Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The hall downstairs is already empty, only Zhao Han is still there, standing in front of the painting, lost in thought.

"Why did you come out?" She was a little surprised when she saw Qian Wu and Jiang Chen, "There was no sound at all, didn't she come out?"

Qian Wu hummed, "Not drinking at all will only trigger the boss's advice, and only those who don't finish drinking will completely offend her."

"What should I do?"

Qianwu stood in front of the painting and looked at the back of the woman, "Find the cup she drank last night and smash it."

Zhao Han understood, "Then I'll call someone for help and eat early today."

There was no one else in the living room, so Jiang Chen asked, "What does it have to do with breaking the cup?"

"It's just an intuition." Qianwu stretched out his hand and caressed the woman's head in the painting, "If one day my heart is like a dead tree, before I die, maybe I will break the brush."

Jiang Chen seemed taken aback by these words, and turned his head to look at him for a long time.Qianwu thought that he would be sad because of this sentence, so he smiled and said: "It was just when I was sick..."

"What about me?" Jiang Chen asked.

Qianwu: "?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, as if a little dissatisfied, "The paintbrush is broken, what should I do, what are you going to do with me to prove the equally important status?"

"I..." Qianwu was stunned by the question, a little dumbfounded, "I said it was when I was sick, and we broke up at that time."

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, apparently not satisfied with the answer.

"Young Marshal, maybe your subordinates know that you are so narrow-minded?" Qian Wu couldn't help curling his lips, turned his head and continued to look at the painting, "Childish."

It's not time to cook yet, but several people are already busy in the kitchen.Guan Ping and Lao Xue were sitting on the sofa discussing how to find which cup out of fifteen cups.

"Have you ever wondered who is drinking with her in the same cup these days?" Old Xue's voice was creepy, "We distribute the cups at random, and it's been three nights, it's very likely Three people have won the lottery."

Guan Ping smacked his lips, "The boss of this dungeon is really not particular about realism. He actually took out his favorite wine glass to share with the players."

Qian Wu was looking at the painting, when he heard this sentence, he suddenly turned around, "What did you say?"

"Ah, did I say something wrong?" Guan Ping was taken aback, "Didn't you say that wine and the rich man you met when you first met were the two most cherished things in her life? The man is gone, and I want to destroy the other thing too. Then sleep forever. That cup is usually used for drinking, so why does she still take it out to entertain guests every day?"

Jiang Chen frowned and said: "It's really strange. Is it possible that her wine glass appeared alone, but it was replaced when No. 15 guests' wine glasses disappeared, and we didn't notice?"

Guan Ping nodded sharply when he heard the words, "It's like refreshing materials in the game, sometimes it's just a second refresh."

Qian Wu frowned and remained silent.

Last night, the No. 15 cups were "washed" and stayed for a while before starting the subsequent process of storing and pouring wine. It is true that the possibility that the cups have been replaced somewhere has not been ruled out.

"I have to say one thing." Xue Gao suddenly raised his hand and swallowed, "Actually, I was the last one to go upstairs on the first night. I habitually turned off the lights when I left. Later, I felt that the house was evil. It shouldn't be moving around, so I turned it on again. When I turned off the light, there was no luminous cup."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Why did you say that?"

"It looks like you are very convinced." Xue Gao swallowed, "What's more, it was not ten past ten at that time, maybe the luminous cup didn't work?"

Qian Wu frowned and turned to stare at the painting.

There is no half difference from before, but for some reason, the woman's back now seems to add more loneliness.She sat dejectedly by the window, as if she knew she was waiting for someone she would never be able to wait for.

Just after six o'clock, Zhao Han announced the opening of dinner. At the same time, a bell rang in the house, and a new round of compulsory procedures began as expected.

Tonight was just going through the motions, one pot of rice and two pots of green vegetables, Qianwu started to feel nauseous when he saw those green vegetable leaves.Zhao Han came in and put a small bowl in front of him, "There is very little pork, that's all, you can try it."

Qianwu smelled the aroma of oil, and looked up, it was a small bowl of crispy meat fried to golden yellow.There was no chili in the house, and a little salt was put in the bottom of the bowl.

Guan Ping straightened his eyes, "What do you mean, we all met by chance, and you treat them differently after only a few days?"

Zhao Han glared at him, "Are you brave enough to push us forward at the risk of triggering death?"

Guan Ping was choked, and after pondering for a long time, he finally came up with a way to say something. When the egg yolk came in again, he put a small bowl of steamed eggs in front of Qianwu and said, "There are not many eggs left, try it."

Guan Ping: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Finally, Qianwu couldn't hold back his laughter, and pushed the two dishes to the middle of the table after arousing the hatred of the audience, "Let's eat together."

Jiang Chen leaned towards him, "You seem to easily arouse other people's maternal love."

"Such a talent." Qianwu smiled with eyes crooked, "I am often fed, and I am also very distressed."

