Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

When the hunger addiction hits the head, it seems that the blood vessels in the whole body are opened, transparent and quiet, so quiet that you can hear the gurgling sound of blood flowing, but people seem to be uncontrollably slow, like the feeling before going to sleep after drinking too much in the early morning .

Qianwu's open mouth stopped a few millimeters behind Jiang Chen's neck, and remained still for a few seconds.

Jiang Chen kept his posture still, turned his head and said with a smile, "You can think about it for a while, don't buy and sell by force."

"..."

Qianwu struggled to regain consciousness, stepped back a little, and said in a low voice, "Routine."

"It's a routine, and it's not very gentlemanly to take advantage of others' danger." Mr. Commander admitted frankly, and then said, "But between us, we can't figure out what we owe. Restraining morality is purely superfluous. What is it called?"

"Broken pot, broken fall." Qianwu replied.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Yes, that's what it means. Think about it, think about it."

The surroundings were so quiet, there seemed to be a little light in the center of Qianwu's wide-open black eyes, he stared straight at Jiang Chen's slender neck, followed the tight contour line to see the shoulders, the light in the center of the pupils healed. Invent bright.

Bright and greedy, like looking at a world-famous painting that is lovable to the point of madness.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and his Adam's apple moved violently.

There was a thud, which was infinitely magnified in the quiet room.

Jiang Chen said quietly in front: "I have to admit that I'm a little scared when I hear this, just be careful, you don't want to suck me dry, do you?"

The people behind did not answer.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, Jiang Chen suddenly sighed silently, and said: "Forget it, just eat it. It's me who crossed the line, if you really don't want to say—"

"I'm not very happy." Qian Wu suddenly said softly with his eyes closed.

Jiang Chen was startled, his body trembled imperceptibly, as if he wanted to turn around, but he held back immediately.

"I don't know when it started." Qianwu said calmly, "I can't draw, I can't sleep, I am getting more and more anxious. The doctor said it is moderate depression."

Jiang Chen's tone was calm, "Why aren't you happy?"

Qianwu raised the corner of his lower lip silently, "If people are unhappy, there must be a reason."

He opened his eyes, but his pupils were looking at the ground, and whispered: "If I know the reason, maybe I will be fine."

Jiang Chen asked, "Have you taken any medicine?"

"It works. I asked someone to hire the best doctor and spent a lot of money. Depression is a kind of physical disease. After almost a year of treatment, the doctor said that I was cured, but I knew I wasn't." Qianwu's voice Going lower, with a little disappointment, "I still can't draw, and I can't sleep."

He secretly kept a scarf that Jiang Chen had when he was in school in San Trikang's house.It was after they quarreled and broke up, Jiang Chen packed up his things and left them in the closet.Qianwu often wraps up that big fluffy scarf in the middle of the night, drinks a whole bottle of spirits, and then lies on the sofa and barely falls asleep.

He doesn't see himself as a resurgence, he just needs something familiar, some reassurance in the middle of the night.

To him, Jiang Chen symbolized many other things besides love.Those things may be more important than love.

"Actually, I can't draw it, haven't you already guessed it?" Qianwu suddenly chuckled again.

Jiang Chen silently nodded, "Yes."

The wind of the painting "Twilight of the Gods" was released, and the art world went crazy.The "Tears of God" has always only used images fabricated by himself, and has never touched gods and religion.Those fans were red-eyed with anticipation, and declared before the painting was unveiled—after Qianwu, other painters would never dare to touch the Norse gods again.

At the reception, the paintings were released, and those rich and powerful merchants who were used to god-level art also flocked to them. When they raised the price, they were as crazy as they were greedy for the top munitions or rare earths.

But only Jiang Chen, when he heard the name Ragnarok, his heart was stabbed hard, as if he had received bad news for no reason.

Only he understands that if Qianwu touches something that he never bothers to touch, no matter how respected he is, it will be a disaster for a painter.

"People will suddenly get into trouble for no reason, and it takes time to recover. This is always the case in the world. Especially the soul of an artist is more delicate and fragile. This is a gift and a difficulty." Jiang Chen's voice was serious and soft, "But I I believe you will get better sooner or later, when you get better, maybe you will be clearer than before, life is like this."

