11.Go on.

Zixia stayed in his seat, neither getting up nor looking for clues.

He still felt a little weird.

Also not standing up was Ringo, the counselor.

"What are you thinking?" Ringo asked, absently covering his mouth and nose.

"Me?" Zixia froze, "What? Are you going to give me a psychological diagnosis?"

"That's not true, while people as smart as you have some mental issues to a greater or lesser extent, this is really not the right situation for psychotherapy." Ringo smiled slightly, "I just wanted to ask what you were thinking?"

Zixia mused for a moment, "I'm thinking about the reasons."

"Reasons?"

Qi Xia ignored Ringo and instead called out to Dr. Zhao and asked, "Doctor, how long can the average person survive being shot in the heart?"

Dr. Zhao looked back, pondered slightly, and said, "If I remember correctly, when a person is shot in the heart, he or she will enter a state of unconsciousness within a few seconds, but since the medical term 'death' refers to 'brain death', the brain will work for a few more minutes even if he or she is unconscious."

Zixia nodded, "Just now, that goat-head screamed for a few minutes, which means that his body structure is much tougher than the average human, right?"

"Yes. He was shot in the heart for a full few minutes before he completely lost consciousness."

The crowd couldn't help but quiet down when they heard Zixia talking to the doctor.

The party was all because of this liar's clear thinking, all nine people were able to survive.

"Then why do you guys think this is?" Qi Xia stretched out his index finger and thumb, comparing them to the shape of a gun, and placed them on his temples, "Usually people choose to commit suicide this way."

He thought for a moment and then pointed his hand at his jaw from bottom to top, "Or this."

Zixia withdrew her hand and pointed it at her heart:

"Either way ... the suicidal person would choose a way to die that would make his death as painless as possible, but why would he point at his heart?"

Qiao Jiajin's hand toyed with the goat's head mask, then flipped the man's head over and said, "Maybe this powdered head is harder and can't be killed by a single shot."

"Since he would spit blood, it proves that he has the same body structure as us." Officer Li said, "Even if he is stronger, a shot to the head at this distance will definitely kill him."

Qi Xia nodded, "In that case, I can only think of one reason."

He reached out and pointed at the mask in Qiao Jiajin's hand, saying, "The reason why the goat-head chose to shoot himself in the heart is probably to protect something, and I'm afraid that the 'game' isn't over yet."

Qiao Jiajin was stunned, "You mean ... he's afraid of breaking his mask?"

"That's right."

Under Qi Xia's command, Qiao Jiajin turned the sheepskin mask over, and the rough sheepskin lining was exposed to the public.

A rotten and sour smell also emanated from it.

As expected by Qi Xia, the inside of the sheepskin mask had words written on it with a black fountain pen.

It was just stained with blood in some places, and Qiao Jiajin didn't care, grabbing his own T-shirt and wiping it off, and the writing was finally recognizable.

"What the hell?" Qiao Jiajin froze for a moment and began to read the words on it in his substandard Mandarin:

"I am 'Man Dog'."

"You are cursed."

"I want you to live."

"The clock is ticking and there are killers on all sides."

"If you want to live, turn a hundred times in the direction of home."

"By the way, they say after the rain, why aren't spring bamboo shoots afraid of the rain?"

"See you after the rain."

Qi Xia slightly frowned, sure enough, it was a hint for the next game ...

This shadow of death that loomed over the crowd never dissipated.

They had already died, yet they had to die again?

"Hey, Liar, what does this mean?" Qiao Jiajin asked.

"How should I know?" Qi Xia snorted coldly, "There are nine people here, do I have to think?"

Lawyer Zhang Chenze slowly sat down on the chair and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, your thinking fits very well with the 'Organizer', if you have any thoughts you should just say them."

"I ..."

Without waiting for Qi Xia to speak, the surrounding walls suddenly changed.

Under the shocked faces of the crowd, a hole emerged out of thin air.

The original cement-built wall was actually like an ever-changing soft body at this moment.

A moment later, rows and rows of holes were neatly arranged on the wall as if they were originally there.

At the same moment, the sound of chains pulling resounded from all sides.

"What the hell?" The crowd panicked for an instant.

"Look at the roof!" I don't know who exclaimed.

The crowd looked up and realized that even the roof was densely packed with holes.

Qi Xia finally stood up and took the sheepskin mask from Qiao Jiajin's hands, carefully looking at the last sentence on it.

"See you after the rain."

"Rain ...?"

Qiao Jiajin tiptoed over to the wall and leaned over the hollow to take a look inside, and was so startled that he retreated several steps in a row.

"I throw!"

He yelled and tried to find a place to hide, but realized that there was no place to hide.

"What's wrong? What's inside?" Xiao Ran asked with some fear.

The crowd knew that Qiao Jiajin already had a lot of guts, and now that he could make him retreat in fear, it was bound to be something extraordinary.

"I'll throw you old ...!" Qiao Jiajin shouted, "It's a harpoon! The holes are all filled with 'being backward' harpoons!"

"What does 'are backing up' mean?" Dr. Zhao asked in confusion.

"It should be 'winding up'." Qixia said, "Since just now, the sound of chains has been coming from all sides, and now these harpoons are all wound up and could be fired at any time."

"Hey! Liar, do something!" Qiao Jiajin came to Qi Xia's side and said anxiously, "Where are we going to hide if all these four sides are firing at once?"

Qi Xia thought carefully, it wasn't difficult for him to survive, after all, there were already two corpses at the scene.

The harpoon's penetration power was limited, it was only necessary to pile up the two corpses in the corner and hide behind the corpses themselves, in this way, although there was a possibility of being injured, the survival rate was still very high.

"It's probably going to be hard to keep everyone alive this time, and I need to protect myself, so I won't be saving you guys anymore." Qi Xia said softly.

"You ... "Qiao Jiajin wanted to say something, but could only turn to Officer Li and Dr. Zhao again, but those two looked even more at a loss.

Qi Xia looked at those hints on the parchment mask again.

Had he misunderstood?

Only when the last person was left would this 'game' really end.

If everyone was always allowed to live, this killing game would keep surfacing.

After all, this room was so weird that the walls on all sides would change at any time.

It didn't seem to fit any scientific reasoning, more like magic.

But if the organizers were powerful people capable of magic, why would they make things difficult for the nine of them who were dead?

Could this be a bad taste game conducted by some organization that managed ghosts?

While Zixia was lost in thought, Ringo looked at the mask in his hand and spoke, "It ... says the way to keep us alive, it says to 'turn a hundred times in the direction of our hometown'."

The crowd calmed down a little and began to ponder the words.

"Could it be to face in the direction of home and turn around on your own?" Sugar asked.

"That's not right." Qiao Jiajin shook his head, "How are you going to judge the direction of your hometown in this house? And spinning around a hundred times by yourself won't have any effect other than dizziness, ah."

"Whatever! I'll try first!" Sweetie found a random direction and began to spin around on her own.

Qi Xia pondered slightly, knowing that things couldn't be that simple.