"No. 3232 is quite cooperative today."
"Hmph... this kid is very cunning, I advise you to be careful."
"That's true... I heard that a temp nearly poked his eye out last week."
"That's lucky... You've been here for a short time, maybe you don't know... Before this kid was isolated in isolation, he once stole a pipe wrench from someone's toolbox while the electrician was repairing things, and then Beat another patient so badly that he almost killed him."
"Hey! So serious?"
"Isn't that right, so... you'd better be careful when dealing with these psychopaths; some of them usually look more gentle than doctors, but once they get mad, they will immediately act like mad dogs... Go up and down and bite you."
While talking, the two nurses tied the 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... mental patients are similar to out-of-control animals, and they don't have to worry about their thoughts or self-esteem at all.
"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 replied, "Why did you even forget this? This is Buckingham Palace, and you are the Prince of England!"
The new employee on the side also laughed when he heard this sentence: "Yes, we are both your servants, this is not... ready to serve you to shave."
When they replied these two sentences, they had already firmly fixed Feng Bujue on the restraint chair.
This chair is made of metal, with leather on the seat and back, and is very wide; at each section of the chair body, there are adjustable restraint straps... Obviously, this design is designed to cope with various body types patient.
"I didn't mean to be joking with you..." Although the two of them didn't give a serious answer, Feng Bujue maintained a calm attitude and said again, "I really want to know where I am and where I am. yes… "
"Baisha Psychiatric Hospital." This time, before he finished asking, the old employee interrupted impatiently, "As for your name... I don't know either; you have been here longer than me. For a long time, I only know that your code name is 3232, other things... You should ask your own deranged 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's finish the work at hand, then After that...you can go back to your room and think about your life slowly."
...
fifteen minutes later...
Feng Bujue didn't do anything unusual 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 proposed to see his attending physician.
But the nurse's answer was: "The doctor is very busy, so I can't see you until the day of the regular checkup."
Brother Jue immediately asked the other party when his next inspection was.
And the answer he got was - "tomorrow".
After this conversation, the two nurses left.
In the small room, Jue Ge was the only one left.
Feng Bujue lay sprawled on the ground, resting his head on his hands, and began to think about the situation in front of him.
First of all, the core question that he needs to figure out the most is whether he is still in the game world.
According to the available information, more than 90% of the answers to this question are... no.
You can open the game menu in the game world, but he can’t open it now; you can force offline in the game world, but he can’t leave now; you can’t take off your pants in the game world, but he took them off very smoothly before.
In addition, what kind of luggage, equipment, skills, soul... He can't use them all; even in terms of physical fitness, he has passed a simple exercise test, and the conclusion is-his current physical fitness is worse than ordinary people, Not even as good as myself in real life.
Of course, there is a 100% chance that he is in some kind of scripted world beyond the usual 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, but in reality, then... can this situation be classified as "time travel"
For example... my soul has come to the "reality" of another universe, he is no longer a projection, but is really 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 doubts and assumptions, there is a worst kind of conjecture that seems reasonable.
—Here, is the real... real world.
As for this hypothesis, Feng Bujue didn't think deeply about it, because he thought... the possibility of this was basically zero.
Anyway, the vast amount of knowledge in Brother Jue's mind, as well as the thinking ability that can only be acquired through training, all exist and can be verified at any time.
All these can prove... At least on the level of consciousness, he is "Feng Bujue", not the "patient 3232" who has been locked up in a mental hospital for many years.
...
Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and there was another knock at the door.
Feng Bujue looked up, and saw someone opened a baffle on the lower part of the door, and brought in a plate of food from the 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 at this moment... when he smelled the aroma of the food, he finally realized... he was really hungry .
"Hmm... Another setting that shouldn't exist in the 'game world'." Feng Bujue murmured thoughtfully as he moved towards the door, "According to this trend of 'getting hungry and thirsty', after a while you will be hungry and thirsty." I might have to go to the toilet."
After thinking about it, he still has to eat...
Because the room was small, Feng Bujue didn't get up at all, he casually turned over, moved on the ground a few times, and came to the back of the door.
When he took a closer look, he found that even the tableware here is of the kind of "suicide-proof" design: the plate containing the food is light green and made of a memory-state material that can be made like rubber. A certain degree of bending, it will deform under pressure, and it will return to its original shape and maintain a certain hardness when there is no external force... If you use this thing as a head, it is estimated that it is no different from using a children's bat to hit it. , not as hard as a human fist.
As for the tableware used for eating...it is neither chopsticks nor knife and fork, but a special "fork and spoon"; People get hurt.
"It's really thoughtful..." Feng Bujue picked up the fork and spoon and muttered again, and then he ate without any hesitation.
