Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The rooms of Qianwu and Jiang Chen are separated by a long corridor.

There was a mahogany number plate on the door, and his name was branded in gold letters. He looked at the number plate for a moment, and then pressed the doorknob.

The simple and exquisite decoration and furniture are all made of mahogany.Clothes and gold and silver jewelry are hung in the cabinets on the entire wall, a very important disc gramophone is placed on the bedside table, and vinyl records are on the brass phonostand.Qianwu approached and put down the stylus. After a short rustle, a woman's voice sounded.

The small building is full of fragrance and spirit, and the golden hook hall of Your Excellency Yuling.A song of love eyebrows, brilliant in all directions.

It's a very charming singing voice - the articulation is very particular, like holding the romantic style and a handful of spring colors in her throat, and uttering a little bit of each word, Qianwu stood there listening for a while, lost in thought.

"There are also in your room." Jiang Chen's voice interrupted him from behind.

Qian Wu turned around, "Is it a record player?"

Jiang Chen walked in, "Well, this time the player's room is not exactly the same, there are old and new sizes, and the furniture is also different. But what everyone has is the wardrobe and the phonograph."

Qianwu nodded, raised the needle, and paused singing.

"I also listened to it just now. It's not the same record as yours, but the voice is from the same person." Jiang Chen said, "Although I don't know this kind of ancient rhyme singing, I guess she is a very skilled singer. In a place like Qujing, there will probably be countless admirers."

Qian Wu opened the drawer of the bedside table, and the inside was full of records.He took out two boxes at random, and the record box had the singer's name on it.

"Ah Jiu." Jiang Chen glanced at the other boxes in the drawer, "At least half of them are Ah Jiu."

Qian Wu looked through again, there were other people's records, and most of those boxes had old-fashioned photos of divas printed on them.But there was nothing on Ah Jiu's record box, only Ah Jiu's name was marked in the corner.

"That song is called Jiuhuiyan." Qianwu stroked the ridge of the record case and said softly, "Maybe it has something to do with this Ah Jiu.

Jiang Chen took off the windbreaker and threw it aside, and said: "This dungeon is a bit tricky. From today to the eighth day, eight people will be eliminated, and there are only [-] players who entered the game. Even though the five of us have been trying to get ahead, And at least one will die."

"It's impossible to be in the front all the time." Qianwu said calmly, "Even if there is such good luck, it is impossible for us to watch him tear up a life-and-death contract in a day, and let the blade hang above his head without struggling."

Jiang Chen looked at him for a while, then smiled silently, "Then there are only two ways, either find a way to steal the life and death deed, or—"

"Kill Master Fa." Qianwu's expression was still indifferent, "That guy looks kind, but a few words revealed the essence of a black-hearted businessman, so we have to be careful."

"Wow, are you two still human?" Peng Peng appeared at the door, dumbfounded: "You are discussing about murdering someone in a human house, and you don't know how to close the door quietly?"

"I'm just talking about it." Qianwu just smiled, "The mission limit is that you can't attack Master Fa. I'm not that bold."

Peng Peng breathed a sigh of relief, but then sighed again, "It's not like you to be addicted to mouth. Qianwu, I think you should think twice before doing things on your nerves, don't be too arbitrary, what if you really step on the thunder? "

"Are you confessing your last words?" Qianwu couldn't help laughing, "Peng Peng, you are weird."

"No." Peng Peng sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the floor and said, "I'm just mentally preparing for a sudden death. This dungeon looks harmless, but the death rules are more cruel than the previous one. And , everyone can see that among the twelve players, I must be in the lowest circle, so I have to think ahead."

Jiang Chen hesitated to speak, but Qian Wu smiled and said nothing, and asked after a while, "Then why did you come to see me? Tell me something?"

"Yes." Peng Peng nodded and shook his head again, "I didn't tell you, but I told Young Marshal Jiang. I knocked in his room and no one was there, so it must be you."

Jiang Chen asked in surprise, "Tell me?"

"Ah."

Peng Peng took off his peaked cap, twirled it in his hands for a while, and then he said hesitantly: "I haven't done one thing, and I will feel uneasy when I die. This kind of thing can't be asked of other ordinary people, Jiang Shao Handsome and powerful, I'll tell you, if you can go out, please help me do it if you don't bother me."

