Sun Hang immediately pulled the remaining documents from the file bag and eagerly continued reading.
But just then, he heard a faint burst of laughter.
The words on the paper rapidly faded. In the blink of an eye, the stack of documents containing earth-shattering secrets had turned into a thick bundle of yellowed blank paper.
As if sensing something, Sun Hang looked up. Sure enough, directly above the safe stood three lifelike monkey statues. Aside from the monkey covering its eyes, the other two were watching him with faintly mocking expressions.
"Fuck your mother!" Sun Hang was genuinely furious this time. He swung a slap at the monkey statues.
Yet his palm passed straight through them without the slightest resistance.
He could see the monkey statues, but he simply could not touch them.
How should he describe this feeling? "Like punching cotton" had been used to death, so after thinking for a moment, Sun Hang decided on a fresher comparison—this felt like picking boogers while wearing gloves. He could see them, he could feel them, but he could not truly touch them... it was frustrating to the extreme.
Sun Hang ran through every curse word he could think of in his mind, then took a deep breath and asked, slowly and clearly, "I don't know why you won't let me investigate my past. Is it because you fear who I was in the past, or is there some other reason?"
The Three Monkeys did not respond.
"Then why have you appeared here?" Sun Hang patted the stack of blank paper in his hand. "Just to turn these things into unreadable gibberish? Since you possess this kind of supernatural power, why not erase the memories buried deep in my mind completely? Then I wouldn't have entered this dream in the first