Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"Is there such a thing as a morning newspaper in this town?" Zhong Liye frowned.

Qianwu smiled silently, "Don't worry about these things with your nerves, if you are serious, you will lose."

"I also think that the little newspaper seller just now seems to have put a newspaper by the door." Peng Peng walked over and took the newspaper in, and after a glance, his face became more numb.

"I've never seen this kind of newspaper, special edition of death." He said and slapped the paper on the table, "You can read it for yourself."

On the yellowed kraft paper, the black calligraphy ink was still wet.

The newspaper writers were obviously very impatient, the strokes of the brushes were split, each word was rough, different in size, running up and down.

Last night to early morning: heavy rain.

Small town news: Devil kills 50 people.

The specific list: Li Aunt Li's lover Tieniu and Tieniu's other mistress Panpan, Mr. Pang Da who has suffered from epilepsy for many years and his deadly rival Doctor Bai, and the whole family under the roof of the crazy old beggar who usually loves to shrink. Tang Lao didn't do well in the exam, he really is a useless fat second...

"I'm so stupid." Da Bing looked at the dense list, "Is there a serious list of obituaries?"

"People in this town seem to know each other very well." Eggplant was a little worried, "Based on this calculation, there should not be many people."

Qianwu stared at those extravagant decorations, and said softly: "Or, people come and die too quickly, they need an exaggerated and funny way to remember."

Everyone was quiet for a moment, Xiaobai pushed his glasses: "There seems to be words on the back."

Jiang Chen turned the newspaper over, and sure enough there were two lines on the back.The writing is more solemn than before, although it is still ugly and crooked, but at least the ink is much more even.

It is speculated that the triggering condition for death last night: heavy rain and clothes.If there are any townspeople who were out last night and are still alive, please be careful.

And, if you die, the town will not forget you. May you be reincarnated in a town without supervisors.

The signature is a heart, and the copyist is zero and eight.

"Storm-rain-damp-clothes-"

The faces of the players looked like they had seen a living ghost, and everyone turned green.

Peng Peng suddenly turned his head and asked Zhong Liye seriously, "Our soaked clothes can't be regarded as 'stained' clothes, can they?"

Zhong Liye looked at him with some affection, "Forget it."

"I don't think it counts." Peng Peng has never been so serious, his eyes turned red, "Oh my god——"

"Okay, okay, okay." Zhong Liye coaxed and patted him on the shoulder, "If we die, we all die together. You are so cute, and your nerves won't let go so quickly."

Jiang Chen looked at the two of them with some amusement, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said in thought: "The mission card clearly states that the trigger conditions for killing each ghost are different. Fifty of them died in one night. It may be just the first layer of conditions, which must be shared by the deceased."

"That's right, that's just the conditions for the regulator to enclose the death pool that changes every day."

Suddenly, a trembling old voice came from the door.

The ragged old beggar held a broken bowl and a wooden stick, and stood at the door of the inn, coughing wildly. After coughing for a while, he narrowed his eyes and looked at them: "Can you give me something to eat? The family that fed me before Dead. Shit, they didn't buy groceries before they died."

"..."

The soldier held up the newspaper with a serious face, "You mean the whole family under the eaves where the crazy old beggar loves to shrink?"

"Well, so they called me a crazy old beggar." The old beggar chuckled, six of his eight teeth were missing, "It's just flattering."

"..."

Everyone was stiff, Qian Wu lifted the teapot on the table, walked to the door and said: "We haven't made breakfast yet, let's drink some water first."

"Medium." The old man held up the bowl, and Qianwu reached out to take the broken bowl and pour water.

"What do you mean by death pool?" he asked with a smile.

The old beggar smiled tremblingly, "It's my personal observation. People who die in the town every day have something in common, but who knows the specific reason for each person's death? The fat man yesterday was obviously teased to tell a stranger Got killed after making a funny face, tsk."

The water was full, and Qianwu carefully brought it to him, and he buried his head and gulped like an animal.

"Hiss—" Drinking half of the water, the old beggar smartly wiped his mouth with his torn sleeve, and all the water went through the hole in his clothes and onto his arm.

"The tea is still delicious. It smells so good. The rain last night was so sour that I almost drank it." He muttered.

Qianwu: "..."

Jiang Chen looked at him and asked: "You were also drenched by the rain last night, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? The conditions for entering the pool are different every day, and they will be changed after sunset." The old beggar greasy raised his eyebrows at Jiang Chen, "Oh, this little brother is tall and big, with really handsome features, which guy? Is there a relationship?"

