A man lies on the ground.

This man looks about 30 years old and is wearing a white coat, which is the kind you often see in the hospital, so just from his outfit, he should be a doctor.

The surrounding temperature is a little cold

So, he slowly opened his eyes.

First of all, what caught my eye was a carpet that was almost parallel to the tip of my nose.

There are also a pair of leather shoes that walk back and forth not far away

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

Therefore, you can draw the following conclusion at this glance.

First, this man just fell into a coma.

Second, he was in a room he couldn't remember for the time being, and he was not treated very well. After all, he still maintained a 'lying' on the ground.

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

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

"Hey, this person has woken up, too." The man said.

Immediately afterwards, the man came over and bent down.

Then, with a wave of unceremonious calls and a "slap" sound of slapping the face, the lying person gradually regained control of his body.

"Uh uh uh" he moaned a few times, then sat up with difficulty.

Then, he also saw the person who had just woken up.

To be honest, if you see this person for the first time, you have more than half of the chance to treat him as an alien, and your other half will treat him as a deformed patient with surgery on the face.

Because this guy looks really not traditional, because this guy's face is too long, and there is a very exaggerated nose between his eyes and lips. His eyes are deep, but very narrow. You have to work hard to find his eyeballs with extremely light pupils between his eyelids. Moreover, there is a mess of hair above his eyebrows. I don't know if it is curled or deliberately perming it like that. In short, make his face look like a circle of instant noodles on a football.

Of course, in addition to being weird-looking, this man is also tall, with thin arms and legs, no muscles, and sloping shoulders. Although the suit looks quite expensive, he can't add many points.

"Are you injured? Can you speak?" The long-faced man saw that the other party sat up and immediately was not gentle at all. He asked two questions first.

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

He found that he was in a room that looked like a "bedroom" at this time, because the decoration here was quite iconic, including a clothes rack, tea table, cabinet, dressing table, and a door on one wall. In the direction of the door, another closed window seemed to be a lawn outside the window. Anyway, the overall look was a very luxurious retro style. With the soft carpet under the butt and the big bed not far away, it must be a bedroom here, it was not running away, and it was very spacious.

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

Since his mind is still a little confused now, he has no time to take a closer look at what these people look like. In short, he generally knows that in this room, there are seven people, including five men and two women.

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

"Okay, since everyone is awake now, then I think we should hurry up and introduce ourselves. What do you think?" Before the sitting person could completely recover from the dizziness, the 'long face' in front of him stood up and signaled his thoughts to everyone.

When the man heard this, he understood that before he woke up, the other six people should have just woken up. Maybe they had communicated with each other a little, but probably only a few words, because you can tell by looking at the expressions between these people that they didn't even know what each other called.

"Well, a good suggestion, then, start with you, how about it." As soon as the words finished, a man leaning against the door answered.

The man's voice was very light, which was completely opposite to his image, because the first impression this guy gave people was heavy and solid. He must have looked like he was forty years old, and he was only 1.60 meters tall. His head was a typical "egg-shaped head". He was very round and his hair was a little bald, but his beard was very thick-maintained. He wore a man's dress and looked very particular, but the buttons of the dress were not tied because his belly was too big. By the way, he also wore a pair of gloves, which exuded a feeling of "I have a cleanliness."

"Oh, of course." The long-faced man smiled and said, "My name is Carl Allen, thirty-two years old, he is a writer." After that, he said directly to the person he had just answered, "Where are you?"

However, the man smiled politely and then responded slowly: "You are lying"

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

"Lie?" the long-faced man asked in a confused look.

"Yes, you don't call yourself Carl Allen, lying." The fat man said lightly: "The reason you call yourself Carl Allen is that you saw the lower left corner of the bed sheet with the brand tag embroidered with the [Calfield], so you casually made up a [Calle] name for yourself, and the surname Alan is that you saw this person."

As he said that, he pointed to the one who was still sitting on the ground and finally woke up.

"Because he has an oriental face, you subconsciously thought of the word "alien" (outsider). At this time, I asked your name, so your thinking automatically changed "alien" to the surname "allan", so you casually said "Carl Allen"."

As soon as these words came out, the brother with long faces was stunned at first, and then smiled: "Haha, come on, you may have found yourself suddenly awakening in this strange environment, so you seem a little nervous. My name is Carl Allen."

