"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here..." Outside the review room, the black-robed player silently smoked a Jade Hibiscus. His cold, rigid expression had turned somewhat rueful.
"What kind of plot is it this time?" The white-robed player smiled and asked curiously when he saw him like that.
"Have you seen House of Wax?"
"Huh?"
"The carpenter version. He only targets women, turning living human skin into wooden sculptures. His craftsmanship is seriously good. The finished products he made from their memories were even more lifelike than the Wife Robots in Red Sun Country... What a damn talent!"
"Why did things become so extreme?" the white-robed player asked curiously.
"His wife found someone else..."
"That's all it took?"
"None of the three sons were his... And she still wanted half his assets in the divorce..."
"Tsk..."
"By the way..." The white-robed player suddenly grew curious. "Does marital infidelity count as above or below the Red Line?"
"Below..." The black-robed player curled his lip. "It'll reduce your assessment score and lower your ranking, but in principle, privacy must be protected**, so it can't be made public. So... if an old married couple comes in for testing, the other person should remain unaware... no matter how exciting the plot is."
"How exciting?"
"Very exciting. Over the past two days, I've seen every kind of plot that even the little websites wouldn't dare write about. People really are getting worse..."
The white-robed player: "..."
"Right, that middle-aged couple who came for an examination the afternoon before yesterday—those were your parents, weren't they?"
"Huh?" The white-robed player's eyelid twitched at that. The cigarette in his hand nearly slipped. "No way..."
"Hey, look at how nervous you are. Your uncle and aunt are still very model citizens..."
"Oh..." The white-robed player immediately relaxed.