Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The majestic God's Gate is in front of you, and the ships in front pass by quickly, and those novice players have nothing to gain.

"I have a premonition that I'm going to be cold." Peng Peng sighed, "If you look at the standard of scoring by nerves, I really didn't do anything."

"It's the same." Qu Ying sighed, "The three of us are all messing around."

Peng Peng said dejectedly: "I'm just a GPS, the kind that can scream."

Qu Ying said, "I'm a cook, and cooking for players who are nervous may be my value."

Zhong Liye couldn't help laughing, "Then I will specialize in doing dirty work, and I can do any work that the boss thinks is dirty."

Qianwu lay on his back on the back seat, with his hands folded behind his head, staring at the majestic arch hole from the perspective of lying flat.

"Boss, how many points do you expect to get?" Peng Peng asked.

Qianwu groaned, "I don't know, I just look forward to opening the lucky bag."

"Hey, I thought that only ordinary people like me would be obsessed with opening boxes." Peng Peng scratched his head, "What do you want to open this time?"

"I don't know, let's eat." Qianwu yawned lightly, and looked at the door of the gods boredly, "I don't want to eat people after leaving the dungeon, but there is always a kind of hunger for the rest of my life, like being mistreated After 100 years, it is urgent to find a little sense of security.”

They were talking, and red writing had already begun to appear above the nerves.

[According to the difficulty of the dungeon, the highest score for sensitive nerves this time is 9 points, and there is no upper limit for calm nerves. 】

"It's different from what I imagined." Jiang Chen said in a low voice, "Is the full score of sensitivity so much higher this time than last time?"

Nervous ignored the player's question and continued to refresh the score on his own.

[Player Zhong Liye—No change in score]

Zhong Liye just smiled, "Sure enough."

[Player Qu Ying——]

Qu Ying sighed: "If there are no points in two consecutive copies, it is me."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, another line of bright red words appeared in the air.

[The bedmate is eaten without alarm, calm +1, and the total value increases]

"I'm going?" Peng Peng stood up suddenly, "She was bewitched by Beelzebub's demon spell and passed out, okay? What kind of calm is this, and it didn't promote the progress of the dungeon?"

Qu Ying also frowned, and the boatman suddenly said quietly: "She saved her life, and saving her life is what a calm nerve should do."

Jiang Chen suddenly said lightly: "That's it, then I will remember."

Qianwu squinted at his tall and straight back.

Jiang Chen said, "I slept soundly when Qianwu was almost eaten the first night. If I don't have this bonus item later, I will appeal."

"Heh." Qianwu chuckled, "I will refuse your offer for my nerves."

Jiang Chen looked back at him, "Why?"

"Player Jiang Chen, +1 for keeping his life calm; -1 for being too calm and almost allowing his teammates to be eaten; even." Qianwu said in a nervous tone.

[Player Peng Peng——]

Peng Peng clenched his fists nervously and stared at the air, with small eyes that knew he had no part but longed for a miracle.

[Preventing a Beelzebub attack, calmness +1, the total value increases]

Zhong Liye frowned, "When?"

Peng Peng himself was puzzled, "Why don't I know?"

The nerves seemed very impatient, and after a while, three words appeared slowly: [Outside the cemetery].

Peng Peng wrinkled his face and struggled to recall, after a while he suddenly beat his palms and said, "Ah! I see."

"What's going on?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Didn't I take Beelzebub for a walk outside when I went to the cemetery to collect ashes? At that time, we didn't know about Zhuang Zhuang, but Beelzebub should have seen Zhuang Zhuang with Jia Mao the night before. The urn is gone, I can’t remember it and I can’t forget it, I’ve been thinking about it all the time.” Peng Peng said, “We were walking around, and he suddenly turned around and asked me, brother, do you know Zhuang Zhuang?”

The atmosphere on the boat suddenly became solemn. Even though the dungeon was over, it still made people feel chills all over.

Qu Ying swallowed, and asked nervously, "How do you answer?"

