"Liars..."
Qi Xia repeated these three words in his mind, confirming his identity before calmly covering the card.
Just a minute ago, he had fantasized about the thought of "everyone leaving alive."
But now it was different.
Although he didn't know the eight people in front of him, this time, only they would die.
"If there are no objections, please remember the rules: in this game, 'there is only one liar'..." The goat-headed figure pointed at the s*xy girl to Qi Xia's left, "So you'll start, and we'll go clockwise."
"Huh? Me?" The girl was taken aback, then pouted.
Qi Xia turned to look; starting from the girl on his left and going clockwise, the order of storytelling was not very favorable for him.
He would be the last one to tell his story.
In situations of extreme tension and oppression, people usually only remember the first and last storytellers.
But raising a question now would seem too abrupt; he could only take it one step at a time.
The s*xy girl furrowed her brows, her big eyes darting around, and finally let out a sigh, saying, "Alright... I'll go first, but I've never been good at telling stories since I was a child, so please don't blame me if I don't do well..."
At that moment, everyone else didn't know what to say and could only listen quietly.
The s*xy girl extended her slender finger and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before continuing,
"My name is Tiantian, and I'm a... uh... a 'technical worker.' We earn money based on our skills, and I don't feel ashamed of it.
At this point, everyone noticed that the girl named Tiantian was dressed very lightly, wearing only a dirty, low-cut mini dress that barely covered what it was supposed to.
But it seemed she didn't really care about that.
"My stories are mostly not suitable to share with everyone... In short, you can call me 'Action,' but calling me 'Description' really leaves me at a loss for words. After all, who with a bit of education would do this kind of work, right...?"
"Anyway, before I came here, I was at work. But the customer I encountered was really peculiar... Our establishment clearly provides a service area, but he insisted on going to his car, saying it would be more thrilling... So, to make money, I had no choice but to go with him..."
"This was my first time working in a car, and I didn't expect that even though it looked like a high-end vehicle, it was so cramped inside. Before long, I was sweating all over. I really didn't understand what was so 'thrilling' about this broken place. During that time, the customer's phone kept ringing, and he refused to answer it. I was getting so annoyed..."
Tiantian seemed like she wanted to curse at that customer a bit more, but her gaze accidentally caught the dead body on the table, and she immediately jumped in shock. Taking a deep breath, she said:
"Well, I guess I have to accept the industry I've chosen. I just didn't expect that there would suddenly be an 'earthquake.' At first, I thought we were moving too much, which caused the shaking, but who knew it was a real earthquake."
As soon as she mentioned the word "earthquake," everyone's expressions shifted slightly, as if they recalled something.
"Our car was parked in a narrow alley... right under a big billboard... At that moment, my head was sticking out of the car, and I happened to see it." Tiantian pointed to the top of her head, trembling as she said, "That huge billboard suddenly, for some reason, came crashing down with a 'clang' and fell directly onto the car. I lost consciousness..."
She took a deep breath and continued, "When I woke up, I found myself here. I was really scared to death..."
Tiantian displayed a look of grievance, a facial expression that seemed to have been practiced specifically to make men feel a bit stirred.
The tattooed man sitting next to her was slightly taken aback and said, "Everyone, do we still need to continue this?"
The man in the white lab coat was surprised and looked at the tattooed man, asking, "What do you mean?"
"This 'miss' is already lying; we can just vote directly," the tattooed man declared confidently.
"You...! What are you saying?!" Tiantian exclaimed in shock. "Where did I lie?"
The tattooed man shot a cold glance at Tiantian and said, "Your name. You said your name is 'Tiantian,' but all the escort girls use aliases. Names like 'Tiantian,' 'Xiaofang,' or 'Lili' are very common, so by concealing your real name, you've already lied."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tiantian's face turned bright red.
"You... what are you babbling about? My name is Tiantian! I haven't used my real name in many years!" After saying this, she looked around at everyone and added, "At my workplace, the only way to find me is by calling me 'Tiantian.' No one recognizes my real name!"
At this moment, everyone began to ponder, and Qi Xia's expression also turned serious.
From Tiantian's earlier words, Qi Xia couldn't detect any sense of lying; her storytelling was steady and her tone calm.
This conversational style, akin to chatting with a friend, could only lead to two conclusions: either the story she was telling had been concocted long ago and rehearsed many times, or she was speaking the truth.
But now, the tattooed man had provided Qi Xia with another perspective.
That is, "lying about one's name."
Lying about a name doesn't require logical reasoning or coherence, making it difficult for most people to spot the flaw.
After all, everyone present was a stranger to one another, and names could only be learned through each other's accounts.
Qi Xia carefully recalled what the goat-headed man had said: "Among all the storytellers, one person is lying." This rule did not specify that the liar must use a "false story" to deceive; "false names" could apply as well.
Seeing herself being doubted, Tiantian's eyes widened with anxiety. "If you still don't believe me, my real name is Zhang Lijuan... I'm from Shaanxi... You can try calling me by my real name; I won't respond to that. I will only respond to 'Tiantian'... I, I..."
Hearing this, Qi Xia silently shook her head.
This woman was not as clever as she had imagined.
In other words, she could not have premeditated this lie, nor could she have come up with the "lying about names" scheme on the spot.
The goat-headed man said, "There is exactly one liar," which meant that this person could only be Qi Xia herself.
If the others had not realized the seriousness of the "Tiantian" issue, then he had found a surefire way to win.
If he were to fabricate a name, "Qi" was not a good surname. While it was not rare, it was also not very common, and he needed to avoid a surname that was easy to remember.
In other words, everything he said had to be as inconspicuous as possible.
So he planned to call himself "Li Ming."
The rest of the story he could narrate normally, and even the most skilled observer would not be able to spot the flaw.
The game was about to come to an end.