This time, the silence lasted for several minutes as everyone tried to accept this unbelievable fact.
After a moment, Officer Li was the first to flip open his identity card, which indeed read "Liar."
The others followed suit, revealing that all their cards said "Liar."
"You're quite impressive..." Lawyer Zhang cast an approving glance at Qi Xia. "But how did you figure out that we were all dead?"
Qi Xia pointed to his draft paper and said, "It's not difficult. I kept wondering why the room was sealed? Why were there lines drawn on the walls and floor? Why was there a clock placed in the center of the table? And why did the Goatman force us to take a 'mid-game break'?"
"The average human consumes about 0.007 cubic meters of air per minute, which amounts to 0.42 cubic meters per hour. With ten people in this room, our total air consumption would reach 4.2 cubic meters per hour."
"According to the Goatman, we not only slept in this room for 12 hours but also played the game for nearly an hour. If you multiply 4.2 cubic meters by 13, you get the number '54.6.'"
Qi Xia circled "54.6" on his draft paper and said, "This is the amount of air we should have consumed."
He then looked around the room and continued, "But how much air does this room actually have?"
Everyone followed his gaze.
"The organizers left us clues. They drew lines on the walls and floors, dividing them into many squares, each about a meter long." Qi Xia pointed to the marks on the wall. "The number of squares on the wall is 3 by 4, and the floor and ceiling are 4 by 4. So the dimensions of this room are 4 by 4 by 3, totaling 48 cubic meters."
"But how can a room with 48 cubic meters hold 54.6 cubic meters of air?" Qi Xia frowned and said, "After so long, the air should be getting thin, yet we don't feel any signs of oxygen deprivation..."
Dr. Zhao pondered for a moment, took Qi Xia's draft paper, and pointed to the number "49.14," asking, "What does this number mean?"
Qi Xia looked at Dr. Zhao seriously and replied, "This also represents the amount of air needed, but it's calculated for 'nine people.'"
"Ninety people?"
Dr. Zhao was taken aback, as there were clearly ten people consuming air in the room, yet he was calculating for "nine."
"I made a bold assumption." Qi Xia said expressionlessly, "What if the Goatman 'isn't human'? Then would our air supply be sufficient? Clearly, it wouldn't be."
"What kind of madness is this?" Dr. Zhao pondered, "You actually made such a bizarre assumption?"
"Is it hard to understand?" Qi Xia pointed to the headless corpse to his right. "Dr. Zhao, you should know a lot about skulls. Is it possible for a human to crush a skull with one hand?"
Dr. Zhao didn't answer, knowing it was completely impossible.
Not to mention a human skull, even crushing a rabbit's skull with one hand on the table wouldn't be easy.
Qi Xia withdrew his gaze, looked at everyone, and said, "Time is running out. I've already written down my choice. Now it's up to you, but remember, if even one person's answer differs from mine, everyone present will face 'punishment.'"
The crowd felt a bit intimidated.
A monster that could kill at will was now to be 'voted out' by them.
Is he willing to accept this?
Jiao Jiaqing glanced at the Goatman and found that he remained motionless, his deep gaze penetrating through the goat mask, seemingly lost in thought.
"To hell with it, let's go for broke!" Jiao Jiaqing waved his hand and wrote down the words "Human Goat."
The others hesitated for a moment but eventually wrote down their answers too.
Qi Xia looked around, and without exception, everyone had written down "Human Goat."
The clock struck 1 o'clock, and the game was over.
The Goatman slowly approached and said, "Congratulations, everyone. You survived the 'Liar' game. Now, I will personally carry out the 'punishment' for the loser."
Before anyone could react, the Goatman pulled out a handgun from his pocket, turned the barrel to his own heart, and pulled the trigger.
A sound that was unimaginable echoed in the narrow room.
In this enclosed space, the sound was hard to dissipate, and everyone felt a bit of ringing in their ears.
Then, the Goatman clutched his chest and began to scream.
The enormous cries quickly drowned out the sound of the gunshot, reverberating in the room, sending chills down everyone's spine.
The Goatman screamed and coughed up blood, and it took over a minute for the sound to finally subside into painful groans.
"What's... going on..." Jiao Jiaqing stared at the Goatman in shock. "Is he serious?"
After a few more minutes, the groans fell silent.
The nine people present suddenly found that they could exert strength in their legs again.
Dr. Zhao was the first to stand up, walk over to the Goatman, and check his pulse at the neck, discovering it had stopped beating.
"Hey!" Dr. Zhao shouted at the Goatman, "The game is over, how do we get out?!"
But a quiet corpse offered no reply.
The others slowly stood up as well.
The room had not changed at all, except for the addition of a corpse.
"How strange... Are we really dead?" Tiantian seemed to be still grappling with this question, extending her delicate hand to slap herself hard.
"Ouch!" Tiantian exclaimed, "It still hurts... Why can I feel pain if I'm dead?"
Jiao Jiaqing shook his head helplessly. "What, have you died before?"
"I..." Tiantian paused slightly, "I guess I haven't died before..."
"So, who knows what happens after death? Given this situation, maybe this place is hell." Jiao Jiaqing glanced at the two corpses in the room, feeling uneasy all over. "Not only can I feel pain, but I can also smell something foul."
"So what are we? Souls?" asked the writer Han Yimo.
Dr. Zhao, hearing this, checked his own body and found his heartbeat, temperature, and pulse all normal, and he was breathing regularly, yet he wasn't consuming oxygen.
It seemed that death was indeed a mysterious thing, one that no medical knowledge could explain.
"Regardless of what we are, I don't want to be stuck in this small room for the rest of my days," Officer Li said. "Let's find a way out."
Officer Li walked over to the Goatman and casually picked up the gun that had fallen beside him.
This action startled everyone, and they instinctively moved away from him.
Officer Li skillfully opened the gun's chamber to take a look, then ejected the magazine, discovering that the gun only had one bullet left and was now empty.
This was both good and bad news.
The good news was that they didn't have to worry about anyone using the gun to harm others again, but the bad news was that they couldn't protect themselves if they encountered other dangers.
Jiao Jiaqing, who was quite bold, slowly removed the Goatman's mask, revealing a completely decayed face beneath.
His eyes were rolled back, showing no signs of life.
"What a terrifying face..."
Lawyer Zhang echoed from the side.