Jiang Chen's face was terribly dark.

Zhong Liye said: "But there is still a whole day before sunset, aren't you afraid?"

"You have to be afraid, but I'm not afraid." The old beggar greasy bombarded Zhong Liye again, and said with a grin, "My ancestors accumulated virtues. Although I am in a miserable state in this world, the devil can't get close to me. You little brother He's gentle, but he doesn't look like a good person, do you have any marriage?"

"..." Zhong Liye tried his best to ignore the second half of the sentence, "Why can't the devil get close to you?"

The old beggar didn't answer, he looked away, and looked up at Qianwu again.

I thought it was another greasy attack, but Qianwu unexpectedly found that those eyes were very clear, revealing kindness and scrutiny.

"Newcomers to the town had better find out the cause of death of each townsman." The old beggar said in a low voice, "Otherwise, this town that has been cursed and sealed for this period of time will repeat the nightmare forever."

Qian Wu was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Haha! I'm talking nonsense, I'm going to another house to beg for food!!" The old beggar gave a strange cry, turned around and ran away laughing.

Qianwu: "..."

"This person must be the key NPC." Da Bing said, "He seems to know a lot of dungeon clues."

Qianwu walked back and put the kettle on the table, "For us, it is a key NPC, but probably not the NPC defined by the dungeon to be protected."

"Yes." Jiang Chen gave up the seat next to him, "He said that the devil can't get close to him. In other words, he doesn't need protection."

Qianwu raised his lips and smiled when he heard the words, "Young Jun is right."

"..."

Jiang Chen's face turned dark again.

"The food delivery person hasn't come yet. There are rice noodles and leftovers from yesterday in the kitchen. I'll heat it up for everyone to eat." Qu Ying stood up and said, "It seems that we have to investigate in groups today."

"Thank you, miss." Xiaobai sighed and lay down on the table. "We agreed to act together, but if we die, fifty will die, so we have to split up."

Everyone got together to divide the death list, Jiang Chen and Qian Wu did not move.Jiang Chen played with the chubby little teacup, glanced at Qianwu and said, "I don't think you are depressed."

"It seems to be." Qianwu smiled and leaned on his chin and looked outside the door, "Recently, he is indeed much more energetic."

Jiang Chen's eyes softened subconsciously, he slightly hooked his lips, and asked in a low voice: "When did you start getting better?"

"Maybe it came out of the first copy?" Qianwu recalled carefully, "It may be earlier, the first time I felt excited seemed to be the moment when I watched the old lady's diary become Tang Jianzhu's diary. Um, Can not remember."

Jiang Chen remained silent, Qian Wu said again, "Tang Jianzhu gave me a good gift, it seems that I haven't suffered from insomnia for a long time, maybe a good sleep can also make me feel better."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and smiled when he heard this, "I didn't light any candles last night."

Qianwu was taken aback, "Huh? Didn't you order?"

"No order." Jiang Chen looked at him, "Actually, I haven't ordered any order for a few days. I fell asleep after hearing your movements."

Qian Wu was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "If you think it's your credit, just say it."

"I don't mean that." Jiang Chen laughed, "You can figure it out for yourself."

Qu Ying said "do whatever you want", but what she brought out was jaw-dropping.

It turns out that the so-called leftovers refer to the useless leftovers and leftover meat from last night, chopped finely and then baked into golden cakes, half of which are diced lotus root and egg, and half of beef. The skin of the cake is golden and crisp. The stuffing oozes with crystal clear soup.

"Let's eat something simple. Each person has a meat pie and a vegetable pie. Oh, I also cooked some red bean porridge."

"You have misunderstood simplicity." Peng Peng faced the delicacy with tears streaming down his mouth, "It is my honor to form a team with you."

Qianwu took a bite of the beef patty and thought it tasted really good.

A simple pie, but a layer of fluffy and crispy meringue shows the skill of the chef.The beef filling is solid, but the gravy can splash out when you bite it down.

Da Bing smiled and said, "Which restaurant is the chef in? After I go out, I will go to join him every day."

"My restaurant is called 'Ying'." Qu Ying said with a smile, "It has a star rating."

"So it's Ying?" Jiang Chen was startled when he heard the words, "Is it the one near the Capital Museum?"

