"A thief? Do you mean Chimera Seventeen?" Sun Hang pressed. "What did it steal?"
But Anna did not answer Sun Hang's question directly. Instead, she let out a strange laugh. "Mother, shall we play a game?"
Sun Hang wanted to say that he had no time to play games with her, but considering the existence of Three Monkeys, he had no choice but to agree. "Fine. What game?"
Anna could not tell him the truth. Doing so would draw Three Monkeys' interference— even if she risked having her remaining shred of consciousness destroyed and spoke the truth as quickly as possible, Three Monkeys would erase Sun Hang's memories related to it.
Three Monkeys' existence seemed unsolvable, but after thinking day and night, Sun Hang had finally come up with a method.
He named it "deceiving cognition."
Since Three Monkeys would erase his memories of the truth, then he simply did not need to understand that truth... He could give up thinking and instead leave it to practical action—Sun Hang did not need to know why he had to do something. He only needed to know what to do.
That sounded rather convoluted. Put simply, it was like blindfolding his own eyes, stuffing his own ears, covering his own mouth, then feeling his way over stones scattered across the ground and inching closer to the truth.
Once Sun Hang truly stood before the truth, then even if Three Monkeys erased his memories, he would see the truth again the very next second.
Unless Three Monkeys erased the truth itself.
And in this process, these "stones" that Sun Hang could use to feel his way forward were crucial.
They could be all kinds of clues and traces unrelated to the truth itself, or hints left for him by beings who knew the