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Text Chapter 1170 Crazy. Unconscious (5)

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

    Since he has nothing to do now, he takes this kind of "walk" that is basically like walking in circles to help digestion.

    After walking like this for a while, he remembered something. Then, he suddenly put on a painful expression, pinched his neck with both hands, and fell to the ground twitching.

    For the next fifteen minutes, Feng Bujue worked very hard 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.

    "Wellit seems like there really isn't one" Brother Jue muttered softly after he sat down.

    What he said at this moment "nothing" was naturally 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", 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 successfully. Under this premise, installing surveillance seems a bit wasteful." He paused for half a second, then continued, "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 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 does not indicate 'suicide', their supervisory responsibilities cannot be used as an issue"

    Thinking of this, he showed a smile: "Huh 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 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run in circles around the room for 10 kilometers 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 hospitalit was obviously a bit too forced.

    However, Brother Jue is a man with an iron will, amazing perseverance and endurance. Although 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 saidwhat on earth are you doing?" Then, the voice of the male caregiver came in from outside the door in the morning.

    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

    Once or twice is fine, but if it happens four or five times throughout the afternoon the nurse will definitely be a little curious.

    However, the answer given by Feng Bujue was the same every time: "Haaahhaaah" Usually, he would start with two heavy breaths, and then repeatedly repeat, "WaterI  I want to drink watergive me water quickly!"

    "Tahwait." The nurse responded with a noncommittal attitude and left immediately.

    About seven or eight minutes later, when 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." the nurse said.While talking, the food delivery flap under the door had already been opened and a paper cup filled with water was handed in.

    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 drink the first cup and return the cup, and then the nurse will fill the same cup with the second cup.  water.

    As for toilet paper regulations, nursing staff must enter the ward to check and confirm that there are less than five pieces of toilet paper 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, yesthe 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 kidare you there?" the nurse read at the door while putting the second glass of water for Feng Bujue, "I'm warning youif you 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 he drank the second glass of water, Brother Jue slowed down; it wasn¡¯t that he couldn¡¯t drink quickly, it was mainly because he was afraid of causing an osmotic imbalance

    Then, he asked the nurse for a third glass of water, and after the other person 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 leaving, he did not forget to remind him that dinner time was coming soon, so that Brother Jue would not skip a meal because he was full from drinking water.

    If Feng Bujue had come here on his first day, he might have thoughtthe 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 in the morning.

    Feng Bujue woke up with a burst of pain throughout 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 baldnessoh noto fitness.

    Fortunately, Feng Bujue is not one of them.

    As a warrior who has defeated "sustained acidity", he has long been mentally prepared for the pain in his body. He has used some kind of psychological suggestion method 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 and thought of this, "So we have to start now  "

    He did it as soon as he thought of it. He turned over and started doing push-ups.

    At this moment, even though it was very hard on him physically, it could even be said to be painful But 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 stopped and rested for a while.You can't do it forcefully

    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.

    They turned right after going out, 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?"

    "Once every three days," the nurse on his left replied, "Your next bath will be 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 expectedhis cat 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 must have escaped.  .¡±

    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 them for a short time.  There are no traces of guilt that will fade away.

    "Are there two kinds" Feng Bujue thought after seeing the two nail marks, "What are they besides the meat buns Is it something like the skin of the bun 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 ¡®from big to small¡¯ and ¡®from dry to thin¡¯ principles 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 ityou can eat it.

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

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

    "Soto 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 'myself at that time' in order to find out the truth in this memory blind spot." (To be continued.)
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