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"Doctor, my dreams... They all came true." "Oh? This sounds... Seems good? Think about it, dreams come true, wealth, beauty... Are at your fingertips, isn't it what many people want in the world of games?" "But... My dreams are full of those things! Dirty public toilets, abandoned teaching buildings, libraries at midnight... There are fatal [rules] hidden in every corner! I can't find them, or I'm looking for them in the wrong place... "I will die in reality in the same stupid way as in the dream - just like the man chewing gum while scrolling through his mobile phone at the No. 7 Subway station last week. He was eaten alive by the 'door' because he [failed to bow to the empty seat]! " "That's it. " The doctor slowly looked around this well-furnished clinic, his eyes scanning the 13 qualification certificates arranged in reverse crosses on the wall, and the white machine in the corner that exuded sandalwood and was labeled 'Formaldehyde Purification'. "Then, sir..." He turned back, the arc of his smile was as precise as measuring it with a ruler: "Look at my clinic. Its [rules]... Have you found it? "