Ashley Carter let out a helpless sigh, looked at Officer Thompson and said, "Officer, is interrupting others your hobby? Does it give you a sense of accomplishment?"

　　"What kind of question is that?" Officer Thompson replied with a frown, "Aren't I helping you come up with ideas?"

　　"I don't need your help," Ashley Carter said without hesitation. "Your ideas will get everyone killed."

　　"What?" Officer Thompson was taken aback. "How would I get everyone killed? Am I wrong? If everyone is lying, then wouldn't any vote be valid?"

　　"Officer Thompson, the goat-head said, 'The rules are absolute,' and 'There is one and only one liar.' Do you remember?"

　　"Uh..." Officer Thompson pondered for a moment, recalling that the goat-head had indeed said those two things.

　　"Let me help everyone organize our thoughts," Ashley Carter said coldly. "In this game, it seems like the 'liar' has a huge chance of winning, because everyone feels like they're about to win. But if we vote carelessly, in the end, all of us will die."

　　Sitting next to Ashley Carter, Brian Johnson touched his tattooed arm and muttered to himself, "Because we broke the 'rules'..."

　　"That's right." Ashley Carter nodded. "But the interesting thing about this game is that we can't deduce whether the others are lying at all. Just as Attorney Brooks said, we can only infer based on whether our experiences contradict each other. But we're not even from the same region. Even if the stories contradict, there's no way to be one hundred percent sure someone is lying."

　　Ashley Carter glanced at the group, who had all fallen into deep thought, then continued, "The 'organizer' deliberately chose the nine of us to sit here. There must be a reason for that—to make us try to find flaws in these seemingly interconnected stories, thinking we're clever."

　　"But is that really right? How can we be sure that someone else is definitely lying?" Ashley Carter let out a cold laugh. "In this game, the only 'liar' we can confirm with one hundred percent certainty from the clues we have is this one person. What he said is completely different from our current situation."

　　Ashley Carter picked up a pen and quickly wrote the characters "人羊" on a piece of paper.

　　"I was curious before—why did the goat-head introduce us to the name '人羊' at the very beginning? It seemed unnecessary. Now I think, that's also part of the game."

　　Everyone slowly turned to glance at "人羊." He still didn't move at all.

　　Officer Thompson was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "Liar, I have a question. The goat-head said the rule is 'among all the storytellers, there is one and only one liar,' but he didn't tell a story himself, did he?"

　　"Didn't he?" Ashley Carter shrugged noncommittally. "I clearly remember the goat-head saying he gathered us here to create a 'god.' Isn't that a fantastical story?"

　　Officer Thompson lowered his head in silence. He felt that what Ashley Carter said made a lot of sense, but something still felt off.

　　"But..." Dr. Harris spoke up, "All your assumptions are based on the premise that 'everyone is a liar.' But why are you so sure we're liars? What if we flip the cards and only you turn out to be the 'liar'?"

　　"You couldn't possibly be telling the truth." Ashley Carter gave a bitter smile, looking a bit hopeless. "I spent some time verifying this. Not only do I know you're all lying, I even know where you lied."

　　He pushed his draft paper forward, then looked at Emily beside him. "Emily. You said you were 'working' in the car, stuck your head out, and the falling billboard hit the car and knocked you out. Did that really happen?"

　　Emily pressed her lips together, not daring to speak.

　　"Brian Johnson, you fell from such a height onto the billboard. Did you really just 'lose consciousness'?"

　　Brian Johnson stayed silent.

　　"Teacher Jason Clark, you said you took that child and dodged the speeding car. Did you really avoid it?"

　　Jason Clark's eyes flickered evasively.

　　"Dr. Harris, operating rooms are built much sturdier than regular rooms to maintain stability, but you said the ceiling collapsed and you were just knocked out. Is that really true?"

　　Dr. Harris turned his head to the side.

　　"Ethan Cooper, you said you had no idea what happened, but when you're focused on writing, the thing you fear most is being disturbed. You really don't know how you got here?"

　　Ethan Cooper let out a slight sigh.

　　"Attorney Brooks, your car was crashed into a crevice. How deep was that crevice?"

　　Attorney Brooks crossed his arms, expressionless.

　　"Officer Thompson, what brand of car were you driving? Could you really recline the seat instantly and break free from the person behind you?"

　　Officer Thompson touched the red mark on his neck, hesitating to speak.

　　"Ethan Green, your ceiling also collapsed, but you said your studio is on a high floor. If a high-rise starts to collapse, wouldn't the whole building be gone?"

　　Ethan Green lowered her head deeply.

　　Seeing everyone's expressions, Ashley Carter reached out, knocked on the table, and said: