Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"bell……"

In the middle of Qianwu's speech, he suddenly remembered that Zhong Liye was not in this instance.

Jiang Chen looked at the naked person lying on the ground, shook his head and said, "It's too late for anyone here."

The sharp pyramidal crystal pierced through the woman's slender neck, and she stared angrily at the top, as if she was dying, or seeing something terrible.

Qian Wu approached and looked up, the ceiling was empty and there was nothing.

"I'll call them up, her roommate should know something." Jiang Chen turned and walked out, just as his feet crossed the threshold, he suddenly heard another exclamation from below.

"what!!"

The woman's scream pierced through everyone's ears, Qianwu and Jiang Chen froze at the same time, but soon she yelled frantically again, "Help, help!"

The person who cried was Songsong, she was fine, but the man who was in charge of counting the antiques in the hall together with her had an accident.

There are two men and one woman assigned in the hall. Songsong is responsible for the decorations in the cupboard, one of the two men is responsible for counting the paintings on the wall, and the other is responsible for checking the bricks on the floor.

"I was standing close to Xu Qingyang, and Wang Kui was behind us. I suddenly heard a bang from behind, and when I turned around, Wang Kui was like this—" Songsong cried and covered his eyes, "Did you see Xu Qingyang?"

Wang Kui's body was kneeling and sitting facing the wall, his forehead limply resting on the wall, blood dripping down from the wall and dripping all over the floor.

Qianwu found the most blood on the picture frame, but it was not as obvious on the dark gold frame as on the white wall. Wang Kui should have bumped his head on the painting and killed him.

"Xu Qingyang..." Songsong cried, "Come and have a look! He didn't call us at that time, did he? I didn't hear a word, Xu—"

Jiang Chen interrupted her, "Stop shouting."

There was a suffocating silence in the hall for a few seconds, and the other people who came were standing opposite Songsong, Eggy Yolk looked behind her through her, with fear written in their eyes.

"Xu..." Song Song's voice trembled, and he turned around tremblingly.

Xu Qingyang remained motionless in place.He stood there with his head bowed and flipping through the valuation book, his eyes were open and his mouth was half-opened, as if he was still chanting for a moment before he stopped.

There were no wounds on his body, and he looked no different from a living person, except that he was motionless like a wooden man.

"Xu Qingyang, don't scare me..." Songsong approached him nonchalantly, swallowed, and stretched out his hand to lightly poke him on the shoulder.

The man's stiff body fell in response to the sound, and fell to the ground for a moment, like a slow motion of a long movie, all the voices and smiles were shattered, the human body was cracked with thousands of lines, without bleeding a drop, like a dried plaster statue Break into powder.

Song Song sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, backed away frantically, opened his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Chen looked solemn, "There are three. Are there all the rest?"

Guan Ping swallowed several mouthfuls of spit, and then said tremblingly, "All...all..."

"Damn it, what the hell is this? Three dead people don't know what the death mechanism is. The deaths of these three people are so fucking weird!" His surname is Xue, and he is a self-proclaimed drinker, who also swears a series of swear words yesterday.At dinner, he said, if you are afraid, you can swear at your mother, and if you swear aloud, you will not be so afraid.

Egg Yolk walked over to cover Songsong's eyes, Songsong nestled in her arms and shed tears silently, and after a while he raised his head and sobbed, "I won't be the next one..."

Qianwu asked, "How did you spend last night?"

"She can't drink very well, she can't do it before she gets back to the bed, she fell to the ground and fell asleep." Egg Yolk's voice trembled, "I originally wanted to put her on the bed, but I don't remember what happened afterwards , that alcoholism is terrible, and I don't know what I did."

Jiang Chen looked at her thoughtfully, and said after a long time, "It's not that the alcohol is strong, it's hallucinations. It's just that some people who drink very well are resistant to this kind of hallucinations, and people who drink very poorly can't bear the hallucinations before they have hallucinations." and fell asleep."

"How do you know?" Guan Ping stared at him suddenly, "What clue did you find?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "I have no clue."

Xue Gao frowned and said: "Then how do you know about hallucinations? The reason for hallucinations is not much different from normal drunkenness."

But Qianwu immediately understood what Jiang Chen meant.

