Chapter 94 The Ninety-Fourth Day

In the days that followed, Feng Bujue simply gave up all pretense.

Though he still stopped exercising and asked for water whenever the orderly passed by on his rounds, he no longer bothered to change out of his patient's gown to work out.

Anyway, with his current physical abilities... completing his daily training quota wasn't too strenuous. It wasn't like the first few days when he'd be drenched in sweat after just a little exertion.

And so, the days passed, one by one.

The "day" Feng Bujue planned to execute his plan... was getting closer and closer.

...

Day ninety-four, evening.

Today was blood test day, and it was also the "escape day" that Feng Bujue had been waiting for.

Two hours after dinner, Doctor Zhang and the orderly entered the ward on time.

And at this moment, Feng Bujue was naturally awake...

He waited quietly for Doctor Zhang to take his blood pressure and calmly faked his way through the stethoscope examination of his heartbeat and breathing.

Just as he heard Doctor Zhang take out the syringe, suddenly...

Feng Bujue, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his foot, and tripped the orderly who was standing beside him.

In that instant, the orderly was naturally shocked and caught off guard; while Doctor Zhang entered a state of shock, retreating to the wall with a look of panic.

Only Feng Bujue... had a clear goal and acted with incredible speed. He lunged forward, picked up the empty syringe that Doctor Zhang had dropped on the ground, and before the orderly could get up, grabbed Doctor Zhang, held him by the throat, and held him in front of himself as a hostage.

"Don't move!" Brother Jue, having taken control of the situation, immediately shouted at the orderly and held the syringe to Doctor Zhang's neck.

Doctor Zhang was around fifty years old, and his physical fitness was relatively poor for his age, certainly no match for Feng Bujue now; coupled with the fact that he was almost scared shitless, it was obviously impossible to expect him to break free on his own.

"Don't do anything rash..." the orderly said as he retreated toward the door.

"Take another step back, and I'll kill him." Feng Bujue saw through the other party's intentions, immediately replied in a cold tone, and stuck the needle slightly into Doctor Zhang's skin.

"Ah--ah... don't! Don't!" In the next second, Doctor Zhang screamed like a woman, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, and could only repeat the word "don't" over and over again.

"Okay, okay... I won't move, I won't move... you... you don't do anything rash." The orderly was also stunned; he could see that Feng Bujue was serious.

"As long as you don't try anything funny, I won't kill people indiscriminately." Seeing that the other party really didn't move, Feng Bujue pulled the syringe back a little. "Now, please face the wall, stick to the wall... and slowly move over there." Then, Brother Jue issued an instruction to the orderly.

The latter had no choice but to comply.

"I advise you not to have any funny ideas... there are many ways to kill a person, in addition to 'injecting air,' there are some faster and more direct methods; you two also know that I usually exercise, even without this syringe, it's very easy for me to kill someone with my bare hands..."

While the other party was moving, Feng Bujue continued to say similar things; after all, this room was very small, and the orderly was quite strong. If he suddenly pounced on him, the result would be hard to say... Therefore, Brother Jue used verbal tactics to attract the other party's attention, preventing him from thinking about other things, and continued to apply psychological pressure, suppressing the idea of resistance.

"Stop! Okay, just stop there, now... slowly lie down." After the orderly came to the corner farther away from the door, Feng Bujue ordered again.

"You can't escape..." the orderly said as he complied. "Take advantage of the fact that there haven't been any casualties yet and stop now..."

"Thank you for your advice." But Feng Bujue replied in an almost lazy tone, "Unfortunately... I don't see any benefit in stopping, and I don't see much cost in not stopping."

He was right. For him... stopping now meant failure and facing even stricter conditions of confinement in the future; but continuing to act meant the possibility of success; even if he still failed in the end... the result was no different from stopping anyway, since he was already serving a life sentence without parole.

"Doctor Zhang, for the sake of your current wife and children, and your previous wife and children... I suggest you cooperate with me." After responding to the orderly, Feng Bujue said in a deep voice to Doctor Zhang in front of him, "If you die at the hands of a lunatic who has no ability to pay civil compensation, it will undoubtedly be an unbearable blow to your family."

"You... how do you know I..." Doctor Zhang asked almost instinctively after hearing this.

"Of course I know." Feng Bujue didn't even wait for him to finish his question before continuing, "The first time I saw you, I knew that you had divorced a long time ago; your child with your ex-wife is about to go to college; your current wife is about ten years younger than you, and your child is still in kindergarten; you use a manual razor to shave, you can't take a shit without reading something, and you never take off your watch when you wash your hands... It's not because you forgot, it's just because you're too lazy to take it off, because that Omega of yours is fake..."

As Feng Bujue said more and more, Doctor Zhang's expression changed drastically, and even the orderly lying on the ground felt surprised in his heart.

Obviously, everything Brother Jue said... was correct.

This level of deduction was just basic skill for Feng Bujue. Through observation during his face-to-face contact with Doctor Zhang, he had already grasped a lot of information; coupled with the occasional conversations he heard when he was in contact with the orderly on weekdays, as well as what he heard when he pretended to be asleep... it was not surprising that Brother Jue could say these things.

"Okay, I think you've already understood the main point of what I just said." Then, Brother Jue's deception began, "You can consider what to do next..." He first calculated the costs for the other party, "A patient escaping is the country's problem; your little life being lost... is your own business." Then he began to bluff, "I'm still young, even if I can't escape today, I'll eventually escape one day... it makes no difference to me, but it's different for you... If you cooperate with me today, then everything will be fine, and I won't have any more interaction with your life; but if you don't appreciate my kindness... then, one day, I will make you, your family, and even your descendants... pay the price."

His words, like a cold current... penetrated Doctor Zhang's skin and formed an invisible hand in his body, tightly gripping the latter's heart.

"You... what exactly are you...?" Doctor Zhang didn't even know why he would ask such a question.

"Hmph..." Hearing this, Feng Bujue laughed... a cold laugh, "Haven't you seen my report? Who I am... you should know very well, shouldn't you?"