All Worlds Madhouse

A man is lying on the ground.

This man looked about 30 years old and was wearing a white coat, the kind often seen in hospitals, so judging from his clothing alone, he should be a doctor.

The surrounding temperature is a bit cold

So, he slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was a carpet that was almost parallel to the tip of his nose.

There is also a pair of leather shoes walking back and forth not far away.

Of course, this pair of leather shoes cannot be walking on its own, it must be worn on someone's feet.

Therefore, the following conclusions can be drawn at a glance.

First, the man had just passed out.

Second, he was in a room that he couldn't remember for the moment, and the treatment he received was not very good. After all, he was still lying on the ground.

Third, he is not the only one in this room.

At this moment, the pair of leather shoes in front of him turned around, and the owner of the leather shoes must have noticed the opened eyes of the person on the ground.

"Hey, this person is awake too," the man said.

Immediately afterwards, the man came over and leaned down.

Then, with a burst of unkind shouts, and the sound of "papa" and slaps on the face, the lying man gradually regained control of his body.

"Uh-huh--" He groaned a few times, then sat up with difficulty.

Immediately, he also saw the person who had just slapped him awake.

To be honest, if you see this person at first sight, then there is more than half a chance that you will think of him as an alien, and the other half, you will think of him as a deformed patient who has had facial surgery.

Because this person's appearance is really not very traditional, because this guy's face is too long, between his eyes and lips, there is a very exaggerated nose, his eyes are deep, but very narrow and long, you have to With a little more effort, you can find his very pale eyes between the eyelids, and there is a mess of hair just above his eyebrows. I don't know if it is curled or permed intentionally. In short, it made his face look like a football with a ring of instant noodles on top.

Of course, in addition to his weird appearance, this man is also very tall, with thin arms and legs, no muscles, and sloping shoulders. Although the suit looks quite expensive, it doesn't add much to him.

"Are you injured? Can you talk?" Seeing the other person sit up, the long-faced man immediately asked two questions without being gentle at all.

"Cough-cough-it seems like he's not hurt." The man shook his head and replied. While speaking, he also began to look around to see the surrounding situation clearly.

He found that he was in a room that looked like a 'bedroom' because the decoration here was quite iconic. There were clothes racks, tea tables, cabinets, dressing tables, and on one side of the wall, there was a Opposite the door, there is another closed window. The window seems to be a lawn. Anyway, the overall look has a very luxurious retro style, plus the soft carpet under the buttocks and the large table not far away. The bed, um. This must be a bedroom, it's not empty, and it's very spacious.

Because, in the bedroom at this moment, besides myself and the long-faced brother in front of me, there were five other people.

Since his mind is still a little confused right now, he doesn't have time to take a closer look at what these people look like. In short, he roughly knows that there are seven people in this room, including himself, five men and two women.

At this moment, the other six people were standing, all their eyes focused on themselves.

"Well, since everyone is awake now, I think we should seize the time to introduce ourselves. What do you think?" Before the person sitting here could completely recover from the dizziness, the person in front of him 'Long Face' straightened up and expressed his thoughts to everyone.

Upon hearing this, the man understood that before he woke up, the other six people should have just woken up. Maybe they had some communication with each other, but it was probably only a few words. Because you can tell by looking at the expressions between these people that they don't even know each other's names.

"Well, that's a good suggestion. How about we start with you?" As soon as he finished speaking, a man leaning against the door answered.

This man's voice is very soft, which is completely opposite to his image, because the first impression of this guy is that he is thick and stocky. He must be over forty years old. He is only a little over 1.60 meters tall and has a large head. He has a typical 'egg-shaped head', very round, and his hair is slightly bald, but his mustache is maintained very thickly. He is wearing a men's dress and looks very sophisticated, but the buttons of the dress are not fastened, because His belly is too big. Oh, by the way, he also wears a pair of gloves, which gives off a feeling of "I have a mysophobia".

"Oh, of course." The long-faced man smiled and said, "My name is Carl Allen. I am thirty-two years old and a writer." After that, he said directly to the person who just answered the phone: "You Woolen cloth?"

However, the man smiled politely, and then replied unhurriedly: "You lied"

This sudden sentence made everyone look at the 'long-faced man'.

"Lying?" the long-faced man asked in confusion.

"Yes, lying. Your name is not Carl Allen at all." The fat man said calmly: "The reason why you call yourself Carl Allen is entirely because you saw the embroidered "Karl Field" in the lower left corner of the bed sheet. ] brand label, so I casually made up the name [Carl] for myself, and the last name Allen is when you see this person."

As he spoke, he pointed to the one who was still sitting on the ground and who woke up last.

"Because he has an oriental face, you subconsciously thought of the word [alien]. At this moment, I asked you your name, so your mind automatically [alien] became the surname [allan], so you casually said the name [Carl Allen]."

