Same Body, Different Dream

"Aren't you the top psychiatrist in the universe? I happen to have obsessive-compulsive disorder when writing. Please help me cure it." The man sitting opposite Chen Renqi said seriously, holding a pen. Chen Renqi, who was wearing a white coat, raised his head and glanced at the man after hearing this, then frowned, touched his chin a few more times with his fingers, and muttered in a low voice: "Did a new personality split again? It seems to be an interrogator, but maybe it's a new paranoia. Well, I'll prescribe both medicines for you, it's safer." "Alas -" the man sighed at Chen Renqi, who still imagined that he was a doctor, and then asked him seriously with eyes full of anger: "Tell me the truth, what is your purpose of killing all living things on the planet?" "Ah?" Chen Renqi was a little surprised, and then defended: "It's not me, it's that despicable third-rate magician. Who knew he could take the moon out of his arms casually, and by the time the audience realized he was running away, the tall man's hair would be burned into a Mediterranean shape." However, the man didn't pay attention to what he said, he just concentrated on writing some words on the paper, stopped writing and handed it over. The content is as follows: "The perverted patient who forced us to play role-playing and killed people in the hospital with a knife, is he still lying outside the door behind me and listening?"