"I said I know you." Peng Peng spread his hands, "My nickname is Zhuang Zhuang. My nickname is really Zhuang Zhuang, Peng Zhuangzhuang. I asked him how he knew."

"..."

Zhong Liye was expressionless: "What about Beelzebub?"

"He was silent." Peng Peng said.

So everyone on board fell silent.

"This may be the luck brought by the auspicious cards." Qian Wu mused thoughtfully, "Make people who are already lucky even more lucky."

"Participating! I'm happy! I'm so happy today." Peng Peng sat down, the small wooden boat shook violently twice, and the boatman knocked on the side of the boat with his oar in dissatisfaction.

"It's my turn." Jiang Chen said.

[Player Jiang Chen——]

The door lived up to expectations, and it was stuck for more than ten seconds like last time.

[Prevent player Qianwu from killing the boss, calm down +2]

[Identify and design to kill the exile, calm +1.5]

"Is there any extra points for identifying exiles?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The boatman replied: "Yes. When the exile threatens the player's safety, the neurotic player will get extra points for killing the exile."

As soon as the boatman finished speaking, he paused again, thinking about it and said: "But you still have a decimal point of [-]. It is probably because you killed the exile and promoted the dungeon process."

"Indeed." Zhong Liye nodded, "Chen Yong's eyes made the last raisins for Beelzebub."

[Hey Qianwu, calm down +2]

"I know that." Jiang Chen smiled.

Qianwu stared at him emotionlessly from behind.

He seemed to feel something, and after a slight pause, he said: "There are so many bonus points for this item, it really must be kind to be a human being."

Qianwu snorted again behind his back.

[Insult the nerve within the nerve, calm down -1]

"What the hell." Jiang Chen immediately frowned, "What is insulting nerves?"

Peng Peng weakly raised his hand, "It should be in the morning, you said the nerves are poisonous."

"..."

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows provocatively, looked into the air and said, "Are you so glassy, ​​is it lack of love?"

Two seconds later, "-1" was angrily changed twice in red, turning into a distorted "-2".

Jiang Chen lost his expression, and said coldly: "Give it whatever you want, I don't care."

[Player Jiang Chen, final calm +3.5, total value increased]

Qian Wu yawned and said, "Be content, you've got points quickly."

"Indeed." The boatman also nodded, and the voice came from his belly, and said: "But it's normal, this is the second dungeon, right? The rookies in the previous dungeon haven't died yet, and the points are all in the hands of talented people." inner."

[Player Qianwu——]

Peng Peng kicked Qianwu's foot, "Sit up, let your nerves feel a little respected, and I will give you more points!"

Not only did Qianwu not move, but he yawned even bigger, and closed his eyes sleepily.

[Beelzebub tries hard to act like a normal child, sensitive +2]

[Beelzebub is afraid of recalling Zhuang Zhuang, sensitive +2]

[Trigger strong and past, sensitive +3]

"There is only one thing I don't understand." Zhong Liye said in a low voice: "Although these are important processes, they shouldn't just raise their hands and give them two and three points, right?"

Peng Peng nodded sadly, "Comparing us seems like a waste."

Jiang Chen looked at the sky, and after a while, no new words appeared. He frowned slightly and said, "It's not full. The highest scoring space is nine points, two points less."

"Student masters, don't show off." Peng Peng muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's almost done."

Jiang Chen frowned and said nothing, but the boatman suddenly asked: "Maybe you came out too fast."

Zhong Liye raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is it wrong to come out quickly?"

Just as the boatman was about to explain, Qianwu, who was lying with half-closed eyes, suddenly said in a low voice: "Completing the dungeon is not the main content of the nerve assessment. Maybe we came out too eagerly after knowing the final clue, and maybe skipped some points."

The boatman nodded, "Yes, that's basically what it means."

The nerve didn't explain much, and then quickly refreshed downwards.

[Want to kill Beelzebub, calm down -4]

"I'll wipe it." Peng Peng sat up all of a sudden, "so much less??"

