Thriller Paradise

After lunch, Feng bujue started to walk around the house.

Since he had nothing to do now, he used this kind of "walk" that was basically equivalent to walking in circles to help with digestion.

After walking for a while, he suddenly remembered something ... At that second, he suddenly put on a painful expression, grabbed his neck with both hands, and fell to the ground twitching.

For the next fifteen minutes, Feng bujue pretended to be having an epileptic attack. It was not until the sixteenth minute that he stopped his exaggerated acting and slowly sat up from the ground.

"Hmm ... Looks like you really don't have one ..." Brother Jue mumbled to himself after he sat down.

At this moment, the thing he was referring to ... Was naturally the surveillance camera.

Actually, before this test, Feng bujue had already considered the problem of the camera. The night before, when the lights in the room had become very dim, he had carefully observed every inch of the wall in the entire room. In the end ... He did not find any suspicious spots of light at all, nor did he see any gaps that could possibly be embedded with a camera.

Of course, even so, there was no guarantee that there were no hidden cameras. Brother Jue had even considered the possibility that the mental hospital might be using super-technology similar to the one from the SCP Foundation.

However, if you add in the fact that the caretaker would pass by the door every hour and open the door to take a look inside, as well as his "epileptic" performance that went on for 15 minutes without anyone asking about ... The conclusion that there was no camera was pretty much solid.

"From a certain perspective, it can be understood ..." Feng bujue continued."In this room, other than toilet paper, there is nothing that can be picked up. The walls are all cushions, so it is very difficult for a normal person to commit suicide here. Under such circumstances, it seems to be a waste to install surveillance cameras. " He paused for half a second and said,"although they might ignore my 'illness' condition just now without the surveillance cameras ... I don't think they would mind.

"For the people who work here and their superiors ... To be able to write 'the patient died of a sudden illness' on the report and attach an autopsy report for filing is undoubtedly a happy thing for everyone.

"Anyway, as long as the report doesn't say 'suicide', we can't use their supervisory responsibility as an excuse ..."

Thinking of this, he revealed a smile.""Ha ... In other words, as long as I don't give myself away during the symbolic patrolling period, I can do whatever I want here ..."

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That afternoon, after Feng bujue went to the toilet, he started to train his body.

The goal he set for himself was to do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10 kilometers in circles in his room every day.

For Feng bujue, who was in his original world, this level of training was a piece of cake.

However, with Feng bujue's current physical strength at the mental hospital ... It was too much for him.

However, brother Jue was a man with steel-like will, shocking willpower, and patience. Even though his body was weak, he gritted his teeth and finished all of this.

And the result of completing it was ... He was so tired that he couldn't even stand up.

Creak creak

When brother Jue finished the last meter and fell to the ground to catch his breath, the door was pulled open, and a pair of eyes appeared.

"I say ... What are you doing?" Then, the voice of the male nurse from this morning came from outside the door.

From the word 'exactly' in his sentence, it was clear that this was not the first time he had asked brother Jue this question.

In fact, during the few regular patrols earlier; the nurse had already noticed Feng bujue's strange behavior. Because every time he came to the door to look inside ... Feng bujue would immediately stop his training and rest on the spot, gasping for air.

Once or twice was fine, but if it happened four or five times in the afternoon ... The nurse would definitely be a little curious.

However, Feng bujue's answer was the same every time."Hah ... Hah ..." Usually, he would start with two heavy breaths, and then repeat,"water ... I want to drink water ... Give me water!"

"Tsk ... Just wait." The caretaker responded with a noncommittal attitude and left.

About seven minutes later, when he was done with the inspection, he pushed a cart that was supplied with drinking water to the door of Feng bujue's room.

" 3232, here's your water." When the nurse said this, she had already opened the food delivery board under the door and handed in a paper cup full of water.

When Feng bujue saw the water, he immediately jumped up from the ground; picked up the cup, and gulped it down; in one breath; he finished the paper cup that could hold about three hundred milliliters of water; After drinking, he wiped his mouth and turned to the caretaker outside the door.""Excuse me, another cup!"

According to the hospital's regulations, when a patient asked for their basic living needs (such as drinking water, toilet paper, medical help, etc.), They had to give a response. Otherwise, it would be considered abuse.

Therefore, the nurse could only continue to pour water for brother Jue outside the door.

Of course, it did not mean that the patient's request in this aspect could be met endlessly. There were also clear requirements for "drinking water" and "toilet paper".

For example, Shui Qianqian had to give the patient one cup of water at a time. If she wanted a second cup, she had to finish the first cup of water and return the cup. Only then would the nurse fill the second cup with water.

As for toilet paper, the rules were even more strict. The caretaker had to enter the ward and check that there were less than five toilet paper in the patient's ward before she was allowed to get a new roll of toilet paper. In addition, the length of toilet paper that white sand mental hospital provided to these patients to be detained alone was less than half the length of a normal roll ...

The audience with better reasoning ability should have already seen that ... The restrictions on the two consumables were also set up to prevent prisoners from committing suicide.

Although not everyone could think of using water and toilet paper to commit suicide, there was indeed a patient who played with "Buddha's face on gold paper "(an elegant name for an extremely cruel water torture in ancient China) in his own Ward and successfully played himself to death.

"You little rascal ... Are you doing that?" When the caretaker filled Feng bujue's second glass of water, she read from the door,"I'm warning you ... If you want to do it, put 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 much to the man, so he smiled and accepted the second glass of water.

