Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4557 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Seven) Miserable

"What happened next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"The man who claimed to be my father finally... disappeared." The man replied.

"After all, you didn't see your mother in that place?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I didn't see it." said the man.

“Was the singing still there?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"Always here." said the man.

"Do you hear that man singing the same song all the time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's just the same song that keeps repeating itself." The man answered, "Actually... if it weren't for this, I guess... I guess even if I racked my brains to remember it, I wouldn't be able to remember the melody, and then... I wouldn't be able to tell you just now."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Do you think the person singing could hear the conversation between you and the man who claimed to be your father?"

"I should...I should...I don't know that either." The man said, "I can only...I can only guess, but I can't guess it."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "So what did you guess?"

"I guess... I guess he didn't hear it." said the man.

"Why do you guess so?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I...I'm just making a blind guess without any basis." the man replied.

"Is it just a blind guess?" The man with gray hands said, "Or are you guessing because that person didn't participate in the conversation between you and the person who claims to be your father?" "There is also the factor you mentioned." The man said, "But... but even if it is this factor... it... is not a basis... It's still... still a blind guess. After all... during the conversation between the person who claims to be my father and me... there should be no need for the person singing to participate... So... so even if she heard it... she might not talk to us."

"The singer didn't talk to you later?" asked the man with gray hands.

"No." said the man.

"You didn't take the initiative to talk to her?" the man with gray hands asked again.

"I didn't tell her." The man answered, "In fact, that... that singing voice... was quite scary, so I naturally... naturally didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to her."

"When I heard you humming just now, I didn't find it that scary." said the man with gray hands.

“My humming is different from...her singing…” the man said, “The sound of that person’s singing…is really…really…miserable…to put it bluntly…it’s like…a ghost singing…” He felt terrified in his heart as he said this.

At this time, the brown-handed man whispered to the gray-handed man, "Listening to what he said, it really sounded like the song that the man on the top floor of Muxi Pavilion sang before he committed suicide."

The Gray Hand Man also whispered, "Yes."

"Could that person be his mother?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I don't know either. When I heard him say that just now, I didn't think so." said the man with gray hands.

The Gray Hand Man and the Brown Hand Man spoke in low voices at this time, so the man could not hear them. The man felt that the Gray Hand Man suddenly stopped asking questions, which made him feel a little strange. This feeling intensified his fear of the singer's voice. However, he silently told himself in his heart: "In fact, it was just an ordinary song. The voice of that person might be like that. It's nothing. Everyone's voice is different. There's nothing to be afraid of. The voice of that person doesn't mean anything."

(End of this chapter)