Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

what! ?

Qin Shang raised his eyebrows in surprise, but when he looked in that direction for the second time, his brows frowned even deeper.

A bit of doubt flashed through my mind. The mannequin was still clinging to the wall, and right above his head were the words "Safe Passage" at the entrance, emitting a faint green glow.

Now looking back, the model's position seems to have changed a little.

It seems to have moved forward a little bit...

Not sure, take another look.

Qin Shang stared at the model and looked at him carefully.

Finally, I thought... I guess I was also scared. Maybe I was wrong just now?

Anyway, when I came here, I didn’t seem to notice such a thing. But why is there a nude model in this place?

Is it because it is a classroom in the school where physiology classes are taught?

In the biology classrooms of middle schools, there do seem to be things like mannequins...

Thinking of this, Qin Shang leaned towards Uncle Zhao again;

"Uncle Zhao, this is an S-level copy. You don't have a character card and you may be in danger at any time. It's best not to stay more than one meter away from me..."

Uncle Zhao nodded.

Qin Shang pursed his lips;

"But, has a player been killed so quickly in this instance?"

If Uncle Zhao was not mistaken, someone really died. In fact, Qin Shang would not sympathize with a group of strangers who met by chance. He would even be grateful for the opportunity to use the ability of [Inheritance] to obtain the other party's hidden clues and side quests.

But according to Uncle Zhao, the body disappeared in the blink of an eye...

Could it be that the godslayer in this copy is deliberately cleaning up the corpses?

But killing someone has to be done out loud, right?

In such a dark environment, the two of them were not far away from the entrance where the model was.

If someone was killed, the noise of the fight alone would be quite loud, unless the person was killed instantly with one strike.

A God-eater with this ability must have been a martial artist player in his previous life.

Otherwise, the first three skills of other professions do not seem to have the ability to kill players instantly.

But... aren't [Martial Master] players brainless?

Although this is a joke, based on Qin Shang's experiences, there are indeed not many martial artists who really have brains.

When people are used to relying on strength to defeat others, they will indeed abandon independent thinking and habitually attribute everything to strength.

He finally looked at Uncle Zhao and attributed what the middle-aged man had just seen to an illusion.

People may also experience hallucinations when they are under high mental stress.

This is probably the case with Uncle Zhao, right?

The next moment, Qin Shang patted Uncle Zhao;

"Let's go. There seems to be nothing in these rooms. I think the clues should be in the room at the back. At least we have to find a way to meet up with other players first. In this style of dungeon, we will most likely encounter priests. It would be great if we had a priest player around us..."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao glanced at Qin Shang anxiously;

"No, there must be something wrong in this room. Someone did die just now. Didn't you ask if you smelled anything special? If we don't thoroughly explore this room, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out."

After saying this, Uncle Zhao took two steps at a time and quickly walked to the bottom of the four big words "Safe Passage", squatted down and touched the ground with the green light above his head.

"It's blood! It's indeed blood!"

"There's something wrong with this room..."

Hearing this, Qin Shang frowned, and then a silver cross appeared in his hand.

He instinctively chose to believe Uncle Zhao in the end.

After all, fooling him would do Uncle Zhao no good. It seemed that there was indeed something wrong in this room.

dong dong dong-

Just then, a sound suddenly came from the small window in the room.

Qin Shang was startled, then he noticed the few two light sources in the room. One was the entrance to the [safe passage], and the other was a faint moonlight coming in from a small window above the wall in the southwest corner.

He subconsciously took two steps forward and looked up at the small window.

Qin Shang is only 1.8 meters tall, but the window is at least 2.45 meters high.

He thought about it and waved to Uncle Zhao;

"Uncle Zhao, there seems to be someone outside this window... How about this, I'll carry you up, forget it, you carry me up, and I'll take a look at the situation outside."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao said "Oh" and ran over quickly, still mumbling to himself;

"It's really blood. We now have two choices. Either we leave this room quickly. I have a bad feeling. I think there is something wrong with this room. Or we try to find out what's going on in this room..."

"Shh!"

Qin Shang sat on Uncle Zhao's shoulder and lowered his head to make a hushing gesture at him.

Rather than investigating this room, Qin Shang still felt that the sounds outside the small window were more worthy of attention.