"I'm so scared." Qu Ying murmured, "Fortunately, last time I had the immunity for the first newcomer."

Qianwu didn't respond, and continued to look at the sky wearily.

[Eating players who play a major role in advancing the dungeon, calm down -1]

[Eating it again, calm down -1]

Qianwu: "..."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"You two are conserved." Zhong Liye pointed at them calmly, "Jiang Chen feeds you twice +2, you eat twice -2."

[Player Qianwu, Sensitivity +7, Calmness -6, the total value increases]

"It's too exciting." Peng Peng sighed, "Qianwu's addition and subtraction have ups and downs, and the final total value change is the same as ours."

Qianwu didn't say anything, he looked down at his arm.

The last dungeon was sensitive and scored 5 points, this time it scored 7 points, directly reaching double digits, and the red nerve is already more than two centimeters long.

The blue nerve is very miserable, with a total of negative ten in the front and back. It is manifested in the arm, which grows in the opposite direction to the side near the shoulder. It is opposite to the red nerve, and the length is almost the same.

"You have to be calm." Jiang Chen glanced at him, "Otherwise your blue nerves are going to be overwhelmed."

Qian Wu smiled softly, "Let's leave it to Young Marshal Jiang to calm down."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Peng Peng nodded frantically, "I figured it out, you two are big brothers who complement each other, you two should be together."

There was an enigmatic silence on board.

Zhong Liye was too lazy to call him, and just pretended to be dead. After a long time, Qu Ying let out a long sigh, supported her forehead in distress and said, "Even I can see it..."

Jiang Chen and Qianwu didn't speak, but there seemed to be a kind of embarrassment spreading in the dark.Qian Wu stared at Jiang Chen's back, a little nervous that he didn't want to admit.But he observed that Jiang Chen was also tense, even if Young Marshal Jiang didn't show his face anymore, people's instinctive muscles tensed up in an instant, and the subtle changes in the contours of the body would not escape the painter's eyes.

"Lucky bags." The boatman suddenly swung the oars across and said, "The ones with higher scores can be fished."

"I'll go first this time." Qu Ying said with a smile, "I didn't do it last time."

She successfully fished out the small black bag, opened it, and found several cans of spices, including sugar and salt, as well as sweet soy sauce and chili powder.

"Are you a cook?" asked the boatman.

Qu Ying nodded, putting away the lucky bag with some dumbfounding, "Sure enough, the first lucky bag is probably related to a profession. But why give me the seasoning, give me the pot."

A round doorknob was opened out of Peng Peng's lucky bag, made of brass, heavy and heavy, with four words written on the top.

"Limited to one use."

"This is a good thing." The boatman's voice suddenly became serious, "Only players who get a score increase in the first dungeon can unlock powerful props. After that, no matter how fast the players score, they can only get them randomly. Some small things, most of them have nothing to do with dungeons. The chances of such a one-time-use small prop in the blessing bag of the sea of ​​nerves are already very small, you are very lucky."

"That's it." Peng Peng breathed out quickly, and rubbed his sleeves, "Then I have to put it away, and don't care what it's for."

"Maybe it's any door." Qianwu said suddenly.

Peng Peng: "Huh?"

"This is a door lock handle. If you place it on any wall, you may be able to open a door and go in." Qianwu said lightly, "I don't know. It's just a wild guess. When I was young, I read a lot of animation stories like this. section of the bridge."

"It can only be used once, and it seems that we can only try it at a critical moment." Peng Peng sighed.

"It's me." Jiang Chen said, lazily stretched out his hand to fish in the sea, and pulled out a black lucky bag.

"Among the props last time, Jiang Chen's is the best." Zhong Liye said, "Although that code will only emerge when we guess a certain piece of information correctly, it also has a very good verification effect."

Jiang Chen didn't comment, he opened the bag and reached into it.

After a moment, he frowned.

Everyone could see his hands scratching everywhere in the lucky bag, and then Jiang Chen frowned more and more, and said, "There is nothing."

