Not long after, Feng Bujue meticulously ate nearly all of the noodles that hadn't been touched by the sauce. Then, he mixed the remaining noodles and sauce together.

After this treatment, judging solely from what was left in the bowl, there was nothing amiss.

Besides, the orderlies wouldn't particularly scrutinize the patients' leftovers anyway… They only needed to confirm that the patient had eaten at least sixty percent of everything.

And so, fifteen minutes later, when the orderlies saw that all three patients had stopped eating, they came over to collect the plates.

The staff member responsible for serving the meals simply dumped the collected trays and leftover food into the trash can beneath the cart, and then pushed the cart away.

At this point, breakfast time should have been over.

But… the orderlies didn't take the three patients away from the room.

On the contrary, the six of them actually left with the food service worker…

"Ho~ what's going on here…" After they had all left and closed the door to the room, Brother Jue thought to himself, "Could it be… they're going to use some kind of remote control device to remove the metal bands on us, and have us three engage in a steel cage match or some passionate wrestling?"

This conjecture was merely Brother Jue's internal grumbling; he understood… that was absolutely impossible.

Such a development would inevitably leave scars on the patients, or even lead to serious injury or death. Even if the effects of the medication erased the memory afterward, it couldn't erase the physical damage.

Therefore, Feng Bujue was quite certain that no physical conflict would occur next.

However, he genuinely couldn't imagine… what kind of change was about to happen.

Because Brother Jue understood himself very well. He knew that… yesterday, the day before, every day… the "Feng Bujue" during this time period definitely thought about leaving information regarding this memory to himself a few hours later.

But… every day, all he got was information about breakfast; the events that happened between breakfast and the end of the "memory wipe," however, provided absolutely no clues.

And this situation undoubtedly aroused Brother Jue's strong curiosity.

…

"Square nails… round nails… big nails… small nails… black nails… white nails…"

A minute passed quickly.

Skeleton Face's mantra-like muttering grew louder and louder, and the entire room echoed with his ambiguous lines.

"Say… big brother over there." At this moment, Feng Bujue spoke up. He didn't speak to Skeleton Face, but instead tried to chat with another guy who looked like a perverted serial killer, "Although I understand… you might not be able to answer me, I'll still ask… do you know what's going to happen next?"

The man clearly heard these words, but he only turned his head to glance at Brother Jue, and didn't answer anything.

Time flowed by in this subtle atmosphere.

As this unproductive and inexplicable process dragged on, Feng Bujue grew increasingly uneasy.

Today, he didn't need to leave any information for himself a few hours later, because he hadn't taken the amnesia medication. And what made him uneasy was precisely—even if he wanted to leave something, there was nothing to leave; because nothing was happening.

He just sat there with those two strange patients for half an hour, constantly lost in thought.

Just as he was starting to plan on banging his head on the table to see if anyone would come to pay attention to him… suddenly, the exit door opened.

Six orderlies walked in, chatting and laughing, and successively unlocked the three patients from their chairs, preparing to take them back to their wards.

It was only at this moment that Feng Bujue finally understood the truth from the orderlies' conversations and the smells on their breaths.

And that truth… made him feel a strong sense of frustration.

In fact, nothing special happened during that period of time; the orderlies' purpose in leaving the three patients here was simply—to let them air out.

According to the regulations of the higher authorities, even patients in solitary confinement had to be guaranteed one "airing out" session each day; and in order to simplify matters, the hospital ultimately came up with the idea of—every morning, after the patients came out to wash up (because there was no running water in the ward, they had to come out to wash), they would conveniently take them to this "sunlit" room for breakfast. After breakfast, they would leave the three of them here for a while, which would count as airing out.

And while these three were sitting in the room in a daze, the staff responsible for "checking the wards" could also conveniently inspect their rooms; first, to see if they had created any abnormalities in the room, and second, to check the hygiene situation… Anyway, as long as there was no serious pollution (such as the patient smearing feces on the walls, or spitting and urinating everywhere), the staff wouldn't specifically do any cleaning.

In addition, why did the orderlies go out?

The answer was even simpler… because they had to eat breakfast too.

Speaking of which… Brother Jue was truly wronged. In the past twenty-odd days, he had never left any particularly serious stains in the room, so when the staff checked his room… they would just leave after looking, without any cleaning or tidying up at all.

Even if they had cleaned it once, Feng Bujue would have deduced the truth about "breakfast time." Unfortunately, not once…

As for… why put the "amnesia drug" in the breakfast?

At this time, Feng Bujue belatedly realized… this drug didn't seem to be meant to make him forget the memories within a specific time period; in reality, this was just the medication that this mental hospital used to "treat mental illness."

On the first day he arrived here, the first thing the orderly outside the door said to him was: "I'm warning you, if you dare shout 'Gepoo' or 'Rankyaku' and attack me again… it won't be as simple as changing rooms and increasing the dosage… you can just wait for electroshock therapy."

And this sentence already revealed a very important piece of information, namely—the hospital didn't deliberately hide the fact that they were medicating Brother Jue, and that the dosage was even increased.

So… how was the "medicine" being administered to him?

Now it seemed clear—breakfast, mixed with some kind of unidentified, enhanced-dose "neuroleptic"; lunch, adding something that made people feel happy, similar to marijuana, probably to combat depression; dinner… sleeping pills, no explanation needed.

