After lunch, Feng Bujue started to walk around the room.
Since he doesn't have much to do now, he uses this kind of "walking" which is basically circling in circles to help his 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 convulsively.
For the next fifteen minutes, Feng Bujue dedicated himself to pretending to have an epileptic seizure on the ground. It wasn't until the sixteenth minute that he put away his exaggerated acting skills and slowly sat up from the ground.
"Well, it seems that there is no such thing," Brother Jue muttered softly after sitting down.
The "no" thing he said at the moment was naturally the surveillance camera.
In fact, Feng Bujue had already considered the issue of the camera before this trial. The night before, when the lights in the room became very dim, he carefully observed every inch of the entire room. As a result, no suspicious light spots were found on the wall, and no gaps that might be embedded in the camera were found.
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 the Foundation
However, if you add the situation that "the nurse will pass by the door every hour and open the door to take a look in", and the fact that no one cared about him lasted for fifteen minutes just now The conclusion that "Sheep Epilepsy" performed "without a camera" can basically be confirmed.
"From a certain point of view, it is indeed understandable." Feng Bujue then read again, "In this room, apart from toilet paper, there is not even a single thing that can be picked up, and the walls are also cushioned. It is difficult for ordinary people. He successfully committed 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 condition of my illness just now, but I think They don't mind it.
"For the people who work here and their superiors, it is undoubtedly a happy thing for the report to write that the patient suddenly died of a sudden disease and attach an autopsy report for filing.
"Anyway, as long as the report is not a suicide, we can't take their supervisory responsibility as an issue."
Thinking of this, he showed a smile: "Oh, that is to say, as long as I don't show my feet during the symbolic regular patrol, I can do whatever I want here."
That afternoon, after Feng Bujue went to the bathroom, he started exercising inexplicably.
The goal he set for himself is to do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10 kilometers in circles around the room every day.
This intensity of practice was already a piece of cake for Feng Bujue in the original world.
But considering the physical strength of Feng Bujue in the mental hospital, it is obviously a bit too reluctant.
However, Brother Jue is a man with iron will, amazing perseverance and endurance. Although his body is very weak now, he still gritted his teeth and finished all these.
The result after the completion was that he was as tired as a grandson, unable to stand up.
squeak
Just when Brother Jue finished the last meter and lay down on the ground gasping for breath, the baffle on the upper part of the door was pulled open, and a pair of eyes appeared behind the door.
"I said, what are you doing?" Then, the voice of the male nurse in the morning came in from outside the door.
From the word "exactly" in this sentence, it can be seen that this is not the first time he has asked Brother Jue a question.
In fact, during the previous regular inspections, the nurse had already noticed something unusual about Feng Bujue, because every time he came to the door to look inside, Feng Bujue would immediately stop exercising, rest where he was, and pant heavily
It's okay to do it once or twice, but it happened four or five times throughout the afternoon, so the nurse must be a little curious.
However, Feng Bujue's answer is the same every time: "Hahaha!" Usually, he will start with two heavy breaths, and then repeat repeatedly, "I want to drink water, give me water quickly!" water!"
"Just wait." The nurse responded with a noncommittal attitude, and then left.
About seven or eight minutes later, after he finished all his inspections, he pushed a trolley for drinking water to the door of Feng Bujue's ward.
"3232, your water is here." When the nurse said this, he had already opened the food delivery flap under the door, and handed in a paper cup full of water.
As soon as Feng Bujue saw the water, he immediately jumped up from the ground, picked up the cup and drank it, and drank the paper cup that can hold about 300ml in one breath. After drinking, he wiped his mouth and turned to the nurse outside the door. Said: "Excuse me, have another drink!"
According to the hospital's regulations, when patients ask for basic 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, it does not mean that patients' demands 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 glass at a time. If you want a second glass, you must drink the previous glass and return the glass, and then the nurse will fill up the second glass in the same glass. water.
As for the regulations on toilet paper, nurses must enter the ward, check and confirm that there are less than five toilet paper left in the patient's ward before allowing them to take a new roll of toilet paper into the ward. In addition, Baisha Mental Hospital provides these Toilet paper for solitary confinement patients is less than half the length of a normal roll
The viewers who believe that the reasoning ability is relatively good have already seen that it is true that the restrictions on the above two consumables are also set up to prevent prisoners from committing suicide.
Although not everyone can think of a way to commit suicide by using water and toilet paper, there are indeed patients who have played "golden paper paste Buddha face" in their wards, an elegant name for an extremely cruel waterboarding in ancient China, and successfully play yourself to death
"Are you there, kid?" The nurse read at the door when putting the second glass of water for Feng Bujue, "I warn you to get it into the toilet, and don't throw it everywhere in the room. yes"
"Hehe, don't worry, I won't dirty the room." Feng Bujue didn't explain anything to the other party, but just responded with a smile, and took the second glass of water.
