Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

In the silent midnight, Jiang Chen pushed open the door on the carpet again.

Today he came a little later than yesterday, Xiao Qianwu was already lying on the bed, seeing him coming down the steps from the door, he said alertly: "Didn't you say you won't bring a group of people down to disturb me?"

"So I came alone." Jiang Chen said calmly, "Did you see anyone else?"

"Not really." The straight back relaxed, but Xiao Qianwu raised his eyebrows again in an instant, "But I'm not here for a while today, and when I come back, I always feel that the smell here has become mixed."

Jiang Chen didn't talk to him, but instead asked: "Will you be away for a while? When, where did you go, and how long did you go?"

"Don't mind my business, are you the chief executive?" Xiao Qianwu frowned and stared at him with strange eyes, turned around and covered the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sleeping, you can read if you want, don't make a fuss." Voice."

"Ah."

Jiang Chen turned around and took a few steps in, then stopped again, looking back at his feet and butt exposed outside the quilt.

Even though he guessed that he was nothing more than a puppet pinched by Qianwu when he was a child, but...

Jiang Chen still couldn't help turning back, and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

However, the little guy was extremely dissatisfied, twisted in the quilt rebelliously, and said in a bad tone: "Don't mess with me!"

Jiang Chen sighed in his heart, Qian Wu was not so difficult to deal with when he was a child.

"I'll sneeze when I catch a cold." He coaxed the child, "What if I couldn't help sneezing when I read the picture book, what if the picture book gets dirty?"

The twisted ball under the quilt stopped.

Jiang Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, it seems that this basic setting has not deviated.

"I'm a bit insomniac. I came here to read a book and then I'll go back." He gently touched the back of Xiao Qianwu's head, "You sleep well, I won't make a sound."

"Why can't you fall asleep." Xiao Qianwu murmured under the quilt, "I chose seven out of eight works of art, but you were not selected. Are you sad?"

Jiang Chen paused subtly, "In a sense, indeed."

Xiao Qianwu didn't say anything more, and didn't intend to comfort him.This is very similar to Qianwu. Qianwu has always felt that a person is born with or without artistry.

Jiang Chen stepped into the aisle between the bookshelves, his footsteps were as light as nothing.After a while, behind the bookshelf, he heard the sound of steady breathing from the small bed in the corner.

This little monster really doesn't see outsiders from him, he doesn't have the slightest guard against him, and sleeps soundly.

Jiang Chen casually took out a book, opened it and spread it in his hands, and glanced across the bookshelf towards the small bed.

He reckoned in his heart that the little demon Qianwu was a guy who was pinched according to Qianwu's nerves when he was a child. Although it is not exactly the same, it is just a child with a clean mind. The human being is wrong because that is the idea that the nerves gave him.

He may not know the existence of the great demon Qianwu outside, nor what this dungeon and this world mean.

Thinking about it this way, how innocent a child is.

Jiang Chen sighed in his heart, put the book back again, and walked towards the two rows of bookshelves displaying portfolios and albums.

As in memory, art books are placed in two rows of six large bookshelves.According to the rough calculation of the carrying capacity of the bookshelf at home, there are at least three or four thousand books.Jiang Chen stood at one end of the bookshelf, looked from one end to the other along the spine of the books with his cat waist, and found nothing abnormal as expected.

He went up and down and groped over the spine of each column. Although this method was efficient, it had been more than two hours since Jiang Chen had inspected all six bookshelves.

None of the albums stand out, or the inside pages are obviously folded.

Outside, Xiao Qianwu was completely asleep, and even smacked his lips several times in his sleep.

Jiang Chen stood beside the bookshelf in the art area with his brows furrowed, and stood silently for 5 minutes before he turned around and walked to other areas with a little hesitation.

When Qianwu was a child, his favorite things to visit were story talk and art appreciation. He was not familiar with the other divisions. After searching for a while, he followed the signs on the bookshelves and found "General Education" in the row of bookshelves. Sports" tab.

If it's not in the album, it could only be a book related to the respective clues.

There are not many sports books, less than a hundred volumes at a cursory glance, Jiang Chen's eyes quickly scanned the spines of those books, and finally stopped.

It was a black hard-shell book, about three centimeters thick, with gilt characters on the black background, called "Painting and Talking about Skiing".

Skiing, picture books.

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed, and he immediately pulled out the book.

It is indeed a hand-painted skiing teaching book, each of which tells the essentials of an action through a hand-painted cartoon story. It is not so much a skiing teaching book as it is a popular science picture book for children.

Jiang Chen flipped through quickly, and finally saw a sticker in the article "Falling Leaves".

