Brain Eater (3)

This one really did look like he needed a little sedative.

Standing at the second recipient's door, Fu Qian eyed the half an eye peering through the gap and made a quiet assessment.

The blue-green iris was surrounded by an expanse of bloodshot white, and the eyeball was darting wildly from side to side.

He didn't need to say a word for unease to wash over Fu Qian.

"What should I call you?"

This time, Fu Qian let the other man introduce himself.

"Sam."

To Fu Qian's surprise, the man didn't slam the door in his face. After reflexively ducking out of sight for a moment, he leaned back into view and introduced himself.

That was more like it.

Fu Qian glanced at the list in his hand. Sam was indeed the second patient.

"So why didn't you go to the clinic on time?"

Although the man was being so cooperative, Fu Qian didn't rush to ask him to open the door. Instead, he casually asked his second question.

"I..."

Sam fell into thought again. At the same time, he revealed more of himself, allowing Fu Qian to get a proper look at him.

Judging by his appearance, he was much older than Shiki. His clothes were rumpled, and he looked utterly worn out. His black-and-white hair was a tangled mess, as if he hadn't groomed it in a long time.

By every measure, he looked more like a patient than Hajima Shiki.

"The doctor told me not to go."

While Fu Qian was sizing him up, Sam seemed to finally remember the reason.

But that reason...

"The doctor told you not to go to the clinic lately?"

Fu Qian frowned.

"Yes. I'm not supposed to go anywhere lately. Just stay at home, and don't let anyone in."

Sam's tone