If he couldn't see the rabbit heads, he could probably just forget about them. But now they were sitting right in front of him and he wasn't allowed to eat them—this kind of torment wasn't something normal people could endure.
He even had a weird thought in his head: if suspects refused to confess in the future, first let them have a meal of rabbit heads, then line the rabbit heads up in front of them and say, "You talk, you eat. No confession, no rabbit head!"
Wouldn't they end up confessing obediently just to eat rabbit heads?
That older guy saw Qian Zhijie staying silent, got off his own bed, walked over to Qian Zhijie's bedside, and spoke with the tone of someone who'd been through it all: "I was the first one to move in here, and I'll be discharged in another day. I've recovered pretty fast, so I kind of count as experienced."
