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

After saying the last sentence, the woman just left.

The whole restaurant suddenly became quiet.

Obviously, no one expected that the originally harmonious atmosphere would fall apart as Teacher Ye tried to get everyone to introduce themselves and get to know each other. Even Qin Shang looked a little bewildered, as if he was completely confused...

No, what happened to her?

In fact, everyone knows that although the Qingshan Street murderer is a newbie, his identity as a (murderer) and the ability to move freely in the dungeon at night are definitely the biggest nightmare for everyone in this dungeon.

Once it's twelve o'clock, everyone else has to stay in their rooms, but the Qingshan Street murderer with the identity of (murderer) can move around the castle at will. At this time, danger is probably about to come.

However, due to the deliberate protection of Teacher Ye and the reporters, no one showed any anxiety or worry on their faces. Who knew that the few words "Men mess up my heart" were intended to break the harmony and tranquility of a group of people.

Especially Qin Shang had just received a hidden hint from his own fraudster.

So he was even more clear in his mind that 'Men mess with my heart' was a lie, he was not a hypnotist!

On the other hand, the reporter was annoyed when he saw the woman suddenly turn hostile.

Snapped--

A slap on the table.

"Hey! What do you mean? Since you already know the identity of (the murderer), why don't you just tell us him? You are just being mysterious, right?"

"In fact, you don't even know who the Qingshan Street murderer is. You are probably the Qingshan Street murderer yourself, right? You deliberately disrupted the situation to distract our attention and make us feel resentful of each other. You can just sit back and reap the benefits. Let me tell you..."

"do not talk!"

Teacher Ye quickly grabbed the reporter and shook his head at him.

We all just met by chance, so it's nonsense to say that we can absolutely trust each other. Even if we say that brothers we should trust each other, I guess there are a lot of speculations and doubts in our hearts behind the scenes.

As for Qin Shang, he narrowed his eyes. He was still thinking about the words written on the wooden board.

Follow that woman wearing a mask...

Originally, I thought that this woman would not act up or cause any other trouble in the short term, but who knew that when everyone was being most harmonious, she suddenly chose to turn against me.

Indeed, as the saying goes, "Men mess with my heart", there is no need to continue playing house with everyone here.

Thinking of this, Qin Shang stood up immediately. He had originally planned to slip away, but he didn't want to be the first person to do it, otherwise he would be the most suspicious. Now that someone was taking the lead, Qin Shang was happy to have some free time.

So, the next moment he used his legs to move his buttocks backwards on the bench.

crunch--

The legs of the stool suddenly made a noise by rubbing against the floor.

Then everyone's eyes fell on him.

Qin Shang grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said with a chuckle;

"Sorry, I suddenly feel that what she said makes some sense. Excuse me, everyone, I also want to explore this dungeon alone, so I'll leave first."

After saying this, Qin Shang winked at Shen Xiuxiu.

The two of them were in tune with each other, and Shen Xiuxiu immediately understood what Qin Shang meant.

This was to make him stay, and he planned to take the initiative to catch up and investigate "Men Disturbing My Heart".

Seeing this, the reporter's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"What do you mean? Wasn't everything fine just now? Are you all guilty? I see. You guys didn't tell the truth during the drawing of lots. You also lied to us about the room number, right?"

"Do you think (the murderer) will let you go if you do this? You are deliberately attracting (the murderer's) attention. Then you might be targeted by (the murderer) during the day..."

Hearing this, Qin Shang glanced at the reporter indifferently.

He was too lazy to waste time talking to him, so he nodded to Teacher Ye and the man in the windbreaker and walked out.

'Men mess with my heart' probably didn't lie about the room number, but it did lie about the occupation...

Qin Shang's hidden hint about the fraudster would not come out of nowhere. Since it was said that the profession of 'the man who disturbs my heart' is a priest, then this woman's profession must be a priest without a doubt.

But at first Qin Shang didn't know who "The Man Who Disturbed My Heart" was.

But the moment this woman took the initiative to confess her Shenlu ID, Qin Shang was certain of it. If someone wanted to lie about Shenlu ID, there was no need to just make up a nickname that was already known at the scene. Wouldn't that expose the truth in a minute...

If the real 'Man Who Disturbed My Heart' was also present!

So she probably didn't lie about her nickname, and the hint about the masked girl on the wooden board asking her to follow closely probably also indicates that there's something special about this woman...

"Damn it, idiots, a bunch of idiots, everything was fine just now, but it fell apart in an instant!"

The reporter saw Qin Shang also followed 'Men mess with my heart' and pushed open the door, and immediately cursed him in anger.

After saying this, he looked at the man in the windbreaker again;

"You're not planning on leaving too?"

"I?"

"I didn't, I just needed to go to the bathroom."

Hearing this, the reporter felt that his authority was challenged and immediately shouted angrily.

"You're not allowed to go. What if someone dies if you run around outside now? And you, what's your ID?"

The man in the windbreaker was the most silent one among those present. No matter what opinions or suggestions everyone had, he basically acquiesced and never participated in discussions to fight for his own dominance. In the minds of reporters, the man in the windbreaker was like a harmless little transparent person. Now he was angry, so he subconsciously spit and cursed, as if to vent his emotions.

After saying that, he looked at Shen Xiuxiu, who was wearing the strangest outfit in the audience.

The girl was silent for a moment, then raised a small trumpet;

"Shen Xiuxiu, martial arts master."

When these words came out, the reporter was stunned, and then overjoyed;

"Martial artist? Great. If there are martial artist players with us, we don't have to worry about sudden attacks. Humph, those two idiots, they don't even know how many people are in the dungeon, and they are so eager to cut off ties with us now. Maybe the Qingshan Street murderer is hiding in the dark, and they will be in trouble then!"

After saying this, the reporter looked at Shen Xiuxiu strangely again and said doubtfully;

"But why are you talking through a bullhorn?"

Shen Xiuxiu's eyebrows knitted slightly, and then she raised the trumpet, her red lips murmured as if she was brewing, trying to find a more appropriate wording and swear words from her mind. Finally, she thought about it and said lightly in the most gentle tone;

"You son of a bitch, you meddle in my business, you'll get a beating on the head."

"Just worry about yourself, don't worry about me..."