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 other people in the institute? Am I one of the researchers, or am I the subject of research?"

The white-haired girl did not answer.

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

The white-haired girl didn't answer her own question, not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't.

She is avoiding those things as much as possible and trying not to let herself come into contact with the truth of that year!
The reason for this is most likely... because of the three monkey statues!

Ever since the three monkey statues first appeared, they have been preventing Sun Hang from exploring the mystery of his own life experience. Sun Hang had several opportunities to use other strange creatures to regain his memory, but before he could take action, those strange creatures were ruthlessly wiped out by the three monkeys.

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

"You knew 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 so much that he took 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, then nodded slightly.

The amplitude was so small that it was almost imperceptible to ordinary people, 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 reached out and pressed the barrel of the gun, then looked up at the glass jar in the air.

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

"You can't deal with that thing either?" 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 could finish her words, the glass jar exploded, and liquid with a faint smell of blood spilled out like rain.

Sun Hang immediately rushed forward and caught the white-haired girl falling from the sky in his arms.

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

The liquid remaining on the girl's body evaporated in just a few seconds, and her moist skin became dry and wrinkled... Not only the skin, but even the muscles underneath the skin were shrinking rapidly!
The originally delicate and beautiful face quickly shrank and became unrecognizable. In the blink of an eye, the young girl turned into a horrible mummy...

"Hey! Since it's like this, can you at least answer my questions?" Sun Hang shouted anxiously, "Who am I? What on earth are the Three Monkeys? Just tell me!" "Goodbye... Mom..." The mummy in Sun Hang's arms raised its skinny arms and gently stroked his cheek, "This... this is not... a farewell... In the long river of time... we will... 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 as her 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 deleted before being transferred.

Sun Hang resisted the urge to curse and placed the girl's corpse on a pile of bones that was half a person's height. 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 - this nameplate was exactly the same as the nameplate engraved with Sun Hang's name in terms of texture and shape, except that the words engraved on it were not Chinese, but Russian.

Sun Hang didn't understand Russian, but he still forced himself to memorize the characters and then put the nameplate into his pocket.

"This...it died so quickly?" The fisherman approached cautiously, "What happened?"

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

At this moment, Seiichi Yano finally followed the bloodstains on the road and rushed to the laboratory. Like Sun Hang and the others, Seiichi Yano was shocked by the skeletons on the ground and the towering mountain of bones at first, and then he focused his attention on the dazed hunters.

"This...what is going on?" Yano pointed at the hunters and asked, "Are they...all cursed?"

Sun Hang nodded.

"So these bones on the ground...are they all the staff members of the Nameless Island Research Institute back then?"

"We'll talk about these things later. Please help me translate this string of Russian." Sun Hang tore off 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 Dimoshina."

"Anna Dimoshchina?" 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 the code name given to her by the Nameless Island Research Institute?

That's not right... According to what Sun Hang saw and heard at the Tianfu City Weird Things Research Institute, those researchers who could dissect living people with a scalpel without batting an eyelid would not give their experimental subjects human names as code names. They would usually use letters and Arabic numerals that have no special meanings.

This seems to be an unspoken rule among the city-state research institutes... After all, from an ethical perspective, calling the experimental subject by a unique name means that the experimental subject has a personality... This can easily cause unnecessary psychological burden and negative emotions to the researchers, thus affecting the results of the experiment.

Apart from a very small number of volunteers who volunteered to become experimental subjects, the main source of experimental subjects for each city-state's research institute was death row inmates from various prisons, or those who signed indentures to sell themselves in order to repay huge debts.

It’s like temporary investigators don’t address each other by their names, but instead use code names.

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

(End of this chapter)