Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Every room in the cabin was searched, and there was no corpse or blood.The half-eaten cream soup on the table was almost cold, but no one was in the mood to taste it.

The dusk ended abruptly, twelve o'clock midnight came abruptly, and a large living person just disappeared under the eyes of everyone.

After twelve o'clock, all the lights in the cabin could no longer be lit, only the fireplace was still burning vigorously, where light and heat gathered.Three on the couch, one on each of the two short couches, and two on the beanbags at the coffee table, with their feet on the shaggy rug.

"It's so evil." Peng Peng muttered: "One of my companions has disappeared, obviously I should feel scared and worried, but I gradually feel very relaxed sitting here warming up."

Zhong Liye patted his leg lightly, "Actually, I also feel this way, maybe it's the thoughtfulness of the copy."

"You guys are really strange." The female vajra sneered, "Treating life and death is like a child's play. I can't figure out the triggering rules of death until now. You may be the next one. I hope you can still say that the copy is considerate."

Hearing the words, Peng Peng straightened his back with anger, and seemed to want to retaliate, but he swallowed the words after glancing at Jiang's gloomy face.

There was silence in front of the fireplace for a while, but he still couldn't help saying, "Then you start scolding the dungeon now, let's see if we can push the process forward. I'm really puzzled, just like you are still called Shen Rou? It's a perfect hide The parents' expectations have been fulfilled."

Shen Rou was about to go back, when the pair of ponytails who had been silently stretching out her hands to warm the fire in front of the fireplace suddenly said in a low voice: "Actually, I also have a kind of abnormal relaxation, which is completely different from the mood after the first deceased appeared in the previous dungeon, just like subconscious Tell me Shao Lei is not dead yet."

"You say, is he dead or alive?"

Shen Rou turned to her, her expression softened, and she raised her hand to rub her hair, "Maybe she's not dead yet, in fact, I also feel this way."

The old man thought to himself and said, "If you're not dead, you'll be taken away by the dungeon ghost."

As the words fell, Jiang Chen, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, suddenly raised his eyelids.

"Abducted by ghosts?" His dark pupils reflected the shadow of dancing flames, and the depression finally dissipated a little, and his eyes lit up.

The old man couldn't help laughing, "Why do you still look envious?"

"Indeed." Jiang Chen said.

The two ponytails looked at the fire as if in a daze and said softly: "But the next one may be me."

Jiang Chen looked towards her.She seemed to be afraid of the cold, her hands were always stretched out by the fireplace, her feet were covered with thick socks found in the cabin, she stepped on the thick carpet, and covered her feet with a woolen scarf.

The two ponytails lowered their eyes and said: "According to your inference, the window and the snow-capped mountains are skiing, pointing to Shao Lei, a student of the Physical Education Institute. Then the second one is the couch and bed, which are furniture, pointing to me, the decoration designer."

The surroundings were quiet for a while, and Peng Peng suddenly said: "That's right."

"Outside the window and the snow-capped mountains, lying down and sleeping beds, leaves and tea soup, burning food and pork bones. Necklaces and checks, Shura and fire, plaster and sculptures, life and death." The twin tails recited the mission description calmly, " According to the prompt, the order of disappearance should be Shao Lei, me, Shen Rou, Qu Ying, Peng Peng, Zhong Li, Lao Shi, and finally you. The order of you and Zhong Liye may be reversed."

Shen Rou's eyes were blank for a moment, "Will everyone disappear in the end..."

"If you can't stop this process, they will all disappear." The pair of ponytails said in a firm tone, "I have a hunch that this process can be interrupted or even reversed, but if all eight of us disappear, it may not be possible. The copy will Ended in silence, those who quietly disappeared were quietly executed, and no one survived."

Jiang Chen remained silent, he looked down at the feet with ponytails covered with scarves.

In fact, he was not looking at the girl's feet, but at the carpet on which the twin ponytails stepped.There are too many things to see in the cabin when there is light on, and he has been ignoring things on the ground. Only things near the fireplace will be illuminated, and this carpet is very eye-catching.

