"Hello?" Sun Hang suddenly realized he might have hit the nail on the head.
Anna remained silent. Perhaps she was wary of Three Monkeys... Perhaps the answer to this question had reached the point where it would draw Three Monkeys' attention.
"Anna? Did you fall asleep?"
There was still no response.
"Then let's change the subject. Anna, which do you think tastes better, Coca-Cola or Pepsi? Do you prefer rice dumplings with sugar and red dates, or pork and salted egg yolk? And do you eat sweet or savory tofu pudding?"
Anna's voice never sounded in Sun Hang's earpiece, as though she had already cut off the communication.
Perhaps... Anna's silence had nothing to do with Three Monkeys?
Three Monkeys only reacted to things involving "taboos," and even thinking with his heels, Sun Hang knew the trivial nonsense he had just asked about had absolutely nothing to do with "taboos"!
Could it be that he had lost his memory because he argued with someone over whether tofu pudding should be sweet or savory, then got knocked unconscious with one punch?
Or was Three Monkeys some die-hard Coca-Cola fan or Pepsi fan, and Anna was afraid that the wrong answer would offend Three Monkeys? That would be even more ridiculous!
Sun Hang glanced at the west wall of the apartment building. Golden sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, falling across the wall in mottled patches of light. Whenever the wind blew, those patches shifted with the rustling leaves... This lighting effect was so realistic it was nearly indistinguishable from reality. Even the most cutting-edge graphics cards on the market still could not solve this problem... The computational demand was simply too great. Unless it was a supercomputer with astonishing processing power, an ordinary home computer could never achieve this level