Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

During the day the next day, there was no life in the cabin.

Peng Peng and the others went to look through those bedrooms in disbelief. From morning to afternoon, Lao Shi's callused hands were wiped with several bloody cuts, which were scratched by the messy gadgets in the drawer. .

Jiang Chen was already so sick that his breathing was making heavy noises.He was sitting alone on the sofa drinking tea, although the high fever persisted, his eyes were still sharp and calm, but there was no emotion in them, only reflecting the heavy snow flying outside the window.

It was snowing again on the mountain, not the snow like fine sand in the previous three days, but the heavy snow of goose feathers, which fell on the glass in a rustle, and fell lightly again.

There was a messy stepping on the stairs downstairs, and Lao Shi showed his head first, "Let's go out for a while."

Look at the sun, just about to sunset.

Jiang Chen turned his head, Lao Shi was standing at the door, Zhong Liye and the others also came up from below.

Zhong Liye said, "I have been trapped in the wooden house, and I haven't gone out for a walk. The three of us plan to look for clues nearby. If you are sick, don't move. Stay at home alone."

Jiang Chen knew that this was proposed by Zhong Liye and the others, and the purpose was to send Lao Shi away at sunset.

Lao Shi put on the fur gloves found in the closet, "Hurry up, the sunset is very short, and it will be dark after the sun goes down."

Peng Peng was wearing a rather funny leather hat, and he thought about making a joke, "Will there be wolves when it gets dark?"

"Then you have to hold on to me, I will lose my mind when I see a huge beast." Qu Ying pushed open the door, was rushed back by the cold wind, and quickly pulled Peng Peng over to block the wind, fearing that it would blow Jiang Chen has been running a fever.

"Let's go." Lao Shi stood outside the door and waved his hand at Jiang Chen, "You've been in a daze all day, if you really can't think of any clues, just get a good sleep in the quilt. People with fever can figure out what!"

The door of the wooden house was slammed shut by the wind and snow with a bang, and the teacups on the table rattled several times.

It will be sunset soon.

Only then did Jiang Chen stand up from the sofa. This time he had an outrageous fever. He took medicine, but the fever didn't go away.He walked back and forth in the room a few times, feeling the strength in his limbs being gradually pulled away from his body.For many years, I have never experienced this feeling of powerlessness over my body.

Shuangmawei and Shao Lei were still tied together, but they had been in a coma since sunrise.It is estimated that the rule is to sleep during the day and transform at night, which is basically useless anyway.

Jiang Chen walked over to untie them a little bit, stuffed a piece of chocolate in both of their mouths, and let the chocolate melt slowly to renew their lives.

Then he broke up the remaining large row of chocolates and threw them into a small copper pot, added a little milk, and brought it to a boil.

The flames quietly licked the bottom of the copper pot, and the chocolate quickly melted into the milk, which was smooth and sweet when stirred gently with a spoon.

When the sunset came, Jiang Chen came to the top of the mountain with a cup full of hot chocolate.

Qian Wu sat there with a blank face, next to the huge drawing paper, the paper was blank.

"I can't finish it, and I can't paint it." When he saw Jiang Chen's first sentence, he was full of accusations, "Although "Twilight of the Gods" is just a broken commercial painting that I used to humiliate myself, it will take forty to say the least to restore it. Hours. 8 minutes a day, do you dare to do a division?"

The setting sun was behind him, reflecting the sharpness in those black eyes sparkling and vivid.

Jiang Chen hesitated, "Okay, don't get angry... Although there is no progress on your side, I am not idle, I have already found something to kill you."

"..."

Qianwu was speechless for a while, stared at him for a while and couldn't help stretching out his hand, "Show me."

Jiang Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, pulled out the knife from his waist and carefully placed it in his palm.

"The back of the knife is life, the blade is death, and your name is engraved on the end." Qianwu looked at it for a while, and was a little shocked, "Needs tell you to kill me with this knife? Use Jiang Chen to kill Qianwu? "

Jiang Chen nodded, and said lightly with a little sarcasm: "Isn't it very imaginative?"