This is a very American-style black walnut-colored wool felt carpet, thick and solid, covering most of the floor of the living room, and the coffee table is pressed on it.

There is no pattern on the carpet, only a simple geometric design—a distance of about five centimeters from the top, bottom, left, and right edges. There are several lines parallel to the edges respectively. The distance between the lines is large or small, and there is a ghosting effect. There will be space when viewed from a distance. Feel like a picture frame.

It's actually very common, but for some reason, Jiang Chen always feels a little familiar.

And things like photo frames more or less bothered him a little bit.

Several other people were still discussing, but he slipped away, bent down and lifted a small piece of the carpet from a corner, and looked down.

"What's wrong?" Lao Shi stopped discussing, followed him and bent down to look under the carpet.

Below is the same wooden floor as elsewhere.

Old Shi: "Nothing unusual, why pay attention to the carpet?"

Jiang Chen didn't answer, he pushed a certain distance further without giving up, bypassed the place pressed by the coffee table, bent over and walked around holding the edge of the carpet.

There was nothing, Jiang Chen lifted the carpet and walked to the place where the coffee table was pressed, "Peng Peng."

Peng Peng and Zhong Liye raised the coffee table a few centimeters from the ground, Jiang Chen continued to uncover the remaining area, he squatted on the ground, touched the ground under the darkness with his palm, and sighed .

Shen Rou sneered, "You really don't look like the intelligence to lead a team through ten dungeons."

Jiang Chen laid the carpet back calmly, returned to the sofa and sat down, "You're right, I'm not leading the team."

"Is it the boss you slept with?" Shen Rou sneered more ironically, "Come on."

She stood up and went to the table to clean up the dishes.Everything lighting in the cabin was out, but the electricity wasn't cut off and other types of appliances worked fine.She pressed the button on the dishwasher, and after researching it, she poured everyone's leftover food into the sink and picked up the bowls into the machine one by one.

Jiang Chen is still pondering what mechanism Qianwu is, he never believes that Qianwu will kill people, unless part of his memory is erased by his nerves.

No, erasing memories will not kill people. People's memories may disappear, but their hearts will not.

"Ah."

Shen Rou suddenly sneered.

As she stacked the last few bowls together, she said, "You look very preoccupied, and you have a good appetite."

Jiang Chen turned his head, "What did you say?"

Shen Rou put the bowl to the side of the sink angrily, and raised her chin towards the middle of the left side of the table, "Didn't you sit there just now? When we were discussing, if you didn't talk to each other, you just knew how to eat without talking. In the end, everyone Half hungry, only you are full, right?"

It took Jiang Chen a few seconds to digest the subtext behind her sarcasm, and he stood up from the sofa all at once.

"I ate it all?"

Shen Rou rolled her eyes on the spot, "It doesn't work to play dumb."

I don't know if it was a fever or what, Jiang Chen's palms were covered with sweat for a moment.

He really felt dizzy and dizzy and kept drinking the soup with his head down, but he drank it very slowly and only tasted three or five spoonfuls before the accident happened.Qu Ying's cooking was not small, and the soup bowl was wide and deep. That bowl of soup could be said to have been untouched, and even the bread crust was only slightly broken.

A rare confusion appeared on Jiang Chen's face.

Qianwu...is he so hungry?

Still, being a monster is really different, destroying marshmallows and a big bowl of sweet soup in a second.

"You—" Jiang Chen hesitated, then turned to Qu Ying and said, "Otherwise, let's make some more food."

"what?"

Before Qu Ying could speak, Shen Rou was so frightened that she slipped her hand and dropped the bowl into the pool, with an unbelievable expression on her face, "Are you joking? Are you still in the mood to eat?"

Jiang Chen was powerless to refute. After a moment of silence, he could only nod his head, "I have a fever and I am very hungry."

The expression on Shen Rou's face disappeared, as if covered by a piece of iron.

