Sun Hang could clearly sense that the inside this guy was being rapidly extracted, just like those eerie objects he had devoured himself...
But this ti, it wasn't Sun Hang who made the move.
"You've finally arrived." A gentle female voice echoed in Sun Hang's mind.
Sun Hang's heart stirred, and he imdiately looked up.
Beneath the beams hung a massive cylindrical glass tank, with many severed cables and plastic tubes dangling from its bottom, resembling the tentacles of so deceased soft-bodied creature.
The tank was filled with a clear, pale yellow liquid, and a naked girl, hugging her knees, floated within it.
Her eyes were closed, and her head drooped slightly, making her look as if she were asleep.
Judging by her appearance, this girl was likely a Slavic living in the Siberian Federation. She had exquisite and sculpted features, but unlike the stern and sharp appearance of Germans in Europe, her face had a certain softness unique to Asian features... which quite matched the current mainstream aesthetics on the Xiazhou Continent.
Coupled with her snow-white long hair spreading behind her, gently swaying in the water, from a distance, her transcendent beauty was almost too overwhelming to behold.
Once the fisherman laid his eyes on the girl, he beca utterly stunned, muttering, "My God... she... she..."
The fisherman seed to want to say sothing, but the words were stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single syllable.
"She's the one who left us the note." Sun Hang patted the fisherman firmly on the back. "Be careful, she's more dangerous than any eerie object we've encountered before."
Sun Hang referred to the girl as a "thing" rather than a "person."
The sense of oppression that this enigmatic white-haired girl gave Sun Hang was even greater than that of the Yamata Orochi.
"These... these people..." The fisherman glanced at the piles of bones in the laboratory that nearly covered the floor. "Did she kill them all?"
"I didn't kill them." The gentle female voice sounded in Sun Hang's mind again, "It was they who killed themselves."
"Who are you?" Sun Hang looked at the girl in the glass tank and asked.
"You... are you asking her?" The fisherman, clearly unable to hear the voice in Sun Hang's mind, looked at Sun Hang worriedly. "Will doing this alert her?"
"I have no na." The gentle female voice replied, "They were not worthy to na , so I've never had a na... But you are different, you are worthy... I've been waiting for you to give a na, I've waited so long... so very long."
"Was it you who caused the incident a hundred years ago?" Sun Hang asked again.
"You seem to have... lost all your mories?" The voice had a hint of confusion.
"Answer my question first."
"Alright." The voice seed extrely compliant with Sun Hang. "You caused that incident, and my consciousness only awakened after everything happened."
"?" Sun Hang was stunned.
He had speculated about this and thought that the incident might be related to him and the Three Monkeys, but he never imagined that he would be the culprit behind the Naless Island Research Institute incident over a hundred years ago.
Could she be lying to him?
"Then what am I?" Sun Hang asked again.
The fisherman looked at Sun Hang with a peculiar expression: "Are you... talking to her? You can hear what she's saying?"
"You are you; you're not sothing else." The white-haired girl replied.
"What exactly did I do back then that led to all this?" Sun Hang completely ignored the fisherman's blank expression and continued asking.
"You did nothing; everything was just following its course." The white-haired girl replied.
Sun Hang suddenly realized sothing: it wasn't that the white-haired girl liked to speak in riddles, but rather that her way of thinking and logic seed different from humans... to get valuable information from her, he needed to change his way of questioning.
"What is the relationship between us?"
"Have you... forgotten even this? I'm so sad... Mother."
When the word "Mother" ca out, Sun Hang felt like he was struck by lightning, bewildered—he opened his mouth blankly and, after a while, asked, "What did you just call ?"
"Mother."
In the next second, Sun Hang did sothing identical to what he did when he first woke up in the hospital: he reached his right hand between his legs and gently scratched.
"Could you have... mistaken for soone else?"
"I could mistake anyone, but I would never mistake my mother."
There must be so misunderstanding here!
Sun Hang suddenly rembered sothing called the imprinting phenonon—many animals would regard the first thing they saw as their mother... is it possible that at the mont when the white-haired girl first gained consciousness, there was soone with a look or aura very similar to his beside her...
"No, you are my mother." The white-haired girl seed to sense what Sun Hang was thinking, speaking before Sun Hang could even ask, "You created ... the blood bond between us is unmistakably real."
Hiss...
I created her?
In other words, the term "Mother" refers to the relationship between a creator and a creation?
"Are you sure... that it's ?" Sun Hang stopped speaking aloud and started communicating directly with her through his consciousness, "Over a hundred years ago, I created you? Has my physical body existed for over a hundred years?"
The white-haired girl fell silent, and Sun Hang couldn't tell if she was unwilling to answer the question or if she didn't know the answer.
"Then what's with these dead people?"
As soon as Sun Hang asked this, fragnted mories suddenly unlocked—a vision of thousands of people, like walking corpses, standing in this room, their shadows overlapping with the remains strewn across the floor.
These people had vacant expressions, empty eyes, as if they had lost all emotions... much like those Hunters sitting by the bone mountain, looking up at the ceiling.
The white-haired girl's "food"... was human emotions!
The curse on the Naless Island drove people mad because it amplified human emotions... it functioned like fertilizing seedlings in a field.
People on the Naless Island back then weren't killed outright by the white-haired girl... they'd been left devoid of emotions, sitting here like puppets, dying of hunger and thirst.
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