Thriller Paradise Chapter 1170: Crazy. No. Feeling (5)
After lunch, Feng Bujue was walking around the room in a circle.
Because he has nothing to do now, he uses this kind of "walking" which is basically the same as spinning around to help digestion.
After walking like this for a while, he remembered something, and then he suddenly put on an expression of pain, pinched his neck with his hands, twitched and fell to the ground.
For the next fifteen minutes, Feng Bujue was very dedicated to pretending that the sheep had a seizure on the ground. It was not until the sixteenth minute that he put away his slightly exaggerated acting skills and slowly sat up from the ground. .
"Well...it seems to be really not..." After sitting down, Brother Jue murmured softly.
At this moment, what he said... "nothing", naturally refers to the surveillance camera.
Actually, before this trial, Feng Bujue had already considered the camera problem; the night before, when the light in the room became very dim, he carefully observed the whole Every inch of the wall of the room, as a result... no suspicious light spots were found at all, and no gaps where the camera might be embedded.
Of course, even so, there is no guarantee that there will be no hidden cameras; Brother Jie also considered-maybe this psychiatric hospital uses the kind of super technology similar to the SCP Foundation?
However, if you add in the fact that "the caregiver will pass by the door every hour and open the shutter on the door to look inside", and the period he just lasted for fifteen minutes The popular performance of "Sheep Crazy"... "There is no camera" is the conclusion, basically you can sit down.
"From a certain point of view, it is indeed understandable..." Feng Bujue said immediately, "In this room, apart from toilet paper, there is nothing that can be picked up, and the walls are cushioned. It’s very difficult for ordinary people to successfully commit suicide here. Under this premise, it seems a bit of a waste to pretend to be surveillance.” He paused for half a second, and then said, “Although not pretending to be surveillance, it’s possible to ignore the'morbidity that I just had. 'Situation, but...I think they don't mind it.
"For the people who work here, and their superiors... it is undoubtedly a happy thing for everyone to write'the patient died suddenly of a sudden illness' on the report and attach an autopsy report to file.
"Anyway, as long as the report is not'suicide', they can't talk about their supervision responsibility..."
Thinking of this, he smiled: "Heh...that is to say, as long as I don’t show my feet during the symbolic timed 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 is one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and ten kilometers in circles in the room every day.
This intensity of practice is already a breeze for Feng Bujue in the original world.
But in terms of the physical strength of Feng Bujue in the mental hospital...obviously it was a bit too reluctant.
However, Brother Jue is a man with a steely will, amazing perseverance and endurance. Although his body is very weak now, he still gritted his teeth to finish all this.
And the result after completion is... he is as tired as his grandson, he can't stand up anymore.
Squeak——
Just when Brother Jue finished the last one meter and lay on the ground to breathe, the baffle on the upper part of the door was pulled open, and a pair of eyes appeared behind the door.
"I said...what are you doing?" Then, the voice of the male carer came in from outside the door in the morning.
It can be seen from the word "extremely" in this sentence...This is not the first time that he has asked Jue Ge a question.
In fact, during the previous regular inspections, this nurse had noticed Feng Bujue’s abnormality; because every time he came to the door and looked in...Feng Bujue would immediately stop exercising, staying on the spot. Take a break, take a big breath...
One or two times is fine, but four or five times throughout the afternoon...this caregiver must be a little curious.
However, Feng Bujue’s answer was the same every time: "Ha...Ha..." Usually, he would start with two heavy breaths, and then repeatedly repeat, "Shui ... I want to drink water... Give me water!"
"Cut...wait." The nurse responded with a noncommittal attitude, and then left.
About seven or eight minutes later, when he completed all the inspections, he pushed a cart with drinking water to the door of Feng Bujue's ward.
"3232, your water is here." When the carer said this, he had already opened the food delivery baffle under the door and handed in a paper cup full of water.
As soon as Feng Bujue saw the water, he threw himself up from the ground, picked up the cup and drank it, gulp and drank the paper cup that can hold about 300 ml; after drinking, he wiped his mouth and turned his head. To the carer outside the door: "Excuse me, have another drink!"
According to the regulations of the hospital, patients must respond when they ask for basic daily necessities (such as drinking water, toilet paper, medical assistance, etc.), otherwise they will be treated as abuse in disguise.
Therefore, the caregiver can only continue to pour water on Brother Jue outside the door.
Of course, it does not mean that patients' requirements in this area can be met endlessly; there are also clear requirements for the requirements for "drinking water" and "toilet paper".
For example, water-the way to give patients drinking water must be one cup at a time. If you want a second cup, you must drink the first cup of water and return the cup, and then the nurse will be in the same cup. Fill it with a second glass of water.
As for the regulations on toilet paper, the pinch is even more deadly-nurses must enter the ward, check and confirm that there are only less than five pieces of toilet paper in the patient's ward before they are allowed to take a new roll of toilet paper into the ward; in addition, The length of toilet paper provided to these solitary confinement patients by the Baisha Mental Hospital is less than half of the normal volume...
I believe viewers with better reasoning skills have already seen it, yes...the above two consumables restrictions are also set up to prevent criminals from committing suicide.
Although not everyone can think of the use of water and toilet paper to commit suicide, but... there are indeed patients who have played "Golden Paper Pasted Buddha Noodles" in their wards (an extremely cruel water torture in ancient China). Ya said), and succeeded in playing myself to death......
