Chia remained in her seat, neither getting up nor looking for clues.

He still feels a little weird.

Also not standing up was psychologist NGO NGO Lin.

"What are you thinking?" Ngo asked carelessly, covering her mouth and nose.

"Me? Qixia froze, "What? Are you going to give me a psychological diagnosis?"

"That's not true. A man as intelligent as you is more or less mentally ill, but it's not a situation that lends itself to therapy." Ngo ngo smiled slightly. "I just want to ask you what you're thinking."

Qixia pondered for a moment and said, "I'm thinking about the reason."

"Why?"

Qixia ignored Ringo's attention. Instead, she called on Doctor Zhao and asked, "Doctor, how long can an average person survive being shot in the heart?"

Dr. Zhao looked back, thought for a moment, and said, "If I remember correctly, a person who is shot in the heart will enter a state of unconsciousness within a few seconds, but since medical" death "means" brain death, "even if unconscious, the brain will continue to work for a few minutes."

Qixia nodded: "Just now the sheep-man screamed for a few minutes, indicating that his body structure is much stronger than the average human?"

"Yes. He was shot in the heart for several minutes before he completely lost consciousness."

They heard Qixia and the doctor talk, couldn't help but quiet down.

Only because of this liar's clear thinking, all nine people can survive.

"Why do you think that is?" Qixia held out his index finger and thumb, compared to a gun shape, and placed it on his temple, "Ordinary people will choose to commit suicide like this."

He thought for a moment, then pointed his hand at his jaw from the bottom up. "Or this."

Qixia withdrew her hand and pointed to her heart:

"Anyway... A suicidal person chooses to die in a way that causes him as little pain as possible, but why would he aim at his heart?"

Joe's strong hand played with the sheep's head mask, and then turned the man's head, said: "Maybe this sausage head is harder, a shot can not beat."

"If he vomits blood, it proves that his body is made the same as ours." "Even if he was strong, the next shot to the head at that distance would have killed him," Li said.

Qixia nodded: "In that case, I can only think of one reason."

He reached out and pointed to the mask in Qiao Jiajin's hands, and said: "The reason why the sheep man chose to shoot his heart is 80% to protect something, and the game is not over yet."

Qiao Jia Jin startled: "You mean... Is he afraid of breaking his mask?"

"That's right."

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Under the command of Qixia, Qiaojia strength turned over the sheepskin mask, the rough sheepskin lining exposed in front of everyone.

A rotten, sour smell came from it.

As Qixia had expected, the inside of the sheepskin mask was written in black pen.

Just some places stained with blood, Qiaojia strength also do not care, grabbed his T-shirt wipe, handwriting can finally be recognized.

"What the hell?" Qiao Jiajin froze for a moment and began to read the above words in his non-standard Mandarin:

"I'm a human dog."

"You are cursed."

"I want you to live."

"The clock is ticking. There is killing on all sides."

"If you want to survive, turn a hundred times in the direction of your hometown."

"By the way, it is said that spring shoots after rain, why spring shoots are not afraid of rain?"

"See you after the rain."

Qixia frowned slightly, and it was a hint for the next game...

The shadow of death that hangs over all of us never goes away.

They're already dead, and they want to die again?

"Well, liar, what does that mean?" Qiao Jia Jin asked.

"How should I know? Qixia snorted coldly, "There are nine people here, do I have to think?"

Zhang Chenze, a lawyer, slowly sat down on a chair and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, your thinking is very much in line with the organizer. If you have any ideas, you should say it."

"I..."

Before Qixia could speak, the walls around him suddenly changed.

In the shock of everyone's face, a hole appeared out of thin air.

What had been a concrete wall now looked like a constantly changing piece of software.

A moment later, rows of holes lined up neatly on the wall as if they had been there before.

At the same moment there was a tug of chains on all sides.

"What's going on?" The crowd was suddenly in a panic.

'Look at the roof! I don't know who exclaimed.

Everyone looked up and found that even the roof was dense with holes.

Qixia finally stood up and took the sheepskin mask from Qiaojia Jin and looked carefully at the last sentence above.

"See you after the rain."

"The rain... ?"

Qiaojia strength tiptoe to the wall, lie on the empty side to look, suddenly startled, consecutive back several steps.

"I lost it!

He cried out for a place to hide, but found that there was nowhere to hide.

"What's the matter? What's in it?" Xiao Ran asked with some fear.

Everyone know Qiaojia strength of courage has been very big, now can let him scare back again and again, must be something great.

"I threw you old... " Joe shouted loudly. "It's a harpoon! The hole is full of "retreating" harpoons!"

"What do you mean, 'going backwards'?" Zhao doctor puzzled asked.

"It should be winding up." Qixia said, "Since just now, the sound of chains has been heard from all sides. Now these harpoons are all strung and may be launched at any time."

"Hey! Liar, you quickly think of something!" Qiaojia strength came to Qixia side, said in a hurry, "the four directions together launch words, where do we hide ah?"

Qixia carefully thought about it, it is not difficult to live, after all, there are already two bodies on the scene.

The penetration force of the harpoon is limited, and you only need to pile two bodies in the corner and hide yourself behind the bodies, so that although there is a possibility of injury, the survival rate is still high.

"It's going to be hard to keep everyone alive this time, and I need to protect myself, so I won't be saving you anymore." Qixia said softly.

"You..." Qiaojia strength want to speak, can only ask officer Li and doctor Zhao for help, but the two people look more at a loss.

Qixia looked again at the signs on the sheepskin mask.

Did I get it wrong?

The game is not really over until the last person is left.

If we keep everyone alive, this killing game will keep coming back.

After all, this room is very strange, the walls can change at any time.

This doesn't seem to make any scientific sense, more like magic.

But if the organizers are powerful people who can work magic, why bother them with nine dead people?

Is this some kind of evil game played by the agency that manages ghosts?

While Qixia was preoccupied, Ringo looked at the mask in his hand and said, "This mask... He wrote about how we would survive, saying, "Turn a hundred times in the direction of home."

The crowd calmed down a little, and began to think about these words.

"Do you turn around by yourself in the direction of your hometown?" "Tian Tian asked.

"That's not right." Qiao Jia shook his head, "In this room, how do you judge the direction of your hometown?" And turning it a hundred times will have no effect except dizziness."

"Never mind! I'll try first!" Sweet found a random direction and began to circle by herself.

Qixia thought a little and knew that things could not be so simple.