Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The road into the town is winding and twisted, washed by the heavy rain and muddy, making it difficult for the players to walk.

Purgatory walks slowly ahead, never looking back, but every time the player slows down, he slows down too.

The torrential rain washed down from the top of his head, but his hair and clothes were not affected at all, as if there was a wall of protection from the rain along the outline of his body.When every bolt of lightning illuminates, the man who doesn't touch a drop of rain adds a touch of fear to the rainy night.

Peng Peng rubbed against Qian Wu, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, did you feel anything?"

Qianwu stared at Lian Jizi's back expressionlessly, "I'm not a brain wave detector."

Jiang Chen glanced at him, Peng Peng silently moved two steps aside, covered his hat and said: "Oh, I'm too impatient. I get irritable when it rains, my hat is completely soaked, and my hairstyle is all gone. "

"Do you even have a hairstyle?" Zhong Liye was a little surprised, "I thought you had an afro that couldn't be cleaned up, and you could barely keep it down with a hat."

"This is the trend." Peng Peng angrily wanted to take off his hat to prove himself, but he pinched the wet brim of the hat with his hand and wilted back.

"The atmosphere in your team is good." The man who was the last to land on the island suddenly thought in a low voice: "It seems that there is a high probability that he is not an exile."

Qian Wu heard the words and looked back at him.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Chen asked.

The man smiled and explained: "Because the first two books were almost killed by the exile, we discussed with the boatman for a long time before we came. The boatman said that after a group of players are exiled by nerves, the team will be broken up. They all shuttle randomly, and it is almost impossible to be with the original teammates. Therefore, the exiles usually come and go alone, even if someone uses props to confuse some players to pretend to be their teammates, they will not be very familiar with each other."

Qianwu nodded, "Indeed."

Chen Yong in the Beelzebub dungeon is a lone wolf, and he just found a reasonable reason for himself.

"But this kind of judgment line of thinking may be more useful in the first few dungeons." The man said, "The boatman said that in the latter part, most of the people are fighting alone, and it is easy for the exiles to mix in."

After these words, the atmosphere among the players became suppressed.

Everyone knows that the survival rate will be lower and lower. The initial complete team may become a lone wolf or the entire group will be wiped out after a few copies.

"My name is Da Bing." The man smiled and pulled up the drenched sleeves on his arms, then turned his head and pointed at the other two, "These two are my teammates, this young lady is Eggplant, and the tall one is Wenli."

Dabing's two nerves are light pink and sky blue respectively, and his talent conditions are not bad, maybe even slightly better than Zhong Liye and Qu Ying.His two nerves are about two or three points, and his calmness is slightly higher.

Qian Wu turned his head, and a man and a woman behind him also opened their sleeves one after another.Eggplant is a slightly chubby girl in a cartoon dress, she is tall and looks silent and sharp.The talent and stats of this team are almost the same, but the talent of hearing sensitivity is weaker, and the points are basically scored on calmness.

People from the other team also rolled up their sleeves and introduced themselves.

The leading boy was about the same age as Peng Peng, wearing glasses, "Ah, call me Xiaobai, this is my teammate Fatty, poet brother, Q boy, Miaomiao."

According to visual estimation, the members of this team are all 27 or [-] years old, and only Miaomiao is a woman.Qian Wu glanced over and saw that they had different talents and values, but everyone rolled up their sleeves in a candid manner. Except for Miao Miao who was a little shy and blushing, the rest of them waved hello with a smile.

"Every team has a spokesperson." Peng Peng glanced at Zhong Liye as he spoke.

Zhong Liye immediately said to him seriously, "Please."

"Hey, I'm sorry." Peng Peng scratched his wet hat, "Then I will represent our team. My name is Peng Peng, this is Zhong Liye, Miss Qu Ying is the chef, and these two Big guys, Qianwu and Jiang Chen."

"We both know these two." Eggplant took a light breath, "Just now, Da Bing and I have been whispering secretly whether it's them. I'm stunned, I can meet high-ranking officials and celebrities in my nerves."

Qianwu hooked the corners of his lips, while Jiang Chen remained silent as usual.The other three pulled up their sleeves, and the two of them also showed their values ​​one after another.

The players behind were silent for a minute.

