Amian is a tapir who only eats dreams and makes a living by eating nightmares.
She hasn't eaten in three days. It's not that I don't have dreams - it's that the dreams I have now are too unpalatable. KPIs, revisions by Party A, graduation thesis acknowledgments... Even nightmares are involved.
Until a criminal police officer moved next door.
He smelled of the cleanest nightmare that Amian had smelled in three years. Pure, thick, cold pine nightmare.
She must go in.
But the man named Lu Xing's dream defense was the highest she had ever seen——
Not a city wall, but a prison. He locked up his dream.
Lu Xing didn't dare to sleep.
Just close your eyes and see ruins, blood, and a hand stretching out from the rubble. There was also the voice of his partner, asking him over and over: "Why didn't you save me?"
And there's something wrong with the woman next door who calls herself Amian. The house she lives in has not registered any takeaway delivery visitors for two years.
When her eyes looked at him, they didn't look like they were looking at a neighbor.
Like looking at prey.
Dream-Eating Tapir × Insomnia Detective
Unit drama｜Healing｜Heart-torture
"The person I saved was not him, but the young man wielding a sword in the cold night."
Purpose: Healing others is also healing yourself. The end of the nightmare is letting go and reconciliation