Qi Xia had been sitting in his seat all along, neither standing up nor looking for clues. He still felt a bit strange. So did the psychologist, Lin Qin, who remained seated. "What are you thinking about?" Lin Qin asked, casually covering her mouth and nose. "Me?" Qi Xia was taken aback. "Why? Are you going to give me a psychological diagnosis?" "Not really. Although people as smart as you tend to have some psychological issues, this situation is not suitable for psychological treatment." Lin Qin smiled slightly. "I just wanted to know what you were thinking about." Qi Xia pondered for a moment and said, "I'm thinking about the reason." "The reason?" Qi Xia ignored Lin Qin and instead called out to Doctor Zhao, asking, "Doctor, how long can a person survive after being shot in the heart?" Doctor Zhao turned around and thought for a moment before saying, "If I remember correctly, when the heart is hit by a bullet, a person will lose consciousness within a few seconds. However, since medical 'death' refers to 'brain death', the brain will continue to function for a few more minutes even if the person is unconscious." Qi Xia nodded. "The sheep-headed man was screaming for several minutes. This indicates that his body structure is much tougher than that of an average human, right?" "Yes. Even after being shot in the heart, he remained conscious for several minutes." Hearing Qi Xia's conversation with the doctor, everyone fell silent. It was because of this conman's clear thinking that all nine of them were able to survive. "So, what do you think is the reason?" Qi Xia held up his index finger and thumb to form the shape of a gun and placed it against his temple. "Most people would choose to commit suicide this way." He thought for a moment and then pointed his hand from bottom to top at his jaw. "Or like this." Qi Xia withdrew his hand and pointed at his heart. "No matter how you look at it... suicide victims would choose a way that causes them as little pain as possible. But why did he aim at his heart?" Qiao Jiajin was playing with the sheep-headed mask in his hand and then turned the man's head over. "Maybe this guy's brain is tougher than a sausage. A single shot couldn't kill him." "Since he was bleeding, it means his body structure is the same as ours," said Police Officer Li. "Even if he's strong, a shot to the head at this distance would definitely kill him." Qi Xia nodded. "If that's the case, I can only think of one reason." He pointed at the mask in Qiao Jiajin's hand and said, "The reason why the sheep-headed man chose to shoot himself in the heart was probably to protect something. The 'game' is far from over."
Qiao Jiajin was stunned: "You mean... he was afraid of damaging his mask?" "Exactly." Under Qi Xia's instructions, Qiao Jiajin turned the sheepskin mask over, and the rough inner lining of the sheepskin was exposed to everyone. A stench of decay and sourness also came out from it. Just as Qi Xia had expected, there were words written in black pen inside the sheepskin mask. Only some parts were stained with blood, but Qiao Jiajin didn't care. He grabbed his T-shirt and wiped it, and the writing could finally be recognized. "What's this?" Qiao Jiajin was stunned for a moment and began to read the words in his non-standard Mandarin: "I am 'Human-Dog'." "You are cursed." "I hope you can survive." "The clock never stops, and danger is everywhere." "If you want to survive, turn towards your hometown a hundred times." "By the way, everyone says that bamboo shoots after rain grow fast, but why aren't bamboo shoots afraid of being hit by rain? "See you after the rain." Qi Xia frowned slightly. It was indeed a hint for the next game... ..... The shadow of death that hung over everyone refused to lift. They were already dead, but were they to die again? "Hey, liar, what does this mean?" Qiao Jiajin asked. "How should I know?" Qi Xia snorted. "There are nine of us here. Do I have to do all the thinking?"
Zhang Chenze, the lawyer, sat down slowly on the chair and said, "Although you don't want to admit it, your thinking is very much in line with that of the 'organizer'. If you have any ideas, please share them." "I..." Before Xia Zhenqi could finish speaking, the walls around him suddenly changed. Under the stunned looks of all the people, one after another, holes appeared out of nowhere. The wall that was originally made of cement now seems to be like a constantly changing soft material. After a while, rows of holes were neatly arranged on the wall, as if they had always been there. At the same moment, the sounds of pulling and stretching of chains were heard from all sides. "What's going on?" Everyone became alarmed in an instant. "Look at the roof!" Someone shouted in surprise. Everyone looked up and noticed that even the roof was full of numerous holes. Qi Xia finally stood up and took the sheepskin mask from Qiao Jiajin's hands. She carefully examined the last sentence on it. "See you after the rain." "Rain...?" Qiao Jia stealthily crept up to the wall, crouched beside the hole and peered inside. He was so startled that he took several steps back. "I'm lost!" He shouted out in desperation, wanting to find a place to hide, but found that there was no place at all where he could hide. "What's the matter? What's inside?" Xiao Ran asked in a frightened tone. Everyone knew that Qiao Jiajin's courage had grown greatly. Now that he could be so frightened and keep backing away, it must be something extremely dangerous. "I'll kill you!" Qiao Jiajin shouted loudly, "It's a harpoon! All the harpoons in Kong are 'retreating'!" "What does 'retreating' mean?" Doctor Zhao asked in confusion. "It should be 'tensioned'." Qi Xia said, "Since the moment just now, there have been continuous sounds of chains being pulled from all directions. Now these harpoons are all 'tensioned' and could be launched at any moment." "Hey! You liar, think of a way quickly!" Qiao Jiajin came up to Qi Xia and said anxiously, "If they all launch at the same time from all directions, where can we hide?" Qi Xia thought it over carefully. It was not difficult for her to survive. After all, there were already two corpses at the scene.
The spear's penetration power is limited. All you need to do is pile up two corpses at the corner of the room and hide behind them. In this way, although you might get injured, your survival rate will still be quite high. "This time, it seems it will be very difficult to keep everyone alive. I also need to protect myself, so I won't save you guys anymore." Qi Xia said softly. "You... " Qiao Jiajin wanted to speak but couldn't help but stop himself. He could only turn to Police Officer Li and Doctor Zhao for help, but those two looked even more at a loss. Qi Xia then glanced at the few warning remarks on the sheepskin mask. Could it be that I misunderstood something? Only when the last person is left will this "game" truly come to an end. If everyone is always allowed to survive, this kind of killing game will keep recurring. After all, this room is very strange. The four walls can change at any time. This seems to be contrary to any scientific principles and more like magic. But if the organizers are powerful figures who can cast spells, why should we make things difficult for those nine dead people? Could this be some kind of perverse game played by an organization that manages ghosts? While Qi Xia was lost in thought, Lin Rui looked at the mask in his hand and spoke: "Here... it's written that there's a way to keep us alive. It says to 'turn one hundred paces in the direction of home'." After a momentary lull, the crowd gradually regained their composure and began to ponder over this statement. "Could it be that you're facing the direction of your hometown and just spinning around by yourself?" Tian Tian asked. "No way!" Qiao Jiajin shook his head. "In this room, how can you determine the direction of your hometown? And spinning around for a hundred rounds won't do anything except make you dizzy." "Forget it! I'll give it a try first!" Tian Tian randomly chose a direction and started spinning around by herself. Qi Xia thought for a moment and knew that the matter couldn't be so simple.