"You talk first." Jiang Chen said.

Peng Peng sighed, "My dad's name is Peng Gang, he is a big villain, the kind who kills people and robs banks."

Qian Wu was stunned, "What?"

"I haven't seen my mother since I was a child. My father is not a good person, and he rarely comes back to see me. I have to grow up." Peng Peng muttered: "But my father died at the hands of others. You can't just pretend you don't know how to close your eyes and get by."

Jiang Chen said: "So the enemy you are looking for is revenge for killing your father."

"Yeah." Peng Peng stroked his hat and said, "I was a sophomore in high school that year, and I only found out that my father had died after reading the news. He hadn't been home for two years. He was chased by the police at a critical moment, and tied up a little girl to do it. The hostage wanted to run away. The police shot him in the thigh, and he dragged the hostage into the hospital, asking the doctor on duty to deal with him urgently. The doctor—”

Pampen paused, "He was not injected with painkillers."

Qianwu was silent for a long time, "You know your father is—"

"I know. But he is my father after all. He should be punished for doing bad things. I can accept being shot in prison, but I can't let him die at the hands of others." Peng Peng whispered: "But at that time I was In a small county town, I worked as a child laborer while supporting myself to go to school. The news was probably to protect the so-called brave people. No one could find out who the doctor was. Later I went to the hospital, but I couldn’t find out which doctor it was.”

"I can't help you with this." Jiang Chen said in a serious tone, "I deeply sympathize with what happened to you, but it is impossible for me to use my power to hurt a civilian anyway."

"I know, I won't let you do it for me." Peng Peng messed up his hair, "I just hope that if you can go out, you can help me find out who he is, burn the paper and tell me. Let me at least know that I hate you What is the name of a person who has lived for so many years?"

Qian Wu paused for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Have you checked the prison?"

"What?" Peng Peng looked up blankly.

Qianwu looked at him: "If that person is really what you imagined, he intentionally injected your father with lethal drugs, even if he killed the bad guy that the police were pointing at with guns outside, he would go to jail."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Only the law has the right to sanction."

Peng Peng was stunned for a while with red eyes, "I really didn't expect this, no one told me about this."

Jiang Chen sighed, and patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, I will remember. But don't keep thinking about it, it may not be your death."

"En." Peng Peng nodded, and put his hat back on his head again, "Then you two continue to chat, I'll go back and study that wardrobe of clothes first, and make myself look human."

After he left, Jiang Chen said, "Do you want to draw?"

Qianwu looked at him, a little surprised, "You guessed it all."

"You said you want to protect everyone, I think it will probably be in this way." Jiang Chen said as he pulled out the pencil from his breast pocket, "Here you are."

Qian Wu took it, but raised his eyebrows and said: "You go out."

When he painted Jiang Chen, he just didn't like Jiang Chen's presence, and he has been like this since he was a child.

Jiang Chen smiled and pressed the doorknob, "Sure enough, it's still that stinky painter."

"You continue to scold." Qianwu looked at his back indifferently, "I painted you as an ugly monster, and you will be the first one to be torn apart tonight."

Jiang Chen smiled outside the door, "Murder the host, you will be exiled by your nerves."

Qianwu glanced at him arrogantly, "Let's talk about exile, kill him and then hurry up."

"That's fine." Jiang Chen smiled, "It's okay to die in your hands. If I die, I'll pick you up and pick you up every copy. Are you moved?"

Qian Wu snorted coldly, "Thanks, no need."

After the person left, Qianwu dug out the appropriate paper from the desk drawer.He had just started a pen when he suddenly thought of something and turned on the phonograph again.

Wu Nong's babbling female voice sounded again, and he took his seat again in the amorous ditty, writing and describing.

When the reporter came, the whole house was alarmed.Just as Qian Wu put away his pen, he heard someone knock on the door of his room, and the little girl shouted from outside: "Mr. Qian, it's your turn."

Qian Wu stood up and opened the door, looking at the little girl wearing an apron outside the door, "Which one am I?"

"The second one." The little girl said, "According to the process, every time we interview and take photos, we follow the order of the total popularity. But today everyone is the same, so Master Fa asked us to prepare a lottery. You have won the lottery." The second one. In front is Mr. Zhongli, he is almost finished picking, I just came to call you."