As for why he let Uncle Zhao carry him instead of Qin Shang, it wasn't because he didn't respect the old and love the young...

no way……

No one knows what’s going on outside the window. What if there’s something weird or some other god-killer?

Uncle Zhao didn’t even have a character card. If anything special happened outside and he was noticed by the monster or the godslayer, he would be killed in seconds.

Until now, he was still somewhat skeptical about Uncle Zhao's panic just now.

There was a corpse, so how did it disappear?

In the blink of an eye, the corpse was eaten by the monster?

Isn't this nonsense?

Even the weird 'Al' in [Death Train] didn't eat corpses that fast.

At that time, Qin Shang had been studying the diary in carriage No. 1, which gave Al's weirdness time to slowly eat the corpse in carriage No. 2.

The next moment, Uncle Zhao exerted a little force and lifted him up.

Qin Shang also saw the scene outside. The moment he saw this scene, Qin Shang's expression changed drastically and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Outside is a loess playground. The playground is not the key point. The key point is that the playground is filled with densely packed people.

There were doctors in white coats and soldiers in green combat uniforms. Some of them wore Japanese swords, which were very common in movies and TV dramas and were very popular with colonels. They looked around cautiously, and then transported carts of two-wheeled carts back and forth from the entrance of Changteng Middle School...

During the transportation, the people were neatly and orderly arranged into two teams, under the command of a man with a small mustache.

The birds kept making chirping sounds, but Qin Shang felt uncomfortable at this time.

I am not a teacher and do not have the skill of deciphering, so I cannot hear what those Sakurajima people are saying.

But at this moment, Qin Shang suddenly noticed that some of the men in white coats were holding babies in their hands. They ignored the babies' struggles and crying, and just treated the children like toys, holding them in their palms and listening to the orders of the colonel-looking guy. Some babies were thrown into two-wheeled carts and taken away, while others were directly carried in another direction.

Qin Shang’s face froze when he saw this.

"The Foundling House!"

"This was an orphanage during World War II, but it was transformed into an experimental base by the Sakurajima people. They used our children for experiments. It was here that I saw them transporting the children..."

"Hey, why do I feel like the model's position has changed?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from Uncle Zhao below Qin Shang.

As a bus driver, he is quite strong. Long-distance bus drivers like him basically have the skills to repair cars. Occasionally, when he is driving on mountain roads or national highways, his car breaks down and he can't even find anyone to help.

I often have to carry dozens of kilograms of tools and a jack to repair the car by myself.

So it's not that he can't handle Qin Shang and is looking for an excuse...

Hearing this, Qin Shang frowned and turned his head to look.

I saw that the mannequin was still in the same place as before, under the entrance with the words "Safe Passage" written on it.

"No, isn't that thing always in that position?"

Qin Shang muttered softly.

He didn't dare to speak too loudly, as he wasn't sure whether the Sakurajima soldiers outside would hear his voice.

After he finished speaking, when he looked up again, he was suddenly met with a pair of cold gazes.

I saw that the colonel who was giving a speech on the playground suddenly turned his head and looked at me, or in the direction of this room.

He was startled, but comforted himself by thinking that the Japanese soldier's vision might not be that good.

They must be talking about something, and then mentioned the building they were in...

However, in order to avoid being discovered by the Japanese, he quickly jumped off Uncle Zhao and began to think with a serious face.

Just now, when Qin Shang was looking at the Sakurajima soldiers on the playground outside through the small window, he suddenly had a familiar illusion.

It seemed that I had also been in the same closed environment as Uncle Zhao and I were currently in.

This kind of environment, what is it like...

hiss!

Head hurts.

He felt a slight migraine in his temples, as if someone was drilling his brain with an electric drill. This was an old problem. As a "Godly Player", he was no longer subject to the cycle of birth, death, sickness and aging, and would not die from illness.

But it doesn’t mean that Qin Shang’s illness is completely cured.

He is still the brain cancer patient, but he doesn't have to worry about brain cancer taking his life.

But once the disease occurs, it hurts when it should.

He rubbed his temples and took two deep breaths before continuing to look at the room with his eyes slanted. The sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger. The four sides were airtight, with only a small passageway and a door in the middle. Each room was no more than 30 square meters in size, with only a small window above the head. This environment... the more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked!

