Chapter 7: The Odds

"Police, you're lying." Qiao Jia Jin cold voice cheers.

"Well, I knew you'd say that, but what proof do you have that I'm lying? Just because someone attacked me?"

"Of course not." Qiao Jiajin smiled, "Although I don't know why, but all the stories told before are more or less related, there are many shared roles in these stories, if you put aside geographical location, everyone's story is reasonable."

"So what?"

"That's the problem." Qiao Jiajin pointed to the lawyer Zhang Chenze, "There is a common character in the story of you and the lawyer, that is," the fraudster who cheated two million ", but your story is contradictory, which shows that one of you said a lie."

Officer Li followed with a pause and asked, "Where is the contradiction?"

Qiao Jia Jin shook his head, looked at Officer Li and said: "Lawyer Zhang has to prepare for the trial, which shows that in her story has" caught the suspect ", and you are still squatting, indicating that in your story, "the suspect is still not caught", this is not a contradiction?"

Officer Li thought for a moment and said, "I have to say, your words have a certain truth, but I think you are affected by this' game ', first you have to understand the premise that all the previous storytellers are not in the same city as the others." In other words, even if our experiences are similar, they can never be the same thing. Since they are different things, they will have different results."

Qixia quietly looked at the two people who were always arguing, and did not open their mouths to stop.

Yes, argue. Argue as hard as you can.

If either of them votes for the other, the liar wins.

After all, the rules are absolute, and if anyone except the liar votes the wrong way, the rest will die with him.

Although Officer Li has given an explanation, but QiaoJiajin words or printed in the hearts of the people.

After all, this is the first time anyone has found a plot that contradicts the two people's stories.

Qixia could not help but take a look at the gangster called Qiaojia strength.

He may seem Bohemian, but he's smarter than he gives him credit for.

"Well... It's my turn..." 'said one of the girls.

Then they gathered their thoughts and looked at her.

The girl screamed loudly when she was first dead.

Now she seemed to calm down, but her eyes did not dare to look around.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Ringo. I'm a psychologist."

Qixia gave me a quick pause because the name "ringo" is interesting.

Before the Tang Dynasty, "rinngo" means "apple".

These two words are rich in poetry and impressing people.

Perhaps Ms. Lin's parents wanted their daughter to have a different name, but that name would clearly kill her here.

Chinese writers, teachers, lawyers, doctors and police officers among the crowd probably know the meanings of ringleaved trees.

Bother to ring the name in your mind a few times and the story Ringo tells becomes unforgettable.

"I'm a native of Ningxia. I was waiting for a counselor. She's a kindergarten teacher."

They see no wonder to look at the child teacher called Xiao Ran, this time the story is connected again.

"According to her, the kindergarten teacher industry is difficult to do now, and children cannot be beaten or scolded." Parents take the kindergarten teacher as a nanny, the child takes the kindergarten teacher as a servant, every classroom is equipped with monitoring, parents real-time monitoring, your tone is a little harsher, parents will call the principal there."

"But when parents send their children to kindergarten, isn't that what they want them to do?"

"If the teacher can't be strict, how can the child realize his own mistakes?"

"She felt that she had been lost and depressed for a long time."

"So I put together a treatment plan for her for about a month."

"But for some reason, the consultant never showed up for the appointment, so I waited in the studio."

"When the earthquake hit, I had no chance to escape. After all, my studio is on the 26th floor."

"The higher the floor, the stronger the shaking, I felt the whole building shake."

"I never knew there could be an earthquake in Ningxia before, but this time I felt it."

"Then I vaguely remember the ceiling caving in, and as soon as it got dark, I didn't know anything."

After listening to the story of Ringo, we seem to have come up with something.

Qiao Jiajin first said: "I have two questions."

"You say it." Ngo asked, clutching her mouth and nose.

"What do you mean every classroom has a surveillance camera?"

This is what the parents have focused their attention on. But Lin, a psychologist, patiently answered: "I think the surveillance system has been installed so that parents can see the pictures in the classroom at any place."

"It turned out to be 'closed circuit television'... Is it a noble kindergarten..." Qiao Jiajin said to himself, and then asked, "Then the kindergarten teacher you met, is this Xiao Ran next to it?"

"I don't know about that." Ringo shook her head. "I've only signed wechat with that person. We're ready to meet and discuss other issues."

"Wechat?" Qiao Jia strength leng for a moment, seems not to understand.

Officer Li reached over and interrupted them, saying, "You're doing it again, punk." "Xiao Ran is in Yunnan and this Ringo is in Ningxia. Who would cross so many geographical distances to find a psychologist?"

Qiao Jiajin is not weak: "I just think there are doubts, this is the first time anyone's story mentions other participants."

This time, Dr. Zhao felt that Qiao's words made sense. He also nodded aside and asked, "Xiao Ran, have you given the same reasons to the psychologist as those described by Ringo here?"

"Well..." Xiao Ran hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not the same... I am depressed because I have been criticized by a parent for a long time..."

"That proves it's just a coincidence." Dr. Zhao nodded, "After all, it is a matter of two regions, and there is no need for us to forcibly associate."

At this time, everyone was silent for a moment, but Lawyer Zhang suddenly opened his mouth: "Ms. Lin, half of the stories you told are the stories of the" kindergarten teacher ", is this not against the law?"

"Huh?" "I've talked about the kindergarten teacher to give you a better understanding of my work."

"Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean anything else." Zhang Chenze smiled, "I want to say that if the experience of the kindergarten teacher is made up by you, it will naturally be different from Xiao Ran's story, which can prove that you lied."

"You... " "Doctor Zhao and police officer Li have already told me that our provinces are different. It's just a coincidence," Lin said.

"Coincidence, isn't it? Zhang Chenze folded his arms and continued, "Think about it, why did you choose only nine of us to gather here?" Don't forget, we are nine strangers, if you want to hear the flaw in each other's story, you must give us a clue. And the "clue" is that everyone's story is connected, and listening to everyone's story, I feel like we are the chosen ones. In this way, we can successfully find the flaws in everyone's story and find the liar, otherwise the game is too crazy, because the "liar" has too much to win."