Once upon a time, there was a city packed with eight-million people, and each one told a lie.
A decent woman had been murdered by a serial killer in front of eight-million pairs of eyes.
Yet no one dared to speak the truth. Eight-million bystanders in the line.
"Have you seen this woman before?"
"No, I haven't, not a chance. I'm blind."
"She was your neighbour, have you heard anything unusual in the past?"
"No, I haven't. I'm deaf."
"She was your friend, wasn't she?"
"...I doubt it, I'm mute..." by sign language.
The investigator showed the rest of them a portrait of the serial killer.
"Oh, this killer does look like the Premier of China!" Someone spoke up.
"You dare not to say such a thing! Are you nuts??" someone was furious jumped up to the ceiling.
"Perhaps not as sick as this killer. He killed and he will continue to kill. He's loaded as he's been using other people's money enjoying shopping and killing at the same time! What a significant move!!"
"You think he'll get away with this?" someone challenged.
"If he will, who's gonna be the next target?" someone panicked.
"Well, best of luck as it's Premier's choice. Your life ends as soon as he lays his eyes on you." someone warned.
The rest in line remained silent. Then again, eight million ways to die comparing with eight million ways to lie, they're technically comply with the same logic. Who cares.