"Yeah." Qu Ying smiled, "It's famous, I know. You dignitaries and painters must have had it. How could it be possible that the dignitaries of the imperial capital haven't patronized Ying."

Zhong Liye was also shocked, looked at Qu Ying through his glasses and asked, "So is that your shop?"

Qu Ying smiled, "It's not true. As a chef and a start-up, I do have half of the shares. But I don't like business, I'm only in charge of cooking."

It was rare for Peng Peng to be silent. After hearing about Qu Ying's background, he didn't say a word, and desperately stuffed the unclaimed cakes on the table into his mouth.

The day after breakfast was completely clear, and after the heavy rain, the scorching sun was in the sky.

Pedestrians come and go outside the inn. Standing at the door and looking out casually, there are always dozens of pedestrians on this street with no shops. It seems that the population of the town is indeed considerable.

"Let's split up here, and go as the original team." The soldier said seriously to everyone: "This book is weird, it doesn't matter whether we can find the clues immediately, and it doesn't matter who finds the clues first, everyone must pay attention to safety."

Eggplant nodded vigorously, "Yes. Before sunset, everyone should come back for dinner."

Da Bing and Xiao Bai led their teams to set off, Zhong Liye glanced at the half cake in Peng Peng's hand, "Hey, don't eat it."

"I'll be right away." Peng Peng lowered his head and took another three bites, "This is a meal that only high-ranking officials and nobles can eat. If a bastard like me, I can eat it if I don't go crazy?"

Qu Ying said weakly: "This is just a casually baked cake... High officials and nobles don't eat this."

"..." Zhong Liye patted Peng Peng's back helplessly, "Don't eat, get ready to go."

"Let's go, let's go." Peng Peng wiped his hands casually, and took out a small flag out of nowhere while chewing his cheeks, "Follow me from the talented team, today we will take you into Fat Er's death the truth of—”

There were people coming and going on the street, Qian Wu and others were walking among the crowd, the sun made everyone squint their eyes.

The three of Peng Peng and the others frantically brainstormed the possible trigger conditions for death, while Qian Wu and Jiang Chen walked side by side behind.It turned out that the inn was considered to be the quietest street in the town. Not long after I came out, I entered the shopping area. There were people everywhere, and they could disperse the people walking together at any time.

"The people in this small town are very strong. Fifty people died yesterday, but no one seems to be locked at home because of it." Jiang Shen said in a low voice: "Everywhere is prosperous, who would have thought that this would be a small town supervised by demons? .”

Qian Wu nodded, his eyes quickly swept across the pedestrians.

Everyone has a smile on their face, not hypocritical or forced, but a sincere smile from the heart, very optimistic.

The little brother selling roasted sweet potatoes handed a bag of sweet potatoes to the old man with both hands, and said, "I wish you a safe day."

"Peace and safety, and you are also safe." The old man smiled, "I will come tomorrow."

"Maybe I have seen a lot of life and death, but I think it is very normal." Qian Wu lowered his eyes and smiled, "It is indeed an interesting town."

"Can you recognize which ones might be devils?" Jiang Chen frowned and looked at the passers-by, and said in a low voice: "Didn't you say yesterday that devils have obvious disregard for human beings? I think everyone is normal."

Qianwu shook his head, "It was indeed last night, but I can't find any of them now. Sure enough, they will be more disguised during the day."

After paving two rows along the street, every shop owner is alive and well.

Some warmly greeted the guests, some coldly instructed Xiao Er to work, and some found a shaded place under the sun, and three or four of them got together to eat melon seeds and chat.

No one looked like a ghost, they were all real people.

Qianwu walked halfway across the street and sighed softly.

"Sure enough, you can't recognize ghosts with naked eyes." He said to Jiang Chen beside him: "But it's meaningless to just recognize ghosts, let's find out the ins and outs of the key NPC as soon as possible. Cool down at night, let's look for that old beggar again?

"

Jiang Chen stared at the three of Peng and Peng who were walking in front, nodded after a long time and said: "Okay."

The sun was very strong and the crowds were raging. The two of them unconsciously rubbed their sleeves lightly as they walked.

"Are you hot?" Jiang Chen turned his head to look at him, and found that his cheeks were flushed from the sun, "I see that there is a straw hat seller, think of a way to get you one?"

"Are you rich?" Qianwu raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Chen said with a smile, "No, try it. The people in the town are very kind."

As he spoke, he walked through the crowd to the straw hat stand.Qianwu looked back at him negotiating with the shop owner.

