After finishing lunch, Feng Bujue started walking around in circles in the room.
Since he has nothing to do right now, he takes this kind of "walk" which is basically walking in circles to help digestion.
After walking like this for a while, he remembered something, and then he suddenly put on a painful expression, grabbed his neck with both hands, and fell to the ground twitching.
For the next fifteen minutes, Feng Bujue worked very diligently on the ground pretending to have an epileptic fit. It was not until the sixteenth minute that he put away his slightly exaggerated acting skills and slowly sat up from the ground.
"Well...it seems like there really isn't..." Brother Jue muttered softly after he sat down.
The "no" thing he was talking about at this moment was naturally referring to the surveillance camera.
In fact, Feng Bujue had already considered the camera issue long before this test; the night before, when the lights in the room became very dim, he carefully observed every room in the room.
One inch of the wall, and the result... was that no suspicious light spots were found at all, nor any gaps where a camera might be embedded.
Of course, even so, there is no guarantee that there will be no hidden cameras; Brother Jue also considered that maybe this mental hospital uses super technology similar to that of the SCP Foundation?
However, if you add in the fact that "the nurse will pass by the door every hour and open the flap on the door to take a look inside", as well as the fact that no one paid attention to what he just said, which lasted for fifteen minutes,
The conclusion of the "epilepsy" performance... "without cameras" is basically solid.
"From a certain point of view, it is indeed understandable..." Feng Bujue then continued to read, "In this room, except for toilet paper, there is not even a single thing that can be picked up, and the walls are also cushioned. Ordinary people
It's difficult to commit suicide here successfully. Under this premise, installing surveillance seems a bit wasteful." He paused for half a second, and then said, "Although not installing surveillance may ignore the 'sickness' situation I just had.
, but... I think they don't mind that.
"For the people who work here and their superiors... it is undoubtedly a happy thing for everyone to write 'the patient died suddenly of sudden illness' on the report and attach an autopsy report to the archives.
"Anyway, as long as the report is not 'suicide', their supervisory responsibilities cannot be used as an issue..."
Thinking of this, he showed a smile: "Ha... In other words, as long as I don't show my feet during the symbolic regular patrol, I can do whatever I want here..."
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That afternoon, after Feng Bujue went to the toilet, he began to exercise inexplicably.
The goal he set for himself was to do one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and run ten kilometers in circles around the room every day.
This intense practice was already a piece of cake for Feng Bujue from his original world.
But judging from the physical strength of Feng Bujue in the mental hospital...it was obviously a bit too forced.
However, Brother Jue is a man with an iron will, amazing perseverance and endurance. Even though his body is very weak now, he still gritted his teeth and finished all of this.
And the result after completion was... He was as tired as a grandson and couldn't even stand up.
Just when Brother Jue ran the last meter and lay on the ground gasping for breath, the upper baffle of the door was opened, and a pair of eyes appeared behind the door.
"I said...what are you doing?" Then, the voice of the male caregiver in the morning came from outside the door.
It can be seen from the word "ultimately" in this sentence... This is not the first time he has asked Brother Jue a question.
In fact, during the previous regular inspections, the nurse had noticed something strange about Feng Bujue; because every time he came to the door and looked in... Feng Bujue would immediately stop exercising and rest on the spot.
Breathe heavily...
It doesn't matter if it happens once or twice, but if it happens four or five times throughout the afternoon... the nurse will definitely be a little curious.
However, Feng Bujue's answer was the same every time: "Haah...haah..." Usually, he would start with two heavy breaths, and then repeatedly repeat, "Water...I
I want to drink water... give me water quickly!"
"Tah...wait." The nurse responded with a noncommittal attitude and left immediately.
About seven or eight minutes later, after he completed all his inspections, he pushed a cart with drinking water to the door of Feng Bujue's ward.
"32, your water is here." When the nurse said this, she had already opened the food delivery flap under the door and handed in a paper cup filled with water.
As soon as Feng Bujue saw the water, he immediately jumped up from the ground, picked up the cup and drank. He drank the paper cup that could hold about 300 ml in one breath. After drinking, he wiped his mouth and turned to face the door.
The nurse said: "Excuse me, please have another drink!"
According to hospital regulations, when patients ask for basic daily necessities (such as drinking water, toilet paper, medical help, etc.), they must respond, otherwise it will be regarded as disguised abuse.
Therefore, the nurse could only continue to pour water for Brother Jue outside the door.
Of course, this does not mean that patients' requirements in this regard can be met endlessly; there are also clear regulations on the requirements for "drinking water" and "toilet paper".
For example, water must be given to patients one cup at a time. If they want a second cup, they must finish the first cup and return the cup, and then the nurse will fill the same cup with the second cup.
water.
Regarding toilet paper, the nursing staff must enter the ward to check and confirm that there are less than five toilet paper sheets left in the patient's ward before they are allowed to bring a new roll of toilet paper into the ward; in addition, Baisha Mental Hospital provides
The length of these toilet papers for solitary confinement is less than half of a normal roll...
I believe viewers with better reasoning skills have already figured it out, yes...the restrictions on the above two types of consumables are also set up to prevent prisoners from committing suicide.
Although not everyone can think of a way to commit suicide using water and toilet paper, there are indeed patients who have played "gold paper pasting Buddha's face" (the nickname of an extremely cruel water torture in ancient China) in their own wards.
, and successfully played himself to death...
"You kid...are you there?" the nurse read at the door while putting the second glass of water for Feng Bujue, "I'm warning you...if you get it, put it in the toilet, don't throw it away.
