Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The players gradually discovered that the child walking in front had no shadow.

Under the moonlight, he jumped and jumped, his toes lightly tapped the ground when he landed, but he jumped very high, and his light steps set off his big head, making him even more weird.

The faces of the big guys turned pale with fright, and they retreated one by one, and Qianwu accidentally walked to the front of the team again.

The child suddenly turned his head and raised his head to look at him.

There was no smile on the white and tender round face, and there was a layer of cold searching in the black eyes.

"You are so close to me, I have stepped on your shadow." He said.

Qian Wu looked at him with lowered eyebrows, but didn't reply.

The corners of the child's eyes drooped, and he said displeasedly, "Don't you want to know why I don't have a shadow?"

Qian Wu smiled softly, reached out and rubbed his head: "I don't want to know."

"..."

"Do not touch me!"

The child shook his head angrily, slipped away from under his hands, and jumped forward several steps vigorously.

Qianwu didn't deliberately follow, he still kept walking at the original speed.

The helplessness on Jiang Chen's face could almost fill a book.

"Don't touch the ghost, okay?" he asked in a low voice.

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows confidently, "They are all good friends who need to empathize with each other in the future, let me say hello first."

Jiang Chen paused speechlessly, "Then don't touch it when you meet for the first time. Fortunately, this is an adult, otherwise I'm really afraid that you will take it back to study in your pocket."

"..."

The small village was poor and quiet, the players followed the child for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw him stop in front of a courtyard.

There were two heavy brass knockers hanging on the dark door, and the child jumped up and slapped the knocker violently.

The 1.9-meter man suddenly asked, "Is everyone a second copy?"

Everyone nodded, and Peng Peng said: "Those who can enter the same one should have broken through the same number of copies."

"I didn't make any achievements in the last one, and I didn't know that it was a waste of time until I passed the gate of trial." Another man said, "Let's push this cooperation forward, and seek a win-win situation?"

The players nodded in agreement.Zhong Liye smiled and asked, "So, are any of us exiles?"

There was silence.

No one spoke, and everyone's eyes were filled with vigilance and suspicion.

The door suddenly opened with a creak, and a woman in an ink cheongsam stood inside.She combed her hair meticulously and looked at everyone seriously.

The players were silent at the same time.

"It takes so long to pick up someone." The woman glanced at the child with a displeased tone.

Qianwu bypassed the person blocking him and observed the child.

Women have shadows, children do not.The child was perverse outside, but he was wilted after returning home, with his head hanging down in embarrassment.

"Come in with me." The woman said to the players.

Facing the gate is a main room with several side rooms on both sides.There was no one around, and it seemed that only a woman and a child lived there.

There was no light in the yard, so the woman pushed open the door of the main room, touched two candles and lit them.

"It's a candle again." Peng Peng muttered behind Qianwu's back, "I already have PTSD."

Zhong Liye sniffed it, "It smells a bit smoky, it should be a normal candle, don't be nervous."

The room was dimly lit, and the woman beckoned to the child, who walked over quietly and asked her to put her hand on his head.

The woman turned her head to look at the players crowded by the door.

"Thank you for accepting the commission. This is my son, Beelzebub." She gently stroked the child's hair, "This time I invite everyone to come here, hoping to make a unique pastry for my son. The recipe is here, please Let's see."

As she spoke, she took out a piece of yellowed paper, flattened it, and placed it on the table.

On the paper is cursive English written with a pen.

The players were stunned for a while, and Peng Peng asked: "What the hell, is there another copy of this combination of Chinese and Western?"

"A combination of Chinese and Western?" The woman frowned, touched Beelzebub's head and said, "This was given to me by the god who passed by the village. If my son eats this mysterious pastry, it will save the village from being destroyed in seven days. "

Jiang Chen asked: "Is the god you're talking about different-eyed and blond?"

"How do you know?" The woman was a little surprised. "Blue eyes and a weird accent, but he does have supernatural powers."

Jiang Chen: "How do you see it?"

The woman hesitated to speak, and only said: "It's not convenient to tell."

More than a dozen players were reading recipes at the table, only Qianwu and Jiang Chen were still standing outside the crowd.

Qian Wu had been watching the movement of the woman touching the child's head, and after watching for a while, he suddenly asked: "The name Beelzebub must have been changed by that god, too."

The woman showed an even more shocked expression upon hearing this.

"There is an expert like you in the cook, who can even count such secrets." She said in amazement.

"..."

Jiang Chen asked in a low voice: "What does Beelzebub mean?"

Qian Wu was about to answer, but saw the woman yawned suddenly.She raised her hand to cover her mouth, and Beelzebub ran over the moment her hand left her head.

