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

"Old beast..."

Qin Shang didn't have time to wash up, and he ignored the morning light outside that was shining into the room.

He immediately climbed up from the bed, and his whole chest felt like it was pricked by a needle. It was so painful that he couldn't speak.

A strong murderous intent surged in his heart.

Shen Xiuxiu's voice, appearance and smile appeared in Qin Shang's mind crazily. From the very beginning when he was passing through the Lin residence, Qin Shang simply regarded Shen Xiuxiu as a prop to add to the weirdness. Later, Qin Shang regarded Shen Xiuxiu as his relative, friend, and even half a family member.

This change in mentality is hard to describe.

But in the past half month, Qin Shang went to work in the afternoon and patrolled as a bad guy at night. When he saw Shen Xiuxiu and the little ghost baby after returning home, he would suddenly have the illusion that he seemed to have a family again.

That warmth and habit made it impossible for him to accept the fact that Shen Xiuxiu was dead when he woke up from his sleep.

For him...the sky fell!

Thinking of this, Qin Shang almost raised his hand and slapped himself twice...

Why didn't you take the initiative last night! ?

If I had taken the initiative, would Shen Xiuxiu not have died?

Who killed Shen Xiuxiu? Who killed my Shen Xiuxiu?

Qin Shang's face was gloomy and his expression was ferocious. Countless thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind. He had not taken off his clothes when he went to bed, and now he got up and rushed out the door.

The old man, (the murderer) must be that old guy.

I won’t act anymore, I won’t play referendum anymore, and I don’t want revenge anymore.

I want revenge now, I want revenge now, I want revenge, I want revenge...

The next moment, Qin Shang rushed out of the room and came to the corridor. The first thing he saw was the panicked man in the windbreaker.

When he saw that guy, even though Qin Shang's facial features were ferocious and his heart was filled with murderous intent, his cerebellum couldn't help but shrink for a moment.

boom--

Why is he still alive?

what the hell! ?

Isn't this guy dead?

We were the only three people who disclosed our room numbers yesterday.

The old man, the man in the windbreaker, and I, the reporter, know the girl's room number, but the girl doesn't know the reporter's room number.

The old man is the (murderer), so the first prerequisite for him to become the (murderer) is that he must kill someone.

Since he didn't know the girl's room number or the reporter's room number, there was no doubt who he killed!

Also, why did Xiuxiu die? Why did my Shen Xiuxiu die?

Qin Shang was in a state of confusion.

Who knew that the first words the man in the windbreaker said when they met were with a smile.

"How did you sleep last night? Good brother, we knocked on your door this afternoon, but no one answered. I thought you were probably asleep. This place is really nice, with a good environment and food. But I didn't see the director team or the cameraman."

"By the way, how much do you actors get paid per day?"

The next moment, the man in the windbreaker joked with a relaxed look on his face.

Qin Shang's face was gloomy and he had no intention of joking at all.

What he wanted to know more was who that person called Teacher Ye was, and he also wanted to know why Shen Xiuxiu died.

"Are you Cage? Didn't you hear the dungeon report just now saying someone died?"

Qin Shang said with a sullen face.

When the man in the windbreaker heard this, he realized that the young man's mood was slightly off.

"Isn't this the feature of your variety show? If someone is eliminated, it will show the player's death or something like that..."

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Qin Shang couldn't help but curse, and was too lazy to continue talking nonsense.

He now has countless questions in his mind, such as why am I not in room 11?

As soon as he walked out the door, he looked back at his room number, which was Room 13.

No. 13, why is it No. 13?

Wasn't I supposed to be in room 11 last night?

He had a lot of questions in his mind and walked straight towards Room 11 with a gloomy face.

Rooms 10 to 20 are all on the third floor. The second before Qin Shang pushed open the door, he even had a glimmer of fantasy in his heart.

Shen Xiuxiu is not dead, it’s just that the copy report was wrong, or, as a weird person, Shen Xiuxiu must have other ways to escape!

but……

When he was at the door of the room, he still smelled the smell of blood. His eyes were slightly red and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger. At the same time, he also noticed that there was another person in the corridor.

