"Hmph... This guy is very cunning. I advise you to be careful."
"That's true... I heard that a temporary worker was almost blinded by him last week."
"That's good luck... You've only been here for a short time, so you may not know... Before this kid was isolated in isolation, he once stole a pipe wrench from someone's toolbox while an electrician was repairing something.
, and then beat another patient to a bloody head, almost killing him."
"Oh! Is it so serious?"
"No, so...you'd better be careful when dealing with these crazy people; some of them usually look more polite than doctors, but once they get crazy, they will immediately act like mad dogs...
…I’ll pounce on you and bite you to death.”
While the two caregivers were talking, they tied a restraint belt on Feng Bujue on the chair.
The two of them just talked about this in front of Brother Jue and didn't take it seriously; because in their opinion... mentally ill people are similar to out-of-control animals, and there is no need to worry about their thoughts or self-esteem.
"You two..." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue also joined the conversation, "Can you tell me..." He paused for half a second and asked, "Where is this? Who am I?"
"Ha!" Hearing this, the nurse who sounded like an old employee laughed dryly and responded, "Why have you forgotten this? This is Buckingham Palace, and you are the British prince!"
The new employee on the side also laughed when he heard this: "Yes, we are both your slaves, aren't we... getting ready to shave for you."
When they replied to these two sentences, they had already fastened Feng Bujue firmly to the restraint chair.
This chair is made of metal. The seat and backrest are covered with leather, and it is very wide. Each section of the chair body is equipped with adjustable restraint straps... Obviously, this design is to cope with various body shapes.
of patients.
"I didn't mean to joke with you..." Although the two men did not give a serious answer, Feng Bujue still maintained a calm attitude and said again, "I really want to know where I am and where I am.
I am……"
"Baisha Mental Hospital." This time, before he finished asking, the old employee interrupted in an impatient tone, "As for your name... I don't know; you've been here longer than I have.
For a long time, I only know that your code name is 32. For other things...you should ask your own confused brain."
When he said this, he paused for two seconds, then picked up an electric shaver from the tool table in front of the chair, and continued: "Now, I suggest you sit there and don't move...let us finish the work at hand,
After that... you can go back to your room and think about your life slowly."
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Fifteen minutes later...
Feng Bujue didn't do anything unusual during the shaving process, so the two caregivers helped him finish shaving smoothly and sent him back to the ward.
On the way back to the ward, Feng Bujue asked to see his attending physician.
But the nurse's answer was: "The doctor is very busy and can't see you until the scheduled check-up date."
Brother Jue immediately asked the other party when his next examination would be.
And the answer he got was "tomorrow".
After this conversation, the two caregivers left.
Brother Jue was the only one left in the small room.
Feng Bujue lay sprawled on the ground, resting his head on his hands, and began to ponder the situation in front of him.
First of all, the most important thing he needs to figure out is whether he is still in the game world.
According to the available information, more than 90% of the answers to this question are...not.
In the game world, he can open the game menu, but now he can't. In the game world, he can be forced to go offline, but he can't leave it now. In the game world, he can't take off his pants, but he took them off smoothly before.
In addition, he can't use any luggage, equipment, skills, soul... even in terms of physical fitness, he has passed a simple exercise test, and the conclusion is that his current physical fitness is worse than ordinary people.
Not even as good as myself in real life.
Of course, there is still a chance that he is in some kind of script world that transcends ordinary connection forms.
However, so far, Feng Bujue has not found any evidence to support this hypothesis...
So, he began to think about the second question. Assuming that he is not in the game world now, but in reality, then... can this situation be classified as "time travel"?
For example... my soul has come to the "reality" of another universe. It is no longer a projection, but is truly controlling the state of a certain body.
If this assumption is true, then he has to face the third question: How can he return to his own world?
Finally, beyond all these questions and assumptions, there is one worst, but seemingly reasonable, conjecture.
This is the real...real world.
As for this hypothesis, Feng Bujue did not think deeply about it, because he believed... that the possibility was basically zero.
After all, the vast amount of knowledge in Brother Jue's mind, as well as the thinking abilities that can only be acquired through training, all exist and can be verified at any time.
All of this can prove... at least on the level of consciousness, he is "Feng Bujue", not the "Patient No. 32" who has been locked up in a mental hospital for many years.
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Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and there was another sound from the door.
Feng Bujue looked up and saw someone opening a flap at the bottom of the door and bringing in a plate of food from outside.
"It's time to eat." The next second, the old nurse's voice sounded outside the door again.
Previously, because he was concentrating on thinking about things, Feng Bujue ignored his physical needs, but now... when he smelled the aroma of the food, he realized with some hindsight... that he was really a little bit...
hungry.
"Well...it's another setting that shouldn't exist in the 'game world'." Feng Bujue thought thoughtfully as he moved towards the door, "According to this trend of 'getting hungry and thirsty', in the past
I might have to go to the toilet later."
Come to think of it, he still wants to eat...
Since the room was very small, Feng Bujue simply didn't get up. He turned over casually, moved on the ground a few times, and arrived behind the door.
When he looked closer, he discovered that even the tableware here had an "anti-suicide" design: the plates holding food were light green in color and made of a memory material that could be made like rubber.
It bends to a certain degree and will deform when it is under pressure. When there is no external force, it will return to its original shape and maintain a certain hardness... If you use this thing to hit your head, it is probably no different from hitting it with a children's bat.
The difference is not as hard as a human fist.
As for the tableware used for eating... it is neither chopsticks nor knives and forks, but a special "fork and spoon"; its color and material are the same as the dinner plate, and in terms of hardness... it is definitely higher than the food, but not enough
to hurt people.