Qian Wu followed her guidance downstairs, and casually asked, "Where's Jiang Chen?"

"It seems to be the last one." The little girl glanced at the stack of papers in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

"A little bit of talent show." Qianwu smiled softly, "I can't sing or dance, so I'm probably at the bottom."

"It's impossible." The little girl blushed a little, and said: "It's good to have strength, but people in Qujing are very concerned about their faces. Mr. Qian has grown up like this, no matter what, he can't be at the bottom."

"I would like to borrow your good words." Qianwu suddenly remembered something, "By the way, after the ballots for No. [-] are announced, the superstar selection will be over."

The little girl nodded, "Yes, the superstar will perform "Jiu Hui Yan" on the [-]th, and the whole Qujing will come to watch the performance. It will be over after the complete performance, otherwise the voting will be reopened and wait for the [-]th of next month .”

"I don't seem to have a record of the song Jiuhuiyan in my room." Qianwu said with a smile, "I just went through all the tracks on the record box, and I haven't seen this song before."

The little girl suddenly became serious when she heard this, and remained silent.Qian Wu asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I can't talk nonsense." She stopped and pointed downstairs, "It's just that room, you go by yourself, I have other things."

Qianwu watched her turn and walk away, the smile in her black eyes disappeared, and turned into a little thought.

After a while, the door of the interview room opened behind him, and Zhong Liye came out.

"How is it?" Qianwu asked.

Zhong Liye changed into a long white coat, "It was almost the same as the interview as imagined. He took a few groups of photos and answered some questions. He wanted to make a public information report for everyone on the spot, and then take it back and print it in large batches. distributed on the street."

"What kind of newspaper?" Qianwu asked.

Zhong Liye said, "It's about the size of a magazine paper. There are pictures and words, and the layout will be discussed with you. That little brother is an ordinary employee of the newspaper, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"That's good." Qian Wu said and yawned, "Hurry up and finish the interview, I'm going to sleep for a while, I'm still having a hangover last night and still have a headache."

Zhong Liye nodded and hummed.

The moment the two passed by, Qianwu suddenly called him, "Zhongli."

"Huh?" Zhong Liye stopped and turned around, "What's wrong?"

Qian Wu looked at him carefully for a while, then suddenly asked: "Have you ever been involved in any lawsuits?"

"A lawsuit?" Zhong Liye was taken aback, "What lawsuit, are you saying that there is some negative news in this dungeon, or outside?"

"Out of the nerves." Qianwu said calmly, "Have you ever been in prison?"

Confusion was written on Zhong Liye's face, "Of course not, why did you ask that suddenly? I look like a prisoner?"

Qianwu looked at him, and after a long time, he looked back and let out a soft breath.

"It's okay, I just fell asleep for a while, and I had some nightmares." He waved his hand and said, "Pretend I didn't ask."

It was just a subtle bad feeling after Peng Peng told that story.

But Zhong Li's reaction at this moment was extremely real, he was almost certain that his reaction at this moment was not fake at all, Zhong Liye was really startled when he heard the Arabian Nights.

"Are you okay?" Zhong Liye looked at him worriedly, "Why did you and Jiang Chen go yesterday? I woke up in the middle of the night and found that you two were not here."

Qian Wu waved his hand, "It's okay, we just need to find a place to sleep."

The eyes of the person on the opposite side suddenly had meaningful eyes, and he cleared his throat in embarrassment, "...Oh."

Qianwu turned around and walked two steps before suddenly realizing something was wrong. When he turned his head, Zhong Liye had already rushed up the stairs in a few steps.Shoulders shrunk in a rare way, and embarrassment was written all over his back.

"No." Qianwu blushed in a rare way, and said, "I mean——"

"I know!" Zhong Liye quickened his pace, and in a few steps he jumped out of his sight, and said, "It's just sleeping together! We all understand!"

"..."

I understand everything.

Qianwu lost his expression, turned around and opened the door to enter.

The author has something to say: the little nerve is lying on the floor desperately.

The weather is so hot, it gasped and muttered: I have to heat up the people in the dungeon too, I can't suffer by myself.