Reporters also rushed over and saw the two of them.

The reporter spoke cautiously.

"Someone died. Who is Mr. Ye? Who is Shen Xiuxiu? Is she the woman who exchanged room numbers with me yesterday?"

Qin Shang pursed his lips and did not answer.

Because he knows the answer!

The next moment, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Wow!

The moment he saw the situation in the room, his pupils suddenly contracted and he felt like his heart was bleeding.

Shen Xiuxiu, who was wearing a dark red wedding dress, had her eyes closed and her pretty face was pale. There was no trace of blood on her pretty face that was full of smiles in the past, and it was so pale that it made people feel distressed.

The whole person was nailed to the wall as if he was being judged. Yes, he was nailed to the wall. He was covered in blood and the whole room was filled with the smell of blood. As soon as Qin Shang stepped in, he felt the nauseating smell of blood in his nostrils.

The ground was sticky, probably dried blood.

"Crossbow, this is the nail of the crossbow. Someone used the nail of the crossbow to nail this woman to the wall. There seem to be traces of grappling hooks and ropes next to it..."

"Oh my god, there are people who would use a crossbow to kill people so cruelly!?"

"Someone really died!?"

The man in the windbreaker kept chattering, and it seemed that he was also frightened by the bloody scene.

Qin Shang's throat rolled unconsciously, and his eyes became moist in an instant.

After he became a Divine Road player, Shen Xiuxiu was definitely as important to him as the two young masters and the leader.

However, at this moment, Qin Shang saw Shen Xiuxiu nailed to the wall in the shape of a big character.

The liveliness and playfulness of the past are gone, replaced by a dullness.

Qin Shang's murderous intention had never been like this...

It is so strong that reason is gradually drowned out.

"killed!"

"Kill them all!"

A hysterical and crazy idea emerged in his mind, and he felt his blood boiling.

Thinking of this, Qin Shang took out the pistol directly from his pocket, and his expression instantly turned into a surging and ferocious murderous intent.

Load the gun and aim in one go.

The next moment he turned his head and looked at the two people behind him.

"You two, who killed her!?"

"Who killed her!?"

He was too lazy to listen to the results. The group of Shenlu players themselves were guilty.

Yes, that's right, the group of Shenlu players is guilty, and those who are chosen to become Shenlu players all have certain degree of flaws in their character.

If that's the case, why should I take these people's lives seriously? Who knows what they are like in real life?

When Qin Shang thought of this, he felt so regretful that he wanted to slap himself in the face.

Why the hell should I hide my shortcomings? Why the hell should I respect the fate of others?

Just kill them all, isn’t that enough?

"It's you!?"

"is that you!?"

The first person Qin Shang aimed his gun at was actually the reporter.

It is said that enemies become particularly jealous of each other when they meet. The reason why Qin Shang could endure until now was purely because he wanted to pull out another enemy from the crowd and take revenge in one go. However, he ended up killing Shen Xiuxiu because of this stupid move.

He had never felt so regretful and annoyed as he did now. Why the hell didn't I jump out when someone showed up at my door yesterday? !

What am I thinking! ?

What am I afraid of!?

And...why did I fall asleep!?

【Hypnosis! 】

【Enter a dream! 】

At this moment, Qin Shang suddenly realized something, and his face became extremely ugly.

Yesterday, after I stopped hearing any noise, the old man left my door and fell into a coma.

Is...is it because Shen Xiuxiu and I looked at each other?

Is it because Shen Xiuxiu [entered my dream]?

Fuck!

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and Qin Shang pursed his lips.

careless...

"Pistol?! Where did you get the pistol?"

On the other side, the other two people in Room 11 saw Qin Shang actually pull out a gun. After a brief panic, the reporter immediately stepped back a few steps and hid behind the man in the windbreaker, his face full of horror;

"What are you going to do?"