"It's really thoughtful..." Feng Bujue picked up the fork and spoon and muttered again, and then started to eat without ceremony.
Not to mention... the food in this mental hospital is much better than Brother Jue imagined; they did not feed the patients some cheap, mushy dark food like some movies and TV shows. Instead, they arranged the same meals as the employees
The standard meal is two meat and one vegetarian, including rice and soup.
Soon, Feng Bujue swept away everything on the dinner plate. Then, he placed the plate behind the door, threw his head up and lay down.
"Ah" after burping with satisfaction, Brother Jue couldn't help but sigh, "If we continue to live like this, we will almost become Ji Chunsheng..." Speaking of Ji Chunsheng, he naturally wanted to take it.
I have a few lines to say, "Although the conditions here are a bit bad, there is a saying that 'Although the cold kiln is broken, it can protect you from the rain, and you can eat and drink for free, but the bitterness is also sweet.'" This kind of training of will can withstand the test.
Opportunities are quite rare..."
…………
Feng Bujue fell asleep.
He didn't know how he fell asleep, but it was probably due to tiredness after eating a full meal.
He didn't know how long he slept, but when he woke up, the dinner plate behind the door was gone, and... the lights in the room had also changed.
Previously, the light tubes in the ceiling emitted soft white light, but now, the light has turned into luminous blue, and its brightness has also dropped very low.
"Is it night..." Seeing this, Brother Jue, who was still a little confused, said to himself, "Or... they found out that I was asleep through a hidden camera, so they turned off the light for me..."
At this time, he no longer thought about things like "you can't fall asleep in the game world", nor about "how much time has passed", nor about "how am I doing in the game cabin"?
.
Human instinct made him adapt...
Adapt to the immediate environment and this unfamiliar "reality".
…………
At some point, the lights came on again.
Feng Bu was awake and thinking, but he didn't open his eyes.
After some time, the baffle on the upper section of the door was removed, and the voice coming from outside the door was different from the voice of the caregiver yesterday: "32, wake up."
Feng Bujue opened his eyes and responded, "Can I go see the doctor?"
After hearing this, the person outside the door was silent for a few seconds and replied: "Your inspection is scheduled for ten o'clock. Now... follow me to wash up."
Brother Jue didn't say anything, he just stood up, stretched his limbs, and waited quietly behind the door.
He heard the sound of the person outside the door pressing the code lock, and then the door opened.
Waiting for him in the corridor were still two caregivers, but today they were both unfamiliar faces.
"Did those two people from yesterday take turns today?" Feng Bujue asked another question when he faced the two people directly.
"It has nothing to do with you." The other party responded coldly, and then grabbed his arm.
Just like yesterday, Feng Bujue was restrained by two burly male caregivers, one on the left and the other on the right, and walked towards his destination...
…………
"Are you still listening to me?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Feng Bujue's ears.
"What?" This sudden change made Brother Jue stunned, and he instinctively responded to these two words.
The next second, he was surprised to find that... he was already sitting in an office.
This office looks spacious, bright, and has windows facing outside, but the windows are equipped with iron bars both inside and outside.
At this time, Feng Bujue had been fixed on a restraint chair. There was a desk in front of him, and sitting across the table from him... was a middle-aged man wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses.
man.
"I just asked you..." After hearing Brother Jue's response, the middle-aged man showed a slightly impatient look, "Did you tell the nurse yesterday... that you wanted to see me?"
"Are you..." Feng Bujue continued, "...are you the doctor in charge of me?"
As he asked questions, he thought to himself: How did I get here? I was clearly still in the corridor just now... Could it be a lack of memory?
"Alas..." A second later, the man across the table sighed, "Yes, I am Dr. Yuan, don't you remember me?"
"Sorry, I think... I don't remember." Feng Bujue replied, "But from now on, I will remember."
"I hope so." Dr. Yuan shook his head, paused for two seconds, and then said, "Then...do you still remember your request to see me?"
"Remember." Feng Bujue looked solemn and continued, "I have many things I want to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Dr. Yuan replied.
"My name, age, admission date, condition... in short, as long as it's about me, the more information the better." Feng Bujue responded quickly.
Before Dr. Yuan could finish his words, he let out a breath from his nose: "32, the question-and-answer process for regular examinations is decided by me... I ask, and you answer, do you understand?"
After Feng Bujue noticed his words, he thought for a while and then replied: "Every time you tell me something about me, I will answer one of your questions... How about that?"
"Are you bargaining with me?" Dr. Yuan's tone immediately took on a hint of threat.
"Doctor." Feng Bujue was not to be outdone. He looked directly into the other person's eyes and continued, "My current mental state... is very, very stable. I am confident... that we can achieve a breakthrough in treatment during this conversation.
.”
"Heh..." Dr. Yuan responded with a half-smile, "Okay...you want to hear it, right? I won't play a question-and-question game with you, you just want to hear what I tell you.
He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Your name is Feng Bujue. You are twenty-four years old. When you were ten years old, you were arrested by the police for a serious wounding incident. After
The consultation and appraisal of many experts... determined that you suffer from severe delusional disorder, and have obvious violent tendencies and a perverted personality; therefore, you were sent here. In the past fourteen years, you
You have imagined that you are a genius young criminal with high IQ, a novelist, a detective, a person with super powers... In short, over the past ten years, your symptoms have shown no signs of abating at all, on the contrary, they have become worse... For example, you have been undergoing regular check-ups in the past few months.
, you began to tell me a story called 'Thriller Paradise', and you... are the protagonist of this story." (To be continued.)
