All Worlds Madhouse

From this point of view, it seems that I haven't eaten for a long time.

But then, he found a lunch box in a corner next to the door, which should have been inserted through the small window under the door.

Wayne immediately moved over. Since his hands were tied in a crossed position by the straitjacket, it was difficult for him to even open the lid of the lunch box, but fortunately, he finally opened it.

The food inside should be some liquid food and simple bread cubes. I don’t know how long it has been there, and it has already cooled down. But Bruce Wayne no longer has the intention to care about it. He wolfed down the food and stuffed it into himself. mouth.

About three minutes later.

Bruce Wayne struggled to finish his first meal after waking up, and the vague feeling of fullness eased the pain in his body. Then he leaned against the wall and began to think about everything he had experienced, because there was nothing else he could do.

First of all, the biggest problem I face is whether I am mentally ill. Is the so-called "Batman" just a figment of my imagination, or is this group of mental hospital nurses deceiving me?

In fact, this is easy to verify. Bruce Wayne stood up and then jumped with all his strength.

"Batman" is a strong man. His vertical jump can reach about 2 meters, which is almost the peak that a human can reach. If he is really Batman, then he should be able to reach more than 1.5 meters at worst. the height of.

However, the moment Wayne jumped up with all his strength, he discovered that his muscles could not bear the explosive force, and he fell to the ground.

Well, although Wayne doesn't want to admit it, the strength of these muscles is that of an ordinary person.

Next, he carried out many experiments without giving up, such as sprinting, jumping off walls, and standing up like a carp using only the strength of his waist and abdomen. As a result, Wayne had to admit that what 'Batman' did was He possesses strength, speed, and physical flexibility that he doesn't possess in any of them.

In the end, Wayne could only pin his hope on his last memory, the shot that the child gave him.

The gunshot must have hit the left side of his skull and entered his forehead. Although he was saved for some unknown reason, the muzzle of the gun probably would not disappear no matter what.

So, Wayne desperately raised his hand to a position where he could touch his forehead.

Then he touched a piece of smooth skin

Yes, there were no gunshot wounds at all, let alone any traces of surgery.

Wayne finally collapsed on the ground exhausted. Well, this can finally explain why I was shot in the head, but I still survived. The reason is that I was not shot at all, it was just a person who existed. False experiences in my own crazy fantasies.

Am I really just a mental patient? A mental patient who killed his parents?

A fatal sadness emerged from Wayne's heart, making him almost accept this fact, but...

"No, I can't accept this ending. There must be something hidden, but I haven't discovered it yet. I can't be crazy! It's impossible!"

Just like all madmen cannot admit that they are mad, both Bruce Wayne and the imaginary Batman have a firm belief that is almost paranoid. At present, as long as I don't want to believe it, I will deny it at all costs.

So Wayne started looking around.

In fact, there is nothing to search here at all. After all, apart from the cushioning cotton, it is the ceiling that you cannot get. However, Wayne still spared no effort and began to press every inch of the buffer layer with his hands. Although he didn't know the meaning of doing so, he felt that it was better than lying there and accepting the reality.

In this way, he touched and pressed until he had touched all the four walls he could reach, then he lay down again and began to check the floor.

What surprised him was that a miracle really happened.

On one side of the cotton layer near the door, Wayne unexpectedly found a small gap.

The gap is very small, it must have been cut by something. If you don't buckle it yourself, you will never find it.

Wayne quickly put his fingers in and squeezed away the cotton accumulated inside. He seemed to have touched something hard.

Due to his posture, Wayne could only lie sideways, lying on the ground, and pick it out with one finger, so it took him a full 5 minutes to pull it out.

What surprised him even more was that the hard thing turned out to be a key!

"Who hid this key here?"

"What is this key for?"

Wayne subconsciously thought of these questions, but these are not the key. The key is, what can he do with this key now?

Looking at the entire area that I can access, the only place where I can use the 'key' seems to be my own bondage.

Yes, Wayne's bondage is the strongest style. Compared with the model that is only fixed with straps, this model also has a lock, which is right behind the clothing, and all the restraints are folded together. And it's locked, which means that even if a second person wants to help you unlock the straitjacket, he can't do anything as long as he doesn't have the key.

And this key...couldn't be this bondage.

Although it was unbelievable, Wayne had nothing else to do now, so he decided to give it a try.

As for how a person uses a key to open the lock behind his back, well, that is a question.

But maybe mental patients really have broad ideas. Wayne actually thought of a way.

He stuffed the key into the gap between the two cushioning layers of cotton on the wall and clamped it so that only the serrated tip of the key stood out. Then, he turned around and tried little by little to see if he could get it out. Aim the key at the keyhole on the back and insert it.

This kind of operation is indeed feasible in theory, but in practice, it is undoubtedly equivalent to throwing a stone into the pond with your eyes closed, which just knocks out a fish.

But Mr. Wayne has nothing now, all he has is time, so he tries again and again.

In this way, more than 5 hours passed.

Wayne suddenly felt a slight 'breakthrough' behind his back.

Accompanied by a soft 'click' sound.

He succeeded!