Boss, Get on the Number!

Li Muhai has been suffering from a strange disease since he was seven years old. He occasionally loses consciousness and disappears a memory out of thin air. At the age of 24, he was impoverished and desperate. He suddenly noticed countless strange things happening around him. Only then did he discover that he had schizophrenia. His body was as lively as a general meeting. Besides, he was useless except for his original body, and the split personalities were all awesome. Li Muling: I am a great beauty, so it is reasonable to have hundreds of suitors, right? Li Muling: I like small animals, so isn't it natural to be able to communicate with them? What, a pet communicator? Please call me the Beast King! Li Muting: Can you please believe in science? Based on the ASI super intelligence I developed, it is speculated that mankind will enter the interstellar age in fifty years. Li Muming: There are only two ultimate pursuits of biology, food and beautiful women, and I am obviously at the top. Li Muzhan: What kind of super soldier? I just served as a soldier for a few years and my physical fitness is better. Li Muyu: Who am I, where do I come from, and where will I go? Art is the highest pursuit of mankind, and the material world is all illusion. Li Muyun: Fortune telling is an art. Isn't it necessary to know a few high-ranking people? You ask me why I'm flying with swords? It is reasonable for a monk to know some magic, right? The bosses looked at the takeaway boy Li Muhai who was riding away, whispering to each other, and sighed. "Did you see that maybe the big guys have some quirks? This is called hiding in the city." "That person must not want us to disturb him. Last time I went to see him, he kept saying that he didn't know me. It seemed that he was annoyed."