After a full ten seconds, she picked up the bowl expressionlessly and continued to tidy up, as if she no longer wanted to talk to Jiang Chen.

Qu Ying walked over and said in a low voice, "Do you think... he, isn't full?"

Jiang Chen hummed, "Not only that, but if you make some heavy sugar, maybe you can hook him out in the middle of the night."

Qu Ying hesitated, "But..."

"There is no light, I know." Jiang Chen took out a lucky bag and took out the red candle, "This one is kind of bright, it's troublesome."

When the clock pointed to one o'clock, the three newly-acquainted players downstairs all fell asleep.There were two small rooms with bunk beds reserved for the group of four, Jiang Chen was the last to come out of the shower, Peng Peng and Zhong Liye were chatting in the dark in their pajamas in the small dark room.

The two bunk beds are the size of children's beds. People over 1.7 meters cannot stretch their feet when sleeping, which is tighter than the cabin.The whole small black room was like a narrow utility room, and the two beds were stacked together at right angles. Not to mention that Qu Ying hadn't come down yet, the three big men alone were already very crowded.

"In order to show respect for girls." Peng Peng sighed, "I discussed with Zhong Liye and decided to let Qu Ying sleep on the upper bunk later, and the other upper bunk will be vacant, so that she herself is equivalent to a single room. .”

Jiang Chen was taken aback, and looked at the two extremely narrow lower bunk beds next to each other, "Then you two—"

Peng Peng took a deep breath, "I definitely don't dare to disturb you, Young Marshal, we decided to sleep with our arms around each other."

Zhong Liye pushed his glasses cautiously, "Sleeping with arms around, it means that we decided to squeeze together."

"You have to hug it." Peng Peng said desperately: "Such a small bed, if you don't hug it, won't one fall off?"

Zhong Liye was speechless for a moment, "Then I'll sleep outside, okay?"

"Then I have to hug you too." Peng Peng muttered, "I can't let you fall."

"..."

Jiang Chen was amused by this nervous and annoying teammate. The room was very dry and hot. He leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes for a while, feeling that his lips were chapped and sore, and his throat was like Contains a handful of sand.

The door was pushed open, and Qu Ying said softly: "I left hot chocolate for Qianwu, and I also baked a plate of cookies, half buttery, half cocoa."

"Thank you." Jiang Chen said, "Leave it to me at night. You should sleep soundly at night and don't move when you hear anything. I'm afraid he won't come out."

Peng Peng couldn't hold back his laughter, and immediately covered his mouth and muttered softly, "It's just a matter of catching mice."

Zhong Liye kicked him resolutely.

Jiang Chen had no intention of joking, as long as Qianwu was mentioned, his heart would be wrenched.

At this point, Qianwu's book is already a certainty, which is good news for them and all players in this nerve, but he doesn't know what the nerve has done to Qianwu.

At a quarter past one in the morning, in the dark room, the other three were fast asleep.

Jiang Chen was waiting for this moment. When he was a child, he and Qian Wu sneaked out to act in Jiang's big house in the middle of the night, usually between 01:30 and [-]:[-].

Jiang Chen got up silently in the dark and left the room.

The whole log cabin was pitch black, he found the stairs completely by sixth sense and groping, looked back and saw that no one was following, so he took out a red candle and stroked it.

After touching it for a long time, this prop left by Qianwu reluctantly lit a cluster of flames, but the light was very weak, half dead.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to use it reluctantly. He didn't wear the pair of military boots that creaked when he walked, and stepped on the steps with some wooden splinters through a pair of socks, and returned to the living room upstairs.

The sweet smell of butter biscuits lingered in the air, but there was no one around.Jiang Chen stood at the stairs for a while, and his intuition also told him that Qianwu was not here.

The firelight and candlelight were dim, and he walked to the kitchen counter with a candle in his hand, and froze suddenly.

There was a bare piece of baking paper on the baking sheet, and a whole plate of cookies was missing.

Jiang Chen felt his eyes widen under the candlelight, he unbelievably lifted the lid of the hot chocolate pot beside him, picked it up and looked inside under the candlelight.

