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

Gulu.

If I had an Adam's apple, I would definitely be able to see it rolling violently through the third-person perspective. Unfortunately, I am a girl and I don't have that thing, but this did not prevent the storm of emotions that was stirred up in my heart when Qin Shang's words fell.

Is he a ghost?

Did he open his third eye?

He, how did he know what happened after I left the institute this afternoon?

What's more, he was able to tell me all the details that I didn't even know.

I, Jiang Qiqi, dare to use my 36D as a guarantee. In the past twenty years of my life, I have always been a firm dialectical materialist, but today I have to say that it was really Xiaodao Labutt who opened my eyes.

What's even stranger is that I didn't read any mockery in Qin Shang's eyes, nor did I see complacency or any other strange emotions. Instead, there was only a calmness like a clear pond.

Those ink-black eyes were like deep pools revealing profound wisdom. For a moment I began to doubt that I had gone crazy. I actually saw the light of wisdom in the eyes of a mentally ill person.

He looked at me wisely, not like someone who knew my whereabouts for the day in advance and deliberately said it out loud at this moment to try to see my surprised expression, and then smugly made fun of my superior attitude.

So, is everything really told to him in that comic book?

He even knew that my umbrella had fallen on the bus I took when I left the institute and headed to school.

But did my umbrella really fall on that bus?

I'm actually skeptical about this...

After all, to be honest, I can’t even remember it clearly.

"Just look at what's in that comic book and you'll know."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but turn the pages back two times.

Mr. Qin Shang just mentioned page 43. I immediately flipped through the comic book in my hand and turned to page 43. The comic used storyboards to intuitively interpret several shots, including the scene where the heroine in jeans got on the bus, leaned on a seat in the last row of the car, rested her head on the window, and kept thinking.

When I saw this, my whole body felt numb, as if an electric current was rushing from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Because I do have this habit.

I like to sit in the last few rows of the bus. Even when the car is very empty and quiet and the only sound I can hear is the tire noise and horn sounds on the road, I still like to sit in the back row.

Otherwise, I usually won't sit down even if there's an empty seat in front of me.

If I want to find a seat, it must be in the last few rows. This is a habit of mine and also a quirk.

As for the psychological activities of the heroine above, I was even more shocked. It was a direct one-to-one reproduction of my psychological activities in the carriage at that time. All the thoughts in my mind at that time were presented here.

This comic book is really...amazing. The key is that those are psychological activities!

That was my own inner monologue. I had never discussed it with anyone else or told anyone about it. If someone had followed me all day and had specially drawn down all my daily activities to scare me, then how could I explain my psychological activities and the monologues in my mind?

I can tolerate the fact that the clothes and pants are completely different from what I wore today. After all, it is not difficult for anyone who saw me today to draw what I was wearing today. But how can I explain the psychological activities in the form of narration?

Then, I watched another embarrassing scene...

My ears immediately turned red, and I quickly laughed dryly twice, looking up at Mr. Qin with a flattering smile;

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin Shang, I don't look down on you or think you're abnormal. I just..."

That's right, I turned to the part where I started to comfort myself and convince myself that I shouldn't think about the motives of the behavior of mentally ill patients from their perspective. How the hell could I have such a huge, complex and discriminatory mental activity?

What was going through my mind at that time?

Human beings are like this. When they say some things in their hearts, they feel reasonable. For example, although I am a solo player who has been born from motherhood, I have heard from other roommates who have boyfriends that whenever they go out to check into a hotel with their boyfriends, the boys like to ask themselves "Do you feel good?" "Is it great?" "Call me daddy" in bed, and then they have to force an obsessed expression while shouting heartbreakingly with passion, but in fact, they have already cursed his whole family from top to bottom in their hearts. Sometimes, afterward, when the boyfriend asks me how I performed last night, I still have to... While smiling and holding each other's arms, she said affectionately and seriously, "You are so strong. I almost couldn't get out of bed." At the same time, in her heart, you are not even as good as the cheapest and lowest-grade toys sold in the adult store at the school gate. Of course, it is normal to tell the truth in your heart, and on the surface, it also maintains the self-esteem of her boyfriend. This kind of thing is not just an isolated case. Every time I hear these open-minded sisters talking nonsense in the dormitory, I will be embarrassed. Although I am an adult in my twenties who know everything, I don't have much practical experience. I am purely a theoretical king.

But I once imagined, what would be the final outcome if those boyfriends had the ability to read minds?

Tsk tsk, thinking about how beautiful the picture is, I really don't dare to look at it directly. So humans are really amazing creatures. They don't dare to say things on the surface, but they have all kinds of versions in their hearts...

"It's okay. If I were you, and there was a patient like this, and you said you weren't sick, I probably wouldn't believe you. After all, who would go out of their way to bust a fraud organization? But now I think I've basically figured out where I came from..."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and I thought I was about to hear his opinion on this comic book that he had been holding in his hands for a long time.

But what he said the next second almost made me lose my composure.

"I think I came from the world of the comic book in your hand."

Um! ?

Hearing that, the corner of my mouth twitched and I almost raised my hand to slap him.

Damn, are you crazy again?

You finally manage to communicate a few sentences normally, but your brain breaks down again at the critical moment?

The way he claimed with such seriousness that he came out of a comic book really scared me.

Listen, is this something a normal person would say?

But considering he's a psychopath...

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I immediately widened my eyes and shook my head, quickly getting rid of the thought from my mind.

I dare not let that comic book continue to reflect my mental activities!

As a result, the moment I did this, I was surprised to remember that, yes, if I want to verify whether this comic book is a supernatural phenomenon, the easiest way is to turn to the last few pages.

If it is true as Qin Shang said, that new images will continue to emerge, then I will believe him...