Qianwu didn't make a sound, he stayed awake and finished speaking those few words and then started to go up again, forced his temples to thump and his heart was about to burst out of his chest while holding back his hunger.

Jiang Chen's voice became even deeper, "Look, my family had an accident back then, and my parents left in an accident. The Jiang family was about to capsize, and my father's army was full of rebellion. I had to give up my good life and embark on the most difficult journey a way?"

There was still silence behind him.

Jiang Chen thought he was depressed to the extreme, so he joked again, "Do you still remember the middle-aged female congressman who came to talk to me every year at the annual banquet of the military department since college? The Jiang family army took it back, and I had dinner with her. She can be my mother... I also worked hard for the Jiang family's family business, who can live a smooth life."

There was silence behind him, Jiang Chen waited for a long time but did not get a response, the anxiety in his heart seemed to be ignited silently.

He regretted asking this question abruptly, which made Qianwu feel depressed but he was unable to explain it, he was a villain.

"Mom, she—" Qianwu's voice was vague, and he changed his words temporarily in the middle of speaking, "Mrs. Jiang, she—"

Jiang Chen suddenly heard that there was something wrong with his voice, his heart froze, he turned his head all of a sudden, and sure enough, he saw that Qianwu's eyes were wrong.

Not as sad and vulnerable as he thought, he stared straight at the back of his neck with straight eyes.The black eyes were in focus and out of focus, like a malfunctioning camera.

"..." The gentle expression on Jiang Chen's face gradually disappeared.

"Wake up." Jiang Chen said, "You just asked my mother what's wrong? Finish talking."

Qian Wu suddenly came back to his senses, and shook his head vigorously.

"I said Mrs. Jiang, she—" he managed to stay awake until the last word, and then began to let go again.

Jiang Chen: "..."

Qianwu's head was about to explode, and Jiang Chen's voice about the past still lingered in his ears, as if the network speed was delayed.He belatedly realized that Jiang Chen had torn open his old wounds to comfort him, and originally wanted to say something like "Madam Jiang, she will be very proud to see you today" or something like that.

But his rationality obviously couldn't bear to finish this sentence.

"Mom, she—" Qianwu murmured out of control, "I'm most worried that I won't have enough to eat..."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"Mom, she must never have imagined that one day you would want to eat me." Jiang Chen continued with a blank expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qianwu rushed forward, and when his teeth pierced into Jiang Chen's flesh, he mumbled, "Thank you."

After thinking about it, Jiang Chen realized that this person might not have heard the first half of the sentence clearly, and only heard the words "eat me".

There was a piercing pain behind him, Qianwu bit hard, and the pain would be magnified when he sucked.

But Jiang Chen couldn't hold back a laugh suddenly.

The laughter suddenly stopped, but then he realized that the people behind him didn't have the energy to pay attention to whether he was being laughed at, so he continued to laugh with confidence.

After all, people are not demons, and they don't have the talent to eat people.After sucking a few mouthfuls, he ground the flesh with his teeth, and found it difficult to really tear it apart, so he gave up and could only lick it like a scratch.

After a while, Jiang Chen's scalp became numb from his licking, and he whispered: "It's almost done."

If you lick again, something will happen, no kidding.

The people behind him didn't make a sound, they grabbed the back of his neck without letting go, put their foreheads together, and steadfastly pestered him, as if recharging their energy.

After what seemed like a century, Qianwu finally let go.

"Talk to stop addiction." His voice returned to cool, and he said very ungratefully: "It's hard to stop hunger."

As he spoke, he stood up, glanced at the blood-oozing crimson scar on the back of Jiang Chen's neck, his Adam's apple moved, and said, "Put on your clothes."

"..."

Jiang Chen was in a complicated mood.

Qianwu rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling that restless headache gradually faded away, and his mind recovered.

After a while, he muttered thoughtfully: "This reaction after being bitten by Beelzebub is like an addiction, and it's outrageous."

