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

Qin Shang hummed, glanced at Uncle Zhao, whose face was gradually turning red, and gestured calmly, then said;

"My companion is a teacher. Low-level [Teacher] players don't have much combat power. You should understand what I mean, right?"

"So we need to protect him later in the copy."

Qin Shang lied without leaving a trace.

Since I have promised to help Uncle Zhao through the customs, I must do my best to protect Uncle Zhao.

And if word gets out that Uncle Zhao doesn't have a character card, the "martial artist with brains" will most likely give up on traveling with him.

After all, it's better to explore alone than to have a burden with you.

But Qin Shang was sure that if this guy left, he would have no chance of completing this copy.

Especially when there is a godslayer hiding in the copy.

So I have to find a way to keep this guy here and make him go with me.

At least with one more person, I can be more confident in protecting Uncle Zhao.

After saying this, Qin Shang took a deep breath again, not thinking about the difficulty of clearing this dungeon, and glanced at the "martial artist with brains";

"So, you are a martial artist..."

Hearing this, the 'smart martial artist' nodded woodenly;

"Yes, idol. However, a trickster, a martial artist, and a teacher are going to an S-level dungeon. Isn't the matching mechanism of the Divine Path a bit tricky? For a dungeon with night as the background, doesn't it usually come with a priest as standard..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly slapped the back of his head.

"Oh, that pastor, he must have died? That corpse you were talking about..."

Qin Shang glanced at him and said nothing.

But I had the same idea in my mind...

However, after confirming that this guy was a martial artist, Qin Shang felt a little more secure.

Ever since the last time he encountered a strange thing in the dungeon with "Why do we have the same name again?" and saw with his own eyes the scene where he was beaten to pieces by that woman's punch, Qin Shang's opinion of the group of brainless martial artist players has changed a lot.

Yes, although I have to admit that it is quite difficult to communicate with martial artists.

But I have to say that the individual combat power of players in this profession is also really high...

You know, in the [Behind the Surveillance] dungeon, when Zhang Xiaofang entered the dungeon alone, those shadow copies were all his teammates, a group of Order Realm players!

"Why do we have the same name again?" One person challenged all of them, and in the end, the shadows were wiped out, except for one with low health.

As a result, after entering the dungeon, I ran into the low-health shadow in the corridor... and was punched by "Why do we have the same name again?"

In Qin Shang's mind, he completely labeled the martial artist player as a 'trustworthy partner'.

The sense of security may not necessarily be given by oneself, but may also be given by the martial arts players around you.

Moreover, compared to Zhang Xiaofang, the "martial artist with brains" in front of him was obviously smarter.

If the term "martial artist with a brain" in Qin Shang's mind means someone with an incompletely developed cerebellum, then Zhang Xiaofang belongs to the category of someone with a completely underdeveloped brain.

He's just about to hold his brain in his hands and say, "Hey, I have a brain, but I just don't use it, I just play with it..."

In comparison, Qin Shang felt that the "martial artist with brains" was much easier to communicate with than Zhang Xiaofang, except that he was a bit abstract and talked a lot of nonsense...

"Uncle Zhao, how are you doing?"

The next moment, Qin Shang turned his head and looked at Uncle Zhao. It was a problem that there was no priest in the team, but for the time being, this was the only way to go into the dungeon.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man on the ground nodded, without any pretense, and climbed up while holding his chest;

"much better……"

"Then let's continue exploring. There is too little information in this instance, and the God Slayer is hiding in the dark, so we don't know when he will strike. Rather than waiting to die, it's better to strike first."

After saying this, the scene he had just seen through the small window suddenly emerged in Qin Shang's mind.

A scene of a group of Japanese soldiers giving a speech on the playground. If that thing is also a clue, would it be related to the main plot?

At that time, I seemed to see a guy who looked like a doctor holding a baby in his arms?

Combined with the background board, this was once an orphanage, which was used for human experiments by the cruel Sakurajima people during World War II.

Could it be that the reason this place is haunted again is because of those innocent babies who were brutally killed during World War II?

Thinking of this, Qin Shang looked at the surrounding environment and thought for a moment.

He still felt that the structure of this room was very familiar, but this time no one interrupted him.

After a moment, Qin Shang suddenly thought of something and his face changed drastically as he spoke excitedly.

"Wait, this place...does it feel familiar to you guys?!"

After saying this, Qin Shang almost raised his hand to slap himself, but the familiar feeling became completely clear.

His eyes widened, and he muttered to himself in confusion;

"No, you have never been to prison, so you are not familiar with it, but I am."

"I was wondering why I felt that the structure of this room looked familiar the moment I entered this place. The layout here is exactly the same as that of a prison!"

"There is a small window in the cell, and it is airtight on all sides. There is a passage and a small door in the middle of each cell, but it is only used by inmates to visit each other. If you want to leave here, you need to open the iron bars of the door, but the iron bars will only be opened when you need to operate the sewing machine or do labor reform."

"It was always so airtight. One of our cellmates liked to smoke, and the smell of cigarettes would often linger because there was no ventilation..."

After saying this, Qin Shang's memories became clearer.

He asked why he felt this place looked familiar.

How could I not be familiar with it? I had been in jail for two years. I didn't recognize it at first because it was too dark.

There were no familiar bunk beds around, and the iron fences were not of prison standard.

This kind of cross-patterned iron fence makes it difficult to even pass something over, let alone feed the prisoners.

The bars of the fence were too close together.

But the space left behind was so small that not even a fist could be stretched out. This environment could almost be said to be absolutely airtight.

Even if prisoners lived here, it would be easy for them to develop mental illness due to the overly depressing environment, right?

Qin Shang frowned, and then suddenly his eyes widened.

"If this place is not used to imprison adults, but to imprison minors..."

Then the width of the iron fence and the size of the gaps...can be reasonably explained.

If such a place were fenced with standard prison bars, adult criminals would probably not be able to escape.

But for some children under the age of twelve or thirteen, definitely it can be done.

It is easy for a child whose body has not yet started to develop and whose height is less than 1.5 meters to get out of such a place.

When Qin Shang was brainstorming about the building structure, suddenly the "smartial artist with brains" raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, then coughed and said;

"Um, interrupt me, Yuzu brother, have you seen a model?"

"When you started talking just now, I seemed to see a white mannequin at the bottom of the [Safety Passage]..."

"But it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Is this normal?"

what! ?

Hearing this, Qin Shang turned his head suddenly.

Behind the 'warrior with a brain', a white mannequin was standing quietly.

He was shocked.

This is weird, there is more than one! ?