Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Breakfast was as oppressive and silent as before, and the players ate mechanically until someone muttered, "The housekeeper didn't show up."

In Qianwu's peripheral vision, Jiang Chen was sitting beside him eating scrambled eggs leisurely, as if the living Shura two hours ago wasn't him at all.

Later, a maid came in from the outside, and came to Jiang Chen along the other end of the long table.

"Master Jiang Chen." A drop of half-congealed dark red blood was stained on her fat face, she asked, "Where were you last night?"

Jiang Chen calmly put down his fork, "In the ancestral hall, and later went to the butler's room."

"The butler is dead." The maid said in embarrassment.

The four seats were silent, and the suffocation spread, and the players looked over in horror.

Qianwu raised his eyes, glanced at the complicated faces of everyone, then lowered his eyes and smiled silently.

"Will there be any consequences for killing the butler?" He asked, rubbing the thin handle of the mug.

The maid froze for a while, slowly shaking her head, "I don't know. But all work in the manor must go on as usual. Tonight, all adults are invited to attend the interview as usual."

"That is to say, there will be no punishment." Qianwu put down the mug and said softly.

Jiang Chen raised the corners of his lips to him, "I told you all, there is nothing prohibited in the rules, it's okay to do it."

in the gazebo.

"I didn't say that you are too stupid?!" Peng Peng pointed at Jiang Chen tremblingly, "Kill the NPC, you!"

"It's still a living dead NPC with infinite strength." Zhong Liye added calmly from the side.

Peng Peng: "It's still a living dead NPC with infinite strength!!!"

"Are you a repeater?" Jiang Chen glanced at him, "I thought that before we parted last night, I very bluntly expressed my intention to kill the housekeeper."

"No! You only said one sentence and the matter is over, so I have to do it, good night! You still say good night to me!!" Peng Peng's fingers trembled wildly.

Zhong Liye sighed, and patted his head tenderly: "This means that the adults are going to kill people, and the children go back to the room first."

Speaking of last night, Jiang Chen looked away in disgust, and said: "At first I didn't have any intention of killing, I just knocked on his door politely, hoping that he would cut his finger and make a cross on Qianwu's name. Didn't he say , Will you try your best to meet the request? But when he turned around, he wanted to pinch my head, just like he did to that poor little girl who got lost on the first night."

Peng Peng immediately acted as quiet as a chicken, shrugging his shoulders, as if he had already felt the pain himself.

"I can't let him go." Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze, omitting the dangerous process, and just briefly concluded: "Mr. Steward is indeed very talented, his bones and muscles are strangely strong. In order to kill him, the saber almost Broken blade."

Peng Peng fell on the stone bench with his buttocks, his pupils trembled, and it took him a long time to say: "You, you... Where's the big boss with a cool talent that you agreed to?! Have you ever thought about how you will settle the settlement after the dungeon is over? "

Hearing this, Jiang Chen pulled up his sleeves, stared at the dark blue on his arm and said, "I don't know how to settle the settlement, but I can be sure that I used my calm talent to the extreme last night."

"..."

Jiang Chen said slowly: "I found that the genealogy couldn't be torn apart, so I went to find pens and stones, and found that foreign objects couldn't be scratched, so I went to the housekeeper to borrow blood. Not only did the housekeeper refuse to borrow it, but he also wanted to kill me, so I decided to kill him instead." In this series of incidents, which part of me is not calm?"

Peng Peng's eyes are already dead.

Jiang Chen sneered, "If you panicked and spun around like you did last night, the one who died in the manor this morning would be Qianwu."

Zhong Liye was tossing a small stone, and smiled playfully when he heard this: "Young Marshal Xiu Luojiang really lives up to his reputation."

Jiang Chen glanced at him, then looked away indifferently.

On the other hand, Qianwu moved his fingers lightly after hearing the words of Young Marshal Shura Jiang.

"So, where is Qu Ying?" Zhong Liye turned his head and asked, "How did you escape last night?"

Qu Ying looked as usual, and said: "Act, pretend to be afraid and obey, he thought he was going to succeed, I ran out while he was in a daze, he hit my right arm with a stool from behind, but told me to run out."

"He's in a daze?" Qianwu raised his eyebrows sharply, "Why?"

"I don't know." Qu Ying shook her head vaguely, "Maybe it's my fate."

"I said, why are you holding your arms all the time?" Peng Peng suddenly remembered something, turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Zhong Liye.

Zhong Liye said indifferently: "Don't look at me, I'm a veterinarian, and I can't cure people."

Qu Ying smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. By the way, what's the matter with Young Marshal Shura Jiang?"

"You don't even know this." Zhong Liye said indifferently: "About two years ago, there was a famous incident of terrorists live-broadcasting ticket tearing. The person who was kidnapped was Jiang Chen's female adjutant. Jiang Chen personally led the team to sneak in and kill the criminals."

