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

Just as I was struggling with how to escape this predicament and avoid staying in the same room with a psychopath and listening to his gossip, a thought suddenly crossed my mind...

At this moment, I remembered that when I first came to the institute, Director Qin mentioned that there was a red guard button behind each guard room. Although the alarm in the entire building would sound after pressing this button, at this moment, this thing was my lifeline. I was almost suffocating. I couldn't tell whether it was the fear of being in the same room with a mentally ill person or the fear because Mr. Qin Shang accurately predicted my afternoon movements and my psychological activities through the comic book. Anyway, I was very scared. I have an avoidant personality. Once something makes me feel insecure, I want to escape. The word "give up" even popped up in my mind at this moment. I wanted to give up studying Mr. Qin, I wanted to give up this topic, I wanted to change my research direction and research object, even though I had to submit my proposal report in at most half a month. Giving up now would mean wasting all my efforts. But I still had to give up. This man who could break free from the guards and escape from the detention sleeping room was really terrifying...

"Well, it's a little dim here. I want to go over there and read a couple of pages of this comic book. Mr. Qin, what you're saying is a little too unbelievable for me. You need to give me some time to digest it..."

I forced a smile and pretended to smile without revealing any flaws.

Qin Shang nodded, without any doubt about the purpose of my words, so I retreated silently and even got closer to the wall. At this moment, I took a deep breath. Jiang Qiqi, success or failure depends on this. Thinking of this, I turned my head and found the emergency alarm button on the wall. The red button was bright in color and could be found at a glance even in this dimly lit environment.

Snapped!

The next moment, I slapped the button hard.

"Jingle Bell!"

In an instant, the entire building where the research institute was located issued a shrill sirens. Qin Shang's expression froze. He probably didn't expect me to do this. He didn't even have time to rush over and hold me down. He immediately seized this opportunity and rushed towards the door of the nursing room. One step, two steps, seeing that the iron gate was so close, I couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy.

After rushing out, I immediately locked the door. At that time, as long as I dragged the security personnel left on the first floor up, they would be able to help me control him completely.

Snapped!

But at this moment, I felt a strong force coming from my wrist, which felt like iron and lead and hurt me.

It’s Qin Shang!

My heart suddenly skipped a beat. I knew it was Qin Shang without even looking back.

"You can't leave. You have to give me the comic book. It's my only chance to sort out the messy fragments of my memory. The way to return to that world may be hidden in the comic book..."

I didn't care what he said at all. Subconsciously, like a conditioned reflex, I raised the thing in my hand and threw it at the head of the man behind me. There was a dull thud as the sharp edge of the book hit his head. The man behind me also groaned, and even the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground with sparks flying everywhere. He immediately let go of my wrist.

I saw hope of escape.

I took two steps at a time and quickly rushed out of the exit of the iron fence. I grabbed the gate of the fence at an extremely fast speed and slammed it shut, locking Qin Shang in the nursing room. I never thought in my life that my body could be so agile. I saw that Mr. Qin, who had a cut on his forehead and was bleeding, did not chase me, but stared at the comic book that fell on the ground in a daze. I saw the blood constantly sliding down his head, and a sense of guilt rose in my heart for no reason, but soon this sense of guilt disappeared. I danced with joy like a monkey, shivered with excitement, and then turned my head to look in the direction of the footsteps behind me.

It was the security guards downstairs who heard the alarm and came...

Qin Shang still maintained that posture, sitting on the ground like this, his eyes confused and innocent, completely different from the fierce look he had just shown when he grabbed my arm tightly and wouldn't let me go.

"Mr. Security, this patient ran away from the rest area where they were detained, and for some unknown reason he escaped back here. Lock him up quickly. He has severe schizophrenia. Remember to carry explosion-proof equipment during contact to prevent him from attacking you."

Soon, a pair of security guards holding explosion-proof shields and batons came up. Seeing them, I felt relieved. The heart that had been hanging in my throat finally calmed down, and I excitedly said to the security guards.

Hearing this, the security guards looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Ms. Jiang, they may send me to the police station tomorrow. Your mentor, Ms. Qin, intends to use the fact that I have been dominated by my secondary personality for a long time as evidence that I have committed criminal acts. By then, it is likely that we will not have the chance to meet again."

The next moment, Qin Shang in the nursing room wiped his bloody forehead.

"You must answer my call tomorrow at noon."

?

Crazy?

You're already locked up, where did you get your cell phone?

Are you calling me with your mind and super powers?

The anger that had been pent up in my heart suddenly surged up in the blink of an eye, and I couldn't help but spit out a curse: "First of all, you have to know my fucking phone number."

He remained silent and did not respond to my words. Of course, when I said this, I didn't expect him to respond to me. What could a mentally ill person say to me? His behavior and words were very different from those of a normal person.

"When the time comes, you will have my character card in your bag. Giving it to me is the best way to save you, save me, and solve these mysteries."

