This time, the silence lasted for several minutes, and everyone was accepting this incredible fact.

After a moment, Officer Li was the first to open his identity card, and it indeed said "Liar".

Everyone also flipped their cards one by one, and they were all "Liars".

"You're amazing..." Lawyer Zhang looked at Qi Xia with approving eyes. "But how did you find out that we were all dead?"

Qi Xia pointed to his own draft paper and said, "It's not difficult. I've been thinking, why is the room sealed? Why are there lines on the walls and floor? Why is there a mantel clock on the table? And why did the Goat's Head force us to have a 'halftime break'?"

"The normal air consumption rate for a person is 0.007 cubic meters per minute, which is 0.42 cubic meters per hour. There are ten people in this room, so the air consumption rate per hour would reach 4.2 cubic meters."

"According to what the Goat's Head said, we not only slept in this room for 12 hours, but also played the game for nearly 1 hour. If we multiply 4.2 cubic meters by 13, we get the number '54.6'."

Qi Xia circled the "54.6" on the draft paper with a pen and said, "This is the amount of air volume we should consume."

He looked around the room and said, "But how many cubic meters does this room have in total?"

Everyone followed his gaze.

"The organizers left us clues. They drew lines on the walls and floor, dividing them into many squares, and each square has a side length of about 1 meter." Qi Xia pointed to the marks on the wall. "There are 3 by 4 squares on the walls, and the floor and ceiling are 4 by 4. The length, width, and height of this room are 4 by 4 by 3, totaling 48 cubic meters."

"And how can a 48 cubic meter room accommodate 54.6 cubic meters of air?" Qi Xia frowned and said with a gloomy expression, "After so long, the air should be getting thin, but we don't feel any lack of oxygen..."

Dr. Zhao pondered for a moment, took Qi Xia's draft paper, and pointed to the "49.14" on it, asking, "What does this number mean?"

Qi Xia looked at Dr. Zhao with a serious expression and replied, "This is also the amount of air volume that needs to be consumed, but it is calculated for the 'nine people'."

"Nine people?"

Dr. Zhao was stunned, after all, there were clearly ten people in the room consuming air, but he calculated the quantity for 'nine people'?

"I made a bold assumption." Qi Xia said expressionlessly, "If the Goat's Head 'is not human', would our air volume be enough? Obviously, it wouldn't be enough."

"What kind of lunatic are you?" Dr. Zhao pondered for a moment. "To make such a bizarre assumption?"

"Is it hard to understand?" Qi Xia pointed to the headless corpse on his right. "Dr. Zhao, you should be very familiar with skulls. Generally speaking, can a human crush a skull with one hand?"

Dr. Zhao didn't answer because he knew it was completely impossible.

Not to mention a human skull, even the skull of a rabbit, it is not an easy task to crush it with one hand on a table.

Qi Xia withdrew his gaze and looked at everyone, saying, "Time is running out. I have written down my choice. It's up to you now, but remember, as long as one person's answer is different from mine, all the people present will be 'sanctioned'."

The people were a little timid.

A monster who can kill at will is now going to be "voted to eliminate" by them.

Are they willing?

Qiao Jiajin glanced at the Goat's Head from the corner of his eye and found that he hadn't moved at all. Deep gaze pierced through the goat mask, pondering something unknown.

"FUCK it, I'm going all out!" Qiao Jiajin waved his big hand and also wrote the words "Goat of Human" on his paper.

The others hesitated for a moment and also wrote down their answers.

Qi Xia looked around and without exception, they were all "Goat of Human".

The clock pointed to 1 o'clock, and the game was over.

The Goat's Head slowly walked forward and said, "Congratulations, you have survived in the 'Liar' game. Now I will personally 'sanction' the losers."

Before everyone could react, the Goat's Head took out a pistol from his pocket, turned the barrel towards his own heart, and pulled the trigger directly.

An unimaginable loud noise echoed in the narrow room.

In this enclosed space, the sound was difficult to dissipate, and everyone felt a bit of tinnitus.

Then, the Goat's Head covered his chest and began to scream.

The loud screams quickly overwhelmed the echoes of the gunshot, constantly reverberating in the room, making everyone's hearts chill.

While screaming, the Goat's Head spat out blood, and the screaming lasted for more than a minute before it gradually subsided into painful groans.

"What... what is he doing..." Qiao Jiajin stared at the Goat's Head in astonishment. "Is he serious?"

After a few more minutes, the groans could no longer be heard.

The nine people suddenly realized that they could exert force with their legs.

Dr. Zhao was the first to stand up and walked to the Goat's Head, reaching out to touch the artery on his neck, only to find that it had stopped beating.

"Hey!" Dr. Zhao shouted at the Goat's Head, "The game is over, how do we get out?!"

But a silent corpse couldn't give Dr. Zhao any answer.

The others also slowly stood up.

There was no change in the room, except for the addition of a corpse.

"It's strange... Did we really die?" Tian Tian seemed to still be struggling with this question. She extended her slender palm and slapped herself hard.

"Ouch!" Tian Tian exclaimed, "It still hurts... Why can I still feel pain after death?"

Qiao Jiajin shook his head helplessly. "What, have you died before?"

"I..." Tian Tian hesitated for a moment. "It seems like I haven't died before...""So, who knows what happens after death. Looking at this situation, this might just be hell." Qiao Jiajin glanced at the two corpses in the room, feeling uncomfortable all over, "I can not only feel pain, but also smell the stench."

"So what are we? Souls?" The writer, Han Yimo, asked.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Zhao also checked his own body, finding that his heartbeat, body temperature, and pulse were all normal, and he was breathing normally, but surprisingly, he was not consuming oxygen.

It seems that death is truly a mysterious thing, something that no medical knowledge can explain.

"No matter what we are, I don't want to be trapped in this small room for the rest of my days." Officer Li said, "Let's find a way out."

Officer Li walked over to Goat's Head, casually picking up the gun that had fallen next to him.

This action startled everyone, and they instinctively moved away from him.

Officer Li skillfully opened the gun chamber to take a look, then ejected the magazine, finding that the gun only had one bullet, and was now empty.

This was both good news and bad news.

The good news was that they didn't have to worry about someone using this gun to hurt others again, the bad news was that they couldn't protect themselves in the face of other dangers.

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But Qiao Jiajin was very brave, he slowly reached out and removed the mask of the Goat of Human, revealing a completely rotten face underneath.

His eyes were rolled back, showing no signs of life.

"What a terrifying face..."

Lawyer Zhang echoed from the side.