"There are dragons and phoenixes among people." Xiaobai pushed his glasses, and said seriously: "Leaving aside the talent that is beyond the watch, Qianwu, how calm are you?"

Qianwu looked at him with a smile, "It's okay. Occasionally test the rules of survival."

Jiang Chen said with a cold face, "I often take the boss back to the room for the night."

"..."

"It's much more reassuring to have a team led by a talented person." Eggplant breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "We just thought about it, and it looks like no one is like an exile. Without the original of an exile, the boss is probably bloody. "

"The rule just now is actually quite scary." Peng Peng said in a low voice, "To protect the four key NPCs, the question is who are the four key NPCs? Let people guess wildly. Is there any way to rule?"

Hearing this, Qianwu raised his eyes and looked at the purgatory son in front of him.

Purgatory son is not far from everyone, if he wants, he can definitely listen to every word everyone says.

But he didn't respond from the beginning to the end, and his posture never changed, as if he didn't care what the people behind him thought.

A world under the supervision of demons.

The devil seems to be the supervisor from the perspective of God, and he doesn't care about the psychological activities of the ants at all, even if they are planning to overthrow the supervision, they will not be taken seriously.

Qianwu felt uncomfortable for no reason, he frowned, and said in a low voice: "The nerves should give players time to adapt to the rules of the dungeon, even if some unlucky people pay their lives for it, the four NPCs will not be arranged to die soon. Compared with who the four NPCs are, everyone should pay more attention to the safety of themselves and teammates in the early stage."

Jiang Chen nodded lightly, "Well, don't forget what's written on the sign. Every day, people trigger different death conditions and die. There may be [-] kinds of ghosts in this dungeon, corresponding to [-] kinds of death trigger conditions. Everyone, be careful."

After walking for more than half an hour in the torrential rain, they finally officially entered the town.

Unlike the barren village in the previous dungeon, the town looks very prosperous and happy, with small buildings closely arranged, and high and low signboards hanging all over the streets.In the middle of the rainstorm, there are still pedestrians with umbrellas coming and going on the road.

The only one without an umbrella was a crazy old beggar, huddled under the eaves of a certain house, shivering while pulling at the hole in his worn clothes.

"What are they doing out of the rain when they're not at home?" Peng Peng muttered, frowning.

Qian Wu turned his head in silence, and exchanged a glance with Jiang Chen.

Ordinary people will not come out during the midnight rainstorm.

The sign says that everyone may be a demon, which means that demons will appear in the world in human form every day, but the extreme weather makes them appear. After all, as Peng Peng said, ordinary people should sleep at home to hide from the rain.

A man in a rough gray coat passed by Purgatory and bowed his head respectfully.

"Master Badian."

Purgatory Zi brushed past him indifferently, without responding.

That guy wasn't embarrassed either. He bowed and watched Purgatory go away, before turning around and continuing to walk in the rain after a long time.

Obviously there was a large group of people behind Lian Guizi, but that guy seemed to only have Lian Guizi in his eyes, as if the people behind him were not human beings, and were not worthy of his attention.

The inexplicable discomfort struck again, Qianwu subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his temple.

Qu Ying suddenly said, "There is no normal person on this street, and nine out of ten are demons."

The purgatory son who had been silent all this time suddenly laughed lightly in front of him.

"exactly."

Everyone suffocated.

Purgatory son whispered in a slightly sighing voice: "They are all under my command."

"..."

He finally stopped in front of a small wooden building, turned around and looked at the crowd indifferently, "The new townspeople have to live here for ten and a half months first, and then find their own homes and jobs. Purgatory supervises this Towns and cities, everyone must have known this. As regulators, we will inspect your words and deeds every day during this period, and if anyone goes out of line, they may be dismissed."

Qianwu heard Peng Peng humming in a mosquito voice behind him and said: "Get rid of me, right now, please."

He couldn't help looking back helplessly, and Peng Peng immediately made a zipper movement on his mouth.

Purgatory, however, seemed to hear the voice, and his eyes fell on Peng Peng, "Personally, I am more inclined to return the townspeople that I don't like, but my subordinates generally feel that it is too troublesome to return a human, so it is better to kill them directly."

Everyone suddenly held their breath.

