Thriller Paradise Chapter 1167: Crazy. No. Feeling (2)
"No. 3232 is quite cooperative today."
"Huh... this kid is very cunning, I advise you to be careful."
"This is also... I heard that a temporary worker was almost blinded by him last week."
"That’s already considered lucky...you have been here for a short time, maybe you don’t know...This kid used to steal someone’s toolbox while the electrician was repairing things when he was not alone in isolation before. And beat another patient to his head and almost killed someone."
"Oh! So serious?"
"Isn’t that right, so... you’d better be mindful when dealing with these neuroses; some of them look more gentle than the doctor on weekdays, but once they become mad, they will immediately follow Like a mad dog... pounced on you to bite you."
While talking, the two nurses tied a restraint belt to Feng Bujue on the chair.
The two of them talked about this in front of Brother Jue, and didn't care; because in their opinion...the mental patient is like an out-of-control animal, and there is no need to worry about their thoughts or self-esteem.
"Two..." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue joined the conversation. "Can you tell me..." He paused for half a second and asked, "Where is this? Who am I?"
"Ha!" Upon hearing this, the caregiver who sounded like an old employee laughed and replied, "Why did you forget this? This is Buckingham Palace, and you are the Prince of England!"
The new employee on the side laughed when he heard this sentence: "Yes, we are both your slaves, this is not... I am waiting for you to shave."
When they answered these two sentences, they had firmly fixed Feng Bujue on the restraint chair.
This chair is made of metal. The surface and back of the chair are covered with leather, and it is very wide; each section of the chair body is equipped with adjustable restraint straps... Obviously, this design is to cope with Patients of all sizes.
"I didn't mean to be joking with you..." Although the two did not give a serious answer, Feng Bujue kept a calm attitude and reopened his mouth, "I really want to know that I am Where, and I am..."
"White Sand Mental Hospital." This time, before he could finish the question, the old employee interrupted with an impatient tone, "As for your name...I don't know; you stayed here. Years are longer than me. I only know that your code name is 3232, and other things... you should ask yourself that messy brain."
He said here, he paused for two seconds, then picked up an electric razor from the tool table in front of the chair, and said, "Now, I suggest you sit there and don’t move... let’s finish our work. Work, after that...you can go back to your room and think about your life slowly."
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Fifteen minutes later...
Feng Bujue did not make any unusual behaviors during the shaving process, so the two caregivers smoothly helped him shave his beard and sent him back to the ward.
On the way back to the ward, Feng Bujue asked to see his attending physician.
But the nurse's answer was: "The doctor is very busy, and I have to wait for regular check-ups to see you."
Brother Jue immediately asked when his next examination was.
And the answer he got was—"Tomorrow".
After this conversation, the two carers left.
In the small room, only Brother Jue was left.
Feng Bujue lay on the ground, resting his head with both hands, and began to ponder the situation in front of him.
First of all, the most central question he needs to figure out is whether he is still in the game world.
According to existing intelligence, more than 90% of the answer to this question is...not.
You can open the game menu in the game world, but he can’t open it now; you can force offline in the game world, but he can’t do it now; he can’t take off his pants in the game world, but he took it off smoothly before.
In addition, what kind of luggage, equipment, skills, soul and mind...he can't use them all; even in terms of physical fitness, he has also passed a simple exercise test, and the conclusion is that his current physical fitness is better than Ordinary people are not so bad, even inferior to themselves in real life.
Of course, there is still a ten-percent possibility—he is in a screenplay world that transcends ordinary forms of connection.
However, so far, Feng Bujue has not found any evidence to support this hypothesis...
So, he started thinking about the second question again-assuming he is not in the game world, but in reality, then... can this situation be classified as "traversal"?
For example... His own soul has come to the "reality" of another universe. He is no longer a projection, but is really controlling the state of a certain body.
If this hypothesis is true, then he has to face the third question-how can he return to his world?
Finally, in addition to all these questions and assumptions, there is also the worst, but it seems reasonable, conjecture.
——Here is the real...the real world.
Feng Bujue didn't think deeply about this hypothesis, because he thought...this possibility is basically zero.
Furthermore, the large amount of knowledge in Jue's mind and the thinking abilities that can only be obtained through training are all tangible and can be verified at any time.
All these can prove...At least on the level of consciousness, he is "Feng Bujue", not the "Patient 3232" who has been in a mental hospital for many years.
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Two hours passed in an instant, and there was another noise from the door.
Feng Bujue looked up and saw that someone had opened a baffle on the lower part of the door panel and brought in a plate of food from the outside.
"It's dinner." The next second, the old nurse's voice sounded outside the door again.
Because he was focusing on thinking about things before, Feng Bujue ignored his physical needs, but now...when he smelled the scent of the food, he realized with hindsight that... I'm so hungry.
"Well... it's another setting that shouldn't exist in the'game world'." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully as he moved towards the door, "According to this, you will be hungry and thirsty. Trend, I might have to go to the toilet later."
Thinking about it, he still has to eat...
Because the room was small, Feng Bujue didn't get up at all. He turned around at random, moved a few times on the ground, and he was behind the door.
When he took a closer look, he found that even the tableware here is of a kind of "suicide prevention" design: the food tray is light green, made of a memory-like material, which can be like rubber Make a certain degree of bending, deform when under pressure, and return to its original shape and maintain a certain degree of hardness when there is no external force... If you use this thing to start the head, it is estimated that it will be used with a children’s bat. It doesn't make any difference to fight, it's not as hard as a person's fist.