The room was full of…”
"Haha... don't worry, I won't dirty the room." Feng Bujue didn't explain anything to the other party, he just responded with a smile and took the second glass of water.
When drinking this second glass of water, Brother Jue slowed down; it wasn't that he couldn't drink quickly, but mainly because he was afraid of causing an osmotic pressure imbalance...
Then, he asked the nurse for a third glass of water, and after the nurse brought the glass in, he said that this was enough.
So, the nurse left the cup and pushed the cart out of Brother Jue's ward. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind him that dinner time was coming soon and asked Brother Jue not to skip eating because he was full from drinking water.
If Feng Bujue had come here on his first day, he might have thought...the nurse's reminder was out of goodwill; but at this moment, Brother Jue heard a different message from these words.
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The third day, early morning.
Feng Bujue woke up with a burst of pain all over his body.
Many people have experienced this kind of soreness, which usually occurs the day after performing some kind of overload exercise; in sports medicine, this symptom is called "delayed onset muscle soreness".
I personally think that this disease can be given a common name similar to "hangover", such as "hangover" or something...
If we compare life to a role-playing game, then "Sour Acid" is at least a wavelet SS-level monster. Although it is not as powerful as a demon-level existence like "Procrastination", it is undeniable that countless people with unyielding will
Determined players are defeated by it at the intersection of the road to baldness...oh no...to fitness.
Fortunately, Feng Bujue is not one of them.
As a warrior who had defeated "sustained acidity", he had long been mentally prepared for the pain in his body. He had used some kind of psychological suggestion method to transform this feeling into soreness...
"Well... with today's physical condition, it is impossible to complete the exercise target within five hours..." Feng Bujue opened his eyes and thought of this, "So... we have to start now...
"
He did it as soon as he thought of it, turned over and started doing push-ups.
At this moment, even though he was physically very hard, even in pain... he had no intention of giving up, not even the slightest waver.
When his body is saying "No need to do it to such a standard", his spirit is saying "There is no point if you don't do it to the standard"; when his body is saying "It doesn't matter if you do a few less", his spirit is saying
He said "There is no point in doing anything less"; and when his body said "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on if I don't stop"... Feng Bujue just stopped for a while, after all, he couldn't force it...
Just like that, it's time to wash up again.
The two nursing staff outside the door were waiting again. Feng Bujue didn't let them wait any longer. He quickly got ready and followed the two of them out of the ward.
After they went out, they turned right, walked straight along the corridor, and came to a bathroom.
Under the supervision of two caregivers, Feng Bujue took a brush made of special material (the same memory material as his dinner plate and cutlery), finished brushing his teeth, and washed his face with water.
While washing his face, Brother Jue asked in a very casual tone: "How often should I take a shower?"
"Wash every three days." The nurse on his left replied, "Your next bath is tomorrow."
"Oh...then..." Feng Bujue wanted to take advantage of the situation and find out more.
But the nurse interrupted him directly: "After washing up, it's time to have breakfast."
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Light, white light.
In a daze, the white light of the ward appeared in front of Feng Bujue's eyes again.
"Here we go again..." After he regained consciousness, he cursed, "As expected...his meow is broken again..."
While he was chanting, he changed from a lying position to a lying position. Then, he opened his mouth wide and put his hand into his mouth.
After a few seconds of groping, he successfully took out... a small piece of muscle from between his teeth.
"Hmm..." After looking at the handful of food remnants carefully for a while, Feng Bujue muttered, "It's minced pork..." He paused for two seconds and then said, "Then the meat buns probably didn't escape.
."
As he spoke, he lifted up his pants again and looked at the tibia of his left leg.
I don't know when, but two more nail marks appeared on the skin of his calf... The marks were not too serious and would not cause bleeding, but they did hurt the skin and left a short-term injury.
There are no traces that will fade away.
"Are there two kinds..." Feng Bujue thought after seeing the two nail marks, "What are they besides meat buns... Is it something like bun skin that will be dissolved by saliva, or is it
It can't get stuck between the teeth at all..." At this moment, a thought flashed through, "Oh... maybe it's soy milk, tofu pudding or something like that..."
After generally confirming this information, he sat cross-legged and thought: "Today's fragment was broken slightly later than yesterday. Yesterday's memory only went to the corridor, but today it was interrupted when I was ready to have breakfast after washing.
of……
"According to the principle of 'from big to small' and 'from dry to thin' that I formulated in the morning, I must have eaten the buns first and then drank something.
"Considering the process of making steamed buns, it is obviously inconvenient to add medicine during production; but it is too obvious to sprinkle it directly on the skin of steamed buns after making it...you can eat it.
"Therefore, preliminary inference... at least today's 'medicine' is downloaded into soy milk or bean curd."
While thinking about this, Feng Bujue stood up from the ground and started doing squats.
"So... to summarize..." Brother Jue also wanted to use his brain to distract himself so that he would not care so much about the strong soreness in his leg muscles. "There is a memory-suppressing drug in breakfast every day, which can cause a certain amount of pain before and after taking the drug."
The memory within the time period disappears; there seems to be a trace amount of marijuana in the lunch, in a sense... is it a welfare? Finally, sleeping pills are added to the dinner, which will make the patient fall asleep before 'lights out' and sleep until 'lights out'
Light' wakes up one to two hours before."
"Huh..." He adjusted his breathing and thought again, "Lunch and dinner are easy to handle. It won't take long for me to test which category of food they put the drug in. The problem is that breakfast...
…I have to try to cooperate with my 'self at that time' in order to find out the truth in this blind spot of memory." (To be continued.)
