I Have a Mental Sanatorium in Fog City

Under the thick fog of cinder pollution, in the shadows, demons dance with gods, mortals, and classes. Who can call themselves a good person? Qin Feng, who is out of tune here, accidentally got into a mental sanatorium (patient) (priest) (family) or (prey) or (hunter)? Holy Nun: "Achilles Wind, next time you rob, don't bring it to the head of the nursing home" A believer in Dionysus: "Yes, yes, good brother, you don't know how to do it cleanly." The girl with a pink heart on her body: "I don't care, Brother Feng did the right thing." Double voice: "Brother, can you please die?"