“Generally speaking, in order to maintain a stable environment, not even a breeze is allowed in the operating room, but no one expected something even more powerful than wind to arrive.”

“When the earthquake struck, I had just removed the lady’s skull and was cutting the dura mater. If anything went wrong at this step, it could easily cause a brain contusion and leave devastating aftereffects.”

“I made a snap decision to terminate the surgery and temporarily put the lady’s skull back in place. Otherwise, in an environment full of swirling dust, her life would be in grave danger.”

“But I didn’t expect this step to be even harder than I imagined. I couldn’t even stand steadily, so how could I possibly put a small piece of skull back accurately?”

“The nurse beside me bumped into me, making me stagger. No one could keep their balance. In the chaos, I could only cover the lady’s head with a sterile sheet first, then immediately turn to organize everyone’s evacuation. But at that moment, a medical cart crashed into my leg, and I fell to the ground.”

“Before I could get back up, the ceiling of the operating room split open, and I immediately lost consciousness.”

After listening to the doctor’s account, everyone looked a bit uneasy.

He had used a lot of medical terminology in this story.

If even one of those terms was made up, no one would be able to tell.

“Dr. Harris, where are you from?” the burly man asked casually.

“I don’t feel obliged to answer your question,” Dr. Harris replied. “My story is finished.”

The burly man opened his mouth, but said nothing.

“Is... is it my turn?” a bespectacled young man’s eyes flickered for a moment, then he said, “My name is Ethan Cooper, I am a...”

“Wait.” Goat Head suddenly interrupted Ethan Cooper.

This startled Ethan Cooper, who turned his head in confusion.

“W-what is it?”

“It’s ‘halftime break’ now,” Goat Head said with an awkward smile. “We’ll take a twenty-minute break.”

Everyone was a bit at a loss.

A “halftime break” at a time like this?

Ashley Carter glanced at the clock in the center of the table. It had been half an hour since he woke up.

It was now twelve thirty.

“So this ‘break’ is mandatory,” Ashley Carter silently recited in his mind. “At twelve thirty, no matter who is speaking, there will be a forced twenty-minute break...”

But the game had only been going for thirty minutes, and now there would be a twenty-minute break?

Ashley Carter frowned, knowing this wasn’t something he needed to worry about.

The organizer of this game was a madman to begin with; there was no need to think about it with normal logic.

So he could only keep brainwashing himself over and over in his mind.

“My name is David Thompson, I’m from Shandong.”

Only by drilling this sentence into himself countless times could he blurt it out when it was his turn to speak.

Everyone waited in awkward silence.

It was called a “halftime break,” but the atmosphere was even more oppressive.

“Excuse me... can we talk?” the burly man asked Goat Head.

“Oh, of course, it’s your free time now, I have no right to interfere.”

The burly man nodded, then looked at Dr. Harris: “Dr. Harris, where exactly are you from?”

Dr. Harris’s expression darkened: “You seem to have been dissatisfied with me from the start. Why must I tell you where I’m from?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I mean no harm,” the burly man said steadily. “The more you say, the more credible you seem. Since everyone else has shared their hometown, there’s no need for you to hide, right?”

“The more you say, the more credible you seem?” The doctor shook his head noncommittally. “All I know is ‘the more you say, the more mistakes you make.’ If the rules are absolute, there’s nothing wrong with my account. Besides, I don’t trust any of you.”

“That’s a bit unfair,” the burly man said. “There are nine people here, and only one is the enemy. If you’re willing to cooperate, we can work together to find the liar. The more you hide, the more suspicious you become. This is the second time I’ve asked you—are you still going to hide it?”

The burly man seemed very skilled at interrogation; with just a few words, he had forced Dr. Harris into a logical corner.

His meaning was clear.

Only the “liar” doesn’t need to trust others, since he knows his own identity.

If the doctor kept hiding things, he would become the target of everyone’s suspicion.

But someone who could become a neurosurgeon was no ordinary person. He snorted coldly and asked, “Then you answer me first—who are you? What do you do?”

“Me?” The burly man hadn’t expected the doctor to turn the tables, and his expression became a bit awkward.

“That’s right. Since you keep pressing me after my story, I can ask you before yours,” Dr. Harris smiled. “Fair, isn’t it?”

The burly man thought for a moment, then nodded and said, “You’re right, I have nothing to hide. My name is Mark Thompson, and I’m a police detective.”

As soon as he spoke, everyone turned to look at him.