"Am... Am I dreaming?"
Even though the Idol Detective was indeed a detective, she didn't faint directly like the victim, but even so, she stood nervously by Duanmu Huai's side, staring at the pile of human skin on the ground with disbelief.
"Do you think you're dreaming?"
"Honestly, I'd rather think I'm dreaming. What was that just now?"
"That's not important. What's important is that we must go back!"
"Go back? Ah... right!"
Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, the Idol Detective was momentarily stunned, then suddenly remembered that the Gourmet Detective had gone to the boy's house to investigate. And now, the boy had become such a... whatever kind of monster this was, then what about his family?
"Shouldn't we call the police?"
"Are you serious?"
Duanmu Huai bent down, picked up the human skin, stuffed it into a random bag, and looked at the Idol Detective as if she were an idiot. The latter paused for a moment, helplessly spreading her hands.
"I'm just saying."