——To be precise, it was a hand-painted sticker, a big boy wrapped in a black down jacket and wearing goggles for skiing, pasted in a four-panel hand-painted comic, is the protagonist in this picture book story.The stickers are only attached when the protagonist appears for the first time, and the protagonist will be hand-painted when the protagonist appears again.

Jiang Chen vaguely sensed a hint of Shao Lei's temperament from the outline of the boy with the sticker, and immediately peeled off the sticker from the book decisively.

Then, he watched all the hand-painted protagonists in this article quietly disappear at the same time, as if under a spell.

Jiang Chen calmly put the stickers into his pocket, put the book back, and quietly walked to the aisle to take a look at the small bed.

——The little demon Qianwu is really just a naive child, still sleeping soundly, unaware of all this.

Jiang Chen finally felt relieved, and walked to the home life bookshelf to find the home decoration section. According to Shao Lei's idea of ​​skiing picture books, after a pass, he locked two books that might have hidden double ponytails.

One is called "Hua Shuo He Feng Ju", and the other is called "The Story of the Master and the Bed".

The first book is still a picture book, Jiang Chen put his treasure on it first, but there is nothing in it.Instead, it was the second storybook, where the maker was mentioned when talking about a rattan bed, and then turned back a page, and there was a hand-painted portrait bookmark of the master craftsman in the book, a very thin bookmark, Even according to the method Jiang Chen thought of before, it is impossible to screen out.

Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief, and took out the bookmark and put it away together with the sticker.

After doing all this, the watch showed that it was almost five o'clock in the morning.Qianwu woke up very early when he was a child. At that time, he seemed to be a guy who was full of energy and could never be exhausted. Jiang Chen remembered that no matter how late he acted together at night, Xiao Qianwu would get up at six or seven o'clock the next day.

So he resolutely put it away, walked over and helped Xiao Qianwu tuck the quilt up again, and left the world in the study silently.

After a period of dizziness, the familiar crackling of the fireplace flames sounded behind him again.

Lamps cannot be used in the wooden house at night, and the people who stayed outside all night lit up all the candles and flashlights that they had in the house, in their lucky bags, anyway, they could find everywhere, and sat on the sofa and bean belts together to wait for him .

After Jiang Chen came out, before he had time to speak, he saw Shao Lei and the pair of ponytails staring blankly at each other.

Both of them still maintain the appearance of the moment they disappeared, especially Shao Lei, theoretically speaking, he has been "hijacked" into the book by the little demon Qianwu for more than a day and a night, but his face is not haggard at all, and his big eyes still have full of confusion.

There was even a suspicious drop of soup hanging from the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, he looked at the big guy blankly, "What are we doing here?"

Everyone: "...

... "

For a while, I didn't know where to ask the question, and I didn't know how to answer it.

Fortunately, Shao Lei explained his current level of cognition with his behavior. He looked down at the carpet under his feet, was stunned for a while, and then suddenly remembered something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the empty dining table.

"No way." He hissed, "That weird Christmas nursery rhyme changed us from the dining table to the sofa? It also changed the bread, soup and bowls and chopsticks on the table? Why! It's midnight on this table Is it a restricted area!"

"..."

Jiang Chen was confused for a while, and couldn't help frowning and looking at Peng Peng.

Peng Peng had a question mark on his face, what do you think I am doing?

Jiang Chen: I just think you two are very similar, maybe you are brothers who have been separated for many years.

The twintails took a long breath, "So, all the previous guesses are correct."

Jiang Chen withdrew his helpless gaze from Peng Peng, nodded slightly, "It seems so."

The eight players got together again. Five o'clock in the morning was supposed to be the time for deep sleep, but now the eight pairs of panda eyes stared very energetically. Qu Ying even cooked a pot of hot oatmeal for everyone.

It’s snowing outside, and the wind blows the snow like fine sand to wash the windowpanes. In the cold night of the snowy mountain with the wind and snow, the candlelight in the cabin is dim, and eight people sit around in front of the fireplace, each holding a bowl of hot porridge. .

Everyone sat together and went through all the clues. Jiang Chen also said almost everything he could say, except for the big demon Qianwu.

"So the bottom one is your boyfriend's... um cub?"

Shao Lei swallowed, and said with a dry smile, "Haha, the world is so big..."

Jiang Chen didn't deny it, but just held the porridge bowl and looked at the wind and snow outside the window, as well as his own eyebrows reflected in the window.