Mr. Commander put on his clothes with a cold face, "Just as long as you know it's shameful."

Qian Wu didn't say a word, he watched Jiang Chen fasten the top button, adjusted the belt with his hands, and licked the corner of his mouth lightly with his downcast eyes.

Drinking the blood of an ex-boyfriend sounds like a disaster.

But if you give up your conscience, it is still very delicious in terms of experience alone.

"There's movement next door." Jiang Chen frowned suddenly, and made a shush motion with his index finger on his lips.

Qianwu turned his head and looked at the wall.

It was the sound of a child walking and knocking down the stool, and then the light footsteps reached the door, and after a while, the door next door was pushed open.

"Did he come out to eat?" Qian Wu frowned, "He wants to eat people again?"

Jiang Chen glanced at him, and said coolly: "Maybe I heard you eating just now, the children next door are all crying."

"..."

Qianwu asked: "Where are the materials for Si Kang?"

"Zhong Liye kept it, he guessed that it might be eaten by ignorant brats in advance." Jiang Chen paused, "Go out and have a look, don't let the brats eat Zhong Liye and the others all by themselves. .”

The two walked towards the door, but just as Qian Wu put his hand on the door, Jiang Chen suddenly said: "No, it seems that the kid didn't go to the opposite side?"

There is a road paved with bluestone on the central axis of the yard. Beelzebub usually makes two clearer clicking sounds when he walks on it, but there was no sound just now.

Qianwu paused with his hands, "Look first."

He pushed the door open a crack soundlessly, and found that Beelzebub did not go to the opposite side.

Under the moonlight, the kid stood at the door of the main house, lifeless.

That's the women's room.

Beelzebub stood there, neither speaking nor moving.After a long time, he raised his hand as if he was going to knock on the door, but his hand stopped in the air, and after a while he hesitated to put it down.

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, Qian Wu in front of him suddenly stopped breathing.

"Shadow." Qianwu hissed, the horror and excitement suppressed in his voice.

Under the moon, a child's shadow slowly appeared on the ground beside the little ghost.

However, the shadow twitched and disappeared after a while.

Like a poorly connected channel signal, the shadow sometimes disappears.Whenever the shadow appeared, Beelzebub would raise his hand to knock on the door, but then the shadow disappeared, and he retracted his hand in a daze.

Qianwu suddenly whispered: "It's Zhuang Zhuang.

"Strong is back."

In that childhood storybook, Beelzebub was the demon who represented gluttony.Demons have no mind, only instinct.They will not come to the world for no reason, they will only take advantage of the resentful soul's loopholes, snatch the resentful soul's corpse and cling to it, becoming walking monsters.Although the corpse was occupied by demons, it also left a glimmer of hope for the stubborn resentful souls who refused to reincarnate.

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, "Would it be possible that if the memory is restored, Zhuang Zhuang can be recalled to this corpse and coexist with the devil?"

"I think so." Qianwu responded softly.

The kid with a big head whose shadow flickered under the moonlight was terrified. After struggling for an unknown amount of time, when the shadow reappeared, it bent slightly on the ground, as if rubbing its eyes and crying helplessly.

"He's so sad." Qian Wu suddenly whispered.

Jiang Chen subconsciously asked, "What?"

Qianwu closed the door silently, looked at the ground and said softly: "He is so sad, he still can't believe that his mother will eat him, and even took his body to burn in order to cover up the crime."

Jiang Chen looked at him, "You mean Zhuang Zhuang?"

"En." Qianwu whispered: "I suddenly understood that Beelzebub is Beelzebub, and Zhuangzhuang is Zhuangzhuang. Beelzebub is just a simple-minded demon that inhabits the dead Zhuangzhuang, so I can't feel his deep emotions because he has no emotions."

"Only when the memory of Zhuang Zhuang is violated, and Zhuang Zhuang shows signs of resentment, I can feel the sadness in his heart."

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, quietly observing Qianwu.

After Qianwu saw through Zhuangzhuang's secret, his whole state seemed to sink instantly.He stared down at a point in the sky, as if thinking, but also as if he was simply in a daze.

