don't believe my eyes...

The young scholar reached out and gently stroked the corners of his eyes.

How can people not believe in themselves?
that……

How is he going to live in this world?

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"Grandmaster."

The young scholar was also very conflicted.

"I really……"

The young scholar took a deep breath.

"I know my brother and sister-in-law are very good. They treat me very well..."