Not to mention... The food in this mental hospital is much better than Jue Ge imagined; they didn't feed the patients some cheap, mushy dark food like some film and television works show. Instead, they arranged the same dining standard as the staff—two meat and one vegetarian, with rice and soup.
Soon, Feng Bujue cleaned up everything on the dinner plate, and then he put the plate behind the door, turned his head back and lay down.
"Ah—" After hiccupping with a sense of satisfaction, Brother Jue couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "If this kind of life goes on, it will almost become Ji Chunsheng..." Speaking of Ji Chunsheng, he naturally wants to take it. The line of the family is poor, "Although the conditions here are a bit poor, there is a saying-'Although the cold kiln is broken, it can shelter from the rain, and eating and drinking for nothing is bitter and sweet' ah~ This kind of training will and withstands the test. The opportunity is quite rare... "
...
Feng Bujue fell asleep.
He didn't know how he fell asleep, but most likely it was caused by the tiredness after eating a full meal.
He didn't know how long he had slept, anyway, when he woke up, the dinner plate behind the door had disappeared, and... the lights in the room had also changed.
Previously, the light tubes in the ceiling emitted a soft white light, but now, the light has turned into a luminous blue, and its brightness has also been reduced to a very low level.
"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 considered such things as "I will not fall asleep in the game world", nor did I stop thinking about such things as "how much time has passed", and "what happened to me in the game cabin" up.
Human instinct, let him start to adapt...
Adapt to the immediate environment, adapt to this strange "reality".
...
At some point, the lights came on again.
Feng Buxing was awake and thinking, but he didn't open his eyes.
After a while, the baffle on the upper part of the door was removed, and the voice from outside the door was different from that of the nurse yesterday: "3232, wake up."
Feng Bujue opened his eyes and replied, "Can I go see the doctor?"
The person outside the door was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and replied: "Your inspection is scheduled at ten o'clock, now... come with me to wash up first."
Brother Jue didn't say much, just stood up, stretched his limbs, and waited quietly behind the door.
He heard the sound of someone pressing the combination lock outside the door, and then the door opened.
Waiting for him in the corridor were still two nurses, but today they were both unfamiliar faces.
"Did the two of you take turns off yesterday?" Feng Bujue asked another question when he faced the two of them.
"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 left to right by two burly male nurses, and walked towards the destination...
...
"Are you still listening to me?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Feng Bujue's ears.
"What?" Brother Jue was taken aback by this sudden change, and instinctively responded to these two words.
The next second, he was surprised to find that... he was already sitting in an office.
The office looks spacious, bright, and has windows facing the outside, but iron bars are installed inside and outside the windows.
At this time, Feng Bujue was already fixed on a restraint chair. There was a desk in front of him, and the person sitting next to him... was a middle-aged man in a white coat and black-rimmed 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 want to see me?"
"You are..." Feng Bujue continued, "...you are 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 a memory loss
"Oh..." A second later, the man across the table sighed, "Yes, I am Dr. Yuan, don't you remember me?"
"Sorry, I don't think... I don't remember." Feng Bujue replied, "But from now on, I will remember."
"I hope." Dr. Yuan shook his head, paused for two seconds, and then said, "So... do you still remember that you asked to see me?"
"Remember." Feng Bujue continued with a solemn expression, "I have many things I want to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Doctor Yuan replied.
"My name, age, date of admission, condition... In short, as long as there is information about me, the more the better." Feng Bujue responded quickly.
Before he finished speaking, Dr. Yuan let out a breath from his nose: "3232, the question-and-answer process for regular inspections is determined by me... I ask, you answer, do you understand?"
Feng Bujue observed the words and expressions, thought for a while, and then replied: "Every time you tell me a piece of information about me, I will answer one of your questions... how about it?"
"Are you bargaining with me?" Dr. Yuan's tone was immediately threatening.
"Doctor." Feng Bujue was not to be outdone, he looked straight into the other person's eyes, and continued, "My current mental state...is very, very stable, and I am confident...that I can make a breakthrough in the treatment during this conversation."
"Heh..." Dr. Yuan replied with a half-smile, "Okay... Do you want to hear it? I don't play any question-for-question games with you. You just want to hear what I tell you." Paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Your name is Feng Bujue, you are twenty-four years old this year. When you were ten years old, you were arrested by the police for a serious injury; The consultation and evaluation of the... It is determined that you are suffering from severe delusional disorder, with obvious violent tendencies and sexual personality; thus, you are sent here. In the past fourteen years, you have fantasized about I am a gifted juvenile delinquent with a high IQ, a detective, a detective, and a person with superpowers... In short, over the past ten years, your symptoms have not shown signs of abating at all, on the contrary, they have intensified... For example, during regular checkups in recent months, you started to talk to me Describe a story called 'Thrillerland', and you... are the protagonist of this story."(.)