This kind of state seems to be familiar - when I was in school, whenever Qian Wuhua's inner emotions broke out, he would suddenly stand up and walk back and forth in the room, just like this demeanor.

"I'll go out to see him." Qian Wu suddenly said as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Jiang Chen put his hand on his shoulder, "Are you serious? According to the law of survival, if Zhuangzhuang's memory is triggered, Beelzebub may eat people."

Qianwu shook his head, "The condition for Beelzebub to eat people is to make him feel that he is not a normal child. Jia Mao and the others only triggered the appearance, stimulated Beelzebub, but did not stimulate Zhuangzhuang. Today is different. To some extent, Zhuang Zhuang was recalled, but it is much safer than directly contacting Beelzebub."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen frowned and remained silent, as if evaluating the credibility of Qianwu's speculation.

"I'm sober." Qianwu looked at him and said, "I just have a strong intuition that this dungeon is not easy, and so far we haven't found anything that might evoke Zhuang Zhuang's memory except the ashes. The effect of the ashes It’s only that big, if the Zhuang Zhuang Society disappears, we’ll have another brush with the truth, three more days. Only three days.”

Jiang Chen finally nodded and let go of his hand.

Qianwu went to the table and picked up the red candle, the red candle jumped out of a cluster of flames automatically, he turned and pushed open the door.

The people behind did not follow, but he heard a slight sound of the blade being unsheathed.

Qianwu calmly approached with a candle in his hand, and when he was about to approach, Beelzebub suddenly turned his head.

The moment he looked back, Qianwu saw the expression change in those eyes with his own eyes.

From resentment to bewilderment, weaving back and forth quickly, like shadows on the ground, flickering, ghosts in the world.

The kid kept opening his mouth to speak, but always interrupted suddenly.It's like two souls in the same body and want to say different things at the same time, no one can grab the right to use the mouth first.

Qianwu walked up to him, squatted down, and raised his hand to hold down the kid's big head.

"Are you strong?"

Beelzebub frowned inexplicably, his eyes suddenly changed, and he nodded impatiently.

Qianwu looked at him calmly, "You hate mom."

The little ghost struggled for a while, then nodded his head vigorously.

Qianwu added, "You never ate any raw rat filth while you were alive, your mother is lying."

Again, nod.

"Then have you successfully returned to your soul before?" Qian Wu suddenly frowned and asked.

This time the kid was in a daze for a long time.

It was as if two souls were fighting fiercely in the body. After a long time, his eyes suddenly widened and he shouted: "I want to! I can't!"

Then the hateful eyes disappeared again.

Qianwu suddenly understood.

"Your mother killed you for herself, but she didn't expect you to return to your soul." He looked at Zhuang Zhuang quietly, and after a while he said slowly: "But your body was occupied by demons at the same time, and you couldn't come back completely. Yeah?"

This time he got no response.

The Zhuang Zhuang in the little ghost's body seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. After he yelled the words just now, the shadow under the moonlight completely disappeared.After a long time, Beelzebub suddenly frowned and asked, "What strange words are you talking about?"

Qianwu's expression was suddenly indifferent, he stood up: "It's nothing."

Beelzebub turned his head back and forth, and then muttered puzzledly, "Did I go hungry, why did I sleepwalk in the yard in the middle of the night?"

"Do you remember taking you to the cemetery to watch the cremation today?" Qian Wu asked.

Beelzebub frowned, "What cremation? Barbecue?"

Qianwu: "..."

"I like to eat raw." Beelzebub muttered, and then smacked his hand in disgust, "Take this candle away, I understand, it's the disgusting smell from this thing, I want to Vomited."

Qianwu didn't say anything, he glanced at the ghost boy, then turned around with a red candle in his hand and said, "Then go back to sleep."

Before dawn, the sound of a sleeping ghost child snoring came from the next door.

Qian Wu and Jiang Chen sat together in a dark room, the survival code given by the nerve was spread out on the table, and a small word that just appeared appeared on it.