It is impossible for a person who is extremely drunk to have sex with others, but last night Jiang Chen was no different than usual.On the contrary, it was him who wandered away from the incident several times, and in a trance, he even thought that he was having sex with Jiang Chen in the apartment, and asked him to press the remote control of the automatic curtains.

Jiang Chen waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I heard two men and a woman in the hall last night, did they happen to be recruited by these three? Does anyone know?"

The crowd was silent, Qianwu glanced over everyone's faces, and found a thin, short-haired woman trembling in the crowd.She lowered her head, her fringed bangs covered her facial features completely.

"Are you okay?" Qianwu asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The man trembled, Kankan raised his head, glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head and said softly, "It's okay, I... I'm afraid..."

Xue Gao glanced at her, and dodged to the side with some annoyance, and said: "I was sober all the time yesterday, and I saw you having fun through the cat's eyes. I have checked all the male compatriots in my heart, and it happened that Wang Kui and Xu Qingyang were not on the second floor. , but I don't know the woman you're talking about."

"Where am I?" Egg Yolk's lips were trembling, "I couldn't be so drunk that I came downstairs..."

"You are on the second floor." Qianwu replied, paused, and silently cleared the image of egg yolk running naked on the second floor last night in his mind, and sighed, "Anyway, you are on the second floor."

There were not many female players in total, and no one raised their hand, so it could only be the one upstairs who died in the bathroom.

Guan Ping sighed, "What's the matter, a person with a poor capacity for alcohol wakes up to dawn, and the collective fragments with a moderate capacity for alcohol co-author only brother Xue who is a real wine master and stays awake all night."

Xue Gao looked at Jiang Chen, "You—"

Jiang Chen and Qian Wu paused at the same time, Qian Wu glanced at him, Jiang Chen said without changing his face: "I'm not as good as you, I danced with my roommate in the room in the first half of the night, and only woke up in the second half of the night."

Qianwu almost choked on his own saliva.

Xue Gao suddenly realized, and said, "I can still remember dancing by myself, which is much better than people who have broken pieces."

Discussing what happened last night, the atmosphere of terror eased a little, and he boldly went up to seal the bathroom, leaving the corpses of the two men downstairs, no one dared to touch them for the time being.

Everyone met in the lobby and sat down on the sofa to discuss.

"What do you say is the death trigger mechanism?"

"According to what they said, everyone had fun last night, but only those who went to the first floor had an accident. The mystery may be on the first floor."

"I still think our initial deduction is correct. The dusty old objects cannot be touched. The difference between the second floor and the first floor is that there are no antiques in the public area on the second floor."

Qian Wu, who was looking at Wang Kui's body from a distance, suddenly remembered something, "But there are also rooms on the second floor that need to be appraised."

"I did it." Xue Gao said, "Yesterday I saw them go crazy, and they bit the bullet and twisted the doorknobs of all the rooms except the guest room with sticks and towels. These drunks didn't break it, so they could only come in the corridor. Go back to Sahuan. But not on the first floor, it’s all open and there’s no way to guard against it.”

Jiang Chen nodded, "Very clever, you may have saved a dozen people."

"No, no." Xue Gao blushed, and waved his hands quickly, "I may be really talented, but I don't feel the slightest after drinking that wine. I wonder how you can get so drunk."

Qian Wu asked Jiang Chen in a low voice, "How did you feel yesterday?"

"It was conscious at first, but there were also some lost memories in the middle." Jiang Chen hesitated, "But even if I fell into hallucinations, I obviously only continued to do what I always liked to do."

Qianwu: "..."

Guan Ping suddenly came out from behind, "What do you like to do? Dancing with handsome guys?"

Qian Wu's heart almost vomited out of shock, Jiang Chen's face was livid, and he slapped Guan Ping on the head and knocked him away.

Everyone was still discussing the specific trigger mechanism. Qian Wu walked to Wang Kui's body and looked up at the blood-stained frame.

It is a classic Raphaelite illustration, which depicts a corner of the tablecloth on the dining table, and an indigo vase is placed on it. There are blooming flowers in the vase, and there are also decayed dry flowers and leaves.Like all pictures on the wall, it was covered with a layer of dust.Wang Kui must have bumped his head against the right side of the frame, and the blood and dust were mixed together, making it look even dirtier.

But Qianwu also found some dust-free places on the left half of the painting. Strictly speaking, it seemed that someone had pointed a few times with his fingers.

