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

I stared at Qin Shang as he spoke to the man in the last row of the carriage. As my thoughts raced, I sighed slightly in my heart. As the old saying goes, curiosity kills the cat. It is obvious that this game does not have an option to give up or refuse to proceed, let alone quit. If I want to return to the real world, I think I can only use Mr. Qin Shang in front of me to lead me through this copy called "Death Train". Moreover, if I don't want to be treated as a mental patient or arrested for helping criminals escape after returning to reality, then I have to take Qin Shang back with me. At least as long as Qin Shang goes back, whether he wants to come to this bizarre world again in the future has nothing to do with me. I will never come again, but at least I have to rely on him to prove to me that I am really not an accomplice who helps criminals escape.

"Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here..."

Finally someone with normal reactions?

When I heard the weak-looking boy with glasses at the end of the car slowly crawling out from under the seat, this thought actually passed through my mind at the first moment. Now that I think about it carefully, my reaction after entering the Shenlu game was actually a little calmer than expected. Was it because I saw Qin Shang for the first time?

So before the fear in my heart and the fear of the unknown had time to spread, I found a sense of security in Mr. Qin?

I observed Qin Shang who was talking not far away, and a guess emerged in my mind.

This guy must have really been here before, which means that he is most likely not a patient with schizophrenia or personality type, but an amnesiac. Because he suffered something special in this place, his spirit suffered a great shock, so his memory began to become blurred and messy.

The memories that floated out from time to time made him go crazy, and a place like the Divine Road was obviously not the real world. After the memories here appeared, he became abnormal and started to go crazy, and it seemed reasonable for him to be so superstitious.

It was because of the memories of the past that occasionally came to mind, perhaps from past experiences in this world of supernatural phenomena...

The next moment, I crossed my arms over my chest and touched my elbows, feeling a little cold.

In the autumn of September, I was still wearing a thin sweatshirt and a simple pair of plain jeans. There is a particularly interesting saying on the Internet that can be used to tell whether a girl is single. Just look at her daily outfit. If she occasionally wears a short skirt with black silk stockings, then don’t think about it. Nine out of ten girls are in a relationship, and they may have more than one partner. Of course, we can’t generalize. Maybe she just likes this style of dressing and matching. So in this case, there is another trick to distinguish, that is, to see if she often maintains this outfit out of season. If it is summer but it is raining heavily outside, a girl still insists on wearing a long skirt, a short skirt and small leather shoes, or in autumn, the temperature outside has begun to drop significantly, and many people who are afraid of cold have started to wear sweatshirts to keep warm, but a girl still insists on maintaining the beauty of summer, choosing style over temperature, then she can basically be beaten to death. She is definitely not single.

Of course, from another perspective, if a girl is basically unkempt, has no makeup on, wears jeans and trousers every time she goes out, and all her outfits are completely oriented towards warmth or comfort, then there is no need to ask, she is definitely a single person.

While I was lost in thought, Qin Shang had already calmed down the man who was wearing thick glasses, whose lenses seemed as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle.

"This place is called the Divine Road. As for why we are here, I have no idea."

"My name is Qin Shang, her name is Jiang Qiqi. We just met. That girl has a very bad temper. Didn't you hear her scolding me just now..."

After saying this, Qin Shang stretched out his right hand towards the man. The other party hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched out his hand and shook hands with him.

"We can only leave here if we resolve this game together. After all, it seems like there's no way out or options for us to leave."

After saying this, Qin Shang smiled gently and instinctively patted the young man's shoulder.

"What do you call it?"

"Zhao Jinyu!"

Qin Shang grinned; "What a good name, Zhao Jinyu, it has water and gold in it. There's a saying that goes, 'When you meet water, you get rich...'"

The young man with glasses immediately pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose, revealing a look of trepidation. There was a sense of recklessness about Qin Shang, as if he could climb mountains to see the Five Peaks, and at the same time take care of children, do laundry and cook at home. This was a person's temperament. This temperament was very common in some people who had been involved in gangs in their early years and then whitewashed themselves or had worked in the gray industry. These people used to walk between the black and white worlds, so they were unconsciously contaminated with this temperament. When he was with people in the system, he could give people the impression of having regular features and looking forward with a change of clothes. When he was with ruffians, he could also open his collar to expose his chest muscles and squint at the beautiful women passing by, making you feel that he might pout and blow the rogue whistle at any time.

I didn't interrupt Qin Shang...

Because I want to hear what he says is the sure-fire way to win.

I've just analyzed it rationally...

There is absolutely no possibility of completing this game with three other people together.

But since he promised me that he would not kill anyone and take away the other party's mini oxygen cylinder, I am quite curious about what Qin Shang's winning strategy is.

Could he have any way of judging the situation in the next carriage through the tightly closed small door in the previous carriage?