"Huh?" Peng Peng was shocked, "Impossible?!"

The boatman shook his head calmly, "Impossible, if there is a lucky bag, there is something, nerves are not stingy."

Jiang Chen had no choice but to continue to touch around patiently, and finally, after touching the inner wall of the lucky bag, he touched a small flat thing, like a small piece of paper.

With a dark face, he pulled the thing out and spread it in the palm of his hand.

A Band-Aid.

"..."

Lying bored, Qian Wu turned over and sat up, and said with a smile, "You are so caring, I know you have a wound on your neck."

Zhong Liye inhaled, "This is too picky! And this band-aid is so small, it will hurt even more if it sticks to the wound as big as Jiang Chen's neck."

"Maybe that's the purpose of the nerves." The boatman said quietly, "Did you provoke the nerves?"

"..."

The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched, and after a while, he threw the Band-Aid into the lucky bag, tightened the mouth of the bag, and threw it back into the sea.

"I don't want this, do it again." He stared coldly at the sea of ​​nerves and said.

However, the lucky bag sank to the bottom of the sea, and if I reached out to fish it, nothing could be found.

"The nerve is very proud." The boatman said lightly: "The nerve does not allow provocation."

"Heh." Jiang Chen just scoffed.

Qianwu's lucky bag was a bit heavy, and he could feel it when he picked it up.

Each lucky bag is a space bag, which can hold things many times larger than the lucky bag itself, but the difference in weight is very slight.But this time, his lucky bag was significantly heavier than last time.

He opened the lucky bag, put his hand in it, and just touched it a few times before he let out a soft "Huh?"

Jiang Chen glanced at his lucky bag.

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "There seems to be a lot of things, let me take them out."

Jiang Chen: "..."

The first item, a praline cake in a nice little box.

The second thing, a big jar of chocolates.

The third item is cold milk in a glass bottle that is steaming slightly.

The fourth item is the plump matcha Daifuku.

"I'm going to call the police." Peng Peng's eyes straightened, "What do you really want? You said you were hungry, and the nerves gave you a lot of food??"

Qu Ying suddenly clapped her hands in regret, "Why don't you say you want to go out!"

Both Zhong Liye and Jiang Chen were speechless, but Qianwu was still digging out.

After taking out an unknown number of food items, he suddenly frowned and said, "There are other things."

The last two.

A soft and good-looking gray silk shirt is quite in line with Qianwu's dressing aesthetics.

A thick collection of paintings, which contains many unknown but interesting works.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt his temples twitch wildly, and said in a cold voice: "This can no longer be called a preference."

"It's called flattery!" Peng Peng put his hands on his hips angrily, "It's begging! Good! You!"

The boat traveled a long way again, and the people on board were still chattering about Qianwu's lucky bag.

Qianwu had already finished eating several kinds of food, and was lying down with a smile under the abundance of sweets, with the bottle of iced milk in his hand, touching it with his fingertips made him feel very good.

"There are food, clothes, and picture albums to read at leisure." Jiang Chen couldn't help but whispered: "Life in your dreams, huh?"

Qianwu smiled, "Yes."

Peng Peng wailed, "Father boatman, when can we get to the blood-sucking place? I'm so hungry."

"I'm trying to get over, but I can't get close." The boatman frowned and said, "I'll try again. If you can't get over, it means you have something else."

"What is something else?" Zhong Liye suddenly became interested, "Is there any other possibility besides sucking blood?"

"Yes." The boatman said after thinking, "The team with the best performance has a chance to trigger the whole team reward. How about you go into the tent and have a look?"

"What's so good about the tent, isn't it just a space like an old carriage?" Peng Peng walked over while talking, and casually lifted the curtain.

"Me! Come on!"

He waved his hand in shock, "Come on, come on, come on! It's changed!"

Everyone approached and found that there was no cabin space in the tent, but a dark door instead.

The boatman held his oars.

"I really don't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"The Gate of the Past, I will send you back to a gentle past. It is usually triggered after four or five dungeons, and it is used to reward the team that kills blood. You will get the Gate of the Past directly after the second dungeon. It shows that the difficulty of the next dungeon will have a very large jump."

