Chapter 1170 Crazy. Unconscious (V)

After finishing lunch, Feng Bujue walked around in circles in the room.

Since he has nothing to do right now, he takes this kind of "walk" that basically means running in circles to help digestion.

After walking like this for a while, he suddenly remembered something... At that second, he suddenly put on a painful expression, grabbed his own neck with both hands, twitched and fell to the ground.

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 everyone 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-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", and the fact that no one paid attention to what he just said lasted for fifteen minutes, The conclusion of the "epilepsy" performance... "no cameras" is basically solid.

"From a certain point of view, it is indeed understandable..." Feng Bujue said immediately, "In this room, except for toilet paper, there is not even a single thing that can be picked up, and the walls are all cushioned. Ordinary people It's difficult to commit suicide here. Under this premise, it seems a bit wasteful to install surveillance." He paused for half a second, and then said, "Although not installing surveillance may ignore the 'sickness' situation I just had. , but... I guess they don't mind that.

"For the people who work here and their superiors... it is undoubtedly a happy thing for everyone to be able 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 weakness 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.

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Just when Brother Jue ran the last meter and lay on the ground gasping for breath, the upper panel 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 Feng Bujue's abnormality; 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: "Haaah...haaah..." Usually, he would start with two heavy breaths, and then repeatedly repeat, "Water...I I want to drink water... give me some water!"

"Tch...wait." The nurse responded with a noncommittal attitude, and then left.

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.

"3232, 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 considered abuse in disguise.

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 - patients must be given one cup of drinking water at a time. If they want a second cup, they must finish the first cup of water and return the cup. Then the nurse will fill the second cup with water.

The rules on toilet paper are even stricter - the nurse must enter the ward, check and confirm that there are less than five sheets of toilet paper in the patient's ward, and then they are allowed to take a new roll of toilet paper into the ward; in addition, the length of toilet paper provided by Baisha Psychiatric Hospital to these solitary confinement patients is less than half of a normal roll...

I believe that viewers with better reasoning ability have already seen that, yes... the above two restrictions on consumables are also set up to prevent prisoners from committing suicide.

Although not everyone can think of using water and toilet paper to commit suicide, there are indeed patients who have played "Golden Paper Buddha Face" (an extremely cruel water torture in ancient China) in their own wards, and successfully killed themselves...

"You kid... are you doing that?" The nurse said at the door when she was pouring the second glass of water for Feng Bujue, "I warn you... if you want to do it, do it in the toilet, don't splash it all over the room..."

"Hehe... Don't worry, I won't dirty the room." Feng Bujue didn't want to explain anything to the other party, just smiled and responded, and took the second glass of water.

When drinking this second glass of water, Brother Jue obviously slowed down; it's not that he can't drink quickly, but mainly because he is afraid of drinking an osmotic pressure imbalance...

Then, he asked the nurse for a third glass of water, and after the other party handed the glass of water in, he said that this glass was enough.

So, the nurse left the cup and pushed the cart out of Jue Ge's ward; before leaving, he did not forget to remind Jue Ge that "dinner time is coming soon" so that Jue Ge would not be unable to eat because he was full of water.

If Feng Bujue had come here on the first day, he might have thought that... the nurse's reminder was out of goodwill; but at this moment, Jue Ge heard a different message from this sentence.

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On the third day, early morning.

Feng Bujue woke up with a soreness all over his body.

Many people have experienced this kind of soreness, which usually occurs the day after doing 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 acid" or something like that...

If we compare life to a role-playing game, then "hangover acid" is at least a small boss-level monster. Although it is not as powerful as the demon-level existence of "procrastination", it is undeniable that countless players with weak wills are defeated by it at the intersection of the road to baldness... oh no... the road to fitness.

Fortunately, Feng Bujue is not one of them.

As a warrior who has defeated "hangover acid", he has long been mentally prepared for this body of pain. He has used some kind of psychological suggestion method to transform this feeling into sourness...

"Well... today's physical condition, it is impossible to complete the exercise indicators 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, and turned over and did push-ups.

At this moment, even though he was very hard on **, it could even be said to be painful...but he had no intention of giving up at all, and he didn't even waver at all.

When his body said "no need to do it so standardly", his mind said "no point in not doing it standardly"; when his body said "it doesn't matter if you do a few less", his mind said "no point in doing one less"; and when his body said "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on if I don't stop"... Feng Bujue stopped to rest for a while, after all, he couldn't force it...

Just like that, unknowingly, it was time to wash up again.

The two nurses outside the door were waiting, and Feng Bujue didn't let them wait any longer. He quickly made preparations and followed the two out of the ward.

After they went out, they turned right and walked straight along the corridor to a bathroom.

Under the supervision of the two nurses, Feng Bujue brushed his teeth with a toothbrush made of special materials (the same memory material as his plates and tableware), and then washed his face with clean water.

While washing his face, Jue Ge asked in a casual tone: "How often do I take a shower?"

"Every three days." The nurse on his left replied, "Your next shower is tomorrow."

"Oh...so..." Feng Bujue wanted to find out something else.

But the nurse interrupted him directly: "After washing, it's time to have breakfast."

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Light, white light.

In a trance, the white light of the ward appeared in front of Feng Bujue's eyes again.

"Here it comes again..." After he regained consciousness, he cursed, "Sure enough...I lost my memory again..."

While he was muttering, he changed from lying to sitting, and then he opened his mouth and put his hand into his mouth.

After a few seconds of groping, he successfully took out...a small handful of meat tendons from his teeth.

"Hmm..." After carefully examining the food residue for a while, Feng Bujue said, "Minced pork..." He paused for two seconds and then said, "It should be meat buns."

As he spoke, he lifted up his trouser legs and looked at the shin of his left leg.

He didn't know when, but two nail marks appeared on the skin of his calf... The marks were not too serious and did not cause bleeding, but they did hurt the skin and left two marks that would not fade in a short time.

"Two kinds, right..." Feng Bujue thought to himself after seeing the two nail marks, "What else is it besides the meat buns... Is it something like the bun skin that will be dissolved by saliva, or something that can't be stuck in the teeth..." At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind, "Oh... It may be liquid food such as soy milk and tofu pudding..."

After confirming this information, he sat cross-legged and thought: "Today's blackout point is a little later than yesterday. Yesterday's memory only reached the corridor, but today it was interrupted when I was about to have breakfast after washing up...

"According to the principles of 'from big to small' and 'from dry to liquid' that I formulated in the morning, I must have eaten the buns first and then drank something.

"Considering the production process of buns, it is obviously not convenient to add drugs during production; and the method of sprinkling them directly on the bun skin after production is too obvious... you can even taste it when you eat it.

"Therefore, the preliminary inference is... at least today's "drug" is in soy milk or tofu pudding."

While thinking about this, Feng Bujue has stood up from the ground and started doing squats.

"So... to sum up..." Brother Jue also wanted to distract himself by thinking, so that he would not care so much about the strong soreness of his leg muscles. "There is a drug that suppresses memory in breakfast every day, which can cause memory loss within a certain period of time before and after taking the drug; there seems to be a trace amount of marijuana in lunch, in a sense... is it a benefit... Finally, sleeping pills are added to dinner, which will make the patient fall asleep before "lights out" and wake up one to two hours before "lights on". "

"Huh..." He adjusted his breathing and thought, "Lunch and dinner are easy. It won't take long for me to test which category of food they put the drugs in. The problem lies in breakfast... I must try to cooperate with 'myself at that time' to find out the truth in this blind spot of memory." (To be continued.)