Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 186 "Mom"

Sun Hang could clearly sense that the memes in this guy's body were being rapidly extracted, just like the weird things he had devoured...

But the person who took action this time was not Sun Hang.

"You're finally here." A soft female voice sounded in Sun Hang's mind.

Sun Hang's heart moved, and he immediately looked up.

I saw a huge cylindrical glass jar hanging under the beam, and under the glass jar, there were many cut cables and plastic hoses hanging, like the tentacles of some dead soft-bodied creature.

The glass jar was filled with clear light yellow liquid. A naked girl was hugging her knees, suspended in the liquid.

She closed her eyes and her head drooped slightly, looking like she was asleep.

Judging from her face, this girl is most likely a Slav living in the Siberian Federation. She has delicate and three-dimensional facial features, but not as cold and stiff as the Germans in Europe. Instead, she has some of the softness unique to the faces of yellow people... It can be said that her facial features are quite consistent with the mainstream aesthetics of the Xiazhou continent today.

In addition, her long snow-white hair fluttered behind her and swayed slowly in the water. From a distance, her otherworldly beauty was almost too beautiful to look directly at.

After the fisherman shifted his gaze to the girl, he was completely stunned. He murmured, "Oh my God...she...she..."

The fisherman seemed to want to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.

"She's the one who left the note for us." Sun Hang patted the fisherman on the back. "Be careful, she's more dangerous than any of the weird things we've encountered before."

The word Sun Hang used to refer to the girl was "thing" rather than "person".

The oppressive feeling that this strange white-haired girl brought to Sun Hang was even greater than that brought by the Yamata no Orochi.

"These... these people..." The fisherman glanced at the pile of bones in the laboratory, which were so piled up that there was almost no place to stand. "Did she kill them all?"

"It wasn't me who killed them." The soft female voice sounded in Sun Hang's mind again, "It was them who killed them."

"Who are you?" Sun Hang looked at the girl in the glass jar and asked.

"Are you... are you asking her?" The fisherman obviously couldn't hear the voice in Sun Hang's mind. He looked at Sun Hang with some concern, "Will we alarm her by doing this?"

"I don't have a name." A soft female voice said, "They are not qualified to name me, so I have never had a name... But you are different, you are qualified... I have been waiting for you to give me a name, I have been waiting for a long time... a long, long time."

"Were you the one who caused the accident a hundred years ago?" Sun Hang asked again.

"You seem to have... lost all your memories?" There was a hint of doubt in the woman's voice.

"Answer my question first."

"Okay." The other party seemed to be extremely obedient to Sun Hang. "You were the one who caused the accident, and I only regained consciousness after everything happened."

"Me?" Sun Hang was stunned.

Although he had guessed this, and thought that the accident might be related to him and the three apes, he never thought that he would be the culprit of the incident at the Nameless Island Research Institute more than a hundred years ago. Could this guy be lying to him?
"Then who am I?" Sun Hang asked again.

The fisherman looked at Sun Hang strangely: "You...you are not talking to her, are you? Can you hear what she says?"

"You are you, you are not something." The white-haired girl replied.

"What did I do back then to cause all this to happen?" Sun Hang completely ignored the fisherman whose brain had completely short-circuited and continued to ask.

"You didn't do anything. Everything just happened naturally." The white-haired girl replied.

Sun Hang suddenly realized a problem. It was not that the white-haired girl liked to be a riddle teller, but that the way she thought about problems and her logic seemed to be different from those of humans... If he wanted to get valuable information from her, he had to change the way he asked questions.

"What is the relationship between you and me?"

"You...have you even forgotten this? I'm so sad...Mom."

When the word "Mom" came out, Sun Hang was like being struck by a bolt from the blue. He was shocked and felt burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. He opened his mouth in confusion, and after a long while, he asked, "What did you just call me?"

"Mother."

The next second, Sun Hang did exactly the same thing he did when he just woke up in the hospital: he reached his right hand between his legs and gently reached out.

"Could it be possible that you... recognized the wrong person?"

"I may mistake anyone, but I will never mistake my mother."

There must be some misunderstanding here!
Sun Hang suddenly remembered something called the nestling complex - many animals regard the first thing they see after they are born as their mother... Then is it possible that when this white-haired girl first became conscious, there was a person next to her whose appearance or aura was very similar to his own...

"No, you are my mother." The white-haired girl seemed to be able to sense what Sun Hang was thinking, and spoke before Sun Hang asked, "You created me... The feeling of blood connection between us cannot be fake."

hiss……

Did I create her?
In other words, does this “mother” refer to the relationship between the creator and the created?

"Are you sure... it's me?" Sun Hang stopped talking and used his consciousness to communicate with the other party. "More than a hundred years ago, I created you? This body of mine has existed for more than a hundred years?"

The white-haired girl fell silent. Sun Hang didn't know whether she didn't want to answer this question or she didn't know the answer.

"What about these dead people?"

As soon as Sun Hang asked this question, some fragmented memory fragments were suddenly unlocked - he could see thousands of people standing in this room like zombies, their shadows overlapping with the bones on the ground.

These people had dull expressions and lifeless eyes, as if they had completely lost all emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness... just like those hunters who were sitting next to the bone mountain, looking up at the ceiling.

The "food" of this white-haired girl... is human emotions!
The curse on the nameless island drives people crazy in order to amplify human emotions... The principle is just like fertilizing the seedlings in the field.

Those people on the nameless island were definitely not killed by the white-haired girl herself... They were starved to death and died of thirst after all their emotions were devoured and they sat here like puppets!
(End of this chapter)