"What parents? I don't have any parents." The player seemed to have been provoked, and blurted out, "I ate my parents a long time ago!"
Xu Huo wore an appropriately regretful expression. "Are you dreaming again? The same dream where the whole world is full of cannibalistic perverts?"
"Bullshit! I told you, I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming!" The other man grew agitated and immediately tried to flip the table and grab a chair. But only then did he realize he was strapped to his seat. Soft leather restraints were wrapped around his wrists and ankles three times each. Forget making a scene—even moving more than a little was impossible!
"Can you tell me about your dream?" Xu Huo acted as if he hadn't noticed the man's fury and continued with his planned questions. "Sharing can help calm you down. If you keep getting this worked up, I'll have the nurse give you an injection."
The latter half worked well. The player visibly calmed down, then fixed Xu Huo with a sinister stare. "A dream... Sure. Last night, I dreamed about you."
"Is that so?"
"I dreamed I gutted you, boiled some of you into soup, braised some of you, and even your skin would've made a delicious dish!"
Xu Huo's expression barely changed. "So your dreams have changed. You've gone from victim to perpetrator."
The other man gave a low chuckle. "Doctor, come closer. I have something to tell you."
Xu Huo gave him a deliberate glance before flipping through his notebook. "Last time, you said Nurse Liu had secretly eaten the patient in Room 502. The time before that, you said a guard had taken a patient away in the middle of the night, and that you'd seen them cooking hot pot in the security room. Your state