Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"If you insist that he is human, then I may be wrong, I am not very sure." San Wu finally regressed, "And I am not resisting him, but it is rare that a human being is willing to talk to me, of course I Seize the opportunity to talk to people first, and he can only sit in the back row."

The room was silent for a long time.

Jiang Chen's voice trembled a little, "Have you ever met someone with the same mask as him?"

Sanwu shook his head, "He is the first one. There is a curse in this house, the six of us are actually five kinds of things, human beings who come in will always wear these five kinds of masks automatically, this is the first time I have seen a new mask .”

Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't speak, Sanwu turned to look at the door, "I really have to go, this room is closed, I always feel that someone is eavesdropping."

"By the way." It turned its head again, and smiled at Jiang Chen comfortingly, "It doesn't matter what it is, although I didn't bother to talk to him, but I also like him quite a lot. My partners are all strange thing."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen looked at his hands, "He's really likable, an innate quality."

Sanwu heard the words and turned around completely, and said solemnly: "Yes, no matter whether it is the same thing or not, there should be no prejudice. At least I and the five dead guys think so."

After it disappeared, Jiang Chen didn't stand up from the chair for a long time.

The light in the room was getting darker and darker. Before it went completely dark, he suddenly took out the piece of paper that recorded the clues.He is used to using tree diagrams to sort out the cause and effect. All the previous events on the paper are attributed to the two values ​​of Qianwu's differentiation that are getting bigger and bigger, and the ends of those two values ​​point to the "golden lucky bag".

The nib of the pen paused under the four words until a grain of ink was blotted out, and Jiang Chen wrote the last few words that pierced through the back of the paper.

——The highest reward: ghosts.

With a creak, the heavy door was pushed open.

The light from outside broke into the room, and Qianwu also appeared at the door. He stepped on the boundary between light and darkness, his black eyes under the mask were as quiet as before.

"A human face is not what Sanwu really wants." Qianwu said: "If we just help it put together a human body and draw a face, we will still be judged to be useless. The two correct ways to break the game should be It is to kill it, or fulfill its ideal."

Jiang Chen didn't expect that he was talking about this when he came in, and after reacting for a while, he asked back in a low voice, "Isn't it ideal to help it pretend to be a human?"

"That's treating the symptoms but not the root cause." Qianwu smiled, came in and stood in front of Jiang Chen, "I finally figured it out after listening to its last words just now. It mentioned curses repeatedly, but in fact curses are the rules in the dungeon. However, the player can understand it, but the boss in the game can't understand it. The rule is that as long as someone dies, part of the body can be collected by the monsters in the room, and the corresponding action capabilities can be given to the monsters. The problem is that this kind of problem-solving thinking is the rule that guides us Yes, and San Wu and his friends don’t want to harm anyone, collecting these bodies may just be an act of fun for them.”

Seeing that Jiang Chen was silent, Qian Wu thought he didn't understand, sighed and said, "It's like a child who likes the sculptures in the museum very much, but he just likes them, and he won't steal or destroy them. One day the sculptures are accidentally It was broken, and the staff threw it into the trash can, and he picked up some pieces and went back to put them together for fun.”

"Essentially, the way to make him happy is to take him to museums to see sculptures and feel them, instead of just making a bunch of fragments for him to play with." Qianwu picked up the teapot with a handle missing from the cabinet, Separate the handle and the teapot in front of Jiang Chen, "It's just that the first picture we see after entering the dungeon is the child's sticky debris, so we are all blinded by the dungeon mechanism."

Qianwu threw the teapot and the handle back on the table, and let out a long breath.

"Two ways to produce the book. The simple one is to kill monsters directly. The difficult one is to figure out this set of logic and give it what it really wants."

The room was quiet for a while, Qianwu finished speaking in one breath and poured a glass of water. Before Jiang Chen answered, he turned to stare at him a little annoyed: "What do you mean, is it because you don't agree with me if you don't speak? How did you start?" Playing such a trick that makes people guess."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, his voice was a little hoarse, "I've heard it all, why is this reaction still? The correct way of writing the book is not the most important thing right now."

Across a small round table, Qianwu's eyes finally gradually softened, as if a tight string had been loosened.

He sighed, looked down at his hands and said, "Actually, I had a hunch."