"Wang Kui must have touched this dusty painting after he was drunk, and today he was bewitched and killed on the painting." Qian Wu got up and said, "Xu Qingyang's death must also be related to what he touched. In this hall, everyone look for any object with a gap in the ashes."

Everyone looked for it immediately, out of caution, they all clasped their hands behind their backs, approached those objects and only looked at them with their eyes.

The only things in the hall that were completely dust-free were the sofa, chairs, coffee table, and carpet, and almost all the rest of the furnishings were covered with a layer of dust.

"Found it!" Guan Ping said beside the entrance cabinet: "Here is an old-fashioned camera, not to mention dusty, it was dumped in the cabinet, and it was obviously tampered with."

Others heard the words and leaned over to look, Qianwu turned his head to look at Xu Qingyang's mummified corpse on the ground, and sighed softly.

"He may have taken pictures with this camera yesterday, so his dead face seems to be frozen suddenly." Song Song's voice trembled, "Then what about the girl above? What else has been touched?"

"I can't find it." Guan Ping muttered, "Other things in the cabinet look fine, did you find anything?"

"No."

"No, did she go up to the third floor yesterday?"

Xue Gao shook his head, "I locked every room on the third floor. There are some dusty paintings on the walls, but the death of the girl upstairs is obviously not because of the paintings."

Jiang Chen kept frowning and remained silent, as if thinking about something.Qian Wu walked over and squeezed his hand, and gave him a questioning look.

"Something's wrong." Jiang Chen whispered in his ear, "The mechanism of triggering death upstairs and downstairs should not be the same."

Qian Wu widened his eyes in surprise, "Why?"

Everyone else was talking about it, no one looked over, Jiang Chen glanced at everyone's expressions, and whispered in Qianwu's ear: "These two below should be cursed, one hit himself to death, and the other died in an instant." Stretched to death, no one realized the danger while awake. But the one above is different."

Qianwu understood.

"You said the one up there saw the murderer?" He remembered the woman's wide-eyed eyes in disbelief.

Jiang Chen nodded, "It's just a guess. I saw the murderer, or something else. In short, it's different from the two below."

Qianwu suddenly realized something, "You mean the woman downstairs last night wasn't the one who died?"

Jiang Chen nodded silently, looking through the crowd to a thin figure.

Qian Wu followed his gaze, and his eyes fell on the short-haired woman who said she was afraid just now.

There are three sofas in the hall, one long and two short, the two short ones are placed at right angles to the one long one, and there are small side cabinets standing at the right angles on both sides.She was standing in front of one of them, her head was still hanging down, she was so decadent that people couldn't see her facial features.

Jiang Chen walked over and asked again: "Are you okay?"

The woman shivered, and it took a long time to gently touch her arm, "I'm very scared."

Qianwu said calmly, "What are you afraid of? It's the ninth dungeon. You should have seen more bloody and large-scale deaths before."

The others stopped discussing and looked over one after another. The woman bit her lip and said in a trembling voice after a long time: "I've seen it many times, but I can't get used to it, sorry."

Qianwu said kindly: "It's really hard to get used to, don't be angry, I just see that you are not in good condition. What's your name?"

The woman trembled for a long time before she said softly, "Zhao Han."

"It's a nice name." Jiang Chen rarely smiled at the stranger, "I remember that NPC yesterday asked who was drinking well, did you raise your hand?"

"Hmm." The woman gathered herself together, finally raised her head to look directly at Jiang Chen, and laughed at herself, "I was self-righteous, just like you, the first half of the night was broken, and the second half of the night became a little conscious, and found myself lying on the floor of the bathroom on the second floor Lick, hurry back to your room."

Jiang Chen nodded, "There is milk in the kitchen, drink some to calm yourself. Oh, for the rest of the people, we need to re-divide the work and continue to liquidate, we have to hurry up."

Xue Gao let out a long sigh and scolded his mother, "Don't re-divide the work. Guan Ping and I were originally in charge of the storage room on the far right of the third floor. Let that room be put aside for now, and we will make up for it in the lobby. The girl upstairs was originally Who is your partner? Let’s do it alone when you are tired.”

Everyone had no objections, and each went back to work. Qianwu deliberately stayed where she was for a while, and saw Zhao Han going upstairs with her head hanging down, while her partner, a boy, was still at the side trying to comfort her.