Qianwu didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence, and his black eyes seemed to be a little distracted. After a while, he murmured: "In the past..."

"You have to open the doors one by one and go in," said the boatman. "It will randomly send you back to a period of the past in the depths of your memory. Before the next copy arrives, you will fall asleep and return to the cabin when you open your eyes."

Qianwu felt his heart subtly stagnate for a moment.

Jiang Chen in front of him also suddenly became stiff.

"The gentle past, is that a good memory?" Qu Ying asked.

"Not necessarily, it depends on what's in your heart. Some people have darkness written in their souls, and the tenderness to him may not be what ordinary people understand." The boatman paused, "Oh, but from his own point of view , may indeed be beautiful.”

Hearing this, Peng Peng clasped his fists and closed his eyes, saying: "Let me go back to the Sunday night before I entered the nerve, sitting directly in front of the hot pot, the moment when I just mixed the sesame oil, please please!"

"How long is it?" Jiang Chen asked.

The boatman said, "It won't be long. The longest time I can do it is only one day and one night. You should cherish the time."

"Understood." Jiang Chen nodded, "Let's go in one by one."

Ms. Qu Ying takes priority, then Peng Peng, and then Zhong Liye.

They entered the tent one by one, opened the black door, and disappeared into the dazzling white light.

The third time the gate closed, Jiang Chen glanced at Qianwu, and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

"Go ahead." He said gently, "I'm the rear."

Qian Wu nodded silently, Jiang Chen accompanied him to the door and opened it for him.

When I came into contact with the white light at close range, I didn't find it dazzling, but very soft.

"What do you think it will be?" Qianwu asked.

Jiang Chen stared at him, and said softly: "Our past, what else is there besides each other?"

Qian Wu stepped in front of the door, and heard Jiang Chen whispering again.

"Maybe I'm a little jealous of the old me who is about to reunite with you."

He froze for a moment, and was about to turn around to speak again, but saw the door closed behind him.

Qianwu turned around abruptly.

I was standing on the street full of traffic and people, teenagers on skateboards were speeding through the streets of England, and homeless singers were playing guitar not far away.There was a whining sound behind him, and the trams crowded through the noisy streets.

Not far in front of him, the young man wrapped in a dark blue long windbreaker suddenly looked back.

Around his neck was the couple scarf hidden in his closet, Jiang Chen waved to him, "Come here, baby!"

Qian Wu was stunned for a while.

Then he discovered that he had also changed into a camel-colored woolen overcoat at some point, and that scarf of the same style and different colors hung down from his chest, and the thin fluff seemed to prick his chin.

Standing beside Jiang Chen was a bearded man in casual clothes with a gentle smile.

Qianwu couldn't be more familiar with this person.

Charles Biro, the world's top dessert master, is best at praline cakes and saha cakes.

He suddenly realized when he was back.

In winter when he was 19 years old, he traveled with Jiang Chen.Because he loves to eat sweets, Jiang Chen took him across the entire ocean and walked aimlessly on the streets of foreign countries for a while, and then unexpectedly "ran into" this dessert master who Qianwu admired for a long time.

Qianwu heard his heart beating calmly and powerfully, exhaled white air from his mouth, the cold wind shaved his face, he shrank his face in the scarf, and walked forward almost involuntarily.

"Biro..." he murmured.

The bearded man smiled at him, and said with a strong accent: "The first time we met, I actually liked you two very much, especially you! Jiang said that he hoped that I could make a cake for the world's dessert masters. Would you like to make a cake?" Don't you want to come to my studio?"

Qianwu was dumbfounded.

After many years, I heard this sentence again, which is exactly the same as back then.

But it's hard to say which moment is more touching now or in the past.

He heard himself nodding his head like he couldn't control it.

The author has something to say: the little nerve rubbed the floor expectantly.

I'll give you everything I have to eat, he muttered, how about me?