The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 406 We Come From Different Times

Um. Indeed, this is a problem. After all, the person in front of everyone is a dead person. Most people would hold their heads and start yelling when they saw this scene, but everyone present did not show any signs of it. The panic, this calm demeanor cannot be explained by 'amnesia' or 'pretend', it can only be shown by people who have been in contact with death and corpses all year round.

So, who are the people in this room?
Uh, no one expected that the answer to this question would be revealed immediately following the death of this 'big beard'.

Because at this moment, "There should be something sticking to the back of his clothes." The man with curly hair and long face suddenly pointed at the corpse.

Let me say here that the corpse was lying face up on the ground at this moment, and the long-faced man had never touched the corpse, he just glanced at it and said suddenly.

"Oh?" The woman who was very close to the corpse questioned, the subtext was obvious, it was: "How do you know?"

"He is a guy who pays attention to dress and etiquette, and he is probably a bit of a clean freak. This is what you can tell. The buttons on the left cuff of his dress are very smooth and carefully arranged, but the buttons on the right side are not fastened. After he woke up just now, he tried to fasten the buttons by himself, but it was inconvenient to wear gloves, and it took a lot of effort without success. Then why did he unbutton the buttons? The most likely reason is that he wanted to take off the dress Come down, of course, with his big belly and short arms and short legs, coupled with the inconvenience of wearing gloves, I am more inclined that someone took his clothes off and put them on again when he was unconscious." said Then, this curly-haired man deliberately made a movement of 'tearing off one sleeve'.

"Of course, what makes me more sure is that when I just woke up, this person was still lying on the ground in a 'prone' position, because his stomach was more than three inches higher than his chin, Such a figure, whether it is carrying or falling on its own, is not suitable for the 'belly down' position, so the most likely situation is that someone turned him over and took off his clothes while he was lying on his back , stuck something on his back, and..."

He still speaks very fast, as if he can't keep up with his thoughts if he doesn't pay attention a little bit, but the advantage of this is that although he talks a lot of nonsense, he doesn't waste much time.

"Okay, okay, don't talk so much nonsense." The doctor interrupted him, and then he didn't care, walked forward and turned the corpse over.

"Um, it's not that it's best not to move," the wheelchair old lady just said.

"Don't move a fart." The doctor immediately interrupted the other party without any politeness: "You can't even get out, who cares about whether you destroy the crime scene or not, you old man just sit down, hey, Over there, come and help, this guy is really heavy"

After saying this, the others were relieved, and they came up with a lot of hands and feet, and picked up the fat man.

And under his dress, there was really a small note.

【Hercule Poirot】

【detective】

With just a few words, the people around were lost in thought, and some of them showed expressions of surprise without concealing it.

"Have you all heard of [Hercule Poirot] with your expression?" asked the doctor.

"Of course." The coquettish woman nodded: "But."

"However, this guy should be a fictional character." Curly Mao frowned, and continued the second half of the sentence.

"Fictional character?"

"Yeah, this guy is from a novel." Mengmeng Da interjected at the right time: "And, based on time, this guy should be at least 150 years old now."

The doctor froze for a moment.

"150 years old? Oh, well, so this is a cosplay party?" He muttered.

at this time
"Well, I can't believe it, but... probably not." Curly said suddenly: "I was the first to wake up. After I woke up, I observed the behavior of all of you after waking up. At that time I just found out. This guy didn't look for his phone after he sat up. At that time, I thought that he was still in a mess, so I didn't think about it, but now I guess. Of course, it's just a guess. You guys think, maybe this guy doesn't know' Cell phone' kind of thing?"

While saying this, Curly was still staring at the old lady in the wheelchair intentionally or unintentionally.

After two or three seconds of silence, the old lady finally spoke.

"Okay. You don't need to observe me anymore. I know that I didn't look for my phone after waking up. So, what is the [mobile phone] you are talking about."

For a moment, an absurd, even ridiculous atmosphere permeated the bedroom.

"You don't know what a [mobile phone] is?" the coquettish woman asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I don't know." The old man responded: "And I'm not dementia, you should be able to tell, and I feel like I just don't remember who I am, not even some common sense things Forgot, like when I woke up and looked at all of your outfits, obviously, you're all wealthy people, the material of your clothes. Oh my god"

While talking, the old lady suddenly noticed something.

"Now. What year is it?"

Well, this is a bit of a silly question, but everyone present had a hair-raising look on their faces.

The man with curly hair and long face first responded: "2011."

The cute man nodded: "2011."

Coquettish Woman: "2002."

Japanese high school students: "1993."

The old lady hesitated for a moment: "1931."

Finally, it was the doctor's turn. He held back for a long time, as if trying to dig something in his mind, but in the end, he shook his head.

"I don't know."

This time, everyone seemed to realize the answer to this ridiculous question——

"Could it be that we all come from different times?" said the alluring woman.

"The first mobile phone was produced in 1973, and it was officially put into large-scale use in 1983, that is, 50 years after the time the old lady said. If we have not lied about the time, then... this kind of speculation It's very possible." The high school student squeezed his chin again and thought.

"Come on, we come from different times? Do you think this is some novel plot?" The woman spread her hands, obviously, she didn't believe this kind of rhetoric.

"Uh, compared to time, I think, should we first see, what is our name?"

As the curly hair said, he had already taken off his coat.
(End of this chapter)