The End of Ten Days
Author: NovelBin
Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 5
The man in the white coat seemed much calmer than everyone else, even though the corpse on the table in front of them didn’t faze him.
He tugged at his dirty, blood-stained white coat and continued:
After hearing the doctor’s story, everyone’s expressions were uneasy.
He had used a lot of medical terminology.
If even one of those terms had been fabricated, no one here would be able to tell.
the muscular man asked casually.
Dr. Zhao replied.
The muscular man opened his mouth to say something but ultimately stayed silent.
A bespectacled young man, his eyes darting nervously, spoke up.
The Goathead interrupted Han Yimo’s statement.
Han Yimo flinched, startled. He turned his head in confusion.
Goathead chuckled awkwardly.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
Qi Xia glanced at the clock in the center of the table. It had been half an hour since they woke up. The time was now 12:30.
Qi Xia thought to himself.
However, considering that the "game" had been going on for only thirty minutes, taking a twenty-minute break now seemed absurd.
Qi Xia frowned. He understood this wasn’t something he needed to dwell on.
The person hosting this game was clearly a lunatic. It was pointless to approach this situation with normal reasoning.
He could only mentally prepare himself, repeating the same phrase over and over:
He needed to drill these words into his head, so that when it was his turn to speak, they would come out naturally.
Everyone remained silent, waiting uncomfortably.
Although this was supposed to be "intermission," the atmosphere grew even more oppressive.
the muscular man asked Goathead.
The muscular man nodded and turned to Dr. Zhao.
Dr. Zhao’s expression darkened.
the muscular man responded calmly.
Dr. Zhao shook his head dismissively.
the muscular man said.
The muscular man was clearly skilled at interrogation. With only a few words, he had backed Dr. Zhao into a logical corner.
His meaning was clear: only the liar wouldn’t need to trust anyone, since they already knew their own identity.
If Dr. Zhao continued to withhold information, he would only make himself a bigger target.
But as a neurosurgeon, Dr. Zhao was no ordinary man. He scoffed coldly and countered:
The muscular man hadn’t expected the doctor to turn the tables on him, and his expression stiffened.
Dr. Zhao said with a slight smile.
The muscular man thought for a moment, then nodded.
At his words, everyone turned to look at him.
At a time like this, the words "criminal investigator" brought an unexpected sense of security to the group.
Dr. Zhao was momentarily stunned.
No wonder this man had been probing and asking questions from the beginning. He was also the first person to suggest trying to save everyone. It was possible he genuinely wanted to lead them out safely.
Dr. Zhao’s attitude noticeably softened.
At this point, the tattooed man, Qiao Jiajin, spoke up with a grim expression:
Dr. Zhao looked at Qiao Jiajin, puzzled.
Qiao Jiajin tapped his finger on the table and said flatly:
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He tugged at his dirty, blood-stained white coat and continued:
After hearing the doctor’s story, everyone’s expressions were uneasy.
He had used a lot of medical terminology.
If even one of those terms had been fabricated, no one here would be able to tell.
the muscular man asked casually.
Dr. Zhao replied.
The muscular man opened his mouth to say something but ultimately stayed silent.
A bespectacled young man, his eyes darting nervously, spoke up.
The Goathead interrupted Han Yimo’s statement.
Han Yimo flinched, startled. He turned his head in confusion.
Goathead chuckled awkwardly.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
Qi Xia glanced at the clock in the center of the table. It had been half an hour since they woke up. The time was now 12:30.
Qi Xia thought to himself.
However, considering that the "game" had been going on for only thirty minutes, taking a twenty-minute break now seemed absurd.
Qi Xia frowned. He understood this wasn’t something he needed to dwell on.
The person hosting this game was clearly a lunatic. It was pointless to approach this situation with normal reasoning.
He could only mentally prepare himself, repeating the same phrase over and over:
He needed to drill these words into his head, so that when it was his turn to speak, they would come out naturally.
Everyone remained silent, waiting uncomfortably.
Although this was supposed to be "intermission," the atmosphere grew even more oppressive.
the muscular man asked Goathead.
The muscular man nodded and turned to Dr. Zhao.
Dr. Zhao’s expression darkened.
the muscular man responded calmly.
Dr. Zhao shook his head dismissively.
the muscular man said.
The muscular man was clearly skilled at interrogation. With only a few words, he had backed Dr. Zhao into a logical corner.
His meaning was clear: only the liar wouldn’t need to trust anyone, since they already knew their own identity.
If Dr. Zhao continued to withhold information, he would only make himself a bigger target.
But as a neurosurgeon, Dr. Zhao was no ordinary man. He scoffed coldly and countered:
The muscular man hadn’t expected the doctor to turn the tables on him, and his expression stiffened.
Dr. Zhao said with a slight smile.
The muscular man thought for a moment, then nodded.
At his words, everyone turned to look at him.
At a time like this, the words "criminal investigator" brought an unexpected sense of security to the group.
Dr. Zhao was momentarily stunned.
No wonder this man had been probing and asking questions from the beginning. He was also the first person to suggest trying to save everyone. It was possible he genuinely wanted to lead them out safely.
Dr. Zhao’s attitude noticeably softened.
At this point, the tattooed man, Qiao Jiajin, spoke up with a grim expression:
Dr. Zhao looked at Qiao Jiajin, puzzled.
Qiao Jiajin tapped his finger on the table and said flatly:
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