As soon as these words came out, the long-faced brother was stunned at first, and then smiled: "Haha, come on, you may have found yourself suddenly waking up in this strange environment, so you seem a little nervous, my real name is Karl. Allen"

"Haha, I don't think so, oh, I haven't finished yet." The fat man continued: "Not only is your name made up, your occupation is also made up, because you are not a writer at all, and your clothes are not new. It has been worn for a long time, and there are wrinkles on the elbow and knee joints, but it is very flat at the thighs, butt, and waist. This shows that you are not a person who can calm down and sit at the table to write. You have been wearing it for a long time. They are all moving, and so are the leather shoes. Both sides have deformed with your feet, which proves that you have at least run more than a hundred kilometers in these shoes, and you are used to leaving the collar and wrists of your suits open. You often masturbate. Doing things with your sleeves rolled up, right, but it’s hard to imagine that a writer has the habit of wearing a suit when writing in front of a typewriter. Even if you do, then you are still a traditional writer who is used to writing with a pen in hand, because this It can be interpreted as 'you are afraid of rubbing ink on your sleeves', but in fact, your fingers rarely touch things like pens. Even the children on the street can see this. So, I guess you are very Maybe a salesman, or a reporter or something.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the 'long-faced man' with suspicious eyes.

As for the long-faced man, he didn't explain anything. He just followed these words and fell into deep thought.

A few weird seconds passed.

"Well, my name is indeed not 'Carl Allen'." He suddenly said: "I made up that name on the fly, and the process of making it up was exactly the same as what the bearded man said. And I made this name up because I couldn’t remember what my name was.”

No one in the crowd spoke, they just looked at him quietly, but a strange atmosphere began to fill the bedroom.

"Not only can I not remember my name, but I also don't remember who I am and what profession I have been engaged in. Of course, I don't know where this place is or how I got here." The man continued. Said: "Oh, by the way, just now, I was saying my name 'Carl Allen', and this uncle exposed me, and when I said these words just now, I was also observing you. So, now I can almost conclude that everyone here is the same as me, and they can’t remember this. Right?”

As soon as these words came out!

Finally, there seemed to be some faint exhalations from the crowd, as if they had finally taken a breath.

"Oh, well, I finally don't have to pretend. I thought I was the only one who couldn't remember." A person who looked like a high school student said.

"So... that is to say, we are all the same," another person said, spreading his hands.

"Not necessarily, maybe someone still remembers something." Another woman said: "Well, just to be on the safe side, does anyone still remember their name, or why they came here?"

"." No one responded.

Well, it turns out that in this room, among the seven people, no one knows who they are, let alone how they got here.

So in that case, let’s take this opportunity to introduce these seven people one by one.

The first are the three that have been introduced.

One is the 'doctor' in a white coat who woke up last.

The second one is the ‘long-faced man’ standing in front of the doctor.

The third one is the ‘bearded man’ who just exposed the long-faced man’s lies.

In addition to these three, there are two men and two women.

One of them was a very young man, he looked to be no more than 20 years old. Like the doctor, he also had an oriental face and a well-proportioned figure. Judging from the school uniform, he seemed to be a Japanese high school student. From the beginning, he seemed to have a keen interest in everyone and the surrounding environment. Although he never said much, his eyes were constantly observing everywhere.

The last man is a man with a very low sense of presence and a very silent person. He only said a few words or two from beginning to end. His voice has no confidence, but there is something unlikable in his tone. It feels condescending. He should be in his 30s, but he has a baby face, is not tall, has a little stubble, and has very fair skin. Generally speaking, he is the kind of person who looks good even though he is older. He has a somewhat 'cute' image, but his eyes suddenly give off a gloomy and cunning flavor to his entire temperament.

Enough said gentlemen. Let’s talk about the two women.

One of the women is a woman of obvious Eastern and Western mixed ancestry. She is between 25 and 30 years old. She has shoulder-length black hair. She is not very beautiful, but she stands out very clearly. The word "seductive" is not reflected in her clothes and makeup, but in her charming eyes. They are very slender, and the corners of the eyes are raised upward at a subtle angle, and they are also slightly tilted. Yes, there is a faint smile on the corners of her mouth. However, if someone has eyes behind her, you can find that when no one is paying attention to her, this woman's eyes will reveal a dangerous light. .

And the last woman... uh... she is very old. Well, she is an old lady. She is probably the only one among the people present who doesn't have to get up from the ground after waking up, because this old lady's lower limbs It was obviously not very neat, so much so that she remained in a wheelchair.

As for her image, you can see it on the streets of any small town in Europe. She is the most common old woman. She is very comfortable in her clothes, but she is definitely not beautiful. She wears a thick coat and a thick hat because she is afraid of It was cold, and he deliberately covered his legs with a knitted blanket. Perhaps the only thing worth mentioning is that there are pockets sewn on each side of this person's wheelchair. On one side, there is a wool ball and a half-knitted scarf, and on the other side, There are several books and notes.

These are all the images of the seven people present. Since they have temporarily lost their memory, we still don’t know the names of these people or what they do.

But the problems before them now should be the same.

That's how to get out of this place.

Of course, it is definitely not possible to go out through the door, because the door must be locked, otherwise it would have been so long that no one would have tried to push the door open.

But it's not a big deal. After all, there is a window in this bedroom, right?

So, at this time, the high school student had already walked to the window.