Qianwu swallowed the words that came to his lips naturally, as if nothing happened.

"What are you talking about?" Beelzebub said stiffly, "Why don't you read the recipe?"

"It depends." Qianwu smiled at him, knelt down and asked, "Have you ever eaten anything on the menu?"

"No, but it is said to be very delicious." Beelzebub suddenly showed a child's greedy expression, quickly stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, then retracted, and shouted fiercely: "I want to eat! You go Research!"

"What is this?" Qu Ying, who was standing in the center of the crowd, asked, "Is there anyone who speaks English? I don't know three words."

Peng Peng said, "Aren't you the chef?"

"But I was trained in China, so I haven't seen English recipes." Qu Ying sighed, "And I don't do baking either."

"I'll do it." Qian Wu stood up and said.

The players around the table made way, Qianwu walked over and sat down on the stool.

He picked up the cookbook and looked at it for a while, then turned the paper over.Jiang Chen beside him took out the silver-gray pencil from his breast pocket, Qian Wu took it as naturally as if he had done it countless times, and pulled the cap off with one hand.

The rustling sound of the pencil scratching on the kraft paper was a little gentle.

British scones, [-] grams of flour, sugar and salt.

Add the butter cubes to the dry mixture and knead together until sandy.

Add the maraschino raisins and milk and mix well to form a dough.

Cover the dough with parchment paper and save overnight.

Brush the egg wash on the surface of the dough and put it in the oven to bake.

"This word is really beautiful." Peng Peng was speechless, "Do you have a good memory? You can translate and write silently after reading it once."

Qianwu shook his head, stroked the engraving on the end of the pen and said: "When I was traveling, I met a pastry master. He instructed me to make Shaha cakes. The logic of baking is actually similar."

"That's it." Peng Peng scanned the recipe and asked again: "Do you have these ingredients at home?"

The woman said, "Go to the grain and oil store in the village to buy tomorrow. By the way, the main purpose of making this snack is to make Beelzebub eat happily and enjoy himself, so you have to take him with you all the time, so that he can follow his own instructions every step of the way. Taste guides you."

Everyone nodded, and a female player muttered: "Milk, butter, baking paper, can't you buy these? I think this dungeon is an ancient setting."

1.9 meters said in a deep voice: "Go and ask tomorrow. If it doesn't work, find a way to do it yourself. It will take seven days."

"Everyone, rest first." The woman patted Beelzebub's head again as she said, making the spooky kid as quiet as a chicken.

"Beelzebub." She said seriously, "Take the guests to bed."

"Come with me," said Beelzebub.

This child can only be safe under the hands of his mother.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he jumped up on his back foot, turned his head and grinned at the players.

"Go buy ingredients tomorrow morning!" He rubbed his stomach and shouted, "I want to eat!"

There was a gurgling sound in the chubby belly, it was really hungry.

Qian Wu suddenly asked: "What did you eat last meal?"

"Meat." Beelzebub rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand: "A lot of meat, delicious."

Among the players was a middle-aged woman who was slightly fat. She couldn't help but sigh when she heard the words: "Children shouldn't be too greedy. They will become more and more edible when they grow their stomachs. If they become fat, they will be ruined."

After she finished speaking, a hint of malice suddenly flashed in Beelzebub's eyes.

He lowered his head and muttered a series of incomprehensible words, and after a while he raised his head and glared at the woman, "I want you to care! Ugly bitch!"

The middle-aged woman was frowning and wanted to preach, but Qu Ying pulled her and whispered something quickly in her ear.

She immediately lowered her head to look at the empty ground beside Beelzebub, her face paled instantly, and she couldn't speak a word.

Beelzebub continued to be domineering, "There are only ten rooms, the one in the east is mine, and you can divide the rest among yourself! I'm going back to sleep!"

As he spoke, he hopped and walked towards the room, slammed the door behind his backhand, and left twenty guests in the yard.

Players are eager to have someone to spend the night with, and immediately start forming a team.

Qu Ying was with that middle-aged girl, Peng Peng and Zhong Liye.

Qian Wu was not the one who took the initiative to form a team, he was a little bit late, and in the end there were only him and Jiang Chen left in the open space, and there was a room next to Beelzebub.

The two stood side by side, looking at the only room left, silent for ten seconds.

Jiang Chen spoke first: "It seems that there is no other choice."

Qian Wu smiled lightly, walked towards the room, and said lightly: "It's not like they haven't slept together."

"You think so?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "This is the best. Then can I sleep on the bed?"

"You can do it if you think so." Qian Wu glanced back at him.

The room was very old, he choked on a mouthful of ashes when he opened the door, Qianwu coughed and walked to the bed, falling silent in front of the damp and musty smelling bed.

