"At that time, what was I doing? Did I just stand by and watch these people die?" Sun Hang asked again.

The white-haired girl did not reply.

"And what is my relationship with the other people in the institute? Am I one of the researchers, or a subject being studied?"

The white-haired girl did not reply.

Just as Sun Hang was about to continue pressing for answers, he suddenly realized something.

The white-haired girl wasn't refusing to answer his questions because she was unwilling, but because she couldn't.

She was avoiding those things as much as possible, trying her best not to touch upon the truth of those years!

And the reason behind this, most likely... is because of the Three Monkeys statue!

Ever since the Three Monkeys statue first appeared, it has always stopped Sun Hang from uncovering the mystery of his own identity. Sun Hang attempted several times to use other mysterious creatures to regain his memory, but before he could act, those creatures were mercilessly wiped out by the Three Monkeys.

The white-haired girl knew of the existence of the Three Monkeys, which is why she avoided those important questions.

"You know of the existence of the Three Monkeys?"

The white-haired girl inside the glass jar suddenly opened her eyes, startling the nearby fisherman, who hastily retreated several steps.

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

The nod was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible to ordinary people, yet despite this, Sun Hang could still feel an extremely strong aura enveloping her!

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

"She's! She's, she's, she's awake! Is she going to escape?!" The fisherman said somewhat incoherently.

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

"Don't shoot yet!" Sun Hang pressed down the gun barrel, looking up at the glass jar suspended in mid-air.

Cracks on the surface of the jar were increasing, spreading like a spiderweb, the complete shattering of the glass jar was only a matter of time.

"You can't deal with that thing either?" Sun Hang urgently communicated through consciousness with the girl, "Then can you tell me, what exactly is it? What connection does it have with me?"

"It... it... I'm sorry, I can't..."

Before the white-haired girl could finish her sentence, the glass jar exploded, and a liquid with a faint bloody smell fell down like rainwater.

Sun Hang rushed forward like an arrow, catching the white-haired girl who fell from the air into his arms.

The girl's weight was lighter than Sun Hang had imagined, he even had an illusion that what he was holding wasn't a young girl, but a puppet made of foam.

The liquid remaining on the girl's body evaporated completely within just a few seconds, the moist skin quickly turned dry and wrinkled... not only the skin, but even the muscles underneath also rapidly atrophied!

The originally exquisite and beautiful face quickly shriveled beyond recognition, in an instant, a young girl turned into a horrifying corpse...

"Hey! Since things have come to this, at least answer my questions, okay?" Sun Hang shouted anxiously, "What on earth is my identity? And what is the Three Monkeys? Just tell me!"

"Goodbye... mother..." The corpse in Sun Hang's arms raised its emaciated arm, gently stroking his cheek, "This... this is not... farewell... in the river of time... we will eventually... meet again..."

The girl's aura completely disappeared, and those memes, most of which carried a bloodline resonance, dissipated with her death, leaving only a small portion, which transferred to Sun Hang's body like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Unfortunately, these memes were extremely "pure," and all memory information they contained had been removed before their transfer.

Suppressing the urge to curse, Sun Hang placed the girl's corpse atop a pile of bones that was half-human high, but as he released his grip, a metal nameplate slipped from the corpse's hand.

Sun Hang immediately bent down to pick up the nameplate—its material and design were identical to the nameplate bearing Sun Hang's own name, only the inscription was in Russian instead of Chinese.

Sun Hang didn't understand Russian, but he forced himself to memorize these characters anyway, then stuffed the nameplate into his pocket.

"She's... she's just dead?" The fisherman cautiously approached, "What is going on here?"

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

At this moment, Shino Seiichi finally arrived at the laboratory, following the blood trail—like Sun Hang and the others, Shino Seiichi was immediately struck by the sight of the scattered bones and the towering bone hill and then focused his attention on the dazed Hunters.

"What... what's happening here?" Shino pointed at the Hunters and asked, "Have they... all been cursed?"

Sun Hang nodded.

"And this whole ground full of bones... they are all employees from the Nameless Island Research Institute from back then?"

"We'll talk about these things later, help me translate this Russian text." Sun Hang tore a page from his notebook, wrote down the Russian text from the nameplate, and handed it to Shino.

"This is... a female name." Shino took the paper, "Anna Demosheva."

"Anna Demosheva?" Sun Hang repeated... Could this be the white-haired girl's name?

But she had just said earlier that she didn't have a name.

Could this name be a code designated by the Nameless Island Research Institute?

It doesn't seem right... According to Sun Hang's experiences at the Celestial City Mysterious Creature Research Institute, those researchers who comfortably held a scalpel to dissect living people didn't use human names as codes for experiment subjects. Typically, they used letters and Arabic numbers without specific meanings.

This seems to be an unspoken rule among the research institutes in different city-states... After all, from an ethical standpoint, using a unique human name to address an experiment subject implies that the subject has acquired a personality... This can easily create unnecessary psychological burdens and negative emotions for the researchers, thus affecting the results of the experiments.

Apart from the very few volunteers who willingly became experiment subjects, the primary source of subjects in the research institutes of various city-states was death row prisoners in various prisons, or those who signed enslavement contracts to repay massive debts.

Just as temporary investigators do not call each other by names but use unified code names.

They are no longer people but "public property" of the Xiazhou Federation.

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