"I want to figure out why I'm here."

"If you could figure out why you're here, you wouldn't be here..."

"Aren't you curious about what's in that comic book?"

"You are just using some magic tricks to scare me. I won't fall into your trap. Maybe you have implanted some psychological suggestion in me and are talking nonsense."

I was so emotional that I didn't care about anything else. Looking at the skin on my wrist that was gradually becoming red and swollen, a wave of fear suddenly surged in my heart for no reason.

"By then, you will have two character cards in your bag..."

"I have your uncle in my bag, and two character cards. Are you done yet, you psychopath?"

"Crazy, what a madman, what an incurable psychopath..."

I shuddered. The security guards had already contacted Director Qin, apparently confirming from him that a mentally ill person had indeed gone missing. Someone had already escorted me away from the scene, and a man who looked like the security captain asked me a question with concern.

"Little girl, you're not hurt, are you?"

"Your instructor asked me to ask you..."

"No!"

I blurted out the question subconsciously, a warm feeling rising in my heart. It turned out that Director Qin had asked him to ask. Then, just as I was about to leave, the security brother moved his mouth again, looking embarrassed. "Wait a moment, little girl, I still have something to ask you..."

"Didn't I just ask that? I'm not hurt, brother."

"No, I asked subconsciously whether you were hurt. Your instructor asked me to bring a message to you, asking whether you believed what he said, that is, what the mentally ill patient said, no matter which one."

"What the hell? Director Qin asked you to ask this!"

I was immediately filled with indignation. Director Qin really didn't take our lives seriously.

I just shared a room with a mentally ill patient. Lao Qin didn't care whether I was hurt or not. Instead, he was more curious whether I believed the mentally ill patient's crazy remarks. Isn't that nonsense? I definitely don't believe it.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe a single word of it. No one in their right mind would believe the rumors of a mentally ill person, right?"

"Oh, don't get excited, I have one more thing to say."

"Your mentor said that if you feel like you're his wife, then you should get treatment. So let me ask you, do you ever feel like, um... you're the wife of that psychopath in the fence or something?"

"What?"

I was almost laughing out of anger. Is this something Director Qin could ask?

Why do I feel like I haven’t met any normal people tonight?

How could I feel like I was the wife of a patient?

I'm afraid that the security guard was bored in the middle of the night and saw a little beauty like me was scared, so he had a personal bad taste and wanted to make fun of me?

I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. I ran to the front office and found Zhu Yuewei's USB drive. I turned around and walked out of the institute. What a psycho...

A bunch of psychos.

Back in the dormitory, maybe because I was frightened by what happened tonight, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Even at 3:30 in the morning, I was still holding my phone with my eyes open, looking at the empty homepage interface, not knowing what to do. The phone in my hand was not fun anymore. There were no dramas I wanted to follow, no movies I wanted to watch, and even no good novels. Of course, as a single dog, I didn't even have a friend to chat with and share what I saw and heard every day across the screen. I just stared at the phone screen in confusion, not wanting to sleep, but not knowing what to do. The other roommates next to me could already hear the sound of even breathing on their beds. There were two other people in our dormitory who did not have the same tutor as me, and their tutors' research topics were different from ours, so they were still in the miserable life of college students in the early morning. Those who have studied for a master's degree should know that the daily course schedule does not depend on the so-called courses. Graduate students don't have much of a schedule, especially for those of us who are more clinical than academic. As for starting classes at 8 a.m.... Old professors are like that. They may be capable, but a lot of their knowledge hasn't been updated in years. They don't understand the job market and job prospects, and they can't even find any innovation in theoretical knowledge and topics. They just take some stuff that others have chewed up and digested on the Internet and let their graduate students study it again and then graduate them. So their tutors are like tutoring middle school students, and they still maintain a punch-in system for class. Classes start at a fixed time every day, and then students go to class. After the lecture is over, they go home. Occasionally, they are assigned some in-class homework, and then nothing happens. It is indeed easier to graduate with such old tutors, but whether you can learn anything is another matter...

I don't know why tonight, but I felt like there were so many thoughts piling up in my mind that I couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to get out of bed to write some research proposal and improve the details, but I was afraid of disturbing my roommates. In the end, I chose not to do so. I just lay on the bed and fiddled with my phone boredly. Before I knew it, I didn't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, it was already past three in the afternoon. I suddenly jumped out of bed with a start.

"It's over, it's over. Today is Wednesday, not the weekend. I slept through this and it's still this late. Director Qin is probably going to kill me..."

I jumped out of bed, started getting dressed, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I glanced at my messy hair in the mirror. I had planned to wash my hair after getting up this morning, but I ended up sleeping until three in the afternoon. Damn it.

I picked up my bag and my phone, which was almost out of battery and turned off after being used for most of the night. There was no other way. It was too late to charge it now. I just scanned a power bank on the way and went out...