I organized the evening game into text and posted it on the forum asking for help. Although there were very few replies, some people did give me different perspectives.
One person mentioned “the host might also be the liar,” which successfully caught my attention.
I must say the power of internet users is limitless—I had never thought in that direction before.
After I sorted out the general logic, I used the earthquake’s force to enter the dream again.
Tonight I was determined to break the curse.
After everyone had finished telling their stories, I tapped the table and spoke with full confidence: “Everyone, I feel that this ‘Man-Goat’ is the liar.”
As expected, everyone was quite startled by this statement. My goal was about to be achieved.
“But… but what’s the reason?” Flower-Arm Man asked me dumbly.
“Re-reason?” I froze for a moment. “What more reason do you need? I’ve already voted for every damn person once, and none of them were right!”
Seeing everyone’s puzzled expressions, I knew I’d said the wrong thing.
They had no memory at all!
What was I doing?!
So I was honored to be elected as “The Liar” that night with the highest number of votes.
This might be what I deserved.
After waking up, I sorted through my thoughts again. The rules of this game were harsh—everyone had to vote for “The Liar” simultaneously, and if even one person voted wrong, they would die.
So what I should do was incite everyone to vote for the same person, preferably “Man-Goat.” Only then could we escape the room, and I could escape the curse.
So I posted asking for help again, and with the assistance of the vast number of internet users, I finally figured out the rules.
Then I reorganized the game logic and came to the room once more.
This time I still suggested everyone vote for “Man-Goat,” and my reasoning was very clear—because I suspected everyone’s cards all said “Liar,” so “Man-Goat” had lied when stating the rules.
He was the earliest “Liar,” and everyone else only lied because of his lie, so they should vote for him.
I was truly a genius, having thought of this answer in less than a hundred loops.
This time I clearly convinced them.
Finally, the exciting voting moment arrived!
When I flipped open my paper showing “Man-Goat,” I was brimming with confidence. Then I saw the police officer, doctor, lawyer, thug, kindergarten teacher, and bar girl all flip over their answers—all of them said “Man-Goat”!
Excellent!
I was about to escape the curse!
Now only that handsome pretty boy remained in the room. He had never said much and seemed to have no opinions of his own. Although I never had any good feelings toward good-looking men, this time… he would be my savior!
That person slowly flipped over his paper slip and revealed the text on it.
Only then did I realize this person wasn’t a savior—he was an idiot so stupid he was shitting all over the place.
The paper clearly read three characters: “Chen Junnan,” and there was even an exquisite little heart drawn at the end.
“What the hell is Chen Junnan?!” I cried out in disbelief.
“This young master is Chen Junnan.” That person smiled.
What are you doing?!
Does this person even know what situation we’re in right now?!
Do you think you’re a celebrity? Who the hell cares what your name is?!
That night I was killed again, cleanly and efficiently, without any dragging.
Well done indeed.
After waking up I was furious. I had completely lost the mood to do anything else.
This man called Chen Junnan was too stupid. It seemed God was fair—good-looking men had no brains. I needed to think of a way to convince him.
From today on, I decided to use my sincerity to reform an imbecile.
So I prepared many persuasive phrases in advance, ready to explain everything clearly to him when I entered the nightmare this time.
But when night truly came, after I reasoned with him emotionally and rationally, spraying saliva everywhere while reforming him for ages, I still collapsed.
After Chen Junnan flipped open his paper slip, it had an inexplicable name written on it.
Andy Lau.
This time there was no little heart drawn afterward, but instead a little smiley face.
I tried hard to control my temper, suppressing my voice as I asked: “Chen Junnan, explain to me… what is ‘Andy Lau’?”
“Oh? You don’t even know that? Andy Lau is a Hong Kong entertainer.” Chen Junnan said with an innocent face. “I remember he was born in 1962, a triple-threat artist in film, television, and music. Have you seen ‘Infernal Affairs’? In there, Andy Lau plays…”
“Plays your grandpa!” I cursed loudly.
Actually, I never imagined that one day I would die because of Andy Lau.
Andy Lau didn’t kill me, yet I died because of Andy Lau.