Is over?

The silence lasted for several minutes as everyone accepted this unbelievable fact.

 After a while, Officer Li took the lead and opened his identity card. Sure enough, it said "Liar" on it.

 Everyone also turned over their cards one by one, and they were all "liars".

 "You are very powerful..." Lawyer Zhang cast an approving look at Qi Xia, "But how did you find out that we are all dead?"

 Qi Xia pointed to his draft paper and said, "This is not difficult. I have been thinking, why is the room sealed? Why are there lines on the walls and floors? Why is there a clock in the center of the table? And why do the sheep-headed people force us to take an "intermission"

 ? The amount is 0.007 cubic meters per minute, which is 0.42 cubic meters per hour. There are a total of ten people in this room, which means the air consumption will reach 4.2 cubic meters per hour. "

 "According to the sheep-headed man, we are not only here. He slept in this room for 12 hours and played games for nearly an hour. If he multiplied 4.2 cubic meters by 13, he got the number "54.6".

 Qi Xia used a pen to write "54.6" on the scratch paper . He circled it and said, "This is the number of cubes of air we should consume."

 He looked around the room again and said, "But how many cubes are there in total in our room?"

 Everyone also followed his gaze. .

 "The organizers left us clues. They drew lines on the wall and floor, dividing the wall and floor into many squares, and the side length of each square is about 1 meter." Qi Xia pointed out. Referring to the traces on the wall, "The number of squares on the wall is 3 by 3, the ground and roof are 4 by 4, the length, width and height of this room are 4 by 4 by 3, a total of 48 cubic meters."

 "And 48 cubic meters How can a room contain 54.6 cubic meters of air?" Qi Xia frowned and said sadly, "After such a long time, it stands to reason that the air is becoming thinner, but we don't feel any lack of oxygen..."

 Dr. Zhao After pondering for a while, he took Qi Xia's draft paper, pointed to "49.14" on it, and asked, "What does this number mean?"

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

 "Nine people?"

 Dr. Zhao was stunned. After all, there were clearly ten people in the room consuming air, but he counted "nine people." quantity?

 "I made a bold assumption." Qi Xia said expressionlessly, "If the sheep-headed man is not a human being, then do we have enough air? It's obviously not enough."

 "What kind of lunatic are you?" Dr. Zhao pondered, "You actually made such a weird assumption?"

 "Is it difficult to understand?" Qi Xia pointed to the headless corpse on her right, "Dr. Zhao, you should know a lot about skulls. Generally speaking, humans use single Can you break the skull with your hands?"

 Dr. Zhao did not answer because he knew this was completely impossible.

 Needless to say, a human skull, even a rabbit's skull, is not an easy task to crush on a table with one hand.

 Qi Xia withdrew his gaze, looked at everyone again, and said: "Time is running out. I have already written down my candidates, and it will be up to you next. But remember, as long as one person's answer is different from mine, Everyone here will be "sanctioned."

 Everyone is a little timid.

 A monster who can kill people at will will now be "voted out" by them.

 Is he willing?

 Qiao Jiajin looked at the goat-headed man with his peripheral vision and found that he had not moved. His deep eyes were piercing through the goat mask, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

 "The Yan family shovel, give it your all!" Qiao Jiajin waved his hand and wrote the word "human sheep".

 Everyone hesitated for a moment and then wrote down their answers.

 Qi Xia took a quick look and saw that, without exception, they were all "human sheep".

 The clock points to 1 o'clock and the game is over.

 The sheep-headed man slowly stepped forward and said, "Congratulations to everyone, you survived the "Liar" game. Now I will personally "sanction" the loser."

 Before everyone could react, the sheep-headed man The leader took out a pistol from his arms, turned the gun tip to his heart, and pulled the trigger.

 An unimaginable loud noise echoed in the cramped room.

 The sound was difficult to dissipate in such a closed space, and everyone felt a little tinnitus.

 Then, the goat head covered his chest and started screaming.

 The huge shouts quickly overwhelmed the echoes of the gunshots and continued to stir in the room, making everyone feel a little chilly.

 The goat head screamed and vomited blood. It took more than a minute for the sound to quiet down and turn into a painful groan.

 "What...what..." Qiao Jiajin looked at the sheep-headed man blankly, "Is he serious?"

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

 The nine people present suddenly found that their legs could make them stronger.

 Doctor Zhao stood up first, walked to the sheep-headed man, reached out and touched the artery in his neck, and found that it had stopped beating.

 "Hey!" Dr. Zhao shouted at the goat's head, "The game is over, how can we get out?!"

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

 The others also slowly stood up.

 Nothing has changed in this room, except for the addition of a corpse.

 "That's weird...are we really dead?" Tiantian seemed to be still struggling with this question. She stretched out her slender palm and slapped herself hard.

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

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

 "I..." Tiantian was stunned for a moment, "It seems that he has never died..."

 "So, who knows what will happen after death. Looking at this situation, maybe this is hell." Qiao Jiajin looked at the room. With two corpses, I felt uncomfortable all over. "I can not only feel the pain, but also the smell."

 "So what are we? Souls?" 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 did not consume oxygen.

 It seems that death is really a mysterious thing that cannot be explained by any medical common sense.

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

 Officer Li walked to Goat Head and picked up the gun that fell in his hand.

 This move shocked everyone, and they subconsciously stayed away from him.

 Officer Li skillfully pulled the gun and looked at it, then ejected the magazine. He found that the gun only had one bullet and was now empty.

 This is both good news and bad news.

 The good thing is that they don't have to worry about someone using this gun to hurt others, but the bad thing is that they can't protect themselves when they encounter other dangers.

 Qiao Jiajin was very courageous. He reached out and slowly took off the sheep-headed man's mask, and found that underneath the mask was a man with a completely rotten face.

 His eyes were rolled up, and there was no sign of life.

 "What a scary face..."

 Lawyer Zhang echoed from the side.