"Young man, are you sure that the model looked like this just now?"

At this moment, Uncle Zhao reminded Qin Shang for the third time.

Qin Shang's thoughts were interrupted and he immediately looked up.

For some reason, Uncle Zhao's full attention was on the mannequin, and he would speak up every now and then. Qin Shang couldn't help but frown and looked in the direction of his sight. He saw that the model was still in the same position as before, but for some reason, when he glanced over, Qin Shang himself began to feel an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

Looking at this mannequin, I feel something is amiss.

Could it be that Uncle Zhao mentioned it too many times and I was giving myself a psychological hint?

The herd effect is harmful to people...

Qin Shang shook his head and complained about himself. Just as he was about to look away, his expression suddenly froze.

boom--

"No, there is indeed something wrong with that model..."

For some unknown reason, he said this subconsciously, and then looked at the mannequin at the entrance of the [Safety Passage];

"Just now, I remember that the model had his back to us, right? He should have had his back to us, with his palms facing inwards."

Although the workmanship of this mannequin is not exquisite, every finger on the palm is modeled.

When you have your back to someone, your palm should be facing inwards when it is in a half-clenched fist.

And now, when Qin Shang looked over, with the help of the brief [night vision] ability brought to him by the 'Cursed Red Dress', he clearly saw... the back of the model's hand was facing his direction.

In other words, someone moved the model...

“Sizzle…”

"No, it's not that someone moved him, he can move on his own!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the recorder in Qin Shang's arms, like a male voice.

Then, Jiang Qiqi's anxious voice, almost crying, was heard.

"Damn, this mannequin is weird. The fraudster said he had to deal with it alone. He kicked me back to the room where I appeared at the beginning, and then locked the door. I was a little scared... He said that when he met me in the Death Train last time, it was not that he had not adapted to the identity of a player, but he was very surprised that there was an extra girl in this copy. I asked him what this meant, and he said that he had just killed a god."

“He was still mumbling something, saying that if he died, there was no need to worry because he could rewind. What does rewind mean? I don’t know, I really don’t know… Actually, I can help him too.”

"Oh yeah, and there's one more thing. He said his ID is 'Thunder King'. He didn't have any other meaning for this name, he just thought it was crazy, cool, and awesome. She also asked me what my WeChat ID was. What is a WeChat ID? It's so weird. This time he was much weirder than last time."

"Knock, knock, knock (sounds of banging on the door) I heard someone banging on the door. I'm not sure if it was the 'Thunder King' or the weird mannequin. What should I do now?"

Immediately afterwards, the recorder began to play a recording of Jiang Qiqi.

Qin Shang didn't have time to think about the amount of information revealed in this recording, for example, his wife had actually been to the dungeon [Changteng Ghost School]...

Instead, his expression froze and he looked up at the mannequin not far away.

With the recording played by the recorder as a clue, Qin Shang at least understood one thing...

Uncle Zhao’s judgment was correct, that mannequin was weird.

I was not mistaken when I first entered the room. There was nothing under the words "Safe Passage".

But this time when he looked up, Qin Shang clearly found that the thing was moving again.

Because... that thing is no longer in sight.

Originally, the model had been under the [Safe Passage] sign, but at this moment, when Qin Shang looked again, the thing was nowhere to be seen.

For some reason, the [Safe Passage] sign that emitted a faint green light had a hint of sarcasm.

Safety passage...death passage is more like that, right?

The next moment, Qin Shang immediately shouted;

"Uncle Zhao, come closer to me!"

After he finished speaking, he felt someone hit his arm.

He said subconsciously;

"There's no need to be so close. We can just keep a distance of about one meter..."

Before he could finish his words, Qin Shang smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.

This smell is very different from the sweaty smell on Uncle Zhao's body that came from not having a bath for hundreds of years. It is extremely pungent.

His expression froze and he immediately turned his head to look.

He saw a silicone mannequin standing behind him, his milky white body reflecting light faintly. He came without any warning, with no facial features and no expression on his blank face. In the darkness, there was only a vague outline of his facial features. For some reason, with the help of the moonlight from the small window, he actually made people feel a bit chilly.

At this moment, Qin Shang’s fear rushed from the soles of his feet... all the way to the top of his head.