Of course, I had other reasons for not speaking, for example, my goal was simply to clear this dungeon and return to reality, and I didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Brother Jin Yu, I won't keep you in suspense anymore. Let's get straight to the point."

Immediately, Qin Shang hugged Zhao Jinyu's arm;

"The three of us have a combined total of fifteen oxygen cylinders. There's poisonous gas in three random carriages. Our oxygen cylinders definitely won't be enough to get us to the last carriage. After all, the rules state that we have to wait a full minute each time we enter a new carriage."

"But I have a bold guess. If I were the designer of this game, and if my goal was to embarrass the players and make them lose their composure, then I definitely wouldn't just throw those three train cars filled with poison gas into the first few floors. After hearing the rules, you might become nervous. From your perspective, the first five cars would all be wearing oxygen masks as you pass through."

"In that case, even if the players in the last three carriages are out of mini oxygen cylinders, there will be no poison gas in the last three carriages, so they can still pass smoothly."

"So I suspect there's probably no poison gas in the front carriages. If I were the game designer, the most likely thing I'd do is fill the last three carriages with poison gas, then wait for the players to panic and lose their composure, wasting an oxygen tank in each of the early carriages. By the time they reach the last three carriages, there won't be any oxygen tanks left. Then, I could wipe out these players in one fell swoop and kill them in the game."

Hearing this, Zhao Jinyu widened his eyes, and a hint of fear flashed in those eyes that still retained the clear and foolishness of a college student. Perhaps because the word "death" was still too heavy for a young man in his twenties, he did not speak for a long time.

I pursed my lips and stared at Qin Shang, wanting to see what he was up to and what he would say next.

"Based on my previous reasoning and speculation, I have a winning proposal..."

The next moment, Qin Shang showed a serious expression;

"We'll take turns wearing masks in the first three rounds. That way, if I'm wrong, there will be a car with poison gas in the early stages, and then one of us will definitely die in a car. At that time, the other two can take that person's oxygen cylinder and use it. Of course, even if I'm right and there are no cars with poison gas in the early stages, then because not all three of us carry oxygen cylinders in every round, at least in the later stages, if someone among us is killed or injured, that person's remaining oxygen cylinder can be given to the other two to protect their lives and ensure that the other two surviving people can pass smoothly."

Hearing this, the young man immediately struggled violently, and Qin Shang chuckled.

"It's okay. You can choose to refuse, but think about it. If we continue at the current pace, I won't be able to tell whether the next car is filled with poisonous gas before entering. Then every time we enter the next car, we're relying on luck. Pure luck. If we're unlucky and don't encounter any cars with poisonous gas early on, then after our five bottles are used up, we'll have no choice but to enter the last three cars, knowing they are poisonous. In the end, we'll be completely wiped out."

"But if we follow my suggestion, for example, in the first car, you and the woman wear oxygen masks, and I don't, and if that car is not poisonous, then we'll only use up two oxygen cylinders. In the second round, you and I wear oxygen cylinders, and the woman doesn't. If that's not poisonous either, then we'll only use up four oxygen cylinders. This way, the oxygen cylinders will be depleted much more slowly than if we scare ourselves every round."

"And even if I guessed wrong, the person who designed this game deliberately placed a car with poison gas in the front. If you and that woman brought oxygen cylinders in the first round, and I didn't, and this round the car happened to be filled with poison gas, and I died, then the five oxygen cylinders in my hand would just fall into your hands."

"Thirteen oxygen cylinders are more than enough for the remaining seven carriages."

"After all, there are thirteen oxygen cylinders, and you two will split them up, six each and seven each. Of the remaining seven carriages, you can both wear gas masks and insert oxygen cylinders throughout six of them. Unless there's poison gas in the last carriage, both of you will be able to successfully complete the game. As long as the remaining two gas-carrying carriages are in one of the six, and the last carriage is clear of poison gas, you win."

"Think about it, otherwise you'll have to gamble nervously every round..."

"If the first carriage wasn't poisonous and you used up an oxygen cylinder, would you give up wearing a gas mask before entering the second carriage? No, you still wouldn't dare to gamble. After all, the price of failure is death. And you'd have to gamble seven or eight times in a row, and you only had five oxygen cylinders. When you only had the last two, that's when the real internal consumption would begin..."

"What if the first three cars are clean, but you use up your oxygen tanks out of fear? What will you do when you get to the fourth car? There are still four cars left, and you only have two oxygen tanks, but three of them are poisonous. You won't have a chance even if you want to gamble."

"Because even if you use your oxygen cylinder every time you are in the car with poisonous gas, there will still be one of the remaining two cars with poisonous gas. By then, you will have no oxygen cylinder left."

"You're bound to enter a car filled with poisonous gas. In other words, this game can't be completed without teamwork..."

"That's why the dungeon's background description says this is a multiplayer dungeon!"