Chapter 5

"Me... " The man in the white coat looked calmer than the others, even the corpse on the table did not affect him. "My name is Zhao Haibo, and I am a doctor. You can tell from my attire."

He tugged at his dirty white coat and continued, "Before I came here, I was performing surgery on a woman. She had a tumor in her ventricle, which had been growing rapidly over the past six months, causing mild hydrocephalus. If we didn't perform a craniotomy soon, it would be life-threatening."

"I chose the frontal approach for the surgery, directly puncturing into the ventricle under CT guidance. This type of surgery always carries significant risks, but the woman chose to take the risk to be with her young son for a long time."

"Usually, the operating room must be kept completely still, not even a breeze is allowed. But no one expected something more powerful than the wind to come."

"When the earthquake hit, I had just removed the woman's skull and was cutting the dura mater. If anything went wrong at this step, it could easily cause brain contusion and leave devastating aftereffects."

"I made a quick decision to terminate the surgery and temporarily cover the woman's skull. Otherwise, in the dusty environment, her life would be in danger."

"But I didn't expect this step to be more difficult than I imagined. I couldn't even stand steadily, let alone accurately replace a small piece of skull."

"The nurses around me were knocked off balance, and no one could maintain stability. In the chaos, I could only cover the woman's head with a sterile sheet and immediately turn to organize the evacuation. But then I was hit by a medical cart and fell to the ground."

"Before I could get up, the ceiling of the operating room cracked, and I immediately lost consciousness."

After listening to the doctor's account, everyone looked uneasy.

He used a lot of medical terms in his story.

If any of these terms were made up, no one could tell.

"Doctor Zhao, where are you from?" The muscular man asked casually.

"I don't feel obligated to answer your question," Doctor Zhao replied. "I've already finished my story."

The muscular man opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Is it my turn?" A boy with glasses hesitated, "My name is Han Yimo, I am a..."

"Wait." The Goat Head suddenly interrupted Han Yimo.

This action startled Han Yimo, and he turned back, puzzled.

"What, what's wrong?"

"It's 'intermission time,'" the Goat Head said with a smile. "We will take a twenty-minute break."

Everyone was at a loss.

At a time like this, there's actually an 'intermission time'?

Qi Xia glanced at the clock in the center of the table. It had been half an hour since they woke up.

It was now 12:30.

"This 'break' is mandatory," Qi Xia thought to himself. "At 12:30, whoever is speaking will be forced to take a twenty-minute break..."

But the game had only been going on for thirty minutes, and now they had to take a twenty-minute break?

Qi Xia frowned, knowing this wasn't something he needed to worry about.

The organizer of this game was

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a madman, and there was no need to think about it with a normal person's mindset.

So he could only repeatedly brainwash himself.

"My name is Li Ming, and I am from Shandong."

He had to repeat this countless times to himself so that he could say it fluently when it was his turn to speak.

Everyone looked uneasy and waited silently.

Although it was called an 'intermission,' the atmosphere was even more oppressive.

"Can we talk?" the muscular man asked the Goat Head.

"Of course, you are free to talk now, and I have no authority to interfere."

The muscular man nodded and looked at Doctor Zhao. "Doctor Zhao, where are you from?"

Doctor Zhao's face darkened. "I said, you seem to have been dissatisfied with me from the beginning. Why do I have to tell you where I'm from?"

"Don't misunderstand, I have no ill intentions," the muscular man said steadily. "The more you say, the more real it sounds. Since everyone has mentioned their hometown, there's no need for you to hide it, right?"

"The more you say, the more real it sounds?" The doctor shook his head. "I only know that 'the more you say, the more you err.' If the rules are absolute, there's nothing wrong with my account. Besides, I don't trust any of you."

"That's a bit extreme," the muscular man said. "There are nine people here, and only one is the enemy. If you are willing to cooperate with everyone, we can work together to expose the liar. The more you hide, the more suspicious you become. I've already asked you twice, are you still going to hide?"

The muscular man was clearly skilled at interrogation, and with just a few words, he had cornered Doctor Zhao logically.

His meaning was clear.

Only the 'liar' doesn't need to trust others, as they know their own identity.

If the doctor continued to hide, he would become the target of everyone's suspicion.

But how could a neurosurgeon be an ordinary person? He snorted and asked, "Then answer me first, who are you and what do you do?"

"Me?" The muscular man didn't expect the doctor to counter, and his expression changed.

"Yes, since you kept pressing me after my account, I can also ask you before you speak." Doctor Zhao smiled. "Fair, right?"

The muscular man thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "You're right, I have nothing to hide. My name is Li Shangwu, and I am a detective."

As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at him.

At this moment, the word 'detective' gave everyone an unexpected sense of security.

"You're a police officer?!" The doctor was taken aback.

No wonder he felt this man was probing from the beginning. He was also the first to suggest that 'everyone should survive.' Maybe he really wanted to save everyone.

The doctor's attitude clearly changed. "If that's the case, I apologize for my earlier attitude. I am from Jiangsu."

At this moment, the tattooed man, Qiao Jiajin, looked unhappy. "Doctor Zhao, are you going to trust this Detective Li?"

"Huh?" Doctor Zhao looked at Qiao Jiajin, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Qiao Jiajin tapped the table with his fingers and said lightly, "It's not 'telling time' now, in other words... everyone can lie now."