Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

""Twilight of the Gods" is the return of the painter Qianwu. This painting has a pre-Raphaelite expression of gorgeous details, and is also deeply influenced by the flow of Fauvism. Next, please allow me to retain this glory , to unveil the yarn for everyone..."

The host's beautiful voice faded away, and the sound of rain in the mountains gradually became louder.

A young man left the noisy dinner party alone and stepped out of the gate of the mountain mansion.A matte fine silk shirt wrapped his thin figure, his black eyes were lowered, with a faint blush under his eyes, and he was slightly drunk.

Another person chased him out, and the leather shoes of the military department slammed on the ground, shouting: "Mr. Qianwu!"

Qianwu raised his stunned and downcast eyes, and looked back at him.

Those were a pair of extremely dark and deep eyes, with a sense of innocence in their silence, which made people suddenly think when they first met, sure enough, this is the artist of the era, Qian Wu.

"Looking for me?" His voice was clear and low, making the person who was talking to him unable to help but soften.

"Young commander, please stay." The other party's Adam's apple moved, and he emphasized in as gentle a tone as possible, "He really, really wants to see you, please stay and let him say a few words."

After hearing this, Qian Wu looked at him for a while, as if drunk and confused, it took him a long time to digest what he meant.

"Are you Jiang Chen's orderly?" Qian Wu asked, "What's your name?"

The other party froze for a moment, "Ge Tong."

"This little Ge friend." Qian Wu raised the corners of his lips, put his hands on his shoulders with a hint of drunkenness, and said, "Tell your young commander, I don't think he really wants to see me."

Ge Tong blushed and was confused, "What do you mean?"

Qianwu didn't answer, turned around and took a slender umbrella from the hand of the waiter at the door, shook his hand, and the umbrella opened with a bang.

Facing the torrential rain, he slowly exhaled, and whispered to himself, "This wine is on top."

When he calmly walked into the rain, Ge Tong suddenly came to his senses, and shouted at his back aggrievedly: "Didn't our young commander send me to perfuse you, someone else is snapping up your paintings inside! Mr. Qianwu! Just Wait 5 minutes! 2 minutes! 1 minute! My ancestors..."

Under the big black umbrella, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, a fatal blush slowly leaked out from under his cold white skin, spread down his cheeks, and the collar of his shirt gradually became peachy.

Qianwu could no longer hear others calling him, and there was a faint roar in his ears, which disappeared in the white noise and rain in an instant.The wine came back under the umbrella, and he walked slowly along the mountain road in the rain with half-down eyes, dissipating the fragrance of clothes and the heat of drunken ears in the villa.

Suddenly, a long bell sounded from the mansion behind it, representing the hammer falling of the last lot.

The bell sounded through the rain, and suddenly there was a thick fog in the mountains, as if time was suspended.He stepped into the fog while drunk, and gradually lost his senses—he couldn't hear the rain, and couldn't see the road ahead.Stopping and looking back, the mansion has disappeared in the fog all over the sky, the forest is hidden in the rain, and there are fogs all over the top, bottom, left, and right.

There is only a little coldness, like a wet match is struck in the body, but there is no spark, but the dampness is ignited along the nerves, crawling inch by inch from the fingertips to the top of the head.

He licked his lower lip lightly.

The waiter at the gate of the mansion in the distance rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The charity wine sale had just reached its climax, and there was no one at the door. He was standing there watching the young and proud artist slowly walk away.As a result, with a daze, the person disappeared.The rain stopped, and the mountains were clear and clear. You could see thousands of meters away from the mountain road, but you couldn't see the man.

Fanatical booing erupted in the banquet hall behind him, which could make the wealthy military merchants lose their reserve, presumably some auction items fetched sky-high prices.

The waiter couldn't take care of it anymore, turned around and trotted to the door of the banquet hall, and watched the excitement secretly with his head stretched out.

The host said with emotion: "Deal! Qianwu's comeback masterpiece "Ragnarok" belongs to Young Marshal Jiang."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

"Young Marshal Jiang paid a sky-high price for a painting, so those rumors about Qianwu must be subdued."

"I don't understand, how did Jiang Chen hold a painting?"

"Do you think this painting is something you can praise if you want?"

"Tsk." The waiter thumped his hands happily.

Those who sell paintings are the artists of the era who have been praised to the sky and then slammed to the bottom of the valley.The one who bought the painting was the commander of the Imperial Guard Army who held a lot of power and served wine with controversy.

