Chapter 3

"Liar..."

Qixia repeated these three words in his mind several times, confirming his identity, and then he inconspicuously covered the card.

Just a minute ago, he had also fantasized about the idea of "everyone leaving alive."

But now it was different.

Although he did not know the eight people in front of him, this time, only they could die.

"If no one objects, please remember the rules: there is 'only one liar' in this game..." The goat-headed figure pointed at the sexy girl to Qixia's left, "So let's start with you, and go clockwise."

"Huh? Me?" The girl was taken aback, then pouted.

Qixia turned his head and saw that if the storytelling started from the girl on his left and went clockwise, it would not be very advantageous for him.

He would be the last storyteller.

In extremely tense and oppressive situations, people usually only remember the first and the last storytellers.

But if he raised objections now, it would seem too out of place, so he could only take it one step at a time.

The sexy girl frowned, her big eyes darting around, and finally sighed, saying, "Alright... I'll go first, but I've never been good at telling stories, so don't blame me if it's not good..."

At this moment, no one knew what to say, so they could only listen quietly.

The sexy girl extended her slender fingers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then said,

"My name is Tian Tian, and I am a... uh... a 'technician.' We earn our money through our skills, and I don't feel ashamed about it."

Only then did everyone notice that this girl named Tian Tian was dressed very scantily, wearing only a dirty, low-cut mini skirt that barely covered anything.

But it seemed she didn't care about it.

"Most of my stories are not suitable to share... In short, you can call me 'action,' but calling me 'description' is really hard to start, after all, who with some education would do my job..."

"In any case, I was working before I came here. But the customer I met was really weird... Our shop provides a service area, but he insisted on going to his car, saying it would be more exciting... So to earn money, I had to go with him..."

"This was my first time working in a car, and I didn't expect that a seemingly high-end car would be so cramped inside. I was sweating all over in no time. I really don't understand what 'excitement' there could be in such a place. During this time, the customer's phone kept ringing, but he refused to answer, which really annoyed me..."

Tian Tian seemed to want to curse the customer a bit more, but her eyes accidentally glanced at the corpse on the table, and she was immediately startled. She took a deep breath and said,

"Well, forget it. I chose this profession, and I accept it. I just didn't expect an 'earthquake' to happen suddenly. At first, I thought we were just moving too much, causing the shaking, but it turned out to be a real earthquake."

At the mention of "earthquake," everyone's faces changed slightly, as if they remembered something.

"Our car was parked in a small alley... right under a huge GG sign... At that moment, my head was sticking out of the car, and I saw it clearly." Tian Tian pointed to her head, her voice trembling, "That huge GG sign, for some reason, made a 'clang' and broke, falling directly onto the car, and I lost consciousness..."

She took another deep breath,

and said, "When I woke up, I was here, and I was really scared..."

Tian Tian showed a pouting face, which looked like it had been practiced to make men feel moved.

The tattooed man sitting next to her was slightly stunned and said, "Everyone, do we need to continue?"

The man in the white coat was taken aback and looked at the tattooed man, "What do you mean?"

"This 'miss' is already lying, we can vote directly," the tattooed man said confidently.

"You...! What are you saying?!" Tian Tian was shocked, "Where did I lie?"

The tattooed man gave Tian Tian a cold look and said, "Your name, you said you're called 'Tian Tian,' but all hostesses use aliases, like 'Tian Tian,' 'Xiao Fang,' 'Li Li,' which are very common. So you're hiding your real name, which is already a lie."

After these words, Tian Tian's face turned red.

"You... You're talking nonsense! I am called Tian Tian! I haven't used my real name for years!" After saying this, she looked around at everyone and added, "At my workplace, only 'Tian Tian' can find me. No one knows my real name!"

Everyone began to think deeply, and Qixia's expression also became serious.

From Tian Tian's story, Qixia couldn't detect any lies. Her storytelling was steady and calm.

This kind of storytelling, like chatting with friends, could only prove two things: either she had fabricated the story long ago and told it to herself many times, or she was telling the truth.

But now the tattooed man gave Qixia another idea.

That was "lying about the name."

Lying about the name doesn't involve logic or reason, and it's hard for people to spot the flaw.

After all, none of the people present knew each other, and names could only be known through their stories.

Qixia carefully recalled the goat-headed figure's words, who said, "One person among all the storytellers is lying." This rule didn't specify that the liar had to use a "false story"; a "false name" was also applicable.

Seeing herself being suspected, Tian Tian's eyes widened, and she looked very nervous: "You, you... 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, I only respond to 'Tian Tian'... I, I..."

Hearing this, Qixia silently shook his head.

This woman wasn't as smart as he imagined.

In other words, she couldn't have prepared this lie in advance, nor could she have thought of the "name lie" strategy on the spot.

The goat-headed figure said there was "only one liar," so that person could only be Qixia himself.

If no one else noticed the seriousness of the "Tian Tian" issue, he had found a surefire way to win.

To fabricate a name, "Qi" wasn't a good surname. Although it wasn't rare, it wasn't common either, and it was easy to remember.

In other words, everything he would say had to be as unremarkable as possible.

So he decided to call himself "Li Ming."

He could tell the rest of the story normally, and even the most perceptive person wouldn't be able to spot the lie.

The game was about to end.