Thinking of this, I immediately turned to the back of the book.

Then I was surprised to find that there was only a scene of Qin Shang and I meeting in the nursing room, but there was not a single line of dialogue. I frowned and tried to jump twice on the spot, but the white paper at the back still did not show any new content. I immediately looked at Qin Shang with suspicion.

Doesn't it mean that when he and I touch the last page of this comic book, the content will be automatically updated?

What about updates?

No more updates?

The four-dimensional creature and the great painter Ma Liang disappeared?

"Mr. Qin, why is the content after this missing? According to your statement, this comic book has the power of prophecy. So what's the content after this..."

"Excuse me, I didn't say this comic book has the function of prophecy. Its function is to record the interactions between you and me. Of course, occasionally there will be a separate storyline showing you or me from your own perspective. I suspect this is because we are the male and female protagonists of this book respectively."

Hearing this, I frowned and flipped through the comic book a few more times. It was indeed made of ordinary comic book material. There was nothing special about the material, and the appearance was also ordinary. Apart from the title mentioning "God's Road" and the introduction of the main characters in the book, including Qin Shang and me, there seemed to be nothing special about it. Moreover, I did not see Qin Shang's so-called ability to update automatically.

I?

Mistress?

nerve……

And a possibility suddenly occurred to me, as to why all my mental activities appeared in this comic book.

So I blurted out subconsciously, expressing my doubts and dissatisfaction.

"Although I don't know how you deduced or speculated to depict my inner thoughts in this comic book, it's obviously just an ordinary comic book and doesn't possess any other supernatural powers. The top criminal psychology professionals can even directly deduce a criminal's appearance based on other people's descriptions of his or her behavior. So perhaps it's not difficult to infer my thoughts based on my behavior on the bus. I don't have this ability, but based on my cognitive reserve, many schizophrenia patients do have other personalities that develop talents in areas they've never encountered before after being diagnosed."

"For example, there's a German gentleman who's never been abroad and doesn't even like watching Russian films. But after he developed schizophrenia, when his alter ego awakened, the statements made by others clearly showed that he could communicate fluently in Russian. It's not uncommon for people with split personalities to possess special talents. It seems Mr. Qin possesses a certain degree of mind-reading ability. By creating this comic, is he not only trying to control his alter ego, but also trying to brainwash and control me..."

After I said this, I regretted it. I was so bold. I was so bored and had nothing to do, so why did I provoke him?

Of course, the previous sentence has an assumption, that is, I can only feel pain in my balls if I have balls.

But unexpectedly, Qin Shang was not angered by me, but remained calm.

"Actually, my memory is very fragmented. I can't remember a lot of things. I remember a little bit about the Divine Road. I remember making a deal with the Mother Goddess. I also remember, well, I remember helping a little girl who couldn't find her parents. But none of that matters. But I feel like... I must have lost something very precious, something I cherished and valued."

"But I can't remember it anymore. I can't remember what it was. In my mind, it seems like there's something I've been searching for for a long time."

After saying this, he sighed, and a small flame flickered in the dark nursing room. He pulled out a cigarette from somewhere like a magic trick and slowly lit it.

"And in my understanding, the world is not like this. The place where I live is called Jizhou. Oh, no, that's not right. The place where I grew up is called Jizhou. The place where I live is called Baotang Province. It's really different from my world."

"I want you to help me find something, Miss Jiang. Only you can help me."

He exhaled a large puff of secondhand smoke, which made me frown.

"Everyone in this institute treats me as a psychopath. You're the only one who can help me. I'm not hysterical, nor do I have split personality. I'm just me. I just occasionally recall some things from the past, but those things aren't so clear. This comic book is truly magical. I'm sure the Divine Road mentioned in it is where I came from."

I regained some of my sanity, gathered myself, and mentally suggested to myself that I should go along with what he said. So I looked at him seriously and asked;

"You, what do you want me to help you find?"

I'm actually quite timid. Hearing his psychotic remarks, I started shaking. I kept trying to comfort myself, telling myself I had to go along with what he said, saying he was a psychopath and I shouldn't argue with him. He had a mental problem and a split personality.

The fear that the comic book could read my mental activities had long since disappeared without a trace, or perhaps the dialectical materialism that I was taught in traditional education had taken over and become the mainstream. I was more inclined to believe that I was being followed by Qin Shang.

That’s why we have those bizarre plots in comic books that perfectly replicate reality on a one-to-one scale.

Qin Shang was silent now. After a long time, he suddenly took a step closer to me and spoke in a serious and earnest tone.

"Character card!"

"Ms. Jiang, don't you want to find out why this comic book has tied our fates together? I want you to help me find the character card, the one with the profession of Fraudster written on it. If we find it, maybe we can return to the world of this comic book..."

"?"

Damn it... I almost couldn't help but spit in his face.

Our fates are bound together, and our destinies are entangled together in "Eternal Love", but I never feel that my fate is bound together with yours, Mr. Qin. It's nothing more than seeing my own name and your name at the same time in a man-made comic book. This comic book does have an experience I had in reality today, but this wants me to believe in the existence of some so-called supernatural power in this world. And Mr. Qin's so-called journey of your origin, then you don't take my 19 years of higher education seriously.

Six years of primary school, three years of junior high school, three years of high school, four years of undergraduate study, and three years of graduate school.

I have spent most of my life studying and reading books, and I have received a good higher education.

If you want me to believe in the supernatural, you must first provide evidence.

The comic book, indeed, that comic book is half evidence, but...

Can the comic book provided by you, a mentally ill person, really be used as evidence?

I was so proud of myself that I didn't argue with him.

If I can't afford to offend him, can I still afford to hide?