So those things had all come from people being swallowed and left undigested?
Head-Peeking Brother's words were undoubtedly chilling, but Fu Qian's first thought was that they explained why there were so few people.
As for how it had happened—
Fu Qian could easily picture someone climbing up and down in a place like this, acting as a cleaner and swallowing everything they came across, then returning to the studio satisfied.
Of course, that seemed to imply a rather troublesome possibility: everyone had been eaten, and the key he was looking for wasn't among them?
Did he even have any reason to stay here? Should he find a way back to the real world and keep looking there?
Could the two young people he was searching for have fallen into the Inner World, too?
This guess had been on Fu Qian's mind ever since the breakfast shop. It was also one of the reasons he had deliberately entered the Inner World.
Now, both Head-Peeking Brother's current appearance and the clothes Fu Qian had found earlier seemed to suggest that things weren't looking good.
The clothes suggested that someone had been here, but they might already be gone—and there might not be a key, either.
"Oh? Which one tasted the best?"
Although things looked grim, Fu Qian still chose to delve deeper into the topic, completely unconcerned by the torment reflected in Head-Peeking Brother's memories.
...Which one tasted the best?
Fortunately, the question was relatively mundane. By contrast, the other man's pain eased for a moment, and he became immersed in his memories.
"That girl. She tasted the best..."
As expected, memories had a flavor dimension. This time he recalled it even faster than before.
Even as he struggled on the verge of madness, there was a genuine trace of