Afterimage Disintegration

"Zongzi must be salty to be authentic!" Shouted the man with blood at the corner of his mouth. "Salty is heresy, sweet is authentic." The man with a mole at the corner of his left eye clenched his fist and argued. "Salty!" "Sweet." In a pure white room, a young man punched himself in the face one after another, but he showed no pain but said something crazy with a look on his face. Separated by a one-way mirror. Two people in white coats were recording something with pens and paper. Suddenly, the middle-aged man in a white coat asked, "What do you think the world of a mental patient is like?" "Why do you think he is a mental patient?" The young man in white coat did not answer but asked another question. "Because he's crazy." "How do you define madness?" "It's... It's hard to say, I can't explain it clearly." "And why do you think you're not a mental patient?" "I..." The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he looked at the people in the room, not knowing how to defend himself. After the young man finished speaking, he stopped communicating with him. Instead, he stared at the people in the room and scrawled a few words on his notes: Qualified for preliminary disintegration. (No heroine, no system, not invincible)