Good news: I’ve “graduated” from the psychiatric hospital.
Bad news: I think the whole world is sick, and I’m the one who needs to treat it.
And so, my fix-it shop opened for business.
Here are some of my past accomplishments:
A rich woman whose husband cheated on her successfully earned her excavator operator’s license. Congratulations!!!
A crime boss became a star member of the city’s philosophy association. Congratulations!!!
The police station became my subsidiary. Congratulations!!!
A serial killer, struck by the vastness of the world, turned himself in of his own accord. Congratulations!!!
Enough talk. If you need help, call: Ha Ji Mi Nan Bei Lu Dou A Xi Ga A Xi.
Just kidding. Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Hahahaha, your conditions are way too serious. I can’t save you!
But I can ask my nine senior brothers, all murderers, to help you!
It's beautiful. The world of a madman is like a garbled computer running a program. The logic is rigorous and one step after another. If you want to know the follow-up, you can only follow the garbled computer. I feel that the author's mental state is quite beautiful. How did he come up with this? It's quite interesting.