Also empty.

Come a step late.

Jiang Chen felt suffocated.

In the suffocation, there is still a trace of inexplicable anxiety.He stood blankly in front of the empty chocolate pot and empty tray for a while, and suddenly felt that at this moment and here, he actually resonated with his mother 20 years ago.

For a while, Qianwu was very picky eater. In order to coax him to eat more vegetables, his mother would tempt him with sweets.But often he was called away by the orderly to deal with an urgent matter, and when he turned around and came back, the snacks in front of Qianwu were empty, and the vegetables did not move.

Probably... Mom was in such a suffocating and anxious mood at that time.

Jiang Chen stood for a while, and suddenly felt a little funny again. He lowered his eyes and hooked the corners of his mouth helplessly, and put the empty pot and tray into the sink.

The living room was empty, and the fire in the fireplace was slightly weaker than before going to bed, but the fire was still bright enough to illuminate the sofa area.

Jiang Chen glanced at the empty sofa and coffee table, then turned and went downstairs helplessly holding a red candle.

When he reached the stairs, his movements suddenly stopped.

In the silence, the man's tall figure seemed to freeze suddenly. After a long time, he slowly turned his head, and his eyes fell on the carpet again.

The geometric lines on the carpet looked like photo frames before, but under the faint swaying firelight at this moment, light and shadow seem to produce a wonderful sense of perspective.

That familiar feeling came again.

How to describe...

Jiang Chen shook out the candle, approached silently, and stepped on the carpet again through the socks.He turned slightly so that he could not block the firelight from the fireplace, and looked at the edge of the carpet under his feet.

Actually, not like a picture frame.

More like a door.

Very familiar, yet very strange.Because it was a door that had disappeared from his life long enough, but it was still forever in his memory.

Jiang Chen's Adam's apple moved, he bent down and held the lower edge of the tea table with both hands, and turned the coffee table over with force.

Before Zhong Liye and Peng Peng carried it vertically, without moving left or right, Jiang Chen's focus was not on the carpet, but on the underside of the carpet.

But this time the coffee table was completely turned over, exposing the blanket under it.

—on the carpet beneath it, there was a pattern of a brass-coloured doorknob.Seen in this way, the pattern of this carpet is a door.

Jiang Chen stared at the "door handle" for a few seconds, then resolutely stretched out his hand and pushed it down there.

Turn around.

The sense of space seems to be completely deprived in an instant, and then refilled in an instant.Jiang Chen stood on the door frame of memory, turned his head, behind was a devouring darkness, and in front of him were nine downward steps.

The entire space is raised to a height of [-] meters, which is more magnificent than the most popular library in the university.The bookcases are towering, and you need to rely on stairs and book takers to get the books on the top floor.And there is a small soft bed in the corner of the farthest bookcase, which was put in by the orderly when his father doted on Qianwu, which instantly broke the solemn and majestic atmosphere of the library.

The study of the Jiang family's old house.

Jiang Chen's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, he quietly closed the door behind him, stepped on the steps down to the ground, and walked to the row of bookshelves dedicated to art collections and picture albums in his memory.

Turning a familiar corner, he heard a familiar sound of flipping a book and chewing.

Eight or nine-year-old Qianwu with pitch-black soft hair, wearing the familiar pajamas he remembered, sat on a small ladder and chewed butter biscuits.

He held a small book remover in one hand, and there was a picture album on the bookshelf two meters away. Xiao Qianwu was afraid of getting the book dirty, so while eating biscuits, he used the clip of the book remover to hold the two books with difficulty. Mi Wai's album turned a page.

Hearing the sound, he turned around and stared at Jiang Chen.

"Who are you?!" Xiao Qianwu was shocked, and immediately said again, "You didn't see me!"

"..."

Jiang Chen was dumbfounded.

The author has something to say: The Great Demon Qianwu (crossed out)

Little demon Qianwu (check mark)

The little nerve sighed: I am really a great creator.