The Purgator sighed softly, and said, "I don't agree with them, but they have the right to be so willful. After all, we in Purgatory are very cruel and bloodthirsty. So, please mind your words and deeds."

No one said anything.Everyone stared at the man with picturesque eyebrows but strange style.

Qianwu is also observing that after leaving the simple-minded Beelzebub, his empathy seems to have returned, and it even seems to be sharper than before.Purgatory Man never paid attention to them human beings from the beginning to the end, but at this moment when he mentioned the ghosts under his command, he felt a lingering annoyance.

He seems to be an embarrassing existence, who despises humans and hates demons—even though he is a demon himself, and he is still an adult.

"Everyone, stay here, take care of yourself, eat and live as you like, and ghosts will come to deliver fresh ingredients every day." Lian Guizi came back to his senses and said, "Take care."

After he finished speaking, he turned around calmly, and Peng Peng called out: "Is this the end?"

He ignored it, as if he didn't hear it at all, and gradually disappeared into the dark rainy night.

"Stop standing in the rain." Jiang Chen said, "Come in."

The players seemed to realize that they had been drenched in the rain for nothing, and stepped into the threshold in embarrassment, and Qianwu followed.

The signboard hanging in the small wooden building reads "Xinzhenmin Inn". There are two floors in the building. The lower floor is the restaurant layout that is usually found in inns, and the upper floor is a row of guest rooms.The small building is made of wood from the ceiling to the furniture to the floor. It is not good wood, but it is clean and solid, much better than the previous village.

Qu Ying waved aside the curtain behind the counter and took a look inside, and said pleasantly, "There is a kitchen."

The male player with pigtails called "Poet" said: "I'm a little hungry, let's make some noodles quickly, who can come with me?"

"Let me cook, halfway through the meal before landing on the island, and now my stomach is growling." Qu Ying has already entered the kitchen, ordered some ingredients and said: "I can still fry a few dishes, who will eat?"

Six or seven people raised their hands.Qu Ying smiled: "Then I'll just cook a big pot of rice, and those who are not hungry will eat some."

Qian Wu had no objection, Jiang Chen had already gone upstairs, his military boots were stepping steadily on the wooden stairs, creaking.

"What's it like upstairs?" Peng Peng stretched his neck and asked.

Jiang Chen pushed open the doors of the two rooms, looked at them, and said, "They are all ordinary guest rooms, only eight."

Eggplant said, "There are thirteen of us, right? Five of us need to live with two people."

"You are good at math." Xiaobai said with emotion, "I have never failed in math."

Qu Ying said in the kitchen: "We three girls can squeeze together, don't you mind?"

Miaomiao and Eggplant readily agreed.

Peng Peng said, "Then there will be three more duo groups. Zhong Liye and I can be together, and Jiang Chen and Qianwu can be together."

Hearing this, Qianwu quietly turned his head and glanced at him.

Peng Peng was unconscious, and asked, "Who else wants to live together?"

"Then let's both." Xiaobai pulled the poet and said, "The rest of you share a room, okay?"

Everyone has no opinion.Qu Ying was already cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma wafted away. Several players went in to watch her cook, while Qian Wu and Jiang Chen went back to the room first.

The room is quite spacious, the bed can sleep two people, and there are tables, chairs and cabinets.

Qian Wu went to the window, the heavy rain poured in through the open window, already wet the ground.The cracks in the wood were full of water. He gently opened the window and watched the "pedestrians" who occasionally passed by in the rainy night.

"They all look normal." Jiang Chen said: "If these ghosts walk among the crowd during the day, it may be difficult to identify them."

"Not necessarily." Qianwu said, "Ghosts are very indifferent to humans. If they don't pretend to be friendly during the day, it's still easy to distinguish."

But he sighed again, "But it shouldn't be that simple."

"Close the window, you're drenched."

As Jiang Chen said, he took out another quilt from the closet, and began to place the floor bedding beside the bed, "Old rules, you sleep on the bed. This time I put the floor bedding closer to the bed, in case something happens in the middle of the night, you really If you can’t wake up, just throw something down and hit me.”

Qianwu watched his movements, didn't say anything, just asked: "Can I take a bath?"