"From the copy of Cyril, I have a premonition when I look in the mirror and see the blond hair." He repeatedly turned his palms and backs of his hands, and said with a helpless smile: "Later, I found out that the cat and fox statue is keeping a picture of my portrait. Come in this I put on that mask again in the dungeon, and I was thinking, in the mind of my nerves, if I want to make me a ghost, maybe the main body is that thing. All players enter the capital, and everyone has their own in the rules. The death and contribution mechanism, but I am isolated, what does it mean? This is not a preference, it is because I am different from everyone."

"Of course, I finally figured it out after I noticed the nerve entrance." Qian Wu raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Chen, "The last island, we searched the auction registration office together, and you said that the list is completely compared with the actual auction on that day. Here comes, except for the last painting. The name of the painting is "No Name", and this painting is the cat and fox."

Qianwu paused, his Adam's apple slid gently on his fair and slender neck, and he said after a long time, "The last lot is Ragnarok. In that painting, I played a trick."

Jiang Chen said, "Bright God Bud."

"Yes." The corner of Qianwu's mouth curled into a shallow and slightly sly smile, "In mythology, the death of the god of light, Bard, caused chaos among the gods. In mythology, Bard has blond hair and is innocent and cheerful, but I painted him with black hair and black eyes, gloomy and gloomy. I spoofed myself on a whim, it can be regarded as some kind of stinky painting self-conceited."

"I know." Jiang Chen looked very calm, "I knew it when I saw that painting. The painter's cry for help, otherwise I wouldn't have made up my mind to take that step."

"So strictly speaking, there is no Bard in the painting of "Ragnarok", and there is only a symbol of myself, which can also be understood as an unknown person." Qianwu stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Chen's hand, "Nervous change for this unknown person. It has already planned to assimilate me into a ghost in its nerves. Only in this way, I will never be able to go out."

The last bit of natural light disappeared, and the room was completely dark.

Outside, Peng Peng was looking for them from room to room in the corridor to help chop stuffing. Peng Peng's voice was very lively in the light.

Qianwu suddenly realized that he was very calm, not the kind of calm that he accepted his fate.He turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen seemed to be thinking quietly, after thinking, this person could always point out a way.

"If everything is planned by the nerves, then opening the golden blessing bag is inevitable."

Jiang Chen finally spoke, and his speech returned to the usual speed of explaining things. He tapped the table lightly, "After becoming a ghost, you will lose your nerve indicators, and you will also lose the way to get out."

"Unless the nerve ends on its own."

In the evening, Qianwu ate the steamed stuffed bun made by Qu Ying, and when he returned to the room, he still took out the bionic skin to draw, as a small gift for Sanwu.

He deliberated for a long time, until late at night he finally decided what kind of appearance he wanted to draw for Sanwu, and then he started to write at his desk.

The door was ajar, and the voices of Jiang Chen and Sanwu talking outside were hazy.

Jiang Chen seemed to be much more enthusiastic tonight, and even started to actively find words and cheers.

"Lion is a bit arrogant, alas, everyone should listen to him. He was the first to die. We all said not to go out to greet humans blindly, it will frighten humans, but he refused to listen, and humans followed suit. He is just a knife..."

Jiang Chen said, "Well, human beings are good or bad."

"That's not what I meant." San Wu said, "Of course the people who do this are really bad, but what I want to emphasize is that Shishi is very arrogant and doesn't listen to our suggestions. Oh right, you are Shishi mask, you must not be able to stand me saying that, right?"

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, hesitated and said, "It's okay."

"Can you be more sincere? You obviously disagree with me and follow me. Are you perfunctory with human cubs?"

Jiang Chen paused for a longer time, "Or you can change your disguise, don't pretend to be Qianwu, pretend to be Peng Peng in our team."

"What?"

Jiang Chen made up for a long time, "I like Peng Peng very much, and I am willing to discuss issues with him without reservation."

Qianwu lay on the table and sang softly, and Sanwu whistled happily outside, "Say it earlier! I see you two are together every day, and I thought you two have the best relationship!"

If Sanwu were a person, she should be a lively little girl.The chin is pointed, a little weird and stubborn, but the eyes should be round, because the nature is simple and pure.The important thing is the sense of age. Qianwu doesn't know how long it has existed, but no matter how I think about it, I feel that this guy will not be older than eight years old.