Qu Ying was surprised: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"It's a good thing." Zhong Liye explained: "But with the value of the empire, the live broadcast should be stopped first, and then the criminals should be captured alive for trial. Jiang Chen ignored the safety of the hostages, shot him in the head in front of the live broadcast, and then beat them to death with more than a dozen shots in succession. Blood mud. At that time, Young Marshal Jiang had just regained control of the Jiang family's military power, and the media were all rhythmically saying, how could such an impulsive and bloodthirsty person take control of the military power."

"The Jiang family is leading the Imperial Guard." Jiang Chen explained calmly: "Commander of the Imperial Guard, as it should be."

Qianwu turned his head away and looked at the distant castle in a daze, as if he didn't participate in the conversation.

He remembers that.In the camera, the guard officer pointed his gun at the anti-social scum, but Jiang Chen's gun was indeed aimed at the live broadcast camera.But just before he shot to cut off the live broadcast, the man yelled wildly: "I will destroy all the symbols that represent false beauty in this world. The female adjutant who has risen to the sky, the pretending philanthropist, the principal of the highest institution, and the The great painter called the tears of God—"

Just after hearing the last few words, Jiang Chen's muzzle turned in front of the camera.

"Then I won't be able to keep you for another second."

The young Young Marshal Jiang said in a very soft voice, ignoring the hostages, and fired.

"In any case, let's solve the immediate problem first." Jiang Chen's voice brought back Qianwu's thoughts.

"The butler is dead. The owner of the manor missed two nights in a row. Guess who he will choose tonight?"

Qianwu said, "It should be the weakest and cowardly person, probably the female high school student."

Qu Ying immediately said: "Leave it to me, I will synchronize the clues with her later and help her practice."

Zhong Liye shook his head: "It's useless. We can only help her practice at most, but we can't guarantee that we can save her. As long as the dungeon continues, some players will die. It is urgent to find a way to break the situation."

"I have some ideas." Qianwu said: "But I'm not sure yet. There are still some mechanical issues that I have thought about clearly. Give me some time."

Leaving the pavilion, Jiang Chen asked Qianwu, "What did you say to the female ghost last night?"

Qianwu looked at the maid who was busy with the housekeeper's funeral in the distance, and said: "She is indeed the first bride, named Tang Jianzhu, who died out of thin air one year after marrying the manor owner and turned into a ghost. The photo of the old woman It's her painting, and she wants to convey emotions through paintings. I don't know the grievances between the three of them, but I guess the old lady, the housekeeper, and the owner of the manor are all her enemies. She wants revenge."

Jiang Chen digested for a while, and said: "But the old lady and the housekeeper are dead."

Qianwu nodded, "Now the only thing left is the owner of the manor. I guess, the old lady was killed by Tang Jianzhu back then, and the housekeeper was her second target, but the housekeeper was rescued by witchcraft when he was dying, and became half-human and half-human." The owner of the manor escaped completely by chance. It is probably the protection of witchcraft, and his strength will become stronger at night, but he is just a fragile ordinary person during the day, and can only hide in the garden."

"It's very clear." Jiang Chen asked: "What are you worrying about?"

Qian Wu said: "Yesterday, she said that you have done something she has never been able to do."

Jiang Chen nodded lightly, "You don't understand why she couldn't kill the manor owner and the housekeeper with the power of a ghost."

Qianwu sighed lightly: "That's right."

Jiang Chen suddenly asked again, "You just said that the photo is not real, but a painting of a female ghost?"

Qian Wu nodded and said: "She drew the true face of the old woman in her mind, hid it in the diary, and put it in the shrine..."

He didn't go on talking, turned his head suddenly to look at Jiang Chen, with a trace of uncontrollable excitement in his voice, "Whose diary is it?"

Jiang Chen smiled lightly, "I'm also in this confusion."

Because of the gunshot in the live broadcast, Jiang Chen, who had just regained the power of the Jiang family, stood on the cusp again, and the media's doubts were like bullets after bullets.It was an attack from opponents in the open and in the dark, and the people behind it wanted to stir up public opinion across the country and drag the young marshal who had just settled down into the abyss.

At that time, Qian Wu had been separated from Jiang Chen for a year, and had just held an art exhibition in the World Art Palace. He was romantic and talented, without power and wealth, but he was crazily loved and sought after by almost people all over the world.The so-called "tears of God" are almost regarded as gods.

Qian Wu accepted an exclusive interview with a magazine, and before recording, he offered to add a question.

"Have you followed the latest news about Commander Jiang?"

"Ah."

"What do you think of his reckless behavior when the threat of terror looms over the Empire?"

