After lunch, Feng Bujue started to walk around the room.
Since he had nothing to do at the moment, he decided to walk around in circles to help with his digestion.
After walking around for a while, he suddenly remembered something. In that second, he put on a pained expression and grabbed his neck with both hands. Then, he convulsed and fell to the ground.
For the next fifteen minutes, Feng Bujue stayed on the ground and pretended to be having an epileptic seizure. It was not until the sixteenth minute that he stopped his exaggerated act and slowly sat up.
"Hmm … Looks like there really isn't one …" Brother Jue muttered softly after he sat down.
What he meant by "there isn't one" was, of course, the surveillance camera.
In fact, Feng Bujue had already considered the possibility of a surveillance camera before this. The night before, when the lights in the room were very dim, he carefully observed every inch of the walls in the room. In the end, he didn't find any suspicious light spots, nor did he see any gaps where a camera could be embedded.
Of course, even if that was the case, he couldn't be sure that there were no hidden cameras. Brother Jue also considered the possibility that the mental hospital used some kind of advanced technology similar to the SCP Foundation's technology.
However, if you add in the fact that the caregiver would pass by the door every hour and open the door to take a look inside, as well as his fifteen-minute "epileptic" performance that no one cared about … then the conclusion that there were no cameras was basically confirmed.
"From a certain perspective, it's understandable …" Feng Bujue continued, "In this room, other than toilet paper, there isn't even anything that can be picked up. The walls are also cushions, so it's very difficult for a normal person to commit suicide here. Under such circumstances, it seems a bit wasteful to install a surveillance camera. " He paused for half a second and continued, "Although they might have overlooked my 'illness' if they didn't install a surveillance camera, I think they wouldn't mind.
"For the people who work here, as well as their superiors, to be able to write 'patient died of sudden illness' on the report and attach an autopsy report to it is undoubtedly a good thing.
"In any case, as long as it's not 'suicide' in the report, we can't use their supervision as an excuse …"
Thinking of this, he smiled. "Heh … That is to say, as long as I don't give myself away during the symbolic patrol, I can do whatever I want here …"
…
That afternoon, after Feng Bujue went to the toilet, he inexplicably began to exercise.
The goal he set for himself was to do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run around the room for 10 kilometers every day.
To the Feng Bujue of his original world, this level of training was a piece of cake.
But with the physical strength of this Feng Bujue in the mental hospital … it was obviously a bit too much.
However, Brother Jue was a man with an iron will, astonishing perseverance and endurance. Even though his body was very weak now, he gritted his teeth and did all of this.
And the result was … he was so tired that he couldn't even stand up.
Creak …
Just as Brother Jue finished running the last meter and was lying on the ground gasping for breath, the partition above the door was pulled open, and a pair of eyes appeared behind the door.
"I say … What are you doing?" Then, the male caregiver's voice came from outside the door.
From the word "what" in this sentence … it was obvious that this was not the first time he had asked Brother Jue.
In fact, during the previous regular patrols, the caregiver had already noticed Feng Bujue's abnormality. This was because every time he came to the door and looked in … Feng Bujue would immediately stop exercising and rest on the spot, gasping for breath …
If it was just once or twice, it would be fine, but if it was four or five times in the afternoon … the caregiver was bound to be a little curious.
However, Feng Bujue's answer was always the same, "Haa … Haa …" Usually, he would start with two heavy breaths and then repeat, "Water … I want to drink water … Give me water!"
"Tsk … Wait here." The caregiver responded with a noncommittal attitude and then left.
About seven or eight minutes later, when he was done with his patrol, he pushed a trolley of drinking water to the door of Feng Bujue's room.
"3232, your water is here." When the caregiver said this, he had already opened the partition below the door and handed in a paper cup filled with water.
When Feng Bujue saw the water, he immediately jumped up from the ground and drank from the cup. The paper cup that could hold about three hundred milliliters was emptied in one gulp. When he was done, he wiped his mouth and turned to the caregiver outside the door and said, "Excuse me, can I have another cup?"
According to the rules of the hospital, when a patient asked for basic necessities such as drinking water, toilet paper, medical help, etc., the caregiver had to give them a response.
Therefore, the caregiver had no choice but to continue pouring water for Brother Bujue outside the door.
Of course, this did not mean that the patient's demands could be met endlessly. There were also clear rules regarding the requirements for 'drinking water' and 'toilet paper'.
For example, the way to provide drinking water to the patient was to give him one cup at a time. If the patient wanted a second cup, he had to finish the previous cup and return the cup. Then, the caregiver would fill the same cup with water for the second cup.
The rule regarding toilet paper was even stricter. The caregiver had to enter the room to check and confirm that there were less than five sheets of toilet paper in the room before he was allowed to bring in a new roll of toilet paper. Furthermore, the length of toilet paper provided by White Sand Mental Hospital for solitary confinement patients was less than half the length of a normal roll of toilet paper.
I believe that the viewers with better analytical skills have already seen through this. That's right … these two rules were set up to prevent the patients from committing suicide.
Even though not everyone could come up with the idea of using water and toilet paper to commit suicide … there was indeed a patient who had tried to commit suicide in his own room with golden paper (an elegant name for an extremely cruel water torture in ancient China) and succeeded in killing himself.
"You little rascal … Are you doing that?" When the caregiver poured the second cup of water for Feng Bujue, he stood at the door and said, "I'm warning you … If you're going to do it, do it in the toilet. Don't throw it all over the room …"
"Haha … Don't worry, I won't dirty the room." Feng Bujue did not want to explain anything to the caregiver. He just smiled and accepted the second cup of water.