When he was drinking the second glass of water, brother Jue had clearly slowed down. It wasn't that he couldn't drink too quickly, but he was afraid that he would lose his osteal effect ...

Then, he asked for a third cup of water from the nurse. After the nurse delivered the cup, he said that this cup was enough.

Therefore, the caretaker left the glass 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, so that he would not be unable to eat because he had drunk too much.

If this was Feng bujue's first day here, he might have thought ... The nurse's warning was out of kindness. However, at that moment, brother Jue heard a different message from that sentence.

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On the third day, at dawn.

Feng bujue woke up with a pain that spread throughout his body.

This kind of soreness was experienced by many people. It usually appeared the day after some kind of overload exercise. In the field of Sports Medicine, this symptom was called "delayed muscular ache."

Personally, I think this disease can be described as a "hangover", such as "su acid" or something ...

If we were to compare life to a role-playing game, Su Su was at least a mini-BOSS monster. Although it was not as powerful as a demon-level existence like procrastination, it was undeniable that countless players with weak wills were defeated by it when they were on their way to baldness ... No, on the way to fitness.

Thankfully, Feng bujue was not one of them.

As a warrior who had once defeated "Su SU's soreness," he was already mentally prepared for the soreness all over his body. He had already used some kind of psychological suggestion method to transform this feeling into soreness ...

"Hmm ... With my current physical condition, it's impossible for me to complete the training target in five hours ..." Feng bujue opened his eyes and thought of this."So ... I have to start now ..."

He did as he thought. With a flip, he did push-ups.

At this moment, even though his body was in great pain ... He did not have any intention of giving up. In fact, he did not even waver in the slightest.

When his body said,"there's no need to do it to such a standard," his spirit said,"it's meaningless if you don't do it to such a standard." When his body said,"it doesn't matter if you don't make a few," his spirit said,"it doesn't matter if you don't make one." And when his body said,'if I don't stop now, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on much longer'... Feng bujue stopped and rested for a while. After all, he could not force it ...

Just like that, unknowingly, it was time to wash up again.

The two caretakers were already waiting outside the door. Feng bujue did not make them wait for long. He quickly got ready and followed the two out of the room.

They turned right after going out and walked straight down the corridor before coming to a bathroom.

Under the watch of two nurses, Feng bujue used a toothbrush made of special material (the same memory material as his plates and utensils) to brush his teeth and wash his face.

When he was washing his face, brother Jue even asked in a very casual tone,""How often do I shower?"

"Shower once every three days." The nurse on his left replied,"the next time you shower is tomorrow."

"Oh ... Then ..." Feng bujue wanted to find out more.

But the nurse interrupted him.""If you're done washing up, it's time for breakfast."

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Light, white light.

Suddenly, the white light from the ward appeared before Feng bujue's eyes again.

"It's here again ..." After he regained consciousness, he cursed,"as expected ... It's another F * cking memory loss ..."

As he mumbled, he changed from a prone position to a sitting position. Then, he opened his mouth wide and put his hand into his mouth.

After a few seconds of groping, he successfully took out ... A pinch of tendons from the gaps between his teeth.

"Hmm ..." After studying the food residue for a while, Feng bujue mumbled,"as for minced pork ..." He paused for two seconds before adding,"that should be the meat bun."

As he spoke, he rolled up his pants and looked at his left Shin.

He didn't know when it happened, but there were two nail marks on the skin of his calf ... The marks weren't too serious and didn't cause him to bleed, but they did hurt his skin and left two marks that wouldn't fade away in a short time.

"Two, is that so ..." After Feng bujue saw the two nail marks, he thought to himself, other than meat buns, what else is there ... Is it something like the skin of a bun that can be dissolved by saliva, or something that can't be stuck between one's teeth ..."At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind." Oh ... It might be liquid food like soy milk or tofu ..."

After confirming the information, he sat cross-legged and thought,""Today's memory fragments came slightly later than yesterday. Yesterday's memory only stopped at the corridor, but today's memory fragments came after I washed up and was about to go for breakfast ...

"According to the 'from big to small' and 'from dry to watery' principle that I set up in the morning, I must have eaten the bun first and then drank something.

"Considering the process of making the buns, it's obviously not convenient to add medicine during the making process. After making it, he directly sprinkled it on the skin of the bun, which was too obvious ... He could tell even if he ate it.

"Therefore, the preliminary deduction is that ... At least today 's' medicine 'was put in soy milk or tofu."

While he was thinking about all this, Feng bujue stood up from the ground and started to do a squat.

"Then ... To sum it up ..." Brother Jue also wanted to use his brain to distract himself from the intense pain in his leg muscles."There is a kind of memory-suppressing drug in breakfast every day. It can cause the memory to disappear for a certain period of time before and after taking the drug. There seems to be a small amount of marijuana in lunch. In a sense ... It's considered a benefit ... Finally, sleeping pills were added to dinner. It will make the patient fall asleep before the lights go out and wake up one to two hours before the lights turn on. "

"Phew ..." He adjusted his breathing and thought again,"lunch and dinner are easy to handle. It won't take long for me to test which type of food they put the medicine in. The problem lies in that breakfast ... I have to find a way to cooperate with 'myself at that time' to find out the truth in this memory blind spot."