The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 484 The key? !
From this point of view, I should 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 through the small window under the door.

Wayne immediately leaned over, because his hands were tied into a crossed posture by the restraint clothes, which made it 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’s been there. It’s already completely cold, but Bruce Wayne doesn’t have the heart to care about these anymore. He wolfed down the food and stuffed it into himself. mouth.

After about 3 minutes.

Bruce Wayne struggled to finish his first meal after waking up, and the faint feeling of fullness relieved his physical pain a little.Then he leaned against the wall and thought about what he had been through because he had nothing else to do.

First of all, the biggest problem I faced was whether I was mentally ill, whether the so-called "Batman" was imagined by myself, or the nurses in the mental hospital were deceiving me.

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

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

However, at the moment Wayne jumped up desperately, he found that his muscles could not bear much explosive force at all, and he fell to the ground as soon as he went limp.

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

Next, he carried out a lot of experiments without giving up, such as sprinting, jumping on the wall, and standing up like a carp with only the strength of his waist and abdomen. As a result, Wayne had to admit that what "Batman" said The strength, speed, and flexibility of the body that he possesses are none of which he possesses.

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

The shot should have shot into the frontal lobe against his left skull. Although he was rescued for some reason, no matter what, the muzzle of the gun should not disappear.

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

Then he touched a piece of smooth skin
Yes, there was no gunshot wound 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 survived, the reason is... I was not shot at all, it was just a False experiences in my own crazy fantasy.

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

A deadly bitterness surged from Wayne's heart, making him almost accept the fact like this, but...
"No, I can't accept this ending. There must be something hidden, but I haven't found it yet. I can't be crazy! Impossible!"

Just as it is impossible for all lunatics to admit that they are lunatics, whether it is Bruce Wayne or the fantasy Batman, they all have a firm belief that is almost paranoid. Right now, as long as I don't want to believe it, then I will deny it at all costs' attitude.

So, Wayne started searching around.

In fact, there is nothing to search here at all. After all, apart from the cushioning cotton, it is the ceiling that I can't 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 that he could reach, and then knelt 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 found a small gap.

The gap is very small, it should be cut by something, if you don't close it yourself, you will never find it.

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

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

What surprised him even more was that the hard thing turned out to be a key!
"Who hid the key here?"

"What is this key for?"

Wayne subconsciously thought of these questions, but these are not the key, the key is, what can I use this key for now?
Looking at the entire area that he can touch, the only place where he can use the 'key' seems to be his straitjacket.

Yes, Wayne's bondage suit is the strongest style, and instead of the strap-only model, this one has a lock, right at the back of the suit, and all the straps are folded together, And locked, which means that even if a second person wants to untie the straitjacket for you, as long as there is no key, he can't do anything.

And this key...couldn't be the straitjacket.

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

As for how a person uses a key to open the lock on his back well. That's a question.

But maybe it's really a mental patient with a broad mind. Wayne really thought of a way.

He stuffed the key into the gap between the two cushioning cotton layers on the wall, clamped it, and only let the serrated tip of the key protrude vertically. Then, he turned around and tried a little bit to see if he could put Align the key with the keyhole on the back and insert it.

And 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 happens to stun 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 have passed.

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

Accompanied by a soft 'click'.

He succeeded!
(End of this chapter)