Brain Eater (VI)

"Your brain really does have a problem."

Fu Qian's self-assessment had, without a doubt, provoked a strong reaction from the psychiatrist.

Nancy stared at him for a long time before finally speaking slowly.

"Sorry. Although your story has clearly been more plausible so far, questioning everything is a basic professional skill."

Fu Qian smiled as he explained.

"So, to put those doubts to rest, could you show me the irrefutable evidence you just mentioned?"

"No."

Nancy's refusal was decisive.

"Not unless you bring Kelly here. Otherwise, it's impossible."

"Of course."

Her reaction hadn't surprised Fu Qian much. He nodded.

Though he hadn't handed over a single dose of sedative, he'd gained quite a lot from this trip.

In theory, the sensible choice now was to take all the information he'd gathered back to the clinic and confront Kelly.

Then, ideally, he'd bring her here so they could both see the irrefutable evidence.

But—

"I'll verify what you've said. Before that, though, there are two more things I need to confirm with you."

"...Go ahead."

Nancy seemed not to have expected Fu Qian to be so stubborn. Still, despite her anger, she finally gritted her teeth and spoke.

"First, I noticed something very strange. All the windows... No, more precisely, every place where you might be able to see outside has been sealed up. As someone who works in mental health, I find that very abnormal. May I ask why?"

Fu Qian wasn't making this up. He hadn't been idle during their conversation; from what he'd observed, even the peephole in the door had been blocked.

Of course, to be precise, he was someone who threatened mental health.

His words seemed to remind Nancy of something. She suddenly started, looking around in alarm, as if afraid that even a sliver