"There is a bathroom downstairs. I just took a look. There is a hot water tank." Jiang Chen said, "They are all in a hurry to eat, so go ahead and use hot water to wash your hair."

Qianwu groaned, walked to the door and turned around.

Jiang Chen was drenched all over, he had just taken off his windbreaker, and the shirt was stuck to his body, outlining the outline of tight muscles.

With his back facing him, he straightened the bedding on the bed, pounded the pillows to make them soft, and gently moved his shoulder blades when he moved.

"Is your door to the past really an elementary school?" Qianwu asked suddenly.

Jiang Chen froze for a moment, then quickly recovered, "Well, what's wrong?"

"I just find it very strange." Qianwu said, "I thought that everyone returned to a representative past, and the elementary school days are too long ago, and it seems that nothing memorable happened."

"Didn't anything happen?" Jiang Chen stood up and looked back at him, "I dreamed that I teamed up with you in a volleyball class, and when the ball was served, you not only refused to catch it but also stood there stupidly, only to be hit on the head by my ball , I got such a big bump on my forehead that I was scolded by my mother."

Qianwu raised the corners of his lips when he heard the words, "Ah, it seems that that incident has left an indelible shadow on your young mind."

Jiang Chen snorted, "It's okay to be scolded, mainly because of your mental torture. After that, you rubbed your head every time you asked me for something for a year. I have already reflexed to that action."

Qianwu smiled and opened the door, "Go take a shower first."

"Go." Jiang Chen said.

After walking out of the room, the smile on the corner of Qianwu's mouth gradually disappeared.

Jiang Chen is lying.

His explanation was too serious and cautious, as if he was defending the client in a moot court in college.This is very abnormal.

Qianwu thought sleepily, this guy most likely returned to his college days.For two or three years, he traveled around the world sketching all year round, and Jiang Chen also traveled with him, and the two kissed and made love in different countries and different scenery.

Qianwu's face suddenly became a little ugly.

He denounced him for going back to the past and almost sleeping with his "ex", who knows what Jiang Chen himself did.

Still elementary school.

Thank goodness he can pull it out.

After taking two steps, he suddenly turned back and pushed open the door.

Jiang Chen who was sitting at the table in a daze was stunned, "What's wrong?"

Qianwu looked at him for a while and said, "Next time I go to the Gate of the Past—"

Jiang Chen: "?"

Qian Wu lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "After all, it is a real memory of each other. Neither of us has the right to restrain each other with the morality of the "predecessor". Let me remind you."

Jiang Chen: "?"

"If you want to hold an exhibition in the future, even if it is a very small one that loses money, you have to spend more money on security." Qianwu said a little displeased, "Don't let people smash the venue so shameless."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly became tender.

"Okay." He said, "If I can go back to that time, I will remind you. If it is too late to remind you, your place will be ruined, and I will try to comfort you."

"That's not necessary." Qianwu raised his eyebrows, "To tell you the truth, I met Charles by chance when I had a breakdown, and listening to his ramblings was quite healing."

"Really, that's good." Jiang Chen smiled, "I will remember this."

"Thank you." Qianwu said, turned around and went out, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, Zhong Liye came up and asked him, "How is the room condition?"

"Alright." Qian Wu said, suddenly stopped, "How about your Gate of the Past?"

"Huh?" Zhong Liye was stunned.

Qian Wu said indifferently: "Qu Ying went back to work as a cook for a day, Peng Peng... I don't know, probably after eating hot pot for a day, Jiang Chen and I returned to our school days, how about you? You seemed very tired when you came out."

Zhong Liye smiled, "I also returned to my old job for a day."

"Veterinarian?" Qianwu asked.

Zhong Liye nodded, "Yeah. I operated on two puppies and worked all day. I came back as soon as I put down the scalpel."

"So that's the case." Qian Wu nodded, and brushed past him.

It wasn't until he walked into the bathroom that he frowned slightly.

Zhong Liye seemed to be lying too.Or if not lying, hiding something.

The boatman said last time that only those who cannot survive in the outside world will enter the nerves, which actually confirms his feelings to a certain extent.Many people in the dungeon are not normal. They look calm on the surface, but they always seem to be stretched by a delicate string. Once the string is broken, some people will lose control.

He himself has suffered from depression, and he has also seen many problems in other players of these two books, such as being irritable, gloomy, and anti-social.