The man in the trench coat raised his hands in the air, looking terrified;

"No, what basis do you have to doubt us? Didn't you lie too? Your own room number is obviously not 11, why do you suspect us directly? Hey, hey, hey, calm down, are you planning to execute us now?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shang's expression became solemn.

Indeed, why am I in room 13?

"Killing to silence us? Or do you intend to go all the way and kill us all?"

"Why are you so excited? Could it be that you killed this girl? You are the murderer, and you are the one crying thief?"

"The rules state that a player becomes the (murderer) as long as he kills another player. It doesn't necessarily have to be that newbie scammer. So, you are the (murderer) who killed this girl, right? You killed someone, and then you judge us from the perspective of a righteous person."

"You are the murderer, right?"

"The martial artist is indeed impulsive and easily angered..."

The reporters complained wildly, as if they were afraid that Qin Shang would not shoot.

Hearing this, Qin Shang narrowed his eyes and looked indifferent as he saw the reporter was still rubbing salt into his wounds.

Full of indifference to life.

The next moment, the finger pulled the trigger without hesitation.

It doesn't matter, I'm too lazy to think...

Just go to hell!

It's just that the unexpected happened again.

"No one may kill civilian players unless all (murderers) vote"

His index finger holding the trigger seemed to be blocked by something and could not move forward even an inch.

No matter how hard Qin Shang tried, he couldn't pull the trigger.

At this moment, he finally understood what the Thunder King said.

If (the murderer) wants to kill (civilians) or (detectives), he needs the consent of all (the murderers)...

This is indeed a restriction.

So if there are two murderers at the same time, and if they know each other's identities, and one of them seeks cooperation with the (detective), doesn't that mean that the other (murderer) whose identity has been exposed will be in danger?

This restriction is fucking stupid...

At this moment, a soprano voice full of fear and surprise sounded downstairs.

This soprano voice once again attracted everyone's attention.

After a brief moment of shock, Qin Shang quickly reacted.

"Is it the loli who wore a mask yesterday?!"

The next moment, the reporter pulled the corner of his mouth and spoke.

Qin Shang's expression froze, and his mind felt confused...

Loli?

That loli wearing a mask is also alive?

No, something is wrong...

How did the old man become (the murderer) when the reporter, the man in the windbreaker, the loli, and I were all alive?

Didn't he already become (the murderer) after nightfall!?

Did he kill that guy called Teacher Ye?!

But who is Teacher Ye? !

The next moment, the reporters and the man in the windbreaker all looked at Qin Shang.

The two men wanted to go downstairs to check the situation, but they were afraid that Qin Shang would turn his head and shoot them in the head from behind.

Thinking of this, Qin Shang put away his pistol, looked cold and silent.

My behavior just now was actually reasonable. After all, I was just afraid and pulled out the gun to force (the murderer) out. This explanation was also reasonable.

Anyway, he didn't reveal any key information, so others wouldn't be too suspicious.

Moreover, he is a brainless martial artist. Any impulsive behavior of a martial artist can be reasonably explained. This is why Qin Shang planned to pretend to be a martial artist as soon as he came in.

And now, Qin Shang wanted to know how many people were in this copy.

The next moment, as everyone arrived at the second floor, they saw the stumbling girl.

Indeed, it was the girl wearing a mask yesterday. Her clothes were in messy wrinkles. She rushed towards Qin Shang and others in a panic. Her pretty face was pale and full of panic.

"That old gentleman, yesterday, last night, that old gentleman, he, he died in my room!"

what! ?

boom--

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shang's face changed drastically and he immediately rushed towards Room 6.

The door was open, and it looked like Loli had rushed out from this room.

I saw that there was also a person being held high in the room, and the way he died was exactly the same as that of Shen Xiuxiu who had just died in Room 11.

At this moment, Qin Shang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Why is this happening? !

Last night, he suspected that the old man in Room 18 was the (murderer). Qin Shang even wanted to confirm whether this old man was the same person as the Qingshan Street murderer. But when he woke up from his last sleep, he was dead! ?

How, how could it be him! ?

Why him?

Then...who is the other murderer besides me?