The twintails said: "The little demon down there likes to collect human beings to make artworks, but he doesn't kill people, he just makes people disappear temporarily. As long as you find the corresponding books and bring stickers or bookmarks back to the cabin, people will come back. , and so far it seems that there is no harm other than memory loss."

"Life and death are endless, I kind of understand the meaning of this dungeon, it's too conscious." Old Shi nodded and sighed, "If he keeps storing people tirelessly and Jiang Chen repeatedly brings them out, then this dungeon is still worthless." Is it over? Where is the way to break the situation?"

There was a moment of silence.

Peng Peng and the three of them kept silent.In other words, they knew more, so they were more cautious in their words, for fear of disturbing Jiang Chen's plan.

Shen Rou, who was also silent all the time, looked at Jiang Chen, "The problem is actually with you. Do you think there will be other bosses in this dungeon besides the guy at the bottom who only looks like your boyfriend when he was young?"

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, "What do you mean?"

Shen Rou said, "meaning, if you firmly believe that this is a copy of your boyfriend, you'd better hope that he hasn't appeared yet, the one below is not him. Because..."

Jiang Chen raised his eyes, but his quiet eyes were as cold and sharp as a blade. He looked at Shen Rou, "Why?"

Shen Rou hesitated, not because she was afraid, but because she suddenly couldn't bear it.

The two ponytails patted her hand, and calmly continued: "Whether your boyfriend is another BOSS or not, the dungeon process is now clear, since the little demon below is the only NPC that fulfills the mechanism, life and death are equal, endless loop, everyone I’m an old player, so do we need to discuss too much about the method of making the book?”

Jiang Chen laughed instead, the corners of his lips raised, but his eyes became more and more cold, "Say it straight."

The double ponytails hit the nail on the head, "Cut off the loop and end the dungeon. This is a book to kill the boss."

The words "kill the boss" landed on the floor, but the cabin seemed to become even more silent.It was so quiet that the crackling of the flames in the fireplace suddenly became harsh.

Jiang Chen didn't get angry, he just glanced at her again without emotion.

"Really." He thought for a while, as if he was seriously thinking about her words, and said after a while, "But I have a hunch that little monsters can't be killed."

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Chen held the porcelain bowl, "If the boss has no story, no knots, no desire to kill, then killing the boss and cutting off the process is indeed a reasonable judgment. But he is just an ordinary NPC, I didn't show you last night Have you checked my hole card, verified, he is just an NPC pushing the process for the copy."

The two ponytails froze for a moment, as if they just remembered what happened last night.

Jiang Chen continued: "Usually this kind of NPC has no clues. Once killed by the player, it will destroy the dungeon mechanism and cause unnecessary trouble, so I guess the nerve will set up compulsory protection, or, after you kill him , will refresh automatically."

Everyone was speechless, and Lao Shi coughed after a while, "I agree."

Qu Ying, who had been silent all this time, stood up and said, "Everyone, give Jiang Chen a little more time. This book is obviously his personal choice book, and we are all accompanying him. It's only been a day and two nights, everyone is safe, don't Too impatient."

Zhong Liye nodded, "Impatience makes it easy to fall into a trap. We are old people, so we all understand."

The other four had no choice but to nod. Shao Lei rubbed his face and sighed: "Forget it, go back to sleep first, there is nothing you can do in the dark. Tomorrow, everyone has enough rest and have breakfast together, and then look through the things in the house." For other clues, I don't think it will be so simple."

At this time, Shao Lei and Peng Peng seemed to have the characteristics of brothers who had been separated for many years. They sang together tacitly, and after several times of persuasion, they finally persuaded everyone.

Jiang Chen didn't move at all, he lay alone on the sofa, covered with a thick blanket, watching the wind and snow whistling outside the window.

After the downstairs was finally quiet, he lit the red candle again, put it gently on the armrest of the sofa, and took out the Code of Survival.

In the dark snowy night, on the inside of the window, under the candlelight, the black eyes were calm with a slight trembling.

Jiang Chen gently stroked the quill with his fingers, and turned to the latest page, looking at the first rule that appeared not long ago.

[Life is like death, life and death are endless. 】

After a long time, he closed his eyes gently, and said in a low voice: "Although there is no death mechanism in the dungeon, you can live in peace, but if you want to leave here alive, you have to—"

The black eyelashes trembled slightly, and the man with his eyes closed whispered to himself: "We must cut off the dungeon process, kill the boss, kill... the great demon Qianwu."

The words fell, and the surroundings were quiet.After a while, he opened his eyes.

The second line of words quietly appeared on the paper.

【#2 Survival outside the dungeon, need to be killed, big demon Qianwu】

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