As for the tableware used for eating...neither chopsticks nor knives and forks, but a special kind of "fork and spoon"; its color and material are the same as those of the dinner plate, and its hardness...it must be higher than food. But it's not enough to hurt people.
"It's really thoughtful..." Feng Bujue picked up the fork and chanted again, and then started eating unceremoniously.
Don't even say... the food in this mental hospital is much better than Jue brother imagined; they did not give patients some cheap, mushy dark dishes like some film and television works showed. Instead, they arranged the same meal standards as the employees—two meats and one vegetarian, with rice and soup.
Soon, Feng Bujue swept away the contents of the plate, then he swung the plate behind the door, and lay down with his head up.
"Ah----" After a very satisfying hiccup, Brother Jue couldn't help but sigh, "This kind of life will go on, it will almost be born to Ji Chun..." Speaking of Ji Chunsheng, He wanted to use other people's lines to make a few sentences, "Although the conditions here are a little bit worse, but there is a way-'Although the cold kiln can be broken to avoid the rain, eating and drinking is free of bitterness and sweetness'~ this It’s a rare opportunity to exercise your will and stand the test..."
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Feng Bujue fell asleep.
He didn't know how he fell asleep, but 80% of it was caused by tiredness after eating a full meal.
He didn't know how long he slept, anyway, when he woke up, the dinner plate behind the door was gone, and...the lighting in the room had also changed.
Previously, the light tube in the ceiling emitted a soft white light, but now, the light has turned into luminous blue, and its brightness is also very low.
"It's night..." Upon seeing this, Brother Jue still a little confused said to himself, "Or...they found me asleep through a hidden camera, so they turned off the light for me. ……"
At this time, he no longer thinks about "I won't fall asleep in the game world", and he no longer thinks about "how long has the time passed" and "how am I in the game cabin" "These things are.
Human instincts made him adapt...
Adapt to the immediate environment, adapt to this unfamiliar "reality".
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At some point, the lights came on again.
Feng Bujue was awake, thinking, but didn't open his eyes.
After another period of time, the baffle on the upper part of the door was removed, and the voice from outside the door was different from the voice of the caregiver yesterday: "3232, wake up."
Feng Bujue opened his eyes and replied, "Can I see the doctor?"
The people outside the door were silent for a few seconds after hearing this sentence, and replied: "Your check-up is scheduled at ten o'clock, now...follow me to wash first."
Brother Jue didn't say much, he just stood up, stretched his limbs, and waited quietly behind the door.
He heard the sound of someone outside the door pressing the code lock, and then the door opened.
The two carers waiting for him in the corridor are still two caregivers, but today they are both strange faces.
"Did the two yesterday take turns today?" Feng Bujue asked another question when facing the two directly.
"It has nothing to do with you." The other party responded coldly, and then grabbed his arm.
Like yesterday, Feng Bujue was restrained one by one by two burly male carers, and walked towards his destination...
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"Are you still listening to me?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Feng Bujue's ears.
"What?" This sudden change made Brother Jue startled, and instinctively responded to these two words.
The next second, he was surprised to find... he was already sitting in an office.
This office looks spacious, bright, and has windows facing outwards, but iron fences are installed inside and outside the windows.
At this time, Feng Bujue has been fixed on a restraint chair. There is a desk in front of him. The one sitting next to him... is a man in a white coat and black-rimmed glasses. Middle-aged man.
"I just asked you..." After hearing Brother Jue's response, the middle-aged man showed a little impatient expression, "Did you tell the nurse yesterday...want to see me?"
"You are..." Feng Bujue continued, "...Are you the doctor in charge of me?"
While asking questions, he secretly said in his heart: How did I get here? I was clearly still in the corridor just now... Could it be my memory loss?
"Hey..." After a second, 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." Doctor Yuan shook his head, paused for two seconds, and then said, "So... do you remember when you asked to see me?"
"Remember." Feng Bujue said with a solemn expression, "I have a lot of things to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Doctor Yuan replied.
"My name, age, date of admission, medical condition...In short, as long as it is about me, the more the better." Feng Bujue responded quickly.
Dr. Yuan sighed out of his nose before he finished speaking, "3232, the question and answer process for regular checkups is determined by me... I ask, you answer, understand?"
Feng Bujue is aware of his words and expressions~IndoMTL.com~ After thinking about it, he replied: "Every time you tell me a piece of information about me, I will answer one of your questions...how?"
"Are you bargaining with me?" Doctor Yuan's tone immediately added a slight threat.
"Doctor." Feng Bujue was not to be outdone. He looked directly into the other's eyes, and then said, "My current state of mind...very, very stable, I am confident... A breakthrough in treatment."
"Heh..." Doctor Yuan replied with a smile, "Okay... Do you want to hear it? I won't play a question-for-question game with you. If you want to hear me tell you Yes." 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 years old, you were arrested by the police for a serious wounding incident. Arrested; after consultation and appraisal by many experts...it is determined that you have a serious hypothesis, and have obvious violent tendencies and a sexual personality; therefore, you have been sent here. In the past fourteen years In the movie, you once imagined that you are a talented young criminal, novelist, detective, superpower...In short, in the past ten years, your symptoms have not alleviated at all, on the contrary, they have become more and more intense. During the monthly inspection, you began to explain to me a story called'Thriller Paradise', and you... are the protagonist of this story." (To be continued.) New URL is activated