【#5 There are two souls in Beelzebub's body, one can eat people and the other can't. 】

"Why do you think the strong mother ate her own son?" Jiang Chen said in a low voice, "Could it be because of famine? But she only ate the head, not the body."

"Probably plague and famine." Qianwu said softly: "I know that in some backward civilizations, the head is holy and will not be attacked by diseases. If Zhuang Zhuang had been infected with the plague and couldn't survive, his mother thought If you eat him, you will probably only be able to eat his head."

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, he frowned tightly and remained silent.

Whether it is advocating the law or advocating military power, justice is engraved in his bones, and he hates this kind of behavior.

"But I don't care too much about the truth. When there are not enough clues and the intuition is strong, there is no need to entangle the motive, and it is enough to believe in the truth." Qianwu lowered his eyes and said: "I only have one question now."

Jiang Chen said for him: "Is that foreigner helping Zhuang Zhuang or his mother?"

Qianwu nodded, "The words on the back of the seal on the columbarium should be a hint of Zhuang Zhuang. He wrote with his own ashes. This may be a condition to trigger a clue. I want to take another look at the recipe."

The ingredients wrapped in the human skin were still waking up quietly. Before dawn, Qianwu and Jiang Chen entered Zhongliye's room, and thoroughly stirred up the two who were guarding the things and dared not sleep.

"Is it so exciting?" Peng Peng said tremblingly after hearing what they said, "I'm afraid Zhong Liye and I are trash, we didn't hear anything, just sat here in the dark and played backgammon all night."

"Did you take the recipe in the end?" Qian Wu turned to ask Zhong Liye.

Zhong Liye was a little surprised, he yawned and said, "That's right, didn't I just follow the recipe to make these scones?"

"Take it out and show me." Qianwu urged: "Quick."

"You are in a hurry." Peng Peng muttered while rubbing his red eyes, "I find you are a strange person sometimes, as long as you have a clue about the BOSS, you will jump up and down in a hurry. You are not in a hurry."

Qianwu ignored him, he frowned and watched Zhong Liye take out the cookbook, and then opened the Zhuang Zhuang urn.

"If the trigger clue is related to the ashes, why don't you try to sprinkle the ashes on the recipe." Jiang Chen said.

Qianwu nodded, "That's what I mean."

On the front of the yellowed paper is cursive English, and on the back is pencil writing written by Qianwu.He turned the paper to the front, picked up the strong ashes, and sprinkled them lightly.

Start from the upper left corner and spread thinly and densely until the whole paper is covered, just emptying a can of ashes.

"There's nothing." Peng Peng muttered, "Are you two thinking too much? I've only heard that soaking paper in water can develop it, but I haven't heard of the high technology of dusting."

Qian Wu frowned and looked closely for a long time, feeling a little disappointed.

Zhong Liye said, "Or, that's how the dungeon is set. If you have already deduced the general situation, then the remaining clues to break the game need to be guesswork? Don't we always admire sensitivity, intuition, and those mysterious things?" And something mysterious?"

"I don't think so." Qianwu shook his head and said, "The oven is the most critical part. The life-and-death button should not make us completely gamble. Like the boatman said, this is only the second copy, so there shouldn't be such a thing." High randomness."

Jiang Chen said suddenly, "Pour the ashes back into the jar and try."

Qian Wu was taken aback.

He turned his head and exchanged eyes with Jiang Chen, and suddenly understood what Jiang Chen meant in a flash.

He immediately bent down, carefully picked up the piece of paper, and tilted slightly along the mouth of the jar.

The ashes fell back into the jar rustlingly, and then, under the last line of the recipe, suddenly appeared two lines of English writing written in the ashes.

"What do you mean?" Peng Peng frowned, "I failed in English, who can translate for me?"

Zhong Liye said softly: "The first line, the foreigner said that he passed by here and received hints from the undead, but he is not capable enough, so he can only leave clues for future generations."

"What about the second row?" Peng Peng asked.

Qianwu put down the menu and said softly: "The second line. Kill the mother to make the stove, send away the demons, and release the resentful souls."

The author has something to say: why not just suck the man dry.

The little nerve rolled on the ground in resentment.