"You can sleep on the bed." He made a decision, "This bed is yours, I choose the floor."

Jiang Chen reached out and touched under the mattress, "The bed is normal, but the mattress is moldy."

He quickly removed the bedding and threw it on the ground, took off his windbreaker and spread it on a thin wooden board.

"It's a bit hard, but it's clean. You can sleep like this." He said, and took out two pens that might hurt people from the windbreaker pocket, a pen and a pencil, and placed them side by side on the bed.

Qianwu lit the candle in the room, put it on the bedside, let the candle's tears drip down and solidify the candle base.

In the darkness and musty smell, the candlelight swayed gently, casting dim light and shadow on the silver-gray craftsman pencil.

There are vine totems engraved on the end of the pen, and there are four small letterings hidden in the vines.

Only for Qianwu.

"I still carry it with me." Qianwu said suddenly.

Jiang Chen paused almost imperceptibly in tidying the bedding on the floor, and then quickly continued to smooth the quilt.

"I'm used to it." He said calmly.

Jiang Chen sat on the mat and asked again: "I didn't finish what I just said, does Beelzebub have any special meaning?"

"Yeah." Qianwu nodded, "I read a storybook at your house when I was young, and I mentioned this name."

"What does it mean in the story?"

"Baal Zebul." Qianwu read out the English name softly, lowered his eyes and said, "One of the seven demon kings of hell."

"Seven?" Jiang Chen frowned, "Could it be the seven deadly sins?"

Qian Wu looked at him and said in a low voice: "The crime of gluttony."

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, "He said just now that he ate a lot of meat last meal."

Qianwu felt goosebumps all over his body, and said, "It doesn't sound like a good word."

"It's terrifying to think about it carefully." Jiang Chen lifted the moldy quilt and lay down, "I hope it's not what we thought."

Qianwu also lay down.

The board is very hard, a layer of windbreaker can't act as a buffer, but the inside of the windbreaker is facing up, carrying the body temperature of Mr. Commander.

Jiang Chen on the ground slept with his back facing the bed, it was probably a habit he developed when he was in the army, even if he lay on the ground with his arms on his head, his waist was still straight.

Jiang Chen suddenly said: "Can you fall asleep?"

Qian Wu was stunned for a moment.

"It should be possible." After he realized it, he said, "Tang Jianzhu touched my head for a long time that night, and said that he would return the favor. It must have helped me cure my insomnia."

Jiang Chen didn't comment, just turned his back to him and said: "Then you go to sleep, I'll wait for you for a while."

"Hmm." Qian Wu turned over subconsciously, "It doesn't matter, you can sleep if you want."

There was a distance between the people on the bed and the ground, back to back, two shallow breathing sounds intertwined.

What is the so-called return gift, in fact, Qianwu can't be sure.

But this time he suspects that he has hit the truth by talking casually, because he started to feel drowsy not long after he closed his eyes, and the windbreaker under his body was still warm, part of it belonged to Jiang Chen, and part of it was his own, intertwined, Makes me want to close my eyes.

He fell asleep quickly and deeply.

Shen Dao dreamed of Tang Jianzhu again.

Woo woo woo.

Miss Tang Jianzhu squatted on the ground pretending to be wronged and cried, "I like you so much, I gave you the body, and you are too lazy to take me away!"

"..."

"I hate it! At the beginning, I couldn't help but bring him back to the room, and then I abandoned it!"

Qian Wu couldn't help but support his forehead and said: "Stop acting, didn't I want you to return to the Tang Family Ancestral Hall? I have avenged all the revenge, and the only thing left is to be ashamed of my parents."

"I don't care!" Tang Jianzhu rubbed his eyes pretentiously, "I just want to follow you all the time!"

In his dream, Qianwu reluctantly picked up the red candle on the ground, his consciousness suddenly woke up, and he felt the hardness of the wooden bed again.

He wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, but suddenly he felt something delicate in his hand.

There is also a short, childlike breathing sound next to the ear.

Shocked, he opened his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged next to the bed, the big-headed ghost boy grinned at him, his thin white teeth shining coldly at night.

Qianwu was instantly numb.

He stared at Beelzebub, who was visiting late at night, and called out expressionlessly, "Jiang Chen."

The people on the ground didn't respond, they breathed evenly, obviously falling into an abnormal deep sleep.

Gudong.

Beelzebub swallowed loudly.

"You look so delicious. Thin skin, tender meat, and crisp bones."

He stared at Qianwu and muttered, sticking out his tongue to lick his lips again.

Dripping saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth, and the child's eyes stared straight from hunger.

Qianwu: "..."