When Jiang Chen was a student, he was very willing to solve problems.He always talks about "trying". When he goes out to play, he will inevitably encounter all kinds of embarrassing situations, and he will try his best to solve them.

Qian Wu originally thought that he would change after he became Marshal Jiang, but it turned out that he hadn't changed.Also, it is difficult to change a person's style preferences when he was a child.

After a while, Jiang Chen raised his hand and pulled off a button from the collar of his shirt.

It was a valuable mica button, and that white shirt was worn by Jiang Chen in the military uniform, which was convenient for seamless switching between the banquet and the military camp.In the red candle copy, Jiang Chen asked the maid for a windbreaker to replace the military uniform, but did not take off the shirt.

Qian Wu suddenly felt dizzy in his head, a little dazed, looking at that Jiang Chen, he suddenly felt a subtle sense of time and space travel.

Jiang Chen often asked him to wait where he was, to negotiate with others by himself, and then turned around and came back with a smile.

The sun was too full, and Qianwu felt more and more dizzy and irritable.He glanced at the three of Peng Peng, they stopped not far away and waited for Jiang Chen, still discussing possible death conditions.

Qian Wu walked over and asked, "Did you bring water when you went out?"

"I brought it, the leather water bag in the inn, I put some tea in it." Peng Peng said, "But the water bag is not very clean, it smells bad, don't you mind?"

Qianwu smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm too thirsty."

The tea in the water bag had a strange smell of lukewarmness, but Qianwu still couldn't help but took several sips.As soon as he returned the water bag to Peng Peng, Jiang Chen came over with a big straw hat.

He smiled and said, "Here, I've got it."

Qianwu took the hat over. The reed hat was very stiff, shiny in the sun, and the surface was treated very smooth, but some edges were still a little rough.

"It's so hot." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "Put on a hat and you won't be drying yourself."

Qian Wu casually untied the straps tied together under the hat, and said: "Take off the button and change this thing, and you really have it."

Hearing the words, Jiang Chen seemed a little embarrassed, raised his hand to cover his open neckline, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Qianwu paused as he was about to put on his hat.

Jiang Chen looked at him and seemed a little nervous, "What's wrong? Is the hat stuck in your hand?"

Qianwu didn't say a word, the feeling of drifting and out of focus in his black eyes due to the heat gradually faded away, he looked at the person close at hand, and said: "Jiang Chen."

"Huh?" Jiang Chen put down his hand covering his neckline and asked, "What's wrong?"

The collar of the shirt with one button missing was slightly spread out, revealing only a little bit of the collarbone.Qianwu moved his gaze there, and a few seconds later, Jiang Chen raised his hand to cover it up again in embarrassment.

Qianwu's eyes suddenly became cold.

He pinched the hat in his hand, and suddenly smiled, "Will I die if I put on the hat?"

Jiang Chen on the opposite side stood still for an instant.

"You are not Jiang Chen."

As Qianwu said, he suddenly turned around and threw his hat into the crowd with all his might.

The hat fell on a person, but that person was not affected at all, and continued to walk forward, talking and laughing.But the hat flapped a few times in the air and disappeared out of thin air.

Suddenly something weighed heavily on Qianwu's shoulder.

Qian Wu turned around, but saw a man with a square face, sallow skin, and sneered at him treacherously.

"It's a pity," he said, "I almost took you away. You're so smart, where did I show it?"

"..."

Compared with being pressed on the shoulder by this guy, Qianwu actually began to miss the cold Miss Tang Jianzhu.

The man's green saliva splashed all over the floor, Qianwu jumped violently from his disgusting forehead, pushed him away heavily, and took two steps back.

The man suddenly disappeared, and seemed to turn around and walk into the crowd, disappearing instantly.

As if someone had knocked on Qianwu's head heavily, he was in a daze, and Jiang Chen stood in front of him with a confused expression.

"Please, just make do with it, the three of them are going to disappear." Jiang Chen held the hat helplessly, "It's a bit ugly, but please don't look at this broken piece of art with picky eyes. Is a hat okay, it’s just a temporary shade.”

The hat was no longer the same one. This one was darker in color, made of rattan, and had a wider brim.

Qianwu looked at Jiang Chen vigilantly, without saying a word.

"You're here again. This one is really the best looking. The boss said he won't change it when he leaves the store." Jiang Chen took a deep breath, stared at him for a moment, then sighed, and pulled another piece of mica from the neckline with a sullen face. buckle.

