Enter the World Where Everyone Is Crazy About Criticism

Oops, I seem to have written the wrong type of work. . . At first, I thought I had traveled to Gotham, a city full of criminals. Later, I discovered that this world is far scarier than Gotham. Because everyone in this world, every person... Is crazy. And I am the only normal person in this world. Maybe at this time you will ask: How can a normal person survive in such a world? It's a long story. I recorded my survival guide here so that future travelers can get some help. Of course, I hope you will never come to this plane and never travel to the world where I am. But dear reader, please believe that you will not see my diary for no reason, because all the interweavings in the universe are destined to happen. May you never come to my world. If misfortune strikes you, then I wish you good luck. When the killer's bullet scrapes the rose on your forehead, the flowers presented by the clown are filled with the poisonous fragrance of sevoflurane, and the painter's utility knife traces the shape of your skull... You have to hide your [lamb]-like mind as a normal person, hide everything in the world where everyone is crazy, and make every step of the way. Once exposed, you will be beyond redemption. If you win the love of some crazy people, can you break out of the siege? Or even... Return to the original world? Or... Have other plans?