On the seventh day, in the evening.
"It's time for dinner," The caretaker outside knocked on the door twice and then stuffed the plates in.
Feng bujue walked to the door silently. He glanced at the food for the day and then picked up the plate to walk to the toilet.
He didn't rush into action. Instead, he first confirmed through the sound that the caretaker outside the door had gone far away before he picked up the toilet paper he had prepared in advance, wrapped all the rice, and threw it into the sewer.
Then, he returned to the door and began to eat.
After a short while, he finished the rest of the food on the plate and put the empty plate and cutlery back behind the door.
It ends here ...
Everything was going according to his plan ...
Half an hour later, someone retrieved the utensils through the food delivery board.
After another hour or so, finally ... With the sound of four keys being pressed, the door to the ward opened.
