The room fell silent as Qi Xia’s words sank in.“No one’s the liar,” Qi Xia said ftly. “Every card says ‘Liar.’”He tossed his card onto the table.“Think about it,” he continued. “The rules stated one liar only. But if everyone lies, the game’s a paradox. The only way to ‘win’ is to vote someone random to die.”Li Shangwu frowned. “But how do you know we’re all lying?”Qi Xia slid his notebook forward.“Because none of you could have survived your stories.”He stared at Tian Tian. “You said a billboard hit your car. But the force of a colpsing billboard would crush the vehicle. You’d be dead, not unconscious.”Qiao Jiajing’s tattoos twitched. “I fell from a rooftop. The impact would’ve broken my spine.”Xiao Ran’s voice wavered. “The car that almost hit us… in an earthquake? The driver would’ve swerved. There’s no way to ‘dodge’ a moving car while falling.”Zhao Haibo’s hands clenched. “Operating tables can’t ‘colpse’ during tremors. The room’s reinforced. You’d be trapped, not knocked out.”Han Yimo’s eyes widened. “I wrote until I bcked out? Earthquakes don’t let you finish sentences. You die.”Zhang Chenze’s composure cracked. “My car… sank into a crack? A 40km/h collision wouldn’t just ‘topple’—it’d shred.”Li Shangwu touched his neck. “My ‘strangler’? A wire around the throat would’ve snapped my trachea. I’d be asphyxiating, not ‘colpsing’.”Lingqi’s voice trembled. “A ceiling colpse in a 26th-floor office? The building would’ve colpsed entirely. There’s no ‘losing consciousness’—you’d be entombed.”The room was deathly still.Qi Xia’s final words hung in the air.“We’re already dead. This is hell. And the real liar?”He pointed to the Man-Goat.“You. You said there’s ‘one liar.’ But the truth is… all of us are dead. This is your game. To ‘create a god’ by forcing us to condemn each other to eternal punishment.”