Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

More than a dozen drunks staggered back to the room on the second floor, followed by Jiang Chen and Qian Wu, the only two sane idlers.

Xue Gao was the closest to them, and his body was getting more and more floating. Qian Wu felt that something was wrong, and shouted, "Old Xue."

After a full five seconds, the person in front turned around with a sickly blush on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Qianwu asked.

Xue Gao shook his head vigorously, "Dizzy. Something is wrong. I didn't feel this way two nights ago."

"The hallucination effect is indeed increasing." Jiang Chen's voice was a little heavy, he turned his head and glanced up, and said, "Their state after drinking just now is indeed more exaggerated than yesterday."

As if confirming it, as soon as they reached the stairs on the second floor, they saw Songsong lying unconscious on the ground.

"..."

Jiang Chen suddenly turned his head to look at Qian Wu, and asked solemnly, "Do you think the stampede incident counts as killing each other?"

Qian Wu choked, "I suggest you try."

The situation was much more serious than yesterday. Those who could not drink fell directly on the stairs, but none of those who had planned to tie themselves up did so.The entire second floor was already filled with laughter and laughter. Jiang Chen and Qianwu passed by the door of the egg yolk room. Guan Ping rushed in with a blushing face and a smile, and untied her half-tied hand with great difficulty.

Guan Ping: "Get up!"

Jiang Chen and Qianwu: "..."

Suddenly came Xue Gao's somewhat unusual voice from behind, "I really want to eat garlic."

The hunk acted like a baby.

"What garlic??" An ominous premonition flashed in Qianwu's heart, but he didn't see Xue Gao when he turned his head. His eyes sank, and he found that the 1.9-meter-strong man was sitting on the floor, and began to take off his face with righteousness. Shoes and socks.

Jiang Chen pulled Qian Wu back calmly and reservedly.

Xue Gao kicked his flying shoes, tore off his cotton socks, shouted Wuhu, and grabbed his own feet.

"Garlic!" The macho roared excitedly, "I want to eat garlic!!"

Qianwu felt that the weirdness of this scene instantly killed all the bosses in the previous dungeon.

Jiang Chen was disgusted to the extreme, walked around Xue Gao and continued to the room, "This man is useless. If he can live until tomorrow, stay away from him."

Qianwu thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, he shouldn't be able to eat garlic with his flexibility."

Jiang Chen: "..."

The corridors on the second floor are frolicking everywhere, like an absurd version of hell on earth.

Zhao Han rushed into the bathroom, inserted his head into the toilet, and shouted with a smile, "I'm washing my hair! Boss Qianwu, I'm washing my hair!!

"

Toilet water choked her nose and she had to jerk her head up to burp and throw up.

Qianwu: "...Forget about this suggestion I gave you, please."

"If it continues at this speed, I'm very worried that they won't be able to wake up again." Jiang Chen stood sideways in the corridor against the wall, letting two players running like mad dogs rush past him, and said to Qian Wu: "The hallucinogenic To the extreme, it may cause irreversible damage to the brain. Just like every dungeon before, there is no time limit on the surface, as long as you find out the death conditions, you can avoid it, but in fact the dungeon mechanism will force you to advance quickly. Do not advance , will die."

The clock was already pointing to ten five in the evening, and the decanters and wine glasses in the restaurant hadn't changed a bit before they came up.Qian Wu took a look at the crazy players in the corridor, egg yolk was sitting on the carpet with disheveled hair, frantically digging out lucky bags, like a child looking for toys.

"Let's go," he said.

Jiang Chen asked, "Can you guess when the boss will appear?"

Qianwu nodded, "You can try it."

Next to the dowry in the painting was a small watch with a thin dial that pointed to ten past ten.Although the light in the painting is more like daytime, it is worth a try.

When I came up, no one touched the lights on the first floor, but at this moment, all the lights seemed to go out by themselves, only the halo was seen from the open restaurant door.Qianwu and Jiang Chen approached silently. They stood in the darkness on the side of the door, looking inside through the gap.

Goblets are still placed in disarray on the table, together with the remaining leftovers.

"What time is it?" Qian Wu asked softly.

Jiang Chen looked at his wrist with the light, and the second hand on the dial moved to the number 12, which was exactly ten ten.

