Trickster Hunter

Chapter 187 Withering

"What was I doing at that time? Did I just watch these people die?" Sun Hang asked again.

The white-haired girl did not answer.

"What is my relationship with the other people in the institute? Am I one of the researchers, or the subject of research?"

The white-haired girl did not answer.

Sun Hang was about to continue to ask, but suddenly, he realized something.

The white-haired girl did not answer his questions, not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't.

She was avoiding those things as much as possible, trying not to let herself get in touch with the truth of the year!

And the reason for this, nine out of ten times... is because of the three ape statues!

Since the first appearance of the three ape statues, it has been preventing Sun Hang from exploring the mystery of his life experience. Sun Hang had several opportunities to use other strange things to regain his memory, but before he could take action, those strange things had been ruthlessly wiped out by the three apes.

The white-haired girl knew the existence of the three apes, so she avoided such important questions.

"Do you know about the existence of the three monkeys?"

The white-haired girl in the glass jar suddenly opened her eyes, scaring the fisherman next to her and taking several steps back.

The white-haired girl's pupils were purple and crystal clear, just like a finely carved gem. She stared at Sun Hang for several seconds, and then nodded slightly.

This amplitude was so small that ordinary people could hardly detect it, but even so, Sun Hang could still feel an extremely strong breath exerted on her!

The girl's pupils dilated slightly, and her face turned pale in an instant...Accompanied by a crisp "click" sound, a crack appeared on the hard glass jar.

"She! She she she she woke up! Is she going to run out?!" The fisherman said incoherently.

The fisherman raised his gun and aimed at the girl in the glass jar.

"Don't shoot yet!" Sun Hang stretched out his hand to hold the barrel of the gun, and looked up at the glass jar in the air.

The cracks on the surface of the jar are increasing, and they are spreading like a spider web. It is only a matter of time before the entire glass jar is completely broken.

"Can't you deal with that thing?" Sun Hang shouted to the girl through consciousness communication, "Then can you tell me what it is? What does it have to do with me?"

"He... He... I'm sorry, I can't..."

Before the white-haired girl finished speaking, the glass jar burst, and the liquid with a faint smell of blood fell like rain.

Sun Hang immediately rushed up and caught the white-haired girl who fell from the sky in his arms.

The weight of the girl was lighter than Sun Hang imagined. Sun Hang even had an illusion that he was holding a doll made of foam instead of a girl.

The liquid remaining on the girl's body evaporated in just a few seconds, and the moist skin became dry and wrinkled... Not only the skin, but also the muscles under the skin were shrinking rapidly!

The originally delicate and beautiful face quickly shrank and became unrecognizable. In the blink of an eye, a young girl turned into a horrible mummy...

"Hey! Since it's like this, can you at least answer my questions?" Sun Hang shouted anxiously, "What exactly am I? What is the Three Monkeys? Tell me!"

"Goodbye... Mom..." The mummy in Sun Hang's arms raised its skinny arms and gently stroked his cheek, "This... This is not... Farewell... In the long river of time... We will eventually... Meet again..."

The girl's breath disappeared completely, and most of the memes that made Sun Hang feel that they were of the same blood dissipated with the girl's death. The remaining small part was automatically transferred to Sun Hang's body like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Unfortunately, these memes are extremely "pure", and all the memory information contained in them has been eliminated before the transfer.

Sun Hang resisted the urge to curse and placed the girl's body on a pile of half-human-high skeletons, but just as Sun Hang let go, a metal nameplate slipped from the mummy's palm.

Sun Hang immediately bent down and picked up the nameplate - the texture and shape of this nameplate were exactly the same as the nameplate with Sun Hang's name engraved on it, except that the words engraved on it were not Chinese, but Russian.

Sun Hang did not understand Russian, but he still forcibly memorized these characters and then stuffed the nameplate into his pocket.

"This... died so soon?" The fisherman approached cautiously, "What's going on?"

"I don't know either." Sun Hang shook his head.

At this time, Yano Seiichi finally followed the bloodstains on the road and rushed to this laboratory - like Sun Hang and the others, Yano Seiichi was also shocked by the skeletons on the ground and the towering mountain of bones at the first time, and then focused his attention on the hunters who were in a trance.

"What...what's going on?" Yano pointed at the hunters and asked, "Are they...all cursed?"

Sun Hang nodded.

"Then all these bones...are they the staff of the Nameless Island Research Institute?"

"We'll talk about these things later. Can you help me translate this string of Russian." Sun Hang tore a page from the notepad, wrote the Russian words on the nameplate, and handed it to Yano.

"This is...a female name." Yano took the paper, "Anna Dimoshinna."

"Anna Dimoshinna?" Sun Hang repeated... Could this be the name of the white-haired girl?

But she said not long ago that she had no name.

Could this name be a code name given to her by the Nameless Island Research Institute?

That's not right... According to what Sun Hang saw and heard in the Weird Things Research Institute in Tianfu City, those researchers who could dissect living people with a scalpel without changing their expressions would give their subjects human names as code names, and generally use letters and Arabic numerals without special meanings.

This seems to be an unspoken rule of the city-state research institutes... After all, from an ethical perspective, using a unique human name to call a subject means that the subject has a personality... This can easily cause unnecessary psychological burdens and negative emotions to the researchers, and even affect the results of the experiment.

Except for a very small number of volunteers who voluntarily become subjects, the main source of subjects for the city-state research institutes is the death row prisoners in various prisons, or those who signed a contract to sell themselves to repay huge debts.

It's like temporary investigators don't call each other by name, but by code names.

They are no longer human beings, but the "public property" of the Xiazhou Federation.