When he drank the second cup of water, Brother Jue obviously slowed down. It was not that he could not drink fast, but he was afraid that he might lose his osmotic pressure.
Then, he asked the caregiver for a third cup of water. After the caregiver delivered the third cup of water to him, he told the caregiver that this cup was enough.
Hence, the caregiver left the cup behind and left Brother Jue's room with the trolley. Before he left, he did not forget to remind Brother Jue that it was almost time for dinner. He reminded Brother Jue not to lose his appetite because he drank too much water.
If this was Feng Bujue's first day here, he might have thought that the caregiver's reminder was out of kindness. However, at this moment, Brother Jue heard a different message from the caregiver's words.
…
The third day, in the wee hours of the morning.
Feng Bujue woke up with soreness all over his body.
Many people have experienced this kind of soreness before. It usually occurs the day after some kind of overload exercise. In sports medicine, this kind of condition is known as "Delayed Muscle Soreness Syndrome."
Personally, I think we can give this condition a common name similar to "Hangover," such as "Hangover Acid."
If we were to compare life to a role-playing game, then "Hangover Acid" was at least a mini-boss monster. Although it was not as powerful as "Procrastination Syndrome," it was undeniable that countless players with weak willpower were defeated by it at the intersection of the road leading to baldness … Oh, no … The road leading to fitness.
Fortunately, Feng Bujue was not one of them.
As a warrior who had defeated "Hangover Acid," he was already mentally prepared for this kind of soreness. He had already used some kind of psychological suggestion to turn this kind of feeling into a kind of soreness.
"Hmm … With my physical condition today, I won't be able to finish the target in five hours …" Feng Bujue opened his eyes, and that was the first thing that came to his mind. "So … I'll have to start now …"
He did as he thought. He turned over and started doing push-ups.
At this moment, even though his body was very tired and could even be said to be in pain, he had no intention of giving up. He did not even waver in the slightest.
When his body said, "You don't have to do it to the standard," his mind said, "It's meaningless if you don't do it to the standard." When his body said, "It's okay to do a few less," his mind said, "It's meaningless to do one less." And when his body said, "If I don't stop now, I'm afraid I can't take it anymore." Feng Bujue stopped for a while. After all, he could not force it.
Just like this, before he knew it, it was time to wash up.
The two nurses were already waiting outside the door. Feng Bujue did not let them wait too long. He quickly got ready and followed the two nurses out of the ward.
After they went out, they turned right, walked straight down the corridor, and came to a bathroom.
Under the supervision of the two nurses, Feng Bujue took a toothbrush made of a special material (the same material as his plate and tableware). After brushing his teeth, he washed his face with water.
While washing his face, Brother Jue asked in a very casual tone, "How often do I take a shower?"
"Every three days," the caregiver on his left replied. "Your next shower is tomorrow."
"Oh … Then …" Feng Bujue wanted to take the opportunity to ask more questions.
However, the nurse interrupted him directly, "If you're done washing up, it's time for breakfast."
…
Light, white light.
In a trance, the white light of the ward appeared in front of Feng Bujue's eyes again.
"It's here again …" After he regained consciousness, he cursed, "As expected … It's a f * cking blackout again …"
As he muttered, he changed from a lying position to a sitting position. Then, he opened his mouth directly and put his hand into his mouth.
After a few seconds of fumbling, he successfully pulled out … a small handful of meat tendons from between his teeth.
"Hmm …" After carefully looking at the food residue for a while, Feng Bujue said, "Pig meat …" He paused for two seconds and said, "That should be meat buns."
As he said that, he lifted his trousers and looked at his left shin.
He didn't know when, but on the skin of his calf, there were two fingernail marks … These marks weren't too serious and wouldn't cause him to bleed, but they did hurt his skin and left two marks that wouldn't fade away in a short period of time.
"Two kinds …" After Feng Bujue saw the two fingernail marks, he thought to himself, "What else could it be other than meat buns … Is it something like the bun skin that can be dissolved by saliva, or something that can't be stuck between the teeth …" At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind, "Oh … Maybe it's a liquid food like soy milk or tofu pudding …"
After confirming this information, he sat down with his legs crossed and thought to himself, Today's memory lapse is slightly later than yesterday's. Yesterday's memory only reached the corridor, but today, it was interrupted when I was about to go for breakfast after washing up … But today, it was interrupted when I was about to have breakfast …
"According to the principle of 'from big to small' and 'from dry to watery' that I formulated this morning, I must have eaten the bun first and then drank something.
"Considering the process of making the bun, it's obviously not convenient to add medicine during the process. And the method of sprinkling it directly on the bun skin after making it is too obvious … I can even taste it.
"So, my preliminary guess is … at least the 'medicine' today was put in the soy milk or tofu pudding."
While he was thinking about this, Feng Bujue stood up from the ground and did some squats.
"So … In conclusion …" Brother Jue also wanted to use his brain to distract himself from the intense pain in his leg muscles. "Every morning, there was a kind of memory-suppressing drug in the breakfast. It can cause memory loss for a certain period of time before and after taking the drug. There was a trace of marijuana in the lunch. In a way … it's a benefit … Lastly, there was a sleeping pill in the dinner. It will make the patient fall asleep before 'lights out' and wake up one to two hours before 'lights out'."
"Phew …" He adjusted his breathing and thought, "Lunch and dinner are easy. It won't take long for me to test which type of food they put the drug in. The problem lies in the breakfast … I have to find a way to cooperate with 'myself in that period of time' to find out the truth in this memory blind spot."
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