Before Qianwu had time to wait for him to reply, the goblet closest to the door seemed to flicker suddenly. He observed carefully and found that the fingerprints on the cup had faded.The wine in the glass had been drunk long ago, and the glass was quietly refreshed and cleaned on the table, and then disappeared out of thin air.

As if there is some magic.

"Did it just disappear suddenly?" Jiang Chen frowned and said, "I thought it would lead us to somewhere. Disappearing out of thin air means there is no trace to be found. What should we do next?"

Qianwu was also a little unbelievable, but it was true.It takes about 20 seconds for each goblet to disappear, and it will gradually become clean before disappearing, just like a woman in the dark who cleans each cup in a very orderly manner, and puts it away after washing.

The silent and slow scene took place in the only bright room in the dark, and the atmosphere was a little scary.

Qianwu shrank his shoulders subconsciously, and squeezed together with Jiang Chen.

"No. 14." Jiang Chen said in a low voice.

No. 14 cups disappeared, and they all counted the seconds in their hearts.When No. 15 cups disappeared, the only thing related to wine on the table was the big belly decanter. Maybe the decanter will be different, this is the only hope.

Qianwu moved his eyes away from No.15 cups, and turned to focus on the decanter.Just when he silently counted to twenty, Jiang Chen suddenly grabbed him hard.

His heart trembled, and he immediately turned his gaze—the No. 15 cup was clean, and it was even brighter and clearer than when he got it in the afternoon, as if it had just been opened from the box, shining brightly under the dazzling light.

It's not gone.

After waiting for another ten seconds or so, it still didn't disappear.

Qian Wu unconsciously pinched Jiang Chen's hand tightly, and then, the sound of liquid pouring suddenly came from the room.

The light red layer in the decanter is slowly becoming thicker and the liquid level is rising, as if someone is pouring wine into it.Soon, the liquid level finally stopped when it was about half a centimeter high.

A few drops of dark red wine suddenly fainted on the snow-white tablecloth, although they disappeared quickly, they were still caught by Qianwu.

Immediately afterwards, the liquid level in the decanter began to drop again, and there was more and more wine in the No. 15 cups, and the wine liquid spread all the way over the scale line until the whole glass was full of wine, and the decanter was just empty.

This time it was really poured clean, without any visible liquid residue.Then the decanter repeated the process of the previous fourteen wine glasses, gradually became clean and clear, and disappeared after 20 seconds.

Only the full glass of red wine that was about to overflow was left on the table. The lights in the restaurant were suddenly turned off, but the goblet full of red wine glowed faintly in the darkness.

The next second, the lights came on again, and the dining table was empty.

It was empty, as if nothing had happened just now.

"This man is drinking too much." Qianwu's tone suddenly brought a smile, and he looked back at Jiang Chen, "It's just a drink, it made her anxious."

He had times like this before.In the middle of the night, I couldn't hold back and finally decided to indulge myself. I frantically opened the wine bottle and poured the wine all over the table. I didn't care about the practice of only pouring half of the goblet. I poured it until it overflowed, and then took a few gulps of water Just pour it down.

Jiang Chen looked at him with distressed eyes, "Are you..."

"Follow me." Qianwu grabbed his hand and turned to walk out.The whole living room was dark, he didn't turn on the light, he dragged Jiang Chen into the darkness, and stood in front of the painting in the dark.

Qianwu took out a red candle from the lucky bag and held it in front of his eyes, "Excuse me, give me a light."

A cluster of warm flames jumped out in response, illuminating the painting.

In the painting, the woman who was sitting sideways looking out of the window turned around at some point. She was looking directly at the world outside the painting, holding a goblet in her hand, which was only half full of wine.

There were a few drops of red hanging from the corner of her mouth, as if she was caught drinking secretly.Those eyes were exaggeratedly red and swollen, and the bare wrists and ten fingers were terribly pale.She was clearly the person in the painting, but she seemed to be standing in front of her. She stared straight at Qianwu and Jiang Chen in the candlelight. After a while, she suddenly raised the corners of her lips to reveal a sinister smile.

The picture was too scary, Qian Wu subconsciously flashed behind Jiang Chen, and then said to the picture: "It turns out that you are also a poor insomnia patient, so miserable."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"It's scary." Qian Wu rubbed his arms, and muttered again, "Red wine is very ineffective in helping you sleep, I suggest you drink whiskey instead, and tequila is also fine, although I personally don't like the taste of tequila. "

painting:"……"

It was quiet in the hall, and the noise from upstairs was particularly ear-piercing.

