Chapter 5 Key?!
It seems that I have not eaten for a long time.
But then, he found a lunch box in a corner next to the door, which should have been stuffed in from a small window below the door.
Wayne immediately came over, and because his hands were tied into a crossed position, it made him very difficult to 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 left there, but Bruce Wayne has no time to care about these things anymore. He swallowed the food into his mouth.
About three minutes later.
Bruce Wayne struggled to complete his first meal after waking up, and the vague feeling of fullness relieved his body's pain. Then he leaned against the wall and began to think about all that he had experienced, because he had nothing else to do.
First of all, the biggest problem I face is... whether I am mentally ill, whether the so-called "Batman" was imagined by myself, or whether this group of mental hospital nurses were deceiving me.
Actually, this is easy to verify. Bruce Wayne stood up and then jumped with all his might.
"Batman" is a strong man. His vertical bounce 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 a height of more than 1.5 meters at the worst.
However, the moment Wayne jumped up desperately, he found that his muscles could not bear much explosive power at all. He fell to the ground as soon as he softened.
Well, although Wayne is unwilling to admit it, but... the strength of this muscle is just an ordinary person.
Next, he unwillingly conducted many experiments, such as sprinting, jumping on the wall, and standing up with only the strength of the waist and abdomen, "carp thrust". As a result, Wayne had to admit that he had no power, speed, and physical flexibility that he possessed.
In the end, Wayne could only place his hopes on his last memory, the child gave him a shot.
The shot should have been shot into the front of the forehead with his left skull. Although he was rescued for some reason, no matter what, the gun should not disappear.
So Wayne tried his best to lift his hand to the position where he could touch his forehead.
Then... he touched a piece of smooth skin...
Yes, there were no gunshot wounds there, and there were no traces of surgery left behind.
Wayne finally collapsed on the ground exhausted. Well, now he can finally explain why I was shot in the head, but I still survived because... I was not shot at all. It was just a false experience that existed in my crazy fantasy.
Am I... really just a mentally ill person? Is he who killed his parents?
A fatal sorrow surged from Wayne's heart, making him almost accept this fact, but...
"No, I can't accept this ending. Something must have been hidden. But I haven't discovered it yet. I can't be a lunatic! I can't!"
Just as all madmen cannot admit that they are madmen, whether it is Bruce Wayne or the fantasy Batman, they all have a firm belief that is almost paranoid, and that kind of attitude of "even if the facts are in front of me, as long as I don't want to believe it, I will deny it at all costs."
So, Wayne began to search around.
In fact, there is nothing to search here. After all, except for the cushioning cotton, it is the ceiling that he cannot get. However, Wayne still spared no effort to press every inch of the cushioning layer with his hands. Although he didn't know what the meaning of doing this was, he felt that it was better than lying there to accept reality.
In this way, he touched and pressed until he had touched all the four walls he could reach, and then lay down and began to check the floor.
What surprised him was that... a miracle really happened.
On the side of the cotton layer near the door, Wayne actually found a small gap.
The gap is very small, and it should have been cut open by something. If you don’t deduct it yourself, you will definitely not be able to find it.
Wayne quickly reached his finger in and squeezed away the cotton piled up inside. He seemed to have touched something hard.
Due to his posture, Wayne could only lean on his side, lying on the ground, and use one finger to pick it up, so he buckled it for 5 minutes before he could pick it out.
What surprised him even more was that...that 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 you can access, the only place where you can use the "key" seems to be your own restraint clothing.
Yes, Wayne's bondage clothing is the most sturdy style. Compared to the model that is only fixed with belts, this model also has a lock, which is right behind the clothes. All the bondage belts are stacked together and locked, which makes it impossible for a second person to help you untie the bondage clothing as long as there is no key.
And this key...is not the one in this restraint garment.
Although it was a bit incredible, Wayne had nothing else to do now, so he decided to give it a try.
As for how a person uses a key to unlock the lock behind him...well...this is a question.
But maybe it's really a mentally ill person who has a wide range of ideas... Wayne really thought of a way.
He stuffed the key into the gap between the two buffer cotton layers on the wall, clamped it, and only let the serrated tip of the key stick out vertically. Then, he turned around and tried little by little whether he could point the key at the key hole behind it and insert it into it.
This kind of operation is indeed feasible in theory, but in practice, it is undoubtedly equivalent to closing your eyes and throwing a stone into the pond, just knocking a fish out of the way.
But Mr. Wayne has nothing now, and he only has time, so he tried again and again.
Just like that, more than 5 hours have passed.
Wayne suddenly felt a slight sense of "breakthrough" behind him.
Accompanied by a 'click' sound.
Chapter completed!