Chapter 1167 Crazy.Unconscious (Part 2)

"No. 3232 is quite cooperative today."

"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 lucky... You've been here for a short time, so you may not know... Before this kid was isolated, he took advantage of the electrician's repair and stole the pipe clamp from the tool box, and then beat another patient to a bloody pulp, almost killing him."

"Wow! So serious?"

"That's right... So... When dealing with these psychopaths, you'd better be careful; some of them look more gentle than doctors on weekdays, but once they go crazy, they will immediately pounce on you like mad dogs and bite you to death."

The two nurses talked while tying the restraints on Feng Bujue on the chair.

The two of them talked about this in front of Brother Jue, and didn't care; because in their opinion... mental patients are similar to out-of-control animals, and there is no need to consider their thoughts or self-esteem.

"You two..." After a few seconds, 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 replied, "How could you forget this? This is Buckingham Palace, and you are a British prince!"

The new employee on the side also laughed when he heard this: "Yes, we are both your slaves, and we are... preparing to serve you to shave."

When they replied these two sentences, Feng Bujue had already been firmly fixed on the restraint chair.

This chair is made of metal, with leather on the seat and backrest, and it is very wide; each section of the chair body is equipped with adjustable restraints... Obviously, this design is to cope with patients of various sizes.

"I'm not kidding you..." Although the two didn't give a serious answer, Feng Bujue still kept his calm and spoke again, "I really want to know where I am and who I am..."

"Baisha Mental Hospital." This time, before he finished asking, the old employee interrupted him impatiently, "As for your name... I don't know; you've been here longer than me, I only know your code name is 3232, and the rest... you should ask your disordered brain."

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, and then... you can go back to your room and think about your life slowly."

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Fifteen minutes later...

Feng Bujue didn't make any abnormal movements during the shaving process, so the two nurses helped him shave 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 replied: "The doctor is very busy. You can't see him until the regular checkup."

Brother Jue then asked the other party when his next checkup would be.

And the answer he got was - "tomorrow".

After this conversation, the two nurses left.

In the small room, Brother Jue was the only one left.

Feng Bujue lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, resting his head with his hands, and began to ponder the situation in front of him.

First of all, the most important and core question he needed to figure out was - whether he was still in the game world.

And according to the existing information, the answer to this question was more than 90%... not.

In the game world, the game menu can be opened, but he can't open it now; in the game world, he can be forced to go offline, but he can't leave now; in the game world, he can't take off his pants, but he took them off smoothly before.

In addition, he couldn't use any of his luggage, equipment, skills, soul will...even in terms of physical fitness, he had passed a simple exercise test, and the conclusion was - his current physical fitness was worse than that of ordinary people, even worse than himself in real life.

Of course, there is a 10% possibility that he is in a script world that transcends the general connection form.

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 "crossing"?

For example... his soul has come to the "reality" of another universe, and he is no longer a projection, but is actually controlling the state of a certain body.

If this hypothesis is true, then he has to face the third question - how can he return to his own world?

Finally, in addition to all these questions and assumptions, there is also a worst, but seemingly reasonable conjecture.

- Here is the real... real world.

As for this hypothesis, Feng Bujue did not think deeply about it, because he thought... this possibility is basically zero.

After all, the large amount of knowledge in Brother Jue's mind, and the thinking ability that can only be obtained through training, are all real 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. 3232" 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, "Following 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 needs 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 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. It will return to its original shape and maintain a certain hardness when no external force is applied... 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 that it 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 injure people.

"You are indeed very 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 don't feed patients cheap, mushy dark food like some movies and TV shows show. Instead, they arranged the same dining standards as the employees-two meat and one vegetable, 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 giving a very satisfying burp, 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 I would like to quote someone else's line, "Although the conditions here are a bit bad, there is a saying - 'Although the cold kiln is broken, it can shelter from the rain, and eating and drinking for free is bitter but sweet'~ This kind of training of will , the opportunity to stand the test is also quite rare..."

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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. Anyway, 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 won't fall asleep in the game world", nor did he think about things like "how much time has passed" or "how am I doing in the game cabin?" .

Human instinct made him adapt...

Adapt to the immediate environment and this unfamiliar "reality".

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At some point, the lights came back on.

Feng Bu was awake and thinking, but he didn't open his eyes.

After some time, the baffle on the upper part of the door was removed, and the voice coming from outside the door was different from the voice of the nurse yesterday: "3232, 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?" When Feng Bujue faced the two people directly, he asked another question.

"It has nothing to do with you." The other party responded coldly, and then grabbed his arm.

Just like yesterday, Feng Bujue was restrained from the left and right by two burly male caregivers, and walked towards his destination...

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"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 and bright, and has windows facing outside, but the windows are equipped with iron bars both inside and outside.

At this time, Feng Bujue was fixed on a restraint chair. There was a desk in front of him. Sitting across the desk from him was... a middle-aged man in a white coat and black-framed glasses.

"I just asked you..." After hearing Brother Jue's response, the middle-aged man showed a little impatient expression, "Did you tell the nurse yesterday... that you wanted to see me?"

"You are..." Feng Bujue continued, "...Are you the doctor in charge of me?"

As he asked the question, he thought to himself: How did I get here? I was clearly still in the corridor just now... Could it be that I have lost my memory?

"Ah..." A second later, the man across the table sighed, "Yes, I'm Doctor 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." Doctor Yuan shook his head, paused for two seconds, and then said, "So... do you still remember that you asked to see me?"

"I remember." Feng Bujue looked solemn, and continued, "I have a lot of things to ask you."

"What are they?" Doctor Yuan replied.

"My name, age, date of admission, condition... In short, as long as it is information about me, the more the better." Feng Bujue responded quickly.

Before he could finish his words, Dr. Yuan exhaled from his nose: "3232, the Q&A process for regular checkups is determined by me... I ask, you answer, understand?"

Feng Bujue observed his expression, thought for a moment, and replied: "For every piece of information you tell me about me, I will answer one of your questions... How about it?"

"Are you bargaining with me?" Dr. Yuan's tone immediately added a hint of threat.

"Doctor." Feng Bujue was not to be outdone. He looked directly into the other's eyes and continued, "My current mental state... is very, very stable. I am confident... that I can make a breakthrough in the treatment during this conversation."

"Heh..." Doctor Yuan replied with a half-smile, "Okay... You want to hear it, right? I won't play any one-question-for-one game with you. Just tell me what you want to hear." He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Your name is Feng Bujue, and you are 24 years old this year. When you were 10 years old, you were arrested by the police for a serious injury incident. After consultation and appraisal by many experts... it was determined that you suffer from severe delusional disorder, with obvious violent tendencies and a violent personality; so you were sent here. In the past 14 years, you have imagined yourself as a genius juvenile criminal with high IQ, a novelist, a detective, a person with super powers... In short, in the past ten years, your symptoms have not shown any signs of alleviation, but have become more and more severe... For example, during the regular check-ups in the past few months, you began to tell me a story called "Horror Paradise", and you... are the protagonist of this story." (To be continued.)