Mysterious Death?!
Question: A man is found lying dead, face down in the middle of the desert.
He is wearing a backpack.
His ribs are crushed.
The post mortem shows that he died, suddenly, 2 months ago.
Yet no one has crossed the dessert for 3 months.
What happened?
Answers: A man is found lying dead, face down in the middle of the desert.
He is wearing a backpack.
His ribs are crushed.
The post mortem shows that he died, suddenly, 2 months ago.
Yet no one has crossed the dessert for 3 months.
What happened?
The man's plane was about to crash so he jumped from the plane. Unfortunately his parachute failed to open. He fell to his death in the desert!!!
Did he fall out of an airplane and land face down?
he was skydiving but his parachute (the backpack he was wearing) didnt open and he died when he hit the ground
His parachute did not open.
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Nothing happened. He is dead.
He jumped from a plane and his parachute didn't open...
how do you know no one crossed the desert? are there people standing around counting desert crossers? just marking the days since the last one?
Unless someone carries the mans dead body at the middle of the desert or the man himself walks and fell at the middle of the desert face down....
If no one has crossed that dessert for 3 months and the man is found lying dead, face down with the backpack, it is possible that the facts written about the man, the post mortem, about his ribs crushed, with the backpack , lying face down is just a small article in a magazine or newspaper.
And it happened earlier so that , the last sentence which says, "Yet no one has crossed the dessert for 3 months..." is true.
The incident (already) happened earlier, but after the article was written , was the statement that followed, no one has crossed the dessert for 3 months.
Like for example it happend on January, 1995 and someone read the article February, 1996.....
Ofcourse, no one crossed the dessert during that time, but early January somebody did cross the dessert.
parachute accident
His parashoot failed.
The man we will call Frank was no doubt some poor fellow who was stuck in a dead end job. For this reason he was going to night school and his backpack was filled with his books he need for his classes. Being a burger flipper pays so poorly that he of coarse has to walk to his night school.
One night after a long day of hash slinging he sets off to class. There was strange sense in the air that night. The moon was full but mostly cloud covered giving the nearly deserted buildings and street a odd supernatural glow. He thought perhaps he should just go home maybe stay at work for cup of coffee and skip class all together. Only the idea of watching the bee hived hair, 40 year old waitress hitting on truckers for a moment longer turned his stomach more the the eerie feeling out doors.
So with deep breath he departs. Little did he know that tonight was no normal night. For lurking on in the dark dirty allies was the mysterious python snake wielding ninja, know simply as the 'SSsss' gang. Once every one hundred years they descended on his home city to settle the score among there members and to choose a new leader. As fate would have it Frank would turn down the wrong alley this night.
As Frank rounded the last corner he had to turn before he got to class, and comes to halt as he sees the gathering of ninja completing the open ritual of the Ala peanut-butter and Jelly sandwiches. He stood in stunned amazement puzzling over the strangely clad men and what they were doing with said sandwiches. No one moved a muscle for very long time.
Finally in blinding pain and before Frank could utter a single breath he saw the huge black python whipping towards him. It clamped onto his chest and crushed every last bone in his rib cage.
For you see no outsider could be allowed to live after seeing the sacred Ala peanut-butter and Jelly sandwich rites.
Though the ninja were honorable sorts they gave Frank the highest honor for an outsider to have. He was pushed from the ninja's zen powered ornothopers into the desert as they returned to the home land.
The moral of this story: Never trust a ninja with peanut-butter and jelly sandwhich, and a python. They may honor you but you will be dead.
Something hard must have smashed into the man's ribs. If the man was thrown out of moving airplane he would have had many more broken bones besides the ribs only. Lets try to solve one thing at a time. If he was wearing a backpack. That means he was traveller! "Face down" would mean he might have been thrown out or down from a vehicle or helicopter.
Subjective: it can be murder or accident!!! due to the lack of information.
he fell from a plane