The neckline of the shirt became looser, and Mr. Commander's collarbone was exposed again. However, he tore the clothes angrily, and handed the buttons to Qianwu, "Why don't you come over and choose by yourself."

After a while, Qianwu suddenly took a deep breath.

He put his hand on Jiang Chen's shoulder, and sighed with relief.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen put down his hat, "Are you uncomfortable?"

He touched Qianwu's forehead and said in a low voice, "It's cool, and you don't have a fever. Are you suffering from heat stroke?"

"I just met a ghost." Qian Wu said softly.

"The devil pretends to be you, and Peng Peng and the others are also on the side. It's probably a fabricated illusion."

"What?" Jiang Chen froze.

Qian Wu closed his eyes tiredly, pinched Jiang Chen's shoulder unconsciously, and whispered: "If I didn't know you very well, I might already be a dead person."

--

"It's too frightening!!" Peng Peng hugged his arms violently and rubbed them violently. He was a few steps away from Zhong Liye and Qu Ying, and said vigilantly, "You guys! Who is here! Is it true or not!!"

"..."

Zhong Liye had no choice but to say, "Why don't each of us make a secret sign to prevent being impersonated."

The wide brim shades the sun and creates a shady little space under the brim.

Qian Wu said under the hat: "It can be used as a secret signal, but this routine may not be used a second time. Everyone's vigilance is more important than anything else."

"How do you know it's not Jiang Chen's?" Qu Ying asked.

Jiang Chen also turned his head to look curiously.

Qianwu thought for a while, a trace of disgust appeared in his eyes.

"Squeamish." He said wearily.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen sighed with regret.

"It's a pity that I don't know what he looked like at the time." He whispered: "It's curious."

"The person is exactly the same, and their behavior is considered normal. It can be connected with the behavior of the other party before the disguise." Qianwu recalled: "But it can't stand scrutiny, and it is very easy to be exposed to people who are familiar with each other. So the trigger for death must be Soon, like just now, the trigger will probably be for me to put on a hat."

Zhong Liye nodded, "Understood. Before sunset, everyone is in the pool of death with heavy rain, so be careful."

Peng Peng continued walking with a sigh, and stopped after a while, looking back and forth, left and right.

"If you didn't ask the wrong way when you went out in the morning." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the shallow alley next to him, "Fat Er's house should be here."

Hearing this, Qianwu turned his head and looked over.

The alley is very shallow, not so much an alley as a depression in the street.There was a small house there. A woman came out of it, her eyelids were swollen from crying, and she pasted two large white papers, one on the left and one on the right, in front of the house.

In black and white, "Fat Er" on the left and "Dead" on the right.

"That's it." Peng Peng clicked his tongue, "This funeral is too informal, it's like playing."

Qian Wu and the others were about to go in, but they were suddenly knocked away by a group of children running behind them.

More than a dozen children rushed forward in a swarm, stopped at the door of Fat Er's house, and then raised their necks and cried together.

Each of them was carrying a small schoolbag, and the books scattered out of it, half of which were dangling in the air.

"Fat two!!"

"Why did you die?!"

"From now on, it's my turn to be the last one in the exam!!"

"Wow! My dad is going to beat me!"

"Half the hawthorn fruit you owed me is still not paid after death?!"

Everyone: "..."

Jiang Chen said lightly: "Are these children so real?"

The children seemed to be paid extras, crying harder and harder one by one, the most horrific little boy had already rolled his eyes and jumped repeatedly on the verge of crying faint.

Fat Er's mother came out again, carrying several big apples in her bib.

She shed real tears and said: "You are really good friends of Fat Er, you would rather play truant to come and cry."

"This is what we should do." A skinny man who couldn't hold back tears ran out of the crowd, reached out and took out an apple from the woman's bib, rubbed it with his dirty clothes, and Kang Chi took a bite .

He ate an apple and squatted at the door of the house: "When Fat Er dies, he will die. My parents said that life and death are common things in our town, and death is not a bad thing. Auntie, please forgive me."

"Chen Shu is really sensible." The woman patted his head lovingly, "Why did you lose two teeth, I remember you had your teeth replaced a long time ago."

Hearing this, the little boy stood up straight and proudly puffed out his non-existent belly.

"I'm not my brother, I'm Chen Ma! I'm also old enough to go to school."

The author has something to say: I am also of school age.

The little nerve sighed faintly, lying on the floor motionless.