"Your kid... is it there?" The nurse said at the door while putting a second glass of water for Feng Bujue, "I warn you... you have to get it in the toilet. Don’t leave the room everywhere......"
"Hehe... don't worry, I won't mess up the room." Feng Bujue didn't explain anything to the other party, just smiled and agreed, and took the second glass of water.
When drinking this second glass of water, Jue brother slowed down; it's not that he couldn't drink very fast, but the main reason was that he was afraid of drinking out of an osmotic pressure imbalance...
Next, he asked the nurse for a third glass of water, and after the other party sent the glass in, he said that it was enough to drink here.
So, the nurse left the cup, pushed the car and left Jue brother’s ward; before leaving, he did not forget to remind him that the dinner time is about to come, so that brother Jue don’t suffer because of drinking water. eat.
If Feng Bujue came here on the first day, he might still think that... the caregiver’s reminder was made out of kindness; but at this moment, Brother Jue could not tell from this sentence. The same information.
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The third day, early in the morning.
Feng Bujue woke up with a soreness all over his body.
This kind of soreness is experienced by many people. It usually appears one day after 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 "stasis" or something...
If we compare life to a role-playing game, then "Sorrow" is at least a small BOSS-level monster. Although it is not as powerful as the devil-level existence of "procrastination", it is undeniable that, Countless players who are not determined are defeated by it at the intersection of the road leading to baldness...oh no...the road to fitness.
Fortunately, Feng Bujue is not one of them.
As a warrior who has overcome the "sorrow and soreness", he has long been psychologically prepared for the soreness of this body. He has used some kind of psychological suggestion to transform this feeling into sourness...
"Um... With this physical condition today, it is impossible to complete the exercise indicators within five hours..." Feng Bujue opened his eyes and thought of this. "So... Start..."
He did it as soon as he thought of it, turned over, and started push-ups.
At this moment, even though he was physically hard, it could even be said to be painful... but he didn't mean to give up at all, and he didn't even waver at all.
When his body is saying "You don't need to do so standard", his spirit is saying "It doesn't make sense if you don't make a standard"; when his body is saying "It doesn't matter if you don’t do a few," he His spirit is saying "It doesn't make sense to do one less"; and when his body says "If you don't stop, I'm afraid you will not be able to hold it anymore"...Feng Bujue stopped for a while, after all, he couldn't make it hard. Well...
That's it, it's time to wash again.
The two nurses outside the door were waiting again. Feng Bujue didn't let them wait any longer. He quickly made preparations and followed them out of the ward.
They turned right after going out, walked straight along the corridor, and came to a bathroom.
Feng Bujue, under the supervision of two nurses, took a handle made of special material (the same memory material as his dinner plates and tableware) to finish brushing his teeth, and washed his face with clean water.
While washing his face, Brother Jue also asked in a very casual tone: "How often do I take a bath?"
"Wash once every three days." The nurse on his left replied, "The next time you take a bath is tomorrow."
"Oh...then..." Feng Bujue wanted to find out more about the situation.
But the nurse interrupted him directly: "After washing up, it's time to have breakfast."
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Light, white light.
In a trance, the white light of the ward appeared in front of Feng Bujue's eyes again.
"Here again..." After he regained his consciousness, he cursed, "As expected... he's got a piece of meow again..."
While talking, he changed from a prone position to a lying position, and then he opened his mouth directly and put his hand in his mouth.
After several seconds of groping, he successfully took out...a handful of muscles from between his teeth.
"Hmm..." After looking at the scraps of food carefully for a while, Feng Bujue said, "Ground pork..." He paused for two seconds, then said again, "That should be meat. The bun didn't run away."
Speaking, he lifted his trousers again and looked at the shin of his left leg.
I don’t know when, there were two more nail prints on the skin of his calf...The prints were not too serious, and they did not cause bleeding, but they actually hurt the skin and left behind. A trace that will not fade in a short time.
"Two kinds are..." Feng Bujue said after seeing the two nail prints, "What other than meat buns... It's similar to the skin of a bun that will be dissolved by saliva. Something, it still can’t get stuck between the teeth..." At this moment, a thought flashed, "Oh... it might be something like soy milk, bean curd..."
After confirming the information in general, he sat cross-legged, and then thought: "Today's fragment is a little later than yesterday. The memory of yesterday is only in the corridor, but today I am going to have breakfast after washing up. It only stopped...
"According to the principle of ‘from big to small’ and ‘from dry to thin’ that I formulated in the morning, I must have eaten the buns first~IndoMTL.com~ and then drink something.
"Considering the process of making steamed buns, it is obviously not convenient to add medicines when making them; and the method of sprinkling them directly on the skins of steamed buns after making them is too obvious...you can eat them all.
"So, preliminary inference...At least today's'medicine' is downloaded in soy milk or bean curd."
While thinking about this, Feng Bujue stood up from the ground and started a squat by the way.
"So...to summarize..." Brother Jue also wanted to use his brain to distract, so that he would not care so much about the strong soreness of the leg muscles. "There is a memory-suppressing drug in the daily breakfast, which can cause The memory disappeared within a certain period of time before and after taking the medicine; there seems to be a small 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 the lights are turned off. Wake up one to two hours before'turn on the light'."
"Huh..." He adjusted his breathing and thought, "Lunch and dinner are easy to handle. It doesn't take long for me to test which type of food they put the medicine in. That's the problem. Breakfast...I must try to cooperate with the'self at that time' to find out the truth in this memory blind zone." (To be continued.) New website enabled