This kind of recognition was almost like a collective appointment, and it was also a collective appointment for the gathering. Yes, the face of "The Great Talker" is indeed very large. Qi Ai's face flushed. "Why is my height so much greater than others'? Why is mine so much taller?" When talking to a group of strangers, they don't know or understand you at all. It's very difficult to expose a lie when you just randomly choose any one. Could it be true that using a fake name can really save eight lives? Or is it that the person who draws "The One Who Speaks" is the chosen one? Is this really an unfair game? "No..." Qi thought to himself in his heart. "If one can survive by drawing it, then why not directly write 'Live' and 'Die' on the card? This way, it would be easier to achieve the goal. Otherwise, what's the point of this game that lasts for nearly an hour?" A profound sense of duty and responsibility was deeply rooted in his heart. Qi Ai kept asking, thinking over every word that Goathead had said. "Hey, it's your turn now," said Qiao Jia, and reached out to pat Qi on the shoulder. Only then did he return to the temple. There he found that everyone was looking at him with strange light. At this point, there's no point in asking too many questions. Otherwise, I'll look even more suspicious. He just composed himself and reorganized the circuits. He kept repeating in his mind the words "My name is Li Ming, from Shandong Province" over and over again. But this time, he couldn't use this answer. He had to find the "solution" to this riddle. He could only think for a moment and then said to everyone, "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Qi Cai. I'm from Shandong Province. I'm a professional swindler." "Compile?" The only thing the audience heard after Qi said his first sentence was the exclamation of Xing Jing. After all, the role of "the swindler" has appeared in many people's stories. This child also interwove the stories of all the people together in a vague and indistinct way. What is even more astonishing is that they have to judge whether what a "liar" says is true or not. "Before coming here, I was trying to figure out how to clean up the two million yuan I had in my hands." "Anyway, it must have taken some effort. In the end, I got 1.4 million yuan. This is the most cost-effective method I could think of." "However, on the way back from the rescue site, suddenly an earthquake struck. When we reached the door, we saw that our house was constantly shaking." "Logically speaking, at such times one shouldn't enter the room. After all, the room temperature can suddenly drop at any moment, and I really care about the people inside the room. I can only rush to their rescue at such times." "Sure enough, when I entered the store H, the doors and windows suddenly opened and collapsed. I was trapped and lost consciousness." Qi Ai's tone was rather flat. After He Liang finished speaking a few sentences to tell the story, everyone in the audience stared at him intently. He knew that he was doing something that was beyond reproach. Only by doing so could he verify whether his thoughts were correct. As long as that goat-head speaks now, it means that my guess was pretty accurate. Just as Qi Zhen had expected, Shan Goathead Cheng Qi came forward and said to everyone, "Very good. All of you have finished telling your stories. Now it's the time for a twenty-minute free discussion. After twenty minutes, everyone needs to write down a name on a blank sheet of paper in front of them." "Sure enough!" Qi Xin felt a thrill in her heart. "Sure enough, there are twenty minutes left!" In this way, everything makes sense! At this moment, the people around were somewhat alarmed. After all, Ma Li's decision on their lives and deaths was only twenty minutes away. There was no time to lose. Both Jiao Jia'an and Li Xiangwu were trying to make up for their past mistakes. Perhaps due to their professional roles, the two were filled with remorse.
And Dr. Zhao began to question the writer Han Jiaojing. After all, Han Jiaojing's story had nothing to do with any of the others'. Lawyer Zhang and Shangjiao seemed to have a mutual understanding with Yu Zhihuai and Jiang Shuang. Qu Linli, Han Yimo and Shu Zhen were still in the midst of their dispute. According to the rules of the game, "The One Who Says 'Shuffle'" should have won this round. Because the numbers of the items are not uniform. The rule is very clear. Only when everyone has voted for the liar can the eight of them survive together. Qi had never engaged in any discussion, and thus the C muscle was paralyzed. Countless clues were scattered throughout his luggage. The Goathead said, "Among all the storytellers, there is only one who tells the story of the Washer." The Goathead said, "The rules are correct." The Goathead said, "All of you have been asleep for twelve hours." Qi Fa opened his eyes. Now, only the last piece of information was missing, and this "problem" could be solved. But where is that information? Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through Houhai. The lines of vertical and horizontal crosshairs on the wall and the floor made him feel dizzy. He looked again at the clock on the table and found that it was almost 1 o'clock. "It turns out that's how it is..." Qi Jiepan widened his eyes and said, "Well, it's... I'm actually a liar, but I was almost taken for one by you all." Everyone seemed to have noticed Qi Ai's appearance. However, this liar seldom spoke from the very beginning and it was unknown what he was planning. "Hey, could you give me another piece of paper?" Qi Yi asked the goat-head. Upon hearing this, the Goathead was clearly taken aback and then asked inquisitively, "You still want to have a piece of paper?" "Yes." Qi pointed his head in agreement, "I need a sheet of rough draft paper." After a long silence, the Goathead took out another piece of paper from his pocket on the right side of his head and handed it to Qi Cai. Qi Xi was not at all reluctant to take the paper and began to calculate. He counted the squares on Lingfen's clothes and found there were nine of them in total. Meanwhile, the squares on the floor and the ceiling altogether numbered sixteen. "Without guessing the words..." Qi Liang quickly scribbled something down. "The square meter is one unit of area. That means we are located in a room that is 2 meters high, 4 meters long and 4 meters wide. The volume is 4 x 4 x 3.8 = 54.8 cubic meters. Qi Yi's hand trembled slightly: "Not enough... Completely not enough..." Everyone stared at Qi Liang in puzzlement. This was clearly a question of determining who was lying. But he was doing math problems instead. One could see that he had drawn out many vertical columns of figures, and finally arrived at the two figures of [54.6] and [49.14]. When he saw these two figures, Qi Yingzhen seemed as if in a state of deathly pallor, as if he were trying to accept something. If his guess is completely correct, the current situation is truly terrifying. His eyes kept flickering and his thoughts were carried away to the far reaches of the sky. The voices of the crowd's debate also gradually died down. This man before me is not engaged in any discussion. He is merely calculating something. Could it be that he has found the "answer" to this problem on his own? After a long while, he raised his head and looked at everyone. There was a hint of anxiety, hesitation, doubt and confusion in his eyes. "Everyone," Qi cleared his throat and spoke in a low voice, "I don't want to have you executed here. But if you insist on it, I will die too. I also don't want to die here alone. Someone is waiting for me outside. So no matter what, I have to make sure to get out. I can only announce this here. I hope you can listen to me carefully.""Hey, what does the word '答案' mean?" Li Qifa's neighbor, who was standing closest to him, gave a slight start. "You think it means 'answer Qi Xue did not reply. Instead, she reached out to pick up her "identity card" and then held it up for everyone to see. "This is my true identity." Everyone is highly recommended to take a look. The three words "The Real Washer" on the card are written in a very concise and succinct manner.