"It's really worthy of having you as the host." Qianwu said with a blank expression, "It really is outrageously cruel."

Jiang Chen squeezed his hand, turned his head to look at the blank drawing paper behind him, and said in a low voice: "At this point, I am more convinced of my own ideas. But this is just one step away, I must have this painting."

"I can probably guess what you want me to restore this painting." Qianwu blinked in the dazzling sunlight, and said, "Actually, before I woke up in the dungeon for the first time as a big demon, I It was a long dream."

Jiang Chen immediately asked, "What did you dream about?"

Before the charity auction, before the dream, the three years when he and Jiang Chen were separated.

Qianwu looked at the sunset with a dazed look in his eyes, and it took him a while to say, "From the time I left our apartment three years ago, until the auction started, I was frustrated and complacent, I was sick and closed my pen, and when I started to come back, it's like reading a villain's book." The same soon. The last dream is the clearest. I dreamed that before the auction started, I stood at the registration desk and looked at the painting for the last time. Look at it as carefully as you painted it."

The wind seemed to blow Qianwu's voice far away and bring it back to Jiang Chen's ear.

Qianwu whispered again, "Do you think I dreamed that I looked at that painting carefully, or did I redraw that painting myself when I first became a great demon?"

Jiang Chen asked, "How long have you been in the dungeon, do you have any impression?"

"Ten days." Qian Wu replied very simply, "The first 8 minutes of waking up counts as one day, and counting until now, today is the tenth day."

This is the fourth dusk in the dungeon, that is to say, before Jiang Chen came, Qianwu’s memory was only six days, but from the time he opened the golden lucky bag to Jiang Chen walked into this dungeon, almost one day had already passed in his nerves. moon.

Where did all the time go.

Qian Wu stared at the setting sun, "I slept for a long time, no wonder I had such a long dream."

Jiang Chen stood up from his side all of a sudden.

"What's the matter?" Qianwu raised his head, and then turned his head to look at the setting sun with some anxiety, "The sunset will be in three or four minutes."

"Wait for me, soon." Jiang Chen said, turning around and running in the direction of the "door" when he came, "Wait for me!"

The wind whizzed past the ears, Jiang Chen seemed to be burning more and more, the hot feeling climbed up the cheeks to the base of the ears, and climbed up to the forehead, as if a mountain of lava was burning in the head, and it was about to burst into thin air. out.

But his train of thought was suddenly very clear at this moment, and he rushed into the "door" without hesitation. After the violently distorted dizziness ended, he appeared on the carpet, without pausing, he pushed the "door" again and entered again. Dizzy, opened his eyes and stood alone in the empty library.

Without the little demon Qianwu, Jiang Chen stepped on his military boots presumptuously for the first time on the rocky floor tiles.He went straight through the bookshelves, and in front of the bookshelves of the art collection, he saw the ladder that the little demon Qianwu used to read books on the first night.

The little demon Qianwu had long since disappeared, and there was still a fat red mug on the ladder. There was a bit of warm chocolate in the mug, which was left over after Jiang Chen finished cooking and poured the thermos mug full.It was stolen by him.

On the ground below the ladder, a book of paintings the size of a trash was spread out towards the floor.

On Jiang Chen's first night here, the little monster was looking at the painting.But at that time, he put the bookshelf on the opposite side and flipped the pages with clips, the habit was the same as Qianwu's when he was a child.

Qianwu cherished picture albums since he was a child. He was afraid of staining the paper, so he seldom flipped through them with his hands when looking at paintings—unless they were religious or mythological works.Once contaminated with religion or mythology, in Qianwu's concept, it only belongs to commercial painting, not pure art.

Jiang Chen's heart beat faster and faster, he walked to the side and bent down to pick up the book.

The page that was spread out and fell to the ground was a miniature miniature oil painting with gorgeous colors and mysterious colors.