"Haha, I don't think so, oh, I haven't finished speaking yet," the fat man continued, "not only the name is made up, but your profession is also made up, because you are not a writer at all, your clothes are not new, you have been wearing them for a long time, and there are wrinkles on the elbows and knees, but the butt at the base of the thighs and buttocks, and the waist is very flat. This shows that you are not a person who can calm down and write at the table. You have been moving for a long time, and the leather shoes are the same. Both sides have deformed with your feet, which proves that you have at least run over more than a hundred public wearing these shoes.

The distance inside, and your suit is accustomed to the collar and wrist opening, you often roll up your sleeves to do things, right, but it is hard to imagine a writer who has to wear a suit when writing in front of a typewriter. Even if there is, you are also a traditional writer who is used to writing with a pen in your hand, because this can be explained as 'you are afraid of rubbing the ink on your sleeve', but in fact, your fingers basically don't touch the pen, which can even be seen by children on the street, so I guess you are probably a salesman or a reporter or something."

As soon as these words were said, everyone looked at the "long-faced man" with a suspicious look

The man with a long face didn't explain anything, but fell into deep thought with this sentence

It just passed so strangely for a few seconds.

"Okay, I'm not called 'Carl Allen'." He suddenly said: "The name was made up temporarily, and the process of making it is exactly the same as the bearded man said. And the reason I made this name is because I don't remember what I called it."

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

"Not only can't remember my name, but I don't remember who I am, what profession I have been in. Of course, I don't know where it is and how I came here." The man continued, "Oh, by the way, just now, I was saying my name "Carl Allen," and being exposed by this uncle, 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 I can't remember these things."

As soon as this is said!

Finally, there seemed to be some faint exhalation in the crowd, as if I had finally breathed.

"Oh, okay, finally, I don't have to pretend anymore. I thought I couldn't remember it alone." said a man who looked like a high school student.

"So, we are all the same," another person spread his hands and said.

"Not necessarily, maybe some people still remember something," said another woman: "So, for the sake of security, do people still remember their names, or why did they come here?"

""No one responded.

Well, it turns out that there are 7 people in this room, but no one knows who they are, and even more so how they came here.

So since that's the case, let's take advantage of this moment to introduce the appearance of these 7 people one by one.

The first are three that have been introduced.

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

The second is the "long-faced man" standing in front of the doctor.

The third is the 'bearded man' who just exposed the lying of a long-faced man.

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

One of the men was very young, and looked at least 20 years old. Like a 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 voice. From the beginning, he seemed to have a strong interest in everyone and the surrounding environment. Although he had not said too much, his eyes did not stop observing around for a moment.

The last man was a man with a low presence and a very silent person. He had only said one or two words from beginning to end. His voice was not confident, but his tone felt condescending and not very popular. He should be in his 30s, but he had a baby face, not tall, with a little stubble, and his skin was very white. In general, he was the kind of image that could still have a "cute" atmosphere even when he was old. However, his eyes suddenly revealed a gloomy and cunning smell in his entire temperament.

After talking about the men, let’s talk about the two women.

One of the women is a woman with a distinctly mixed East-West race, between 25 and 30 years old, with shoulder-length black hair. She is not so beautiful, but she clearly highlights the word "charming". This word is not reflected in her dress and makeup, but in her eyes with charming attributes, very slender, with the corners of her eyes raised up from a subtle angle, and the corners of her mouth were also slightly raised. However, if someone had eyes on her back, she could find that when no one paid attention to her, a dangerous light would be revealed in the woman's eyes.

And the last woman, uh, she was very old. Well, this was an old lady, probably among the people present, the only one who didn't have to get up from the ground after waking up, because the old lady's lower limbs were obviously not very neat, so she kept sitting in a wheelchair.

As for her image, you can see it in any small town street in Europe. It is the most common kind of old woman. She is very comfortable in dressing, but she is definitely not a beautiful thick coat and a thick hat. Because she is afraid of the cold, she also deliberately covers a pair of knitted blankets on her legs. Maybe the only thing that is worth mentioning is that the person has a pocket sewn on both sides of the wheelchair, with balls of yarn and a half-knitted scarf inside, and on the other side, there are several books and notes.

This is all the images of the seven people present. Since they have lost their memory for the time being, we don’t know what the names of these people are, nor do we know what they are doing.

But the questions facing them now should be consistent.

That's how to get out of this place.

Of course, it will definitely not work when going out of the door, because the door must be locked, otherwise it would be impossible for anyone to try to push the door open after so long.

But there is nothing to be able to do, after all, there is a window in this bedroom, right?

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

The Asylum of the World
Chapter completed!