"Number 3232 seems to be quite cooperative today."
"Hmph … This kid is very cunning. I advise you to be careful."
"That's true … I heard that last week, a temporary worker was almost blinded by him."
"That's already quite lucky … You've only been here for a short time, so you might not know this, but before this kid was isolated, he once stole the wrench from the electrician's toolbox while the electrician was fixing something. Then, he beat up another patient until his head bled. He almost killed the man."
"Whoa! That serious? "
"That's right. That's why … you better be careful when dealing with these lunatics. Some of them look more gentle than doctors on normal days, but once they go crazy, they'll pounce on you like mad dogs … and bite you to death."
As the two hospital workers talked, they tied Feng Bujue's restraints on the chair.
The two of them were talking about this in front of Brother Jue, but they didn't mind. From their point of view, mental patients were no different from animals that had gone out of control. There was no need to care about their thoughts or self-esteem.
"Excuse me …" A few seconds later, Feng Bujue joined the conversation. "Can you tell me …" He paused for half a second and asked, "Where am I? Who am I? "
"Ha!" After hearing these words, the nurse, who sounded like an old employee, laughed dryly and replied, "How could you forget this? This is Buckingham Palace, and you are the Prince of England! "
When the new employee heard this, he laughed as well. "Yes, we are both your servants. See … we are just about to shave you."
When they replied, they had already secured Feng Bujue firmly on the chair.
The chair was made of metal, and the back of the chair was covered with leather. It was very wide, and there were adjustable restraining straps on each section of the chair. It was obvious that the chair was designed to accommodate patients of all shapes and sizes.
"I'm not joking with you …" Even though the two of them did not give a serious answer, Feng Bujue still maintained his calm and spoke again. "I really want to know where I am and who I am …"
"White Sand Mental Hospital." This time, before he could finish his question, the senior employee interrupted him impatiently. "As for your name … I don't know. You've been here longer than I have. I only know that your code name is 3232. As for the rest … you'd better ask your deranged brain."
At this point, he paused for two seconds. Then, he picked up an electric shaver from the tool table in front of the chair and said, "Now, I suggest you sit there and don't move … Let us finish the work at hand. After that … you can go back to your room and slowly think about your life."
…
Fifteen minutes later …
Feng Bujue didn't do anything out of the ordinary during the shaving process, so the two nurses smoothly finished shaving his beard and sent him back to the ward.
On the way back to the ward, Feng Bujue requested to see his attending physician.
However, the nurse's reply was, "The doctor is very busy. He can only see you on the day of the regular checkup."
Brother Jue then asked 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 left alone.
Feng Bujue lay on the ground with his limbs spread out. He used his hands as a pillow and started to think about the situation before him.
First of all, the most important question he needed to figure out was whether or not he was still in the game world.
Based on the information he had, there was a ninety percent chance that the answer to this question was … no.
In the game world, he could open the game menu, but he couldn't. In the game world, he could force himself to go offline, but he couldn't. In the game world, he couldn't take off his pants, but he could.
Other than that, he couldn't use his inventory, equipment, skills, Soul's Eye … He couldn't even use them. Even in terms of physical fitness, he had done a simple exercise test. The conclusion was that his current physical fitness was worse than a normal person's, even worse than himself in real life.
Of course, there was a ten percent chance that he was in some kind of scenario that was beyond the normal connection.
However, so far, Feng Bujue hadn't found any evidence to support this hypothesis.
Therefore, he started to think about the second question. Assuming that he was not in the game world but in real life, then … could this situation be categorized as' transmigration '?
For example … his soul had arrived in the 'real life' of another universe. He was no longer a projection but a real body in control.
If this hypothesis was true, then he had to face the third question — how could he return to his own world?
Finally, above all these doubts and suppositions, there was the worst, but also the most reasonable, conjecture.
This was the real … real world.
Regarding this hypothesis, Feng Bujue didn't think too much about it because he believed … the possibility of this was basically zero.
No matter what, the large amount of knowledge in Brother Jue's mind and the thinking ability that could only be obtained through training were all real and could be verified at any time.
All of this could prove that … at least on a conscious level, he was' Feng Bujue 'and not' Patient 3232 'who had been locked up in the mental hospital for many years.
…
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and there was another sound coming from the door.
Feng Bujue raised his head to look and saw someone open a panel at the bottom of the door and send in a plate of food from outside.
"It's time to eat." The next second, the voice of the old nurse came from outside the door again.
Earlier, because he had been too focused on thinking about other things, Feng Bujue had neglected his physiological needs, but now … when he smelled the delicious smell of food, he realized in hindsight that … he was indeed quite hungry.
"Hmm … another setting that shouldn't exist in the 'game world'." As Feng Bujue moved toward the door, he mumbled to himself, "Based on this trend of 'hunger and thirst', I might need to go to the toilet later."
Thinking about it was one thing, but he still needed to eat.
As the room was very small, Feng Bujue didn't even bother to get up. He casually turned over and moved a few times on the ground before he arrived behind the door.
When he got closer, he realized that even the tableware here was designed to prevent suicide. The plate that held the food was light green in color and was made of a memory material. This material could be bent to a certain extent like rubber, and it would deform under pressure. When there was no external force acting on it, it would return to its original shape and maintain a certain degree of hardness. If this thing was used to hit the head, it would be no different from hitting the head with a child's baseball bat. It would be harder than a human's fist.