Outside, Jiang Chen and Sanwu began to chat about the origin of human food culture. Sanwu understood half of what he heard, but pretended to understand what he didn’t understand. Jiang Chen tried his best to pretend that he couldn’t see what it was pretending. sincere.

Qianwu continued to draw until the dawn of the sky.

There are billions of details left, which can be repaired or not.But he was a little sleepy, lying on the table and dazedly editing the picture.

In the chaos, he heard the sound of someone jumping off the window sill and landing on the ground outside, and then San Wu said, "You are in a good mood today, you have talked to me so much, but I have to rest first."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen said, "Go."

The footsteps walked a few steps away, and Jiang Chen suddenly stopped it again, "Three Wus."

"Ok?"

Jiang Chen asked in a low voice: "What does it feel like to be a ghost in your nerves? Will it be lonely?"

"What is a nerve?" Sanwu was puzzled, "Ghosts mean me? Oh, I've already said that I'm not a ghost, there is another kind of ghosts, I'm just empty, I'm Sanwu!"

"It's almost the same." Jiang Chen persistently asked, "Being a non-human being here, seeing so many people coming and going, will you be lonely?"

Sanwu solemnly hummed, "Of course. So I really want to get rid of loneliness. If it wasn't for this common ideal, my few partners wouldn't have died."

Jiang Chen immediately asked, "Then do you want to leave this house?"

"Think about it." Sanwu sighed, "Of course I want to, this is a prison!"

The outside became quiet, and Qianwu, who had been quarreled all night, finally let go of his drowsiness and passed out.

At the last moment, he vaguely heard a wry smile.

Sanwu seemed to say in a very low voice, "But sometimes I feel like I was designed by this cage, and I can't go outside. Whether I can realize my ideals is also designed, and I have nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter what I do. So I really want to be a human being, how free a human being is."

When Qianwu opened his eyes, it seemed that it was still very dark outside.

His head was filled with a mushy drowsiness from too much sleep, and he sat up slowly inch by inch, his stiff back feeling extremely sore.

"What time is it?" He muttered, frowning.

Looking back, Jiang Chen was sitting on the bed flipping through a miscellaneous book he found in the house, raising his wrist to look at his watch, "09:30 in the evening. If you don't wake up again, I have to find a way to press the card under your arm. Pull out the facebook."

Qianwu sat with his messy hair and watched him for a while, then thumped the table, "Aren't you going to put me on the bed to sleep?"

"You fell asleep while painting, who dares to touch you." Jiang Chen was also very rude, "If there is more or less in the painting, you will find an excuse to lose your temper again."

Qianwu was so happy that he stretched his waist slowly, "Okay, here's the blank mask, stick this on it, stick it well, and then you can give it to San Wu."

"Me?" Jiang Chen put down the book, a little confused.

Qian Wu snorted, "Having a long talk all night, isn't it just a matter of gaining the favorability of the boss?"

Seeing that he had seen through it, Jiang Chen simply stopped pretending, gently took the bionic skin away, and said indifferently: "After all, it's rare to have a chance from a BOSS."

Qian Wu rubbed his hungry stomach, "I'm curious how many points you can get in this dungeon. By the way, leave it to Zhong Liye to operate. It needs to be able to hold a scalpel to make it fit perfectly."

On the seventh night, everyone gathered in a large utility room and had a supper.

Xiaojia looked at the mask pasted in the box, and sighed: "My wife, it's so awesome! I feel like, like, like seeing—seeing a real person!"

Qu Ying couldn't stop staring at the mask, "In the past two days, everyone has looked like a monster mask, but when I suddenly saw a real-life mask, I felt a little weird instead, alas, my brain is always going to be abnormal in my nerves."

Lu Ji, who had been pretending to be crazy and foolish, sneered, "It's normal for people with nerves to have no brains, right?"

Her eyes swept across the crowd coldly and mockingly, Zhong Liye smiled silently, "Stop pretending."

"It's almost over." Lu Ji viciously smashed the spoon into the custard in front of him, "Your nerves are so boring, it's best to end it as soon as possible!"

"End early?" Qianwu immediately turned his head, "The host's nerves will end after clearing the level. Is this true? Do you think so?"

