10.It's over?

This time there was silence for a few minutes as everyone took in the unbelievable truth.

After a few moments, Officer Lee was the first to turn over his ID card, and it really did say 'Liar'.

The crowd also turned over their cards one by one, and all of them were 'Liar'.

"You're very good ...," Lawyer Zhang cast an approving glance at Qi Xia, "But how did you find out that we're all dead?"

Zixia pointed to her draft paper and said, "It wasn't hard. I've been wondering why the room was sealed. Why are there lines drawn on the walls and floor? Why is there a desk clock in the center of the table? And why did the Goatheads make us take a mandatory 'intermission'?"

"A normal person's air consumption is at 0.007 cubic meters per minute, and every hour would be 0.42 cubic meters, and there are a total of ten people in this room, which means that the air consumption would be 4.2 cubic meters per hour."

"According to the Sheepshead, not only did we slumber in this room for 12 hours, but we also played the game for almost an hour. If we multiply 4.2 cubic meters by 13, we get the number '54.6'."

Zixia circled "54.6" on the draft paper with a pen and said, "That's the number of cubic meters of air we're supposed to consume."

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

The crowd followed his gaze.

"The organizers left us clues, they drew lines on the walls and the floor, dividing the walls and the floor into many squares, and the side length of each square is around 1 meter." Qixia pointed to the marks on the wall, "The number of squares on the wall is 3 by 4, the floor and roof are 4 by 4, the length, width and height of this room is 4 by 4 by 3, totaling 48 cubic meters."

"And how does a room of 48 cubic meters hold 54.6 cubic meters of air?" Qi Xia frowned and said with a gloomy expression, "After such a long time, it's reasonable to say that the air is becoming thin, but we don't have any sensation of lack of oxygen ..."

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

Qi Xia looked at Dr. Zhao with a very serious face and replied, "This is also the number of air that needs to be consumed, only the calculation is for 'nine people'."

"Nine people?"

Dr. Zhao froze for a moment, after all, there were clearly ten people consuming air in this room, yet he was calculating the number of 'nine people'?

"I made a bold assumption." Qi Xia said expressionlessly, "If the goat-heads were 'not human', would our air count be enough? Apparently not enough either."

"What kind of crazy person are you?" Dr. Zhao murmured, "To actually make such a bizarre assumption?"

"Is it hard to understand?" Qi Xia pointed to the headless corpse on his right hand, "Dr. Zhao you should know skulls very well, generally speaking humans use one hand, are they able to smash skulls?"

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

There was no need to say a human skull, even a rabbit's skull, trying to crush it with one hand on a table was not a simple matter.

Qi Xia withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowd again, saying, "Time is running out, I have already written down my candidate, so it's up to you guys next, but keep in mind that as long as there is a single person whose answer is different from mine, all the people here are going to be 'sanctioned'."

The crowd was a bit cowed.

A monster who could kill at will was now going to be 'voted out' by them.

Was he willing to do so?

Qiao Jiajin used his afterglow to look at the goat-headed man and realized that he never made a move, his deep gaze piercing through the goat mask as he wondered what he was pondering.

"Out-and-out damned shovel, give it all you've got!" With a wave of his hand, Qiao Jiajin also wrote down the words "Human Goat".

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

When Qi Xia looked around, all of them were "human sheep" without exception.

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

The sheep-headed man slowly came forward and said, "Congratulations everyone, you have survived the game of 'Liar', and I will personally impose 'Sanctions' on the losers below."

Before the crowd could react, the goat-headed man pulled out a pistol from his pocket, turned it against his heart position, and directly pulled the trigger.

An unimaginably loud bang echoed in the narrow room.

The sound was difficult to dissipate in such an enclosed space, and the crowd felt some ringing in their ears.

Immediately afterward, Goat Head covered his chest and began to scream.

The loud screams quickly overpowered the echoes of the gunshots, constantly reverberating in the room, screaming everyone's hearts a little chilly.

The goat head was screaming and spitting out blood at the same time, and it took a full minute or so for the sound to diminish into a muffled grunt of pain.

"What the ... hell ... is going on," Qiao Jiajin froze and looked at the goat head man, "He came for real?"

After a few more minutes, the muffled grunts could not be heard.

The nine people present suddenly realized that their legs could make strength.

Dr. Zhao was the first to stand up and walked over to the goat-headed man, reached out and touched the artery at his neck and found that it had stopped beating.

"Hey!" Dr. Zhao bellowed at the goathead, "The game is over, how do we get out of here?!"

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

The rest of the people slowly stood up.

Nothing had changed in this room, except for one more corpse.

"How strange ... are we really dead?" As if Sweet was still dwelling on this question, she stretched out her slender palm and fiercely slapped herself.

"Ouch!" Sweet exclaimed, "It still hurts ah ... Why can I still feel pain when I'm dead?"

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

"I ..." Sweetie froze slightly, "It seems like I really haven't died ..."

"So who knows what happens when you die. Looking at this situation, maybe this is hell." Qiao Jiajin looked at the two corpses in the room and felt uncomfortable, "Not only can I feel the pain, I can also smell the stench."

"So what are we? Spirits?" Writer Han Yimo asked.

After hearing this, Dr. Zhao also checked his body and found that his heartbeat, body temperature, and pulse were all normal, and he was breathing normally, but he was actually not consuming oxygen.

It seemed that death was really a mysterious thing that no medical common sense could explain.

"Whatever we are, I don't want to be stuck in this small room for the rest of my days." Officer Lee said, "Find out how to get out."

Officer Lee walked over to Goathead and picked up the gun that had landed in his hand in passing.

This action startled the crowd and they subconsciously moved away from him.

Officer Lee skillfully pulled open the chamber and looked at the gun, then withdrew the magazine, realizing that the gun only had one round, which was now empty.

This was both good and bad news.

The good was that they didn't need to worry about someone taking the gun and hurting someone else again, and the bad was that they wouldn't be able to defend themselves in the event of any other danger.

And bold as he was, Qiao Jiajin reached down and slowly removed the goat-headed man's mask, realizing that underneath it was a man with a completely rotted face.

His eyes were upturned and there were no signs of life left.

"What a horrible face ..."

Lawyer Zhang chimed in.