The ties between influential people are the most exciting thing for a boring little commoner like him.

He couldn't help but leaned forward again, wanting to see Major General Jiang Dehua's heroic figure from a distance.However, after walking two steps, he saw the bustling crowd inside the door looking around.The host asked in surprise, "Where is Young Master Jiang?"

Someone shouted: "Just now I sat next to me and held up the price tag, and when I turned my head, I disappeared!"

Looking in through the open door of the banquet hall, you can't see the handsome commander in military uniform, but the host standing blankly on the side of the stage, and in the crystal box in the center of the stage, there is the "Twilight of the Gods"

The painting tilts quietly, the bright light becomes soft and blurred after being refracted on the surface of the painting, and the God of Light in the center, Bud, gazes meaningfully at the magnificent world.

Qianwu had a very solid sleep, a peaceful sleep that he hadn't had for a long time.

In his dream, he relived the scene of the reception before the auction. Jiang Chen saw him from a distance and walked towards him.He turned around and got into the crowd, weaving through with ease, turned his head several times, admiring Jiang Shen's collapsed and forbearing expression when he was frequently stopped by the chatter.

The dream suddenly faded away, the hot wine and sweat dissipated, and there was the sound of water in my ears, as if the wind was passing the Yangtze River, and there was a sense of drifting under my body.

Opening his eyes, Qianwu thought that he was drunk and fell asleep on the mountain, and was put on a hammock.But when he opened his eyes, he was shocked by the scene around him.

The sky is high and the earth is far away, clusters of bright red pipes are rushing up to the sky wildly and arrogantly, the walls of the pipes are moist and tough, pulsating regularly like a heartbeat.Underneath is a small wooden boat, which is dark and bottomless. The boat drifts among the intricate pipelines, passes through thousands of red threads, and sails to the boundless distance.

An old man in coir raincoat and bamboo hat was supporting the pole at the bow, with his back turned to him, he said in a hoarse voice, "Welcome to the sea of ​​nerves."

"Sea of ​​nerves?"

Qianwu raised his head again to observe this magnificent and illusory scene in a daze, and suddenly a familiar figure broke into him from the corner of his eye.

The figure was a little displeased and said, "This is the meeting, why don't you pretend not to see?"

Qian Wu was taken aback, only then did he realize that there was someone behind him, besides him and the punter, there was Jiang Chen on the boat.

The ex-lover who met at the age of ten, fell in love at the age of 16, and broke up at the age of 22, Jiang Chen.

"Where is this?" He asked immediately.

Before Jiang Chen could speak, a cold and ethereal voice suddenly sounded.

- "Welcome to Nervous."

The sound seemed to envelop the entire space, and it seemed more like it sounded from his mind.

The old man who punted the boat suddenly said in a low voice: "Once you enter the nerve, you belong to the nerve forever."

"What do you mean?" Qian Wu frowned and looked at Jiang Chen, "Is it your trick?"

Jiang Chen had a complicated expression, "You actually think so?"

The voice sounded again.

"Keep in mind that nerves honor two qualities—sensitivity and coolness."

"Sensitive Nerves and Cool Nerves generated for all players."

"Each of the two nerves has a numerical value. If you get full marks at the same time, you will exit the nerve."

"But sometimes, the growth of one kind of numerical value will lead to the demise of another numerical value, and all calculation rules belong to the nerve."

"Nerves praise the players for their hard work in the dungeon. Players whose total value rises after each round of settlement will get the nerve blessing bag."

"Trigger extreme special conditions, and it is possible to get a golden blessing bag."

"All players may and can only die in the dungeon. All actions in the dungeon will affect the settlement. Please respect the dungeon and the ghosts in the dungeon just like your nerves."

The sound stopped.

Jiang Chen suddenly said: "Look at your arm."

Hearing this, Qianwu lowered his head, and a gust of wind rolled up his sleeves, and two parallel horizontal lines appeared on the inside of his elbows, blue on the left and red on the right, extending upwards with the wind until reaching his wrist.After the wind passed, it disappeared like an ebb tide, leaving only two horizontal lines at the bottom.

He brought his arm closer and saw that the red line was as rich as overripe poppies, while the blue was very pale, almost transparent.

"We are the opposite." Jiang Chen stretched out his hand as he said, his blue saturation is very high, but the red is barely there.