"Why are you so excited? If you don't know, you think you have found the host." Lu Ji yawned, and said while scooping custard into his mouth, "Didn't I tell you that I knew a boatman who took a A manual for deciphering neural rules?"

Qian Wu immediately said: "You only said the rules of the lucky bag and rewards, what else?"

"There is also the neural host." Lu Ji shook his head, "You may not know that the boatmen of exiles are different from those of ordinary players. There is a fixed group of boatmen who only ferry exiles, so there should be many exiles. The exiles have all seen the boatman, which is why the exiles know more than you."

Jiang Chen suddenly put the knife in his hand on the table and made a very heavy sound.

"Speak directly, what exactly are the rules about nerves and exiles in the manual." He said in a cold tone, "If you don't say anything, you will die in this copy, I promise you."

Lu Ji squinted at him behind the mask, as if she was measuring the difference in strength between herself and him, but she quickly chose to compromise and spread her hands indifferently, "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's meaningless. It sounds like it will make me want to go out People are very motivated, but it is difficult to operate.”

"The emergence of nerves is not endless, it is born in a certain person who has a mental breakdown in reality, finds something in him, and that thing is the entrance of this person's nerves, pulling in the host, and giving birth to nerves. "

"After the first entrance is created, there will be countless sub-entries randomly generated, and the desperate people in reality who are closest to those entrances will be pulled in at the same time, so everyone has different entrances, and they are not related to each other. If you really want to say, It's a predestined relationship."

Everyone couldn't laugh, only Lu Ji giggled morbidly.

Qianwu clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath, "So the first person to be pulled in is the host?"

"That's right." Lu Ji recalled, "The manual says that the nerves choose hosts from the people who come in through the first entrance. But there is always one person at one entrance. I don't think I've ever seen two people coming in from one entrance."

The squad looked at each other and exchanged glances, but no one said anything.

Until Jiang Chen broke through and asked, "So, the host's graduation nerve termination is really not a legend, but something clearly written in the interpretation manual?"

"Yes." The deer answered very simply this time, "Nervousness has a very philosophical quality. It is only greedy for everyone who comes in when it exists, but it is not greedy for itself. To put it bluntly, life is lively. Come on, or you'll die."

Jiang Chen let out a long breath, put down the knife in his hand, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"That is to say, it will not prevent the host from earning points."

Du, Du, Du, the door was knocked, and everyone stopped talking tacitly.

Peng Peng's voice sounded outside, "Jiang Chen, I'm Peng Peng, you asked me to come to you before twelve o'clock in the evening."

Qianwu turned his head and glanced at Peng Peng who was sitting next to him, and swallowed hard.

Peng Peng gestured with his hands and mouth: Should I hide?

"No need." Jiang Chen casually picked up the box containing the mask on the table, "I'll go out for a while."

Jiang Chen's watch was worn on Qianwu's hand all day today, he watched Jiang Chen open the door, the shadow of 'Peng Peng' flashed outside the door, Jiang Chen pushed the door backhand, did not push to death, stayed a seam.

"What is this?" Sanwu asked in surprise.

Qianwu watched the second hand turn silently, and it was less than half a minute before twelve o'clock.

Jiang Chen said, "The mask given to you, you don't need to pretend to be someone else when you wear this mask after you have a body."

"Wow!" Sanwu was very excited, and grabbed the mask, "It's so cool! Eh? Is this a painting? Let me go, it's so real, I can't tell, you still have a pair of skillful hands."

Ten seconds left.

Qianwu cleared his throat.

San Wu: "Can you help me put it on, I'll take off this smiling Lao Shizi mask first, you—"

"Three Wus." Jiang Chen interrupted him, "You are very attractive, it doesn't matter whether you have this mask or not, let's be good friends."

The sound fell, and there was a sudden silence in the corridor.

click.

The second hand returns to midnight.

For the first time in the house the clock chimed to strike the hour.Qian Wu turned his head, along the crack of the door, he saw the little girl he had drawn, looking up in astonishment at the tall man with lion head mask opposite.

Then, Sanwu disappeared.

Quietly, silently, as if nothing had happened.

The author has something to say: Small nerves: I only love fraternity, not narcissism!

Floor: ...you are so good at packaging yourself.