It did not take long for Feng Bujue to finish most of the noodles that were not stained by the sauce. Then, he mixed the leftover noodles and sauce together.
After this, there was nothing wrong with the leftover food in the bowl.
Moreover, the nurses would not check the food that the patients had left behind … They only needed to make sure that the patients had eaten more than 60% of everything.
So, fifteen minutes later, when the nurses saw that the three patients had stopped eating, they came over to collect the plates.
After the delivery staff collected the plates and leftover food, he just casually dumped them into the trash can under the trolley. Then, he pushed the trolley away.
At this point, breakfast time should be over.
But … the nurses did not take the three patients out of the room.
Not only that, the six of them even went out with the staff who delivered the food …
"Ho … What are they doing …" After the nurses all left and closed the door, Brother Jue thought to himself, "Could it be … They are going to use some kind of remote control device to remove the metal cuffs on our bodies so that the three of us can have a cage fight or a gay wrestling match?"
This speculation was just Brother Jue's inner thoughts. He knew that … it was absolutely impossible.
Such a fight would definitely leave scars on the patients' bodies. It could even lead to serious injuries or even death. Even if the effect of the medicine could erase the memories, it could not erase the physical injuries.
Therefore, Feng Bujue was quite sure that there would not be any physical conflict.
However, he really could not figure out … what was going to happen in front of him.
This was because Brother Jue knew himself very well. He knew … yesterday, the day before, every day … At this time, "Feng Bujue" must have thought of leaving information about this period of memory to himself a few hours later.
But … every day, he only got information about breakfast. He didn't have any clue about what happened after breakfast until the end of the "interruption".
And this kind of situation undoubtedly aroused Brother Jue's curiosity.
…
"Square nails … Round nails … Big nails … Small nails … Black nails … White nails …"
A minute passed quickly.
The skeletal face's chanting became louder and louder, and the whole room echoed his unclear lines.
"I say … Brother over there." At this time, Feng Bujue opened his mouth. He did not talk to the skeletal face, but tried to talk to another guy who looked like a psychopathic murderer. "Although I know … you may not be able to answer me, but I still want to ask … Do you know what will happen next?"
The man obviously heard this sentence, but he just turned his head to look at Brother Jue and did not say anything.
Time passed in this subtle atmosphere.
As the process of no progress and inexplicable became longer, Feng Bujue became more and more uneasy.
Today, he did not need to leave any information about himself a few hours later because he did not take the amnesia pill. And the thing that made him uneasy was … Even if he wanted to leave any information, there was no reason for him to do so because nothing really happened.
He just sat there with the two strange patients for more than half an hour, and during this time, he kept thinking about random things.
Just when he was about to hit the table with his head to see if anyone would care about him, the door to the exit suddenly opened.
Six nurses walked in, chatting and laughing. They unlocked the three patients from the chairs and prepared to bring them back to the ward.
At this moment, Feng Bujue finally understood the truth from the conversation between the nurses and the smell in their mouths.
And the truth … made him feel an intense pain in his balls.
In fact, during that period of time, nothing special happened. The reason why the nurses left the three patients here was to let them out for some fresh air.
According to the regulations of the higher-ups, even if the patients were kept in solitary confinement, they had to be let out for some fresh air at least once a day. In order to simplify this matter, the hospital finally came up with a solution. Every morning, after the patients came out to wash up (there was no running water in the ward, so they had to come out to wash up), they would be brought to the room where they could see the sun for breakfast. After breakfast, the nurses would leave the three patients here for a while as a way to let them out for some fresh air.
While the three patients were sitting in the room in a daze, the nurses who were in charge of the ward rounds could also check their rooms. First, they wanted to see if they had done anything strange in the room. Second, they wanted to check the hygiene. Anyway, as long as there was no serious contamination (such as the patients smearing feces on the walls, spitting and urinating), the nurses would not purposely clean up the room.
Besides, why did the nurses go out?
The answer was even simpler … It was because they also needed to have breakfast.
Speaking of which … Brother Jue was innocent. In the past twenty days, he had never left any serious stains in his room. Therefore, when the nurses checked his room … they left right after they finished checking. They did not clean up or tidy up his room.
Even if they had cleaned up his room once, Feng Bujue should have figured out the truth about the "breakfast time". Unfortunately, they did not even once …
As for … why did they put the "amnesia drug" in his breakfast?
At this moment, Feng Bujue realized that the drug was not used to make him forget the memory of a specific period of time. In fact, it was a drug used by the mental hospital to "treat mental illness".
On the first day he came here, the first sentence that the nurse outside the door said to him was, "I'm warning you, if you dare to yell 'geppo' or 'rankyaku' and hit me again … It won't be as simple as changing your room and increasing the dosage of the drug … You'll have to wait for electroconvulsive therapy."
And in this sentence, it revealed a very important piece of information, and that was — the hospital did not purposely hide the fact that they used drugs on him from Brother Jue, and in fact, the dosage had been increased.
So … how did the "drug" get used on him?
Looking at it now, it was obvious. For breakfast, they mixed some unknown, strengthened version of the "nerve blocker". For lunch, they added some pleasant, marijuana-like stuff, probably for antidepressants. For dinner, they added sleeping pills.
In other words, Feng Bujue's amnesia was not a conspiracy, but simply a side effect of the drug.