"The length represents the value, and the depth represents the talent. Everyone's initial value is zero, but the talent is different." The old man was still pushing the boat vigorously, and said with his back to them: "High talent, get the corresponding nerve value It will be easier than others."

Qian Wu stared at the wide hat on top of his head for a while, then turned to ask Jiang Chen: "Is this a secret experiment conducted by the military? Did you let that orderly beat me unconscious and tie me here?"

Jiang Chen put down his rolled up sleeves, "It has nothing to do with me, I just took a picture of your painting before I came, and I haven't even had time to take a closer look."

"Is that so?" Qianwu said calmly, "But you didn't seem surprised when you heard what happened just now."

Jiang Chen sighed, "That's because I woke up first, and I've heard it once."

The old man suddenly said again, "He didn't lie."

Qianwu: "..."

The old man continued to say quietly: "No one can create nerves, it is nerves that choose you, and you will always belong to nerves."

"...Again." Qianwu sat back down, frowning in silence.

The word "belonging" made him subtly uncomfortable.And the old man repeated it twice from just now to now.

"That voice called us players." Jiang Chen thought softly, "So this is a game."

Qianwu looked at the old man who had always turned his back to them, and asked, "What is the criteria for selecting people?"

"I don't know." The old man's tone was slightly blank. "This is a space isolated from reality. No one knows how the entrance is triggered... I only know that no one has ever successfully escaped from the nerve."

"Then what will happen if you can't get out?" Qian Wu asked again.

The old man replied: "I will keep trying to score points in my nerves until I die in a certain instance."

"Dead." Qian Wu picked up these two words, "Is it really dead?"

"You'll know when you die," said the old man.

Qianwu: "..."

Jiang Shen did not speak, sitting on the other side of the narrow boat thinking about something.He was still wearing the uniform before he entered the nerves, his long legs were bent, his military boots stepped on the rough ship boards, the emblem of the young marshal of the empire was on the epaulets, and two pens were pinned to the breast pocket.One gilt fountain pen, the other austere, with dark lines of vine-wrapped ends, a sketching pencil from a classical pen-making family.

Qianwu stared at the pencil in concentration, then looked back with a calm expression.

"Sounds like a supernatural space." He said as he gently stroked the initial positions of the two nerves with his fingertips, "So, if you break through quickly, you can quit?"

"The rules are like this." Jiang Chen nodded and said, "It explained very clearly just now."

"Impossible." The old man repeated again, "Never before."

Neither responded to his words.Jiang Chen said to Qianwu again, "But it said that the two values ​​may conflict with each other, so you can't just think about winning, but also pay attention to balance. Winning is secondary, and scoring is the key."

Qianwu suddenly thought of something, and asked the old man, "Is it possible for the nerve value to be negative?"

"Yes." The old man said calmly.

Suddenly, the voice came again.It was still cold, but this time it seemed to be a little sickly coquettish.

"Players don't need to be overly burdened by the value. Nervous is happy to see players with negative Nervous values, and Nervous hopes that players will always be with Nervous."

Qianwu and Jiang Chen were silent at the same time.

The voice continued: "The first dusk is approaching, please dock the boats drifting on the sea of ​​nerves, and hope you have a sweet dream."

The clusters of bright red pipes wrapped around suddenly disappeared, as if returning to the real world.The setting sun sinks into the river, and in the distance, the shore suddenly appears in the night.There is an isolated island on the shore, shaded by trees, with cast iron walls, and a tall and pointed castle stands in the center, solemn and eerie.

There was the sound of water behind him, Qian Wu looked back and suddenly realized that there were countless people traveling on the river.Thousands of boats and sails followed them, some sailed somewhere into other diversions, and eventually twenty or thirty boats remained to go with them.

Except for the punter, there was only one figure on those boats, and he and Jiang Chen appeared on this boat together.

The boatmen bowed their heads and punted, unable to see their faces clearly.Qianwu was about to find out, when the boat plank under his feet suddenly shook, and he docked on the shore.

The boatman, who had been turning his back to him, finally turned his head, and raised his wide bamboo hat slightly, allowing people to finally see clearly the person under the bamboo hat.

It was a man with no face, no facial features, no holes, only a sallow skin, like a piece of plasticine stuck to his neck, barely a head.

But the old man let out a low laugh, the sound seemed to come from the abdomen.

"May you survive the first dusk." He murmured, "Otherwise, if you are destined, we will go boating together on the river."