After thinking for a while, Qian Wu replied in front of the camera: "When the empire needed it most, Young Marshal Jiang used the power bestowed on him by the people to guard An Ding."

The host was stunned at the scene, and those who were interviewed before would raise this question and criticize it to show their insights on current affairs.She didn't expect that Qianwu would give the opposite answer from everyone else.

Qianwu continued: "However, I didn't expect that whether to shoot the camera or the bad guys first would become a hot topic. Perhaps the inclusiveness of art has reduced my moral sensitivity, but I really feel that in order to ensure the safety of the empire and Take care of people's eyes and decisively choose the former, the commander of the Imperial Guard should do so."

At the end of the topic, Qianwu brought the discussion back to art.

"Since everyone can't see straightforward things so much, artists should restrain their creations." He blinked at the camera, then turned his head and smiled and said: "But that's someone else, don't I will converge."

A spoiled rising artist of the era.

The rhythm stirred up by the vicious media slowly dissipated after that interview.At such a moment when the public opinion of the whole people is evil, Jiang Chen has power, but he cannot extinguish the evil fire.What he lacks is an ally who stays out of the way and plays a pivotal role to help him.

Qianwu stood at the two ends of the years and looked at each other far away. He fired that shot for Qianwu regardless of the consequences, and Qianwu returned to endorse him with the personality of an artist.

"We seem to be like this all the time." Qianwu murmured suddenly.

Jiang Chen was holding the diary he found under his pillow, raised his eyes and asked, "What?"

"It's okay." Qian Wu stroked his forehead, as if brushing away the memories of the past, and asked: "The housekeeper is half human and half ghost, how can he be so easy to kill, what happened last night?"

"Are you infected by Peng Peng? You worry so much." Jiang Chen calmly opened the diary, "How do you feel today?"

"It's not bad." Qian Wu paused, and then said: "Not bad."

Jiang Chen had already opened the diary while speaking, "Have you put away that picture and painting?"

Qianwu said: "No, it's still there."

The two paused at the same time, and the photo of the old woman disappeared.Jiang Chen twisted the paper and pinched it, and found that the texture had changed, it was no longer dilapidated and fragile, the paper was flexible with a little warmth, just like human skin.

"The diary has changed."

Qianwu felt a wave of excitement quietly spreading along his nerves, he urged unconsciously: "This is Jianzhu's diary, open it."

He showed the expression of a child whose curiosity has been lifted to the extreme.Jiang Chen glanced at him and turned to the next page.

On the skin-like flexible and light-transmitting paper, there are lines of beautiful small characters.

On February 2th, he was as beautiful as the sun, and he was so warm when he shone by my side.When I'm with him, I often forget what I look like, and feel like I'm really a princess.

I went to see his mother on March 3th, what a pity he had such a strange disease.He has nothing, and all his family's money is poured into the bottomless pit of medical treatment.

On April 4nd he got drunk, he said he wanted to marry me, but he couldn't.If I marry him, I will no longer be a rich lady.

But I have long been determined.

Parents let me down on April 4, they look down on people so much!

On April 4th ​​I made a decision.

On April 4, my mother was very disapproving, but she still smuggled the heirloom to me.She advised me to think twice.

All went well on April 4th.We are going to get married, and my mother-in-law's illness can be cured. I will give him all the money from selling the heirlooms.He asked me what I wanted to do with the money, and I just said that I wanted to buy a manor similar to my previous home, and he agreed.

On April 4, the lady of the manor is me.whee.

——Jiang Chen turned back quickly, the life after the wedding was peaceful and beautiful, and the diary gradually became less and less.

Until another one.

On December 12th, the expensive witch doctor was really powerful, and my mother-in-law's illness was cured just like that.How long has it been since she coughed up blood?She was a kind old man who deserved a long life.

What did I see on January 1th!He was flirting with a woman in the garden.He said that the family is big and the business is big, and it is time to marry a beautiful wife, and there must be someone who can take him out to socialize.

After so long, it turns out that he has always cared about my appearance...

I absolutely won't allow it on January 1th.

On January 1, my mother-in-law also talked to me. I have never seen an old woman with such a terrible smile. I want to leave here.No, I want to prevent him from marrying another woman!

On January 1, the manor was preparing for a wedding, and he disappeared for two days!I went to ask the butler, and the butler smiled horribly, saying that he would come back tonight and still want to see me...

The last entry in the diary turned a bloody red.

Jiang Chen rubbed the line of words with his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "It's made of red wax."

Red wax oil wrote: "He actually wanted to drive me away. I refused. He held me in the decorated new house, and the housekeeper cut off my head with a knife. My blood dripped into his upcoming wedding ceremony. In a wax lantern, with the curse of eternal life, hanging at the door of his newlyweds."

"I, will never forgive."

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