Two bowls of noble side dishes were placed in the middle, everyone consciously did not stretch out their chopsticks, only Qianwu tasted it with peace of mind.Everyone ate absently, glancing now and then at the door.

When Qianwu scooped a bowl of steamed eggs almost empty, he suddenly felt a familiar chill behind him, and Xue Gao, who was sitting across from him, looked behind him and said, "Here comes the wine."

The scene was exactly the same as yesterday, with fifteen goblets and a decanter, which was filled with liquor.

"Let me throw it." Jiang Chen stood up and picked up a goblet casually.

Zhao Han couldn't help stopping him, "Are you sure you're really going to break it? Will it trigger a new death condition?"

"Not sure, it's possible." Jiang Chen looked at the cup calmly, and said after a while: "But we found out the clues at night only after risking our lives without drinking. Surviving from death is the logic of this dungeon. It's okay to try."

The crystal goblet hit the ground with a crisp crackling sound.Debris splashed on the wall, and the player next to him cautiously moved aside.

There was silence in the dining room.

"It seems nothing happened." Guan Ping swallowed nervously, "Do you want to continue?"

As soon as the words were finished, Qianwu suddenly felt cold behind him again. Xue Gao looked behind him, and he felt a thump in his heart. He turned his head to look at the ground, and there was a new goblet on the ground.

"There is a substitute for breaking the cup. It seems that breaking the cup will not trigger punishment at least." Guan Ping breathed a sigh of relief, bent down to pick up the cup and carefully put it away, and said to Jiang Chen: "Then you Drop them one by one until you get it right."

More than a dozen people stared at each other, Jiang Chen dropped the cups one by one, those cups were crystal clear and beautiful, Mr. Commander seemed to be a bit regretful when he fell down.

The broken crystals on the ground gradually disappeared. Every time Jiang Chen dropped a cup, a new cup would open and replace it automatically, until No. 15.

"The last one," he said.

This time he put in a little more effort and threw it towards the far corner, and the fragile crystal shattered in response.

After a few seconds, the door behind Qianwu opened stiffly automatically, and a new cup appeared.

"Not one of them is right." Egg Yolk sighed in disappointment, "The idea of ​​throwing the cup may not work."

A male player said, "I also think it's a little off. Why did I think of throwing the cup on it? I still have to kill the boss. I have had some bosses before."

Everyone chatted again and again, Qianwu frowned and didn't speak.

There should be no mistake, the woman in the painting is the dungeon boss. So far, all the inferences have been made to her yesterday. Her reaction at that time was obviously very touched, and then she entered his dream and said that she hoped that everything would end completely.

Jiang Chen suddenly said: "This is a dungeon of an abandoned woman. The rich man is just a tool symbol in the dungeon, and it will never appear at all. Wine is the only important image left. Although I also think that the idea of ​​throwing a glass is too intuitive. It’s unfounded, but it makes sense when you think about it.”

"You just support him." The man muttered, "You two are teammates, you go out and go in together, you only need one bowl to eat, and you must have one nostril to breathe."

Jiang Chen turned his head to look at him when he heard the words.The man thought he was going to get angry, so he immediately straightened his back and made a gesture to argue, but Jiang Chen just looked at him calmly for a while, and then said: "It's not just that. You can also eat with a bowl."

other side:"?"

Jiang Chen looked back indifferently, "We sleep together too."

other side:"……"

Qian Wu held back his laughter so much that he almost failed.

"It's better to wait until [-]:[-], and wait for the cup to appear, then I will definitely be able to grab it." Xue Gao suggested.

Another boy who had never spoken much said in a low voice: "Actually, I also think it's more reliable to kill the boss. Why don't we try it first and smash the painting in the lobby?"

Everyone immediately disagreed, and Eggy Yolk squinted at him, "Who's going to smash it? Are you going? Even if it's wrong to throw a cup, it's not dangerous, but we all know what happens when you touch an antique that has fallen into ashes."

The man glanced at Qianwu, as if he wanted to tell Qianwu to go, but in the end he didn't have the nerve to say so.

Qianwu suddenly stood up.

"There was a place I couldn't find."

Almost at the same time as he stood up, Jiang Chen also stood up and said, "Maybe it's in the painting."

"In the painting??" Guan Ping was shocked from behind, "Everything is in the painting. Doesn't it mean that even a knife can't get in, and you can put your hand in??"

Qianwu didn't explain, and his footsteps became faster and faster, as if the closer he was to the truth, the more violent his heart beat.Walking to the side of the painting, he stopped abruptly.

Boom, boom, boom, my heart was beating like it was about to pop out of my throat.Accompanied by an undeniable excitement, it seemed to spread quietly and rapidly along the nerve endings.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Chen frowned and held him back.

"It's okay..." Qianwu took a few deep breaths, calmed down the excitement that shouldn't have appeared, and then said calmly: "Even if I'm a little excited, I think it might be in the painting... No, I'm sure, it's in the painting... In the painting."

