"I... " The man in the white coat appeared calmer than the others, not even the body on the table could affect him. "My name is Zhao Haibo, I am a doctor. You should be able to tell from my attire."

He reached out and tugged at his dirty white coat, continuing, "Before coming here, I was performing surgery on a woman. She had an intraventricular tumor in her brain, which was growing rapidly. It had been increasing in size for the past six months, causing mild hydrocephalus. If we didn't perform a craniotomy soon, her life would be in danger."

"I chose the frontal lobe surgical approach, directly puncturing into the ventricle under CT guidance. In reality, this surgery carries a significant risk each time it is performed. But the woman chose to take the risk in order to be with her young son for a longer time."

"Usually, in the operating room, even a slight breeze is not allowed to ensure environmental stability. But no one expected something more powerful than the wind to come."

"When the earthquake struck, I had just removed the woman's skull and was cutting the dura mater. If there were any problems at this step, it could easily cause severe brain damage and leave devastating consequences."

"I made a quick decision to terminate the surgery and temporarily cover the woman's skull. Otherwise, in the dusty environment, her life would be at risk."

"But I didn't anticipate that this step would be more difficult than I imagined. I couldn't even stand steadily, so how could I accurately cover a small piece of skull?"

"The nurse beside me bumped into me, causing me to lose balance. Everyone was unable to maintain their balance. In the chaos, I could only use a sterile bedsheet to cover the woman's head and immediately turn around to organize everyone's evacuation. But at that moment, a medical cart hit my leg, and I fell to the ground."

"Before I could stand up again, the ceiling of the operating room cracked open, and I immediately lost consciousness."

After listening to the doctor's account, everyone's expressions were unnatural.

He used many medical terms in this story.

If there was one word among these terms that was made up, no one would be able to recognize it.

"Dr. Zhao, where are you from?" the muscular man asked casually.

"I don't feel obligated to answer your question," Dr. Zhao replied. "I have finished telling my story."

The muscular man opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

"Is it my turn now?" a bespectacled young man blinked his eyes for a moment and said, "My name is Han Yimo, and I am..."

"Wait." Goat's Head suddenly interrupted Han Yimo's speech.

This action startled Han Yimo, and he turned around, not understanding why.

"What... What's wrong?"

"It's the 'half-time break' now," Goat's Head said with a wry smile. "We have a twenty-minute break."

Everyone was a bit at a loss.

There was actually a "half-time break" at a time like this?

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Qi Xia glanced at the mantel clock in the center of the table. It had been half an hour since he woke up. It was now twelve-thirty.

"In other words, this 'break' is mandatory," Qi Xia silently repeated in his mind. "When it's twelve-thirty, no matter who the narrator is, there will be a mandatory twenty-minute break..."

But the game had only been going on for thirty minutes, and now they had to rest for twenty minutes?

Qi Xia frowned. He knew this wasn't something he needed to consider.

The organizer of this game was already a lunatic. There was no need to think about it with a normal mindset.

So he could only brainwash himself over and over again in his mind.

"My name is Li Ming, and I'm from Shandong."

Only by repeatedly instilling this sentence in his mind could he speak it out when it was his turn.

Everyone waited silently, their faces showing their dilemma.

Although it was called a "half-time break," the atmosphere became even more oppressive.

"May we talk during this time?" the muscular man asked Goat's Head.

"Oh, of course. It's your free time now, and I have no right to interfere."

The muscular man nodded and looked at Dr. Zhao again. "Dr. Zhao, where are you from exactly?"

Dr. Zhao's face darkened. "You seem to have been dissatisfied with me from the beginning. Why do I have to tell you where I'm from?"

"Don't misunderstand, I have no ill intentions." The muscular man's voice was steady. "The more you say, the more credible it becomes. Since everyone has already mentioned their hometowns, there's no need for you to hide, right?"

"The more you say, the more credible it becomes?" The doctor shook his head, neither confirming nor denying. "I only know that 'the more you say, the more mistakes you make.' If the rules are absolute, then there is no problem with my narration. Besides, I don't trust any of you."

"That's a biased statement." The muscular man said, "There are nine people here, and only one is the enemy. If you are willing to cooperate with everyone, we can work together to expose the liar. The more you hide now, the more suspicious you become. I have already asked you twice, do you still want to hide?"

The muscular man seemed to be skilled in interrogation. With just a few words, he cornered Dr. Zhao logically.

His words were clear.

Only the "liar" didn't need to trust anyone, as he knew his own identity.

If the doctor continued to hide, he would become the target of suspicion.

But how could someone who could become a neurologist be an ordinary person? Seeing this, he snorted and asked, "Then you answer me first. Who are you? What do you do?"

"Me?" The muscular man didn't expect the doctor to suddenly turn the tables. His expression became somewhat unnatural.

"That's right. Since you persistently asked me after my narration, I can also ask you before your narration." Dr. Zhao smiled, "Isn't that fair?"

The muscular man pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "You're right, I have nothing to hide. My name is Li Shangwu, and I am a criminal police officer."

As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at him.

At this moment, the words "criminal police officer" gave everyone an unexpected sense of security.

"You're a police officer?!" The doctor was stunned.No wonder from the beginning, I felt that this man was probing for something. He was also the first to propose "to let everyone survive". Perhaps he really wanted to save everyone.

The doctor's attitude had clearly changed a lot: "If that's the case, then I apologize for my previous attitude. I am from Jiang Su."

At this time, the tattooed arm man, Qiao Jiajin, looked a bit uncomfortable: "I say, Dr. Zhao, do you believe in Officer Li?"

"Hmm?" Dr. Zhao looked at Qiao Jiajin in confusion, "What are you trying to say?"

Qiao Jiajin tapped the table with his finger and said lightly: "It's not 'narrate time' now, in other words... everyone can lie now."