When drinking the second glass of water, Brother Jue slowed down, not because he couldn’t drink fast, but mainly because he was afraid that the osmotic pressure would be unbalanced.
Then, he asked the nurse for a third glass of water, and after the other party brought the water 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 he left, he didn't forget to remind him that it was almost time for dinner, so that Brother Jue wouldn't skip meals because he was full of water.
If it was the first day for Feng Bujue to come here, he might still think that the nurse's reminder was out of good intentions, but at this moment, Brother Jue heard a different message from this sentence.
On the third day, in the early morning.
Feng Bujue woke up with a burst of soreness all over his body.
This kind of soreness has been experienced by many people. It usually appears the day after some kind of overloaded exercise. In sports medicine, this symptom is called "delayed onset muscle soreness syndrome".
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 "acid acid" is at least a small-level monster. Although it is not as powerful as "procrastination" as a demon-level existence, it is undeniable that countless wills are not firm. of players are defeated by it at the intersection of the road to baldness and fitness.
Fortunately, Feng Bujue is not one of them.
As a warrior who has overcome the "soreness", he has long been mentally prepared for the soreness in his body. He has used some kind of psychological suggestion to transform this feeling into sourness
"Well, with today's physical condition, it is impossible to complete the exercise target within five hours." Feng Bujue opened his eyes, thinking of this, "So we have to start now."
He did it as soon as he thought of it, turning over and doing push-ups.
At this moment, even though he was working hard on the body, it could even be said to be painful, but he had no intention of giving up at all, and he didn't even waver in the slightest.
When his body is saying "you don't need to be so standard", his spirit is saying "it's meaningless if you don't do it." When his body is saying "it doesn't matter if you do less", his spirit is saying "It's meaningless to do one less" and when his body said "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it if I don't stop", Feng Bujue stopped for a while, after all, he can't force it
That's it, it's wash time again.
The two nurses outside the door were waiting again, Feng Bujue didn't make them wait any longer, he quickly made preparations and followed them out of the ward.
They turned right after going out, walked straight along the corridor, and came to a bathroom.
Under the supervision of two nurses, Feng Bujue finished brushing his teeth with a special memory brush made of the same memory material as his dinner plate, and washed his face with clean water.
While washing his face, Brother Jue asked in a very casual tone: "How often should I take a bath?"
"Wash every three days." The nurse on his left replied, "Your next bath will be tomorrow."
"Oh then..." Feng Bujue originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to inquire about something.
But the nurse interrupted him directly: "After washing, it's time to have breakfast."
Light, white light.
In a daze, Feng Bujue saw the white light of the ward again.
"Here it comes again." After regaining consciousness, he cursed, "As expected, there's another fragment of his meow."
While muttering, he changed from a prone position to a lying position, and then, he opened his mouth wide and put his hand into his mouth.
After a few seconds of groping, he managed to take out a handful of tendons from between his teeth.
"Yeah." After looking at the pile of food scraps carefully for a while, Feng Bujue said, "Pork ground meat." He paused for two seconds, and then said, "It should be that the meat buns haven't escaped."
As he spoke, he lifted his trousers again and looked at the shin of his left leg.
I don't know when, there were two more fingernail marks 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 scar that would not last for a short time. Traces that won't fade.
"Two kinds?" After seeing the two nail marks, Feng Bujue thought, "What are they other than meat buns? Is it something like bun skin that will be dissolved by saliva, or it can't get stuck at all?" Between the teeth" At this moment, a thought flashed, "Oh, maybe it's something like soy milk or bean curd"
After roughly confirming the information, he sat cross-legged, and then thought: "The point of fragmentation today is a little later than yesterday. Yesterday's memory only went to the corridor, but today it was interrupted when I was going to have breakfast after washing. of
"According to the principle I drew up in the morning from big to small, from dry to thin, I must have eaten the buns first, and then drank something.
"Considering the production process of steamed stuffed buns, it is obviously not convenient to add medicine during production, but to sprinkle it directly on the steamed stuffed bun skin after making it is too obvious that you can eat it.
"Therefore, it is preliminarily inferred that at least today's medicine is contained in soy milk or bean curd."
While thinking about this, Feng Bujue stood up from the ground and squatted by the way.
"Let's sum it up." Brother Jue also wants to use his brain to distract himself, so that he doesn't care so much about the strong soreness of the leg muscles. "There is a drug that suppresses memory in breakfast every day, which can cause memory within a certain period of time before and after taking the drug. Disappearance Lunch seems to contain a small amount of marijuana, is it a benefit in a sense? Finally, a sleeping pill is added to dinner, which will make the patient fall asleep before the lights are turned off, and sleep until he wakes up an hour or two before the lights are turned on."
"Huh" he adjusted his breathing, and thought again, "Lunch and dinner are easy to handle. It doesn't take long for me to test which category of food they put the drug in. The problem is that I have to find a way to Only by cooperating with myself at that time can I find out the truth in this memory blind zone."
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