As for the tableware used for eating … it was neither chopsticks nor knives and forks, but a special 'fork and spoon'. Its color and material were the same as the plate, and in terms of hardness … it was definitely harder than the food, but it wasn't enough to hurt people.
"That's very thoughtful …" Feng Bujue picked up the fork and spoon and muttered. Then, he started eating without hesitation.
But then again … the food at this asylum was much better than Brother Jue had expected. They did not feed the patients some cheap, mushy dark cuisine like in some movies and TV shows. Instead, they arranged for the patients to have the same standard of meals as the employees — two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, rice and soup.
Soon, Feng Bujue finished all the food on the plate. Then, he placed the plate behind the door and lay down on his back.
"Ah …" After a satisfying burp, Brother Jue couldn't help but lament, "If this continues, I'll become Ji Chunsheng …" Speaking of Ji Chunsheng, he had to make fun of Ji Chunsheng. "Although the conditions here are a little bad, there's a saying that goes, 'Although the cold cave is broken, it can shelter you from the rain. Eating and drinking for free is also sweet.' This kind of opportunity to train one's will and go through trials is quite rare …"
…
Feng Bujue fell asleep.
He didn't know how he fell asleep, but it was most likely due to tiredness after a full meal.
He didn't know how long he had slept either. When he woke up, the plate behind the door was gone, and … the light in the room had changed.
Before this, the light in the ceiling was emitting a soft white light. Now, the light was blue, and the brightness was very low.
"Is it already night time?" Seeing this, Brother Jue, who was still drowsy, mumbled to himself. "Or … did they find out I was asleep through a hidden camera, so they switched off the light for me?"
At this point, he didn't think about the fact that he couldn't fall asleep in the game world, nor did he think about how much time had passed, or how he was in the game capsule.
His human instincts allowed him to adapt.
He adapted to the environment in front of him, to the unfamiliar "reality."
…
At some point, the light came back on.
Feng Bujue was awake. He thought about it, but he didn't open his eyes.
After a while, the partition above the door moved away. A voice came from outside the door. It was different from the voice of the nurse from yesterday, "3232, wake up."
Feng Bujue opened his eyes and responded, "Can I see the doctor now?"
After the person outside the door heard this, he went silent for a few seconds and replied, "Your checkup is scheduled for ten o 'clock. Now … come with me to wash up."
Brother Jue didn't say much. He just stood up, stretched his limbs, and waited quietly behind the door.
He heard the sound of the person outside the door entering the combination lock. Then, the door opened.
There were still two nurses waiting for him in the corridor, but today, both of them were unfamiliar faces.
When Feng Bujue faced the two, he opened his mouth to ask another question. "Are the two from yesterday on their day off?"
"That's none of your business," the nurse responded coldly and grabbed his arm.
Similar to yesterday, Feng Bujue was held down by two large male workers on both sides, and they were led to their destination.
…
"Are you still listening to me?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice entered Feng Bujue's ears.
"What?" This sudden change startled Brother Jue, and he answered with a word out of instinct.
The next second, he was surprised to find that … he was sitting in an office.
This office looked spacious and bright. There were windows facing outwards, but the windows were covered with iron bars.
At this time, Feng Bujue was tied to a restraint chair. There was a desk in front of him, and sitting across from 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 impatience, "Yesterday, did you tell the nurses … that you wanted 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 in the corridor just now … Did I lose my memory? "
"Sigh …" A second later, the man across the table sighed, "Yes, I am 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 said, "Then … do you remember that you asked to see me?"
"Yes," Feng Bujue looked serious and said, "I have a lot of things to ask you."
"What is it?" Doctor Yuan replied.
"My name, age, date of admission, condition … In short, as long as it's about me, the more the better," Feng Bujue replied quickly.
Before he could finish, Doctor Yuan exhaled through his nose, "3232, the question and answer process of the periodic checkup is decided by me … I ask, you answer, understand?"
Feng Bujue observed the man's expression, thought for a moment, and replied, "Every time you tell me something about me, I will answer one of your questions … How about that?"
"Are you bargaining with me?" Doctor Yuan's tone immediately became a little threatening.
"Doctor." Feng Bujue did not want to be outdone. He looked directly into Doctor Yuan's eyes and said, "My current mental state … is very, very stable. I am confident … that I can make a breakthrough in treatment during this conversation."
"Ha …" Doctor Yuan responded with a faint smile, "Okay … You want to hear it, don't you? I'm not going to play the game of one question in exchange for another. If you want to hear it, I'll tell you. " He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Your name is Feng Bujue. You are twenty-four years old this year. When you were ten, you were arrested by the police for a serious assault. After many professional consultations and tests … they concluded that you suffer from serious paranoia and have obvious violent tendencies and a perverted personality. Therefore, you were sent here. In the past fourteen years, you have fantasized that you are a highly intelligent young criminal, a novelist, a detective, and a superpower user … In short, in the past ten years, your symptoms have not shown any signs of improvement. If anything, they have gotten worse … For example, in the recent periodic checkup, you have started to tell me a story called 'Thriller Paradise', and you … are the main character of this story. "
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