Previously, when Feng Bujue met Doctor Yuan, he had a memory lapse, which was also a good evidence. If the hospital deliberately made him suffer from amnesia, then Doctor Yuan would not have chosen to do the examination in the morning, and he would not have been baffled by Brother Jue's sudden memory lapse.
…
"Meow." After returning to the ward, Feng Bujue quickly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.
After thinking it through, he naturally felt even more annoyed …
"Ah … I really despise myself …" Feng Bujue was paralyzed on the ground, "After investigating for so long, I thought it was the most important part … but it turned out to be the most insignificant part …"
His depression lasted for less than two minutes, and then he turned over … and started to do push-ups.
After all, whether this investigation was a detour or a quick investigation, it did not make much of a difference to him … The latter was nothing more than spending more time.
Time was the one thing Feng Bujue did not lack at the moment.
Every day, from the moment he opened his eyes, except for eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, all the rest of his time was "free time."
And in the time that could be allocated freely, Feng Bujue only had one goal in mind — escape.
After the conversation with Doctor Yuan, Feng Bujue had already formed an escape plan in his mind. He was a very efficient executor, so … when the idea came to his mind, he immediately started to exercise his body.
A strong body was one of the basic conditions for a successful "prison break."
A fat man who panted after running a few steps, a skinny man who was as weak as a refugee, and a strong man who had a strong body and could parkour as if he was taking a stroll … It was obvious at a glance which of these three would have a higher success rate in a prison break.
Feng Bujue's plan was … to spend two to three months to complete the transformation of his body. During this time, he needed to gather as much information as possible to come up with a more specific escape plan.
At present, there were only five days left in the first month, and Brother Jue had gained quite a lot in this month.
He had already mastered the daily schedule related to himself, all the recipes for his three meals a day, the distribution of his medicine, and the rationing of his "daily necessities" and so on.
Even if he was asked to escape immediately, he had a certain degree of confidence.
But … he was still prepared to wait because his body was indeed a little weak … Even though he had been training for more than twenty days, he had only improved to the level of a normal young man. According to Feng Bujue's idea, he had to train until he could kill someone with his bare hands before he could carry out his plan …
"Ah … After all, this is a body that has not done any exercise for more than ten years … Every day is so painful …" Brother Jue mumbled as he did push-ups. "Thankfully, this body is not the kind that will gain weight easily, or else I would have to lose a few months' worth of weight loss first … So, this is a good thing.
"Also, I have to thank the diet here. Overall, it's quite balanced. Carbohydrates, meat protein, and vegetable fiber can all be eaten … Although it's not as good as the kind of diet that's specially made for fitness, it's still quite good to have such a combination. If I were really locked up in a place like a concentration camp, it would be even harder to improve my physical fitness … "
While he was thinking, he had already done fifty push-ups.
With the physical fitness of this body, he had to stop for a while to do so, or else it would be bad for his muscles.
"Phew … There's still some time before the next patrol, I'd better take off my clothes first." Feng Bujue had just caught his breath when he decided to take off his clothes.
Some people might find it strange, why would he take off his clothes for no reason?
In fact, not only did he want to take off his clothes, he also wanted to take off his pants …
But why was he doing this? You'll understand if you read on.
"There's enough toilet paper too, very good …" After he took off all his clothes, Feng Bujue walked to the corner of the room to get some toilet paper.
Here, I want to make it clear that if you're thinking the wrong way, it's your problem … I'm not the one who wrote it wrong …
"Life has always been a drama ~ Why should we care so much about gratitude and grudges ~" Brother Jue picked up the toilet paper and started to hum. As he hummed, he slowly unrolled the toilet paper and wrapped it around his body in a certain pattern.
This scene … was indeed a little strange.
If a caregiver were to pass by and open the partition, they would see a naked man slowly "wrapping" himself with toilet paper and singing a tune ….
If I were that nurse, I would probably think that I did it the wrong way. I would reopen the toilet paper and leave quietly after confirming that it was the right way. I would then ask the doctor for some medication for mental illness so that I could chase this memory out of my mind forever …
Alright, let's get back to the topic.
"I'm smiling proudly ~ I'm smiling proudly ~" When Brother Jue reached the climax of the second verse of the song, he had finished wrapping the toilet paper around himself.
Since he had to do this every day, and he had to repeat it a few times, he was quite familiar with the technique.
After he was done, Feng Bujue put on the "toilet paper sportswear" and started his long-distance run …
To make a long story short, after running for about forty minutes, Feng Bujue estimated that it was almost time for his patrol. He immediately stopped running and used his fastest speed to remove the tissues that were completely soaked in sweat from his body. He separated them into lumps and tossed them into the sewer. After all, the sewer in this sickroom was the kind that one could toss the tissues directly into. Then, he put on his clothes as fast as he could.
Not long after that, the hospital worker arrived. The man did not greet Feng Bujue. He pulled open the door and glanced in. He saw that Feng Bujue … was perfectly fine. He was wearing a relatively dry patient's garb and was wiping his face with a tissue.
"Excuse me … Can I have a glass of water?" Brother Jue asked when he made eye contact with the nurse.
Seeing this, I'm sure that everyone has guessed that this was Feng Bujue's way of covering up the fact that he was "exercising".
On the second day, he didn't consider the problem of "sweating". That was why he had soaked his clothes that day, which slightly aroused the nurse's suspicion.
Therefore, after he took a shower and changed into a new set of clothes, he carried out this strategy. This was also why … the nurse reported to Doctor Yuan that "3232 toilet paper has been running out very quickly recently."
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