Qianwu looked at the painting carefully for a moment, then suddenly said: "The wine making manual is your book, is the LP on the spine your initials? Are you the wife of a rich man?"

The picture is quiet, the smirk on the corner of the woman's mouth disappears, and the two withered eyes rolled back and forth in the sockets.

The picture caused physical discomfort, Jiang Chen frowned, and pulled Qianwu back a step.

Qianwu seemed to be caught in the excitement of guessing, and took another step forward, "You read this kind of book, and you can wash the cups yourself. I think you wash them quickly and well. But you are obviously not good at taking care of extravagant clothes. Jewelry and clothes, Mrs. Fu’s things are all messed up by you. If you calculate this way, you should come from a farming family that grows grapes and makes wine.”

"Are you, like all the old furniture in this house, once loved by the rich and then abandoned and dusted?"

The woman in the painting didn't respond, but half of the wine left in the glass disappeared, and the pair of eyes suddenly turned gray, as if they had dried up and cracked.

"Did I hit the mark?" Qianwu's eyes regained clarity, and he looked at the painting with a hint of a smile.

Just like people's eyes are dazzled, the goblet on the painting suddenly disappeared, and the woman resumed the sitting posture of looking sideways and looking out the window during the day, as if nothing happened.

Qianwu let out a long breath, pulled Jiang Chen back, and realized that he was already sweating.

The lights in the living room were restored automatically, the paintings were as quiet as before, the woman was still looking out of the window lonely and beautifully, her ten fingers were slender without the slightest paleness of an evil spirit.

Qian Wu whispered: "This is the BOSS. Following the previous thinking, we may have to solve her."

Jiang Chen was taken aback when he heard the words, "Shouldn't it be to help her fulfill her unfulfilled wish?"

Qianwu frowned and hesitated for a while, then shook his head, "She doesn't seem to have any wish, I feel obsessed with those bosses before. But she seems... just an old antique, I guess I'm tired of it. Completely end such a long wait. Life may be her wish."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Then it's considered that we hit the right spot. If we want to kill her, we have to let her walk out of the painting first, so we really need to drink less wine."

Qianwu didn't answer, just walked upstairs with him silently.

But he actually felt a little strange and couldn't tell why.

Perhaps it is strange that this kind of thinking must be solved by taking risks, or it is strange that the nerves require players to directly confront the boss after triggering the boss to determine the outcome, because life or death is too random.

He suddenly turned around halfway, walked back to the dining room and took a fork, walked to the painting again, and stabbed it down!

——The drawing paper was as hard as iron, and the fork tip came to a halt on the paper, gradually bending as he continued to exert force, but the paper was not damaged at all.

"Are you really going to wait for her to come out and meet her face to face?" Qian Wu frowned and threw the fork away.

Jiang Chen suddenly said, "Try with Xuanyuan."

Qianwu shook his head, "It's impossible to use Xuanyuan, after all, the nerves can't guarantee whether the players who uncover the truth have such bug weapons."

He was about to say something more, but suddenly he heard a bang, as if something heavy fell to the ground.

Then the thing rolled down the stairs on the second floor, ping-pong-pong, and landed on the platform between the first and second floors, and the sound stopped suddenly.

In the silence, there was a strong smell of blood.

Qianwu turned his head abruptly, his back felt cold and he took a big step back, almost hitting the sofa.

Songsong rolled down the stairs with a knife stuck in her neck, and the ground was covered with blood all the way down. Her eyes were closed, and her expression didn't even show any pain. She was killed by a single blow in her sleep.

Another sound came down, and then, the disheveled egg yolk appeared with a smile. She chased the fresh corpse all the way, bent down and pulled out the knife around Songsong's neck.

Blood spattered out, and the egg yolk was sticky red.

She smiled with a row of small white teeth behind the red patch, "Kill Songsong! Kill Songsong!"

The author has something to say: floor, do you feel very hungry?The little nerve patted the floor and muttered.

The names of the female players in this dungeon are all delicious.

The floor is silent.

The little nerve asked again, do you have anything to eat?

After thinking about the floor, there are ribs.

Give me a slice, the little nerve sighs, I'm already starving.