The people behind also came out one after another, no one touched the wine, Qianwu went directly to the painting, and blew away the dust on the painting.

Immediately, he held the bottom of the picture frame with both hands and exerted force upwards to remove the picture from the wall.

The painting was half the height of a person, and it weighed at least twenty or thirty catties including the frame.

The people behind them gasped in unison.

The wall behind the painting is empty, and a gorgeous chair is placed in a cavity half a meter deep. The chair is surrounded by crystal vine decorations. On that chair, sits a skeleton.

It has been dead for too long, under the thick dust, the bones are covered with yellow spots, but there is no sour and rancid smell in the air, but an intoxicatingly sweet grape aroma.

The skeleton sits in a restrained and elegant posture, holding a clear goblet in his hand, as if he is smiling and toasting to everyone.

"It's her." Qianwu's eyes fell on the spine of the "Wine Brewing Handbook" at her feet, where there was no longer the abbreviation of LP, but the word "Li Pu".

No one dared to move behind him, only Jiang Chen stepped forward calmly, bent down and picked up the book.

The dust on the book was astonishingly thick. He took out a handkerchief and patiently wiped it off, and opened the book cover.

This is a real wine making manual, but there are a few women's notes in the first few pages of the manual.Each page has only a few lines of words, depending on how old the paper is, there is a certain time interval between each other.

"Under the acquaintance vine, the sparrow turns into a phoenix. Wandong's family property is a dream in the world."

"He has been gone for a long time, leaving me alone at a loss."

"I am like a costume that can't be squeezed in a closet, and a statue covered with dust on a shelf."

"He won't come back."

"In the next life, I don't want to be a forgotten old object like everything else in this house."

Qian Wu read the last line, and heard a crash, it was Jiang Chen who slammed the wine glass on the ground with a cold face.

The crystal instantly shattered into powder, dissipated into a puff of white smoke, and floated into the cavity of the wall.

Guan Ping was taken aback, "Is it just smashed like that?!"

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise?"

Guan Ping: "...you are so scary!! Aren't you guilty if you smashed it in front of her?"

"Isn't that what she wants?" Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at the skeletons in a strange way, "I'm an abandoned woman who died idly while waiting, why doesn't she want to dispose of things by herself before she dies? us."

"..." Guan Ping looked at him with an expression as if he was looking at something more terrifying than the boss.

Zhao Han suddenly said behind the crowd, "Friends, look at that painting."

It was only then that the big guy remembered that there was another painting on the ground.When everyone's attention was drawn to the skull and the wine glass, the woman in the painting disappeared together with the dowry, and the frame turned into a blank sheet of paper with a string of bloody numbers on it.

"Ten billions, hundreds of thousands, billions, billions, billions, billions, billions, trillions, trillions..." Guan Ping's eyes froze, "I can't count, I'm numb, I'm numb..."

"Still counting farts." Old Xue cursed, walked to the door and clapped the bell vigorously.

The crisp ding ding sound made people tremble, and soon, the door that seemed to be sealed was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The fat NPC came in without looking at the numbers on the wall, and said with a smile, "Wow! Lawyers are so strong, congratulations, you are right!"

The crowd was silent.

"Hey, how did you live so much... No, no, I didn't mean that, I didn't say anything." He covered his mouth pompously, and said, "Then we will reclaim this house tonight, lawyers You can leave tonight. In order to express my gratitude, I will send some more food and drinks later, and you can take them as you like before you leave."

Egg Yolk said indifferently: "Food is ok, drinks are free."

"It's easy to talk, easy to talk!" The other party walked in with a smile, and said nothing when he saw the picture frame with blood-colored words on the white paper on the ground, as if he had expected it.He bent down and picked up the painting, "Then I will move this portrait of the lady."

"What kind of portrait? It's just white paper and red letters. How can there be such a portrait?" Everyone whispered.

But the fat man turned a deaf ear to it, and carried the picture frame to the door with a smile, and pushed the door open with his foot.

"Wait." Qianwu called him.

He turned around, "What's the matter?"

Qianwu stared at the painting, "You said, this is the portrait of the lady? Now?"

Zhao Han tugged Qianwu's sleeve and said in a low voice, "It's definitely not now. It used to be, but now it's a number. He's just trying to dissuade us, so ignore him."

Qianwu didn't say anything, just stared at the painting.

It is indeed written in blood on white paper.After breaking the cup, he looked down and saw the same thing.

But soon, after he saw the numbers, a woman's face appeared, looking at him with a smile, it was a very kind and even grateful smile, but he just felt flustered and uncomfortable being looked at.

The fat man looked back at the door holding the picture frame, looked at him for a while, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"It's a portrait, always has been, am I right?"

Qianwu didn't move, didn't make a sound, but felt a tremor crawling along the nerves of his body.

Jiang Chen suddenly took a step in front of him, blocking the fat man's sight, and said coldly: "There is no portrait, get out of here when you're done."