At this moment, Hua Qingnan raised his hand and said to Shixiangyangtou, "Hey, referee, how should we handle this case where there's a pseudonym? Should it be considered as lying?" Shixiangyangtou neither nodded nor shook his head. He just said indifferently, "I won't participate in the rest of the process. You just need to write down your names according to your own thoughts. Remember, 'the rules are right.' At the end, I will personally 'punish' the loser." The words "punish" were pronounced with a certain weight, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily. "This, this means I didn't lie!" the girl suddenly shouted, "If I had lied, I would be dead by now, right? Even if it's a pseudonym, my pseudonym is really 'Sweet H'!" No one responded to her. This was a crucial stage where one's survival depended on the other's death. No doubts could be overlooked. "Then it's my turn to speak," Hua Qingnan pursed his lips, looking very unhappy. "If this lady's story isn't considered lying, then mine surely isn't either. My name is Qi Jiadong. I live in Guangdong and have no particular occupation. Before coming here, I was collecting debts. My pronunciation is not very good, so everyone has to listen carefully." "Nowadays, people are really interesting. They promise everything when borrowing money, but start crying when it's time to repay. They call us debt collectors devils and cold-blooded." "But shouldn't the borrower think from our perspective? When he was most helpless and needed money the most, it was I who extended a helping hand. When no one else would lend him money, it was I who did. To him, I'm not a devil but a savior." "But how did he treat this savior of his?" "He went around crying and wailing, saying how he was so innocent and had been cheated out of two million. He also criticized us debt collectors as cold-blooded, even wanting to use his neighbor's tree to end his predicament. But we signed a contract when he borrowed the money, and I clearly told him all the terms. Now that he can't repay, is that my fault?" "Last night, I wanted to teach him a lesson, so I took him to a high rooftop. Unexpectedly, there was an earthquake. I didn't mean to kill him, but this guy actually pulled out a knife and tried to stab me!" "In the chaos, he pushed me off the rooftop and I hit a Buddha statue. What happened after that... I can't remember." Everyone was stunned after hearing this man's story. Nan Hu seemed to have realized something and said with a sneer, "See? I told you why you were trying to smear me! It turns out you're the liar!" "What? You say I'm lying first?" Qi Jiadong said viciously. "I'm in Shaanxi, and you're in Guangdong!" Nan Hu pointed at him and said, "Your story is clearly copied from mine! There was an earthquake in my place, and there was an earthquake in yours too. I was hit by a Buddha statue, and you were hit by a Buddha statue too! This isn't lying, what is it?" "I don't care where you are. I just encountered an earthquake." Hua Qingnan glared at him and said, "If I didn't tell the truth, that would be lying! There are Buddha statues all over the world, not just one!" "In any case, you're lying!" He slapped Qi Jiadong and said, "Your job is for bad people to do. It's not surprising that you're lying!" "Oh, your job is better than mine?" Qi Huang looked at the two people arguing fiercely and felt that this matter was indeed a bit strange. It wasn't because one of them was lying, but because he himself had also experienced an earthquake. He wasn't in Shaanxi or Guangdong, but in Shandong. Could there be such a large-scale earthquake in the world? This earthquake spanned half the country and involved three provinces. If what they said was true, wouldn't this be an unprecedented disaster? "Let's stop. Let's finish this quickly." The man sitting opposite sternly stopped the two and then looked at the next girl, saying, "It's your turn. If we really want to judge who's lying, it's better to wait until everyone has spoken." The two people heard this and snorted coldly, remaining silent. The woman beside Qi Jia Dong timidly nodded and said, "Um... I'm Shang Ran, a kindergarten teacher." Hearing this girl's name, Shi Qilai was quite startled. Her voice was very soft and trembling. "Before coming here, I was with a child waiting for his parents. Usually, it was his mother who came to pick him up, but later I heard that she got seriously ill and had something growing in her brain, so she needed an operation. So for the past few days, it's been his father who comes to pick him up. But it seems that he often forgets to come." "It was already past six o'clock last night. Actually, I had already passed my working hours, but for some reason, the child's father still didn't answer the phone."
Actually, I had something to do that night too. I had an appointment with a psychologist. I felt that I wasn't satisfied with my current job and hoped the psychologist could help me figure it out. But I didn't arrive until several hours later, and my appointment was ruined. Just when I was lost in thought, the whole ground suddenly started shaking. I was so scared... It took me several seconds to realize it was an earthquake... The feeling of the earthquake was different from what I had heard. The ground wasn't just shaking up and down, but also swaying left and right. It was like standing on a table and someone kept shaking it... I immediately held the child in my arms, but I didn't know what else to do. I saw the three towers of Chongsheng Temple in the distance all cracked - fortunately, we were standing on an open ground. Then, I saw a speeding car rushing towards us. I could only hold the child and stagger away, but the shaking ground made me fall every few steps. Finally, I fell and hit my head, and then I passed out. When I woke up, I was here. This was a rather unremarkable account. The only thing that caught Qi's attention was "Chongsheng Temple's three towers". These three towers are in Dali, Yunnan. Qi gently touched the card on the table. Although he was holding the three characters with his hand, he knew that it referred to "the liar". So, could there be more than one liar? If the "rule is correct", then what the goat-headed man said, "there is only one liar", must be correct. Since I drew the "liar", it proved that the others couldn't be liars. There was only one liar. They all told the truth, but these stories that affected three provinces were all connected. Not only the earthquake, but even the contents they told were linked together. Wasn't this too strange? At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to the next person, the middle-aged man in the white suit.