"Which house is she in charge of?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked Guan Ping who was passing by.

Guan Ping was stunned for a while before realizing who he was asking, "The study on the third floor."

Jiang Chen: "What's your partner's name?"

"The nickname seems to be Zhizai, hey, let me tell you, what are you asking about them?" Guan Ping spread his hands and said in a low voice, "Do you suspect the exile?"

Jiang Chen stared at him without saying a word.

Guan Ping sighed, "People who behave abnormally are indeed suspicious, but it's normal for a little girl like her to be afraid. These dead faces would make a man like me tremble. It's okay, let's work."

Listening to the conversation between Jiang Chen and Guan Ping, Qian Wu bent down to look at the phone on the cabinet next to the sofa.

The telephone is the oldest type of rotary dialing, which requires fingers to be inserted into the eyes corresponding to the numbers, dialed to the end, and the next number can only be dialed after the dial turns back automatically.Made of brass, the base is inlaid with gold and jade, and the microphone is also wrapped with gold wires, which is very luxurious.

There was a layer of dust on the phone, Qianwu bent over to get closer, and looked at it carefully.

"Is there a gap? She was standing in front of the phone just now." Jiang Chen came over and asked.

Qianwu looked at it for a long time, then shook his head, "I haven't been touched."

Jiang Chen said in a cold tone, "There are three female players left alive. We all saw Egg Yolk running naked on the second floor last night. Before she lost her mind, she could prove that Songsong slept until dawn. The one upstairs died of other reasons. This Zhao Han must have been downstairs last night."

Qian Wu sighed, "It's hard to say. What if the girl upstairs stepped on two death triggers at the same time when she was downstairs last night, and just happened to be executed by the other?"

Although he also intuited that there was a problem with Zhao Han.

"Let's do the work first." Jiang Chen said, "Let's put aside the valuation in advance, and find the key props first."

According to Jiang Chen's logic, obediently counting is just a stupid method with extremely low efficiency, and there is no guarantee that someone will survive to the end to count.There must be key props hidden among these antiques. Except for the common furniture and antiques in the lobby on the first floor, the rooms on the other floors are all antiques. Maybe a clue will be found.

Qian Wu thought it made sense, but he and Jiang Chen quickly finished scanning the assigned room, and then used the reason of analyzing clues to scan the other rooms on the third floor one by one, but found nothing strange.

Except for a few pieces of basic furniture in the hall on the first floor and the player's activity area, everything in the house was dusty, without any surprises.

Three people died in a row, everyone was full of worries, no one was busy cooking at noon, Qian Wu could only fill his stomach with a few pieces of dry bread, Jiang Chen cooked him a bowl of noodles, and he became even more wilted after eating.

The clock quickly turned to six in the afternoon, Qianwu raised his head from a pile of head-scratching addition formulas, and said in despair: "This dungeon is mentally torturing an art student like me."

Jiang Chen sighed, "Why don't you discuss it with everyone, and you are responsible for the paintings in the whole house. Do you think it's better to calculate the value of those artworks?"

"No." Qianwu held up the valuation book lazily, did some calculations, and then gave up on himself: "Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor, I'll go and exchange with Guan Ping first."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Don't act alone, I'll be with you."

They carefully hung the valuation book back on the hook on the wall without touching the dusty wall clock next to it.Qianwu heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and just stepped out of the threshold when he suddenly heard a "bell—" sound.

His back froze, he subconsciously turned around, and his eyes fell on an old telephone in the locker.

The phone was not connected, and it was quietly placed in the cabinet. The dust had formed a cobweb, like scrap metal sleeping in time.

But the sound of "Ring, ring, ring -" was continuous, clear and powerful, as if it would never stop.

"do not move!"

Jiang Chen grabbed his arm, his breath was a little short, "It's not just this one, the voice is getting louder."

Players from other rooms came out in panic one after another in the corridor, saying that the phone was ringing.

There was a sound of pedaling on the stairs, and Guan Ping ran up in panic and shouted: "Does anyone know what's going on! All the phones in the house are ringing!!"

The author has something to say: the little nerve patted the ground in boredom.

Answer the phone!crooked!Answer the phone!

The floor said indifferently: Can you stop taking pictures?