But the frightening thing was that, except for him, he didn't see any clues in anyone else in the team.Jiang Chen couldn't be more normal, Zhong Liye's occupation is just a bit mysterious, Peng Peng is an invincible living treasure, Qu Ying is quiet and gentle except for that time when she was bewitched and made a mistake.

Qianwu sighed.

After taking a hot bath, everyone sat outside to eat, and Jiang Chen was also at the dining table.

"I left a pair of chopsticks for you." Jiang Chen waved with a smile, "Qu Ying's craftsmanship is really good."

Qian Wu walked over, and there were actually eight dishes on the table, all of which were delicious in color and fragrance, and there was a reassuring heat on the white rice.

"It's so delicious." Peng Peng ate without raising his head, "It's so delicious."

Qianwu was not hungry, he only tasted two mouthfuls of each dish, it was indeed very good craftsmanship.

"What about our dungeon?" Da Bing suddenly said, "Everyone is very tired today, and it's midnight, so hurry up and make plans before going to bed?"

Jiang Chen said: "There are townspeople who die every day, that is to say, they are faced with the possibility of key NPCs dying every day. There are no other clues, we have to start with the dead."

"I also agree to start with the investigation of the deceased." Xiaobai said, "Also, it's best for everyone to act together, take care of each other, and don't be fooled by the ghosts all over the street."

"Ah."

"Could a key NPC die on the first night?" Peng Peng muttered as he poked the rice, "If we wake up tomorrow morning and find that a townsman died tonight, whose identity is unknown, should we make sure that we have already lost Mental preparation for a quarter chance?"

"Probably." Eggplant sighed, "Everyone who died, you don't know whether he is a key NPC, the knife is on the head, and there is no signal where it falls. It's so difficult, I have no clue at all .”

Dinner was over soon, Peng Peng and Xiao Bai went to wash the dishes, and everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

People below are queuing to use the bathroom, footsteps and voices are constantly coming and going in the corridor, Qian Wu is lying in the dark room, it is difficult to fall asleep.

After a while, Jiang Chen carefully opened the door.

"Not asleep." Qianwu said looking at the ceiling.

"Oh." Jiang Chen came in and wiped his hair casually, "The sound insulation here is poor, if you really can't sleep, just light the candle."

"Today, that ghost called Lian Guizi Lord Badian." Qian Wu suddenly said softly.

Jiang Chen paused, "What's wrong?"

"I've seen a painting by my colleagues. In the painting, there are nine floors of purgatory, and there are ghost kings on each floor." Qianwu sighed, "There won't be nine ghost kings in this town, right?"

"It's hard to say." Jiang Chen frowned upon hearing the words, "But different regions have different interpretations of hell, isn't it said that it is the eighteenth floor?"

"..." Qianwu glanced at him faintly.

Jiang Chen shook his head and said: "Personally, I don't think it is possible to create so many big bosses. The first two dungeons have a very clear process, and this dungeon has been confusing until now, and the difficulty is already very high."

"I hope." Qianwu looked at him lying on the ground and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

He turned over and yawned, and muttered, "I have no idea, I can only pray that the first person to die doesn't hit the key NPC."

"Judging from the number of houses, there are at least hundreds or even thousands of people in the town." Jiang Chen comforted him, "It's a coincidence that one of the key NPCs will die when they die, so sleep peacefully."

The next morning, newspaper sellers carried poles and sent shouts into the streets and alleys.

"Extraordinary, five more died from last night to this morning! Another five died!!"

The players who just got up and gathered for breakfast were all still.

Male silent female tears.

"Five?!" Peng Peng shouted out of the door with a shocked face, "Are you serious?! Are you sure you read it right??"

The newspaper seller who happened to pass by outside the inn heard the words and put down his pole, twisted out a handwritten tabloid, and looked closely at it.

"Ah, misread, sorry." He said.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Peng Peng picked up his chopsticks again, he heard the man casually put a handwritten newspaper at the door, and while picking up the pole again, he yelled: "The report is wrong! The name is wrong, it rained last night, and fifty people died! Die!" Fifty of them!!!"

"..."

"Fuck." Peng Peng looked blankly at the door and whispered, "I'm numb."