So that was how it worked?
Although he had just been considering the possibility, Fu Qian still couldn't help feeling a little wistful now that the evolution was unfolding right before his eyes.
Was this the ultimate form of the Knowledge Curse?
Granted, the contents of Etched Wisdom weren't all that reliable, but some things were simply too hard to explain as coincidence.
Take the question he'd mentioned earlier, for instance: the two missing notes, and the Thinker forgetting the result.
If there was some underlying consistency behind them, it seemed easy enough to arrive at one conclusion: "The closer you get to the answer, the farther away you are from it."
You could pursue it, dream of it, yearn for it... but when you truly drew close, the repulsion would rapidly grow infinitely strong, keeping it forever out of reach.
It didn't take much imagination to understand what kind of torment that would be for an academic.
Seeking the truth in a supernatural world was truly a far more arduous task.
And the most arduous moment in the case before him was unfolding right now—scree!
A second tentacle had already been torn from the Thinker's body, this time from his left leg.
As for his other leg, it had dragged his entire lower body with it, nearly tearing him in half and pinning him to a far corner of the cage.
At this rate, it wouldn't take two minutes for the Thinker to accomplish something unprecedented: tearing himself apart.
Watching this unfold, Fu Qian neither stopped him nor urged him on. He just shifted aside a little so he wouldn't interfere with the calculations.
The Thinker had said earlier that he'd been calculating in here for a long time. Honestly, it was hard to believe he'd been doing