"If you've never been Outside the Wall, how do you know what exists out there? And if you have been outside, you can go again now. Why come looking for me?"
In the pitch-black room lit by a single beam of light, Harley sat in a chair chatting with that mysterious voice. Although she still wore a smile, the other party was clearly becoming emotionally unstable.
The voice had first tried to tempt her with comic books. When that failed, it brought up so-called freedom. It seemed to be considering Sugar Bean's interests, but in essence, those nightmares still wanted to seize a "path"—or rather, control a "doorway."
But it had underestimated Harley's abilities again. At least when it came to talking, it was no match for a psychologist, especially when the other side knew more and understood matters on a higher level.
Now, whenever Dr. Quinzel opened her mouth, she talked about The Void; whenever she closed it, she mentioned God. She casually brought up Hypertime, Omniverse theory, and the beginning and end of Timelines. The nightmare hiding in the dark could not get a word in edgewise.
When speaking with a psychologist, they did not even need to study a patient's microexpressions. A slight hesitation in someone's tone was enough to reveal quite a lot.
That was how Harley discovered the nightmare's guilty conscience. She immediately began working her verbal tricks, leading the owner of the voice in circles.
What exactly they said was not worth recording, since it was all circular nonsense. If you wanted eggs, you had to raise chickens, but if you wanted to raise chickens, you first needed eggs—roughly that sort of thing.
Su Ming did not pay much attention to what was happening on her side. Little Sugar Bean had the other party