In other words, Feng Bujue's memory loss wasn't some kind of conspiracy, but simply a side effect of the medication…

The "memory wipe" phenomenon that occurred when Feng Bujue saw Doctor Yuan was also good evidence—if the hospital had deliberately made him experience memory loss, then Doctor Yuan wouldn't have chosen to conduct the examination in the morning, nor would he have felt puzzled by Brother Jue's sudden memory lapse.

…

"What the hell." After returning to his ward, Feng Bujue quickly figured out the whole story.

And after figuring it out, he naturally felt even more frustrated…

"Ah… I really despise myself…" Feng Bujue collapsed on the ground, "Investigated for so long, thinking it was a crucial part… but it turned out to be the most insignificant…"

His frustration lasted for less than two minutes, then, he flipped over… and started doing push-ups.

In the end… whether this investigation took a roundabout route, or quickly clarified things, the difference wasn't that great for him… the latter would simply have taken up more time.

Time was the one thing that the current Feng Bujue had the most of.

Every day, from the moment he opened his eyes, he had nothing but "free time" except for eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom.

And in this freely allocated time, Feng Bujue was working hard towards only one goal—escape.

As early as after that conversation with Doctor Yuan, an escape plan had already formed in Feng Bujue's mind; he was a very efficient executor, so… the moment that thought germinated, he immediately began exercising.

A strong physique was one of the basic conditions for a successful "jailbreak."

A fatty who was panting after running two steps, a skinny guy whose body was as weak as a refugee, and a muscular man who could parkour like he was taking a stroll… it was obvious which of the three had a higher success rate in the activity of escaping.

Feng Bujue's plan was… to spend two to three months transforming his body, and during this period, he needed to collect as much information as possible to formulate a more concrete escape plan.

Currently, there were five days left in the first month, and Brother Jue's gains during this month were also quite good.

He had already mastered the daily activity schedule related to himself, the complete diet for all three meals, the drug distribution situation, and the supply requirements for "daily necessities," etc.

Even if he were to escape right now, he would have a certain degree of confidence.

However… he still planned to wait; because his body was indeed a bit weak… even though he had been training for more than twenty days, he had only barely improved to the level of a normal young adult. According to Feng Bujue's idea, he had to train to the point where he could kill people with his bare hands before he could execute the plan…

"Ah… after all, it's a body that hasn't done any exercise for more than ten years… every day is so refreshing…" Brother Jue muttered as he did push-ups, "Fortunately, this body isn't the type that easily gains weight, otherwise I would have to spend several months losing fat first…

"In addition, I have to thank the diet here; overall, it's relatively balanced in all aspects, with carbohydrates, meat protein, and vegetable fiber all available… although it's not as good as a diet specially customized for fitness, having this kind of combination is already very good. If I were really locked up in a concentration camp-like place, then the difficulty of improving my physical fitness would be even greater…"

While thinking, he had already done fifty push-ups.

In terms of this body's physical fitness, he had to stop and rest after reaching this number, otherwise it would be bad for the muscles.

"Huff… there's still quite a while before the next inspection, I'd better take it off first." As soon as Feng Bujue caught his breath, 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, he didn't just take off his clothes, he didn't even spare his pants…

So why was that? You'll understand if you keep reading.

"There's enough toilet paper too, very good…" After stripping himself completely naked, Feng Bujue walked to the corner of the room, preparing to get the toilet paper.

Here, I must declare that if you're thinking dirty at this moment, it's your problem… it's not that I wrote it dirty…

"Life is originally a play~ why bother caring too much about grievances~" Brother Jue picked up the roll of toilet paper and started humming; while humming, he slowly unrolled the toilet paper and wrapped it around his body in a certain pattern.

This scene… was indeed a bit strange.

If an orderly happened to pass by and inspect the ward at this moment, opening the viewing panel would reveal a naked man slowly "wrapping" himself in toilet paper, humming a tune…

If I were that orderly, I might think that I opened it the wrong way, reopen it once, and after confirming a second time, silently leave and ask the doctor for some psychiatric medication, so as to forever banish this memory from my mind…

Okay, back to the topic.

"I laugh triumphantly~ I laugh triumphantly~" By the time Brother Jue sang to the climax of the second verse of this song, he had already finished wrapping the toilet paper.

Because he did this every day, and had to repeat it several times, his technique was now quite skilled.

After finishing, Feng Bujue began jogging in this "toilet paper sportswear"…

In short, after running for nearly forty minutes, Feng Bujue estimated that the inspection time was approaching; he immediately stopped running, and with the fastest speed, took off those tissues that were completely soaked with sweat, divided them into clumps and threw them into the sewer (the drainpipe in this ward was the kind that could directly throw paper into), and then put on his clothes again with great speed.

Before long, the orderly came; the other party didn't even say hello, just opened the viewing panel on the upper section of the door and glanced inside, and what he saw was Feng Bujue… everything was normal, he was wearing a relatively dry patient uniform, and was using a tissue to wipe his face.

"Excuse me… can I have a glass of water?" At the moment of making eye contact with the orderly, Brother Jue also casually said.

Seeing this, I'm sure everyone has guessed it… this was Feng Bujue's method of covering up the fact that "he was exercising."

On the second day, he didn't consider the problem of "sweating," so he made the clothes on his body all wet that day, slightly arousing the orderly's suspicion.

Therefore, after he took a bath and changed into a set of clothes, he implemented this strategy, which was why… the orderly reported to Doctor Yuan that "3232 has been using toilet paper especially fast lately."