The Nordic gods—Odin, Frey, Heimdall...the bodies and faces of the gods merged with the curling and gorgeous fire clouds at dusk, heralding a grand demise.

In mythology, the climax of Ragnarok is Bard's death.According to legend, Bard, the god of light, is beautiful but fragile. Once Bard dies, it will trigger a war among the gods and the world will disappear.However, in Qianwu's version of "Ragnarok", the god Bard, who should have disappeared, sits in the center of the picture, and the other gods faded away after the war and merged with the setting sun and clouds, but he still has a clear outline. Look straight into the world.

As soon as that painting came out, everyone praised the artistry under this absurd contradiction.But Jiang Chen knew that it was nothing more than a prank played by Qianwu when he was in despair, he took Bud as his symbol, as if he was calling for help.

In this painting, Bud is Qianwu, the old Qianwu.

But at the moment, in the center of the miniature image in the album that is exactly the same as "Twilight of the Gods", the place that originally belonged to Bard is blank.

Without hesitation, Jiang Chen tore off that page.

The sunset has the last 3 minutes.

Qianwu stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the gurgling river below, when suddenly he heard the familiar sound of running footsteps behind him.

He turned his head, and Jiang Chen was holding a magazine-sized painting in his hand, and he couldn't help but press it on the snow-white drawing paper on the ground.

The familiar painting broke into Qianwu's field of vision, Jiang Chen gasped and said, "It's not a dream, the big demon Qianwu completed the conversion immediately after opening the golden blessing bag, but the memory of what you did ten days ago was erased by the nerves, When you dream of looking at a painting, you actually drew this painting and hid it in the album in the library."

The moment the miniature painting was pressed on the paper, the original ordinary paper suddenly showed bright colors, from the surroundings to the center, and "Ragnarok" gradually recovered under the golden red sky.

The color is rendered to the middle, to the place that was originally left blank on the miniature, but the lines and colors that spread rapidly do not stop.The outline of Bard in memory gradually appeared.

Jiang Chen's heartbeat seemed to be still, he grabbed Qianwu's hand, and in the silence, he seemed to hear the sound of a rumbling collapse.

He looked back at Duofushan behind him, and Duofushan was the same as before.The sound of the collapse didn't seem to come from behind, but like a voice deep in his head.

"Did you hear that?" Qianwu asked suddenly.

Jiang Chen nodded.

Qianwu gripped his hand tightly, "Maybe it's the sound of a nervous breakdown."

The last thing restored was Bud's eyes.

Those eyes were dark and deep, obviously full of despair, but they stubbornly closed the cluster of light spots in the center, as if calling for help in silence.

It's like the look in the distance at a reception, but it caused an uproar in Jiang Chen's heart.

"Old day Qianwu."

Jiang Chen said softly.

His gaze was soft and full of pity, and he shifted away from the painting, and landed on the knife engraved with "Jiang Chen".

In the last minute of sunset, Jiang Chen opened the Code of Survival and took off the quill.

One-time use only, do not create anything out of thin air.

Jiang Chen's eyes fell on the words "Need to be killed, the great demon Qianwu", and he crossed out the word "great demon" fiercely!

In an instant, the ink marks of the word "Da Yao" on the paper disappeared, the following characters moved forward automatically, the rules changed, and the quill disappeared.

【To survive outside the copy, you need to kill, Qianwu】

The louder and louder rumble in my mind stopped abruptly after the rules changed, but that was not the end, but waiting for a more catastrophic collapse.

Qianwu suddenly laughed.

He let go of Jiang Chen's hand, bent down to pick up the knife, and put it in Jiang Chen's palm.

Jiang Chen looked back at him, but only saw Qianwu smiling with his lips raised, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and the most tenacious vitality blooming in his eyes.

"Do it." The soft voice was blown into Jiang Chen's ears by the wind, "Use the knife named Jiang Chen to kill the old Qianwu."

The huge sunset gold plate behind it sank into the river again.

Jiang Chen resolutely cut through the symbol of the God of Light in the center of the painting with the sharp dagger.