Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"no, do not want!"

One of the twins pushed aside the stool and stood up, scrambling to grab the life and death deed from Master Fa.The stack of life and death deeds was light and fluffy, and he grabbed them into his hand. A flash of relief flashed in his eyes, and he quickly grabbed the two that belonged to them and put them into his arms.

Fa Ye suddenly laughed, with some vicissitudes of life and helplessness.

He snapped his fingers in the void, and in the next second, two life and death deeds suddenly appeared in his hands.

Shan Yehua was stunned, and immediately stretched out his hand to touch his chest. It was empty, and the life and death deed just entered disappeared without a trace.

There was a dead silence among the players, and Peng Peng's staring eyes were slightly red, as if he could feel the despair of the twins at the moment.

"You guys, what do you think I am?" Master Fa said indifferently, staring at his younger brother who was standing in front of his older brother.

After a long time, he sighed, turned his elder brother's life and death deed across, shook his head and said: "Qujing is not an ordinary land, outsiders who come to Qujing, either become a superstar and become Qujing's hope, otherwise there is only one dead end. Make rules It is the spirit of this land, not me. It is meaningless for you to fight against me."

"No! Don't!!" The twin brothers' knees softened, and they knelt on the ground with a bang, and kowtowed one after another, "Please! Please don't tear up my brother, please! Please tear me up, please, I die for my brother—”

The other person stood behind him, looking at him calmly and sadly.

"Xiaohua." He reached out and stroked the back of his brother's head, "Don't waste your time."

Master Fa held his brother's life and death deed with both hands, and a small gap had already been gently torn open.

In an instant, Shan Yehua was crying until his throat became hoarse, and a bright red gash was cut on his forehead, dripping with blood.He couldn't speak out of his throat and could only shake his head desperately.

"Live well." One of the twins laughed softly behind him: "After the eighth day, leave this copy safely. Then, be brave and go all the way to leave the nerve."

His voice stopped abruptly, and even the expression of compassion and love turned into emptiness in an instant.

The sound of paper shattering seemed to be constantly echoing in the restaurant. The gentle and handsome boy faced his twin brother who was exactly like him, fell straight down, and fell into his arms.

Qianwu couldn't remember whether their teammates made such a shrill sound when some players died in the previous dungeons.

The younger brother hugged his elder brother's body and let out an indistinct cry like a wild animal. The sadness was like a heavy hammer, and it slammed across everyone's cheeks.

He almost subconsciously grabbed Jiang Chen with his backhand, and at the moment when he was about to touch him, Jiang Chen had already held him tightly.

Qian Wu turned his head to look at Jiang Chen.

The commander of the Imperial Guard is expressionless at the moment, showing no sadness or joy.

"Your forehead is hurt badly, the wound is so big, even if you use the best medicine, there will be ugly scabs tomorrow." Master Fa said while shaking his head regretfully, "I was very optimistic about you two, tear up If you lose one, maybe the other can come back. From this point of view, it will probably be yours tomorrow. It’s a pity, it’s a pity.”

Qu Ying suddenly stood up and said coldly, "Can we go back and rest?"

"Tired so early?" Master Fa was a little surprised, "Of course, staying energetic is the prerequisite for being a superstar, but don't forget, tomorrow will arrange for you to tour the city for appearances, and that will determine tomorrow's results."

"So." Qian Wu suddenly said, his voice was cold: "Tearing up the life-and-death contract is Qu Jing's rule. Do you have to implement this rule no matter what?"

"Yes." Fa Ye nodded, "If I don't implement this rule, I will die. Just like him, there is no room for struggle and bargaining."

Qianwu smiled, "Oh? Then do you hold the life and death deeds of the whole town?"

"Of course not." Master Fa waved his hand, "Only the artists who participate in the competition will have a life-and-death contract. This is all decided by God and entrusted to me."

The door was closed, and Ah Jiu's singing was still playing on the phonograph.

"At least one of us will die." Qu Ying looked down at her palm and said, "Peng Peng and I discussed stealing a life-and-death contract this afternoon, but now it seems completely useless."

No one said anything, the team was depressed like never before, all three of them looked at their hands in a daze, while Jiang Chen turned his head and stared out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You guys." Qianwu smiled softly, reached out and patted the hands of the three teammates one by one, "Don't be too frustrated, there is another way."

Peng Peng raised his head immediately, "What?"

"The tearing of the life and death contract is Qu Jing's natural rule. Fa Ye was just chosen to be an executioner. No one can take the life and death contract from him, but the action of tearing the ticket is actually still done by him."

Zhong Liye looked at him, "You want to kill Master Fa?"

"It can't be killed." Qu Ying's face turned pale, "If you do anything to Master Fa or other residents, you will be sentenced to sudden death by nerves."

"If I don't do it, of course I can't do it myself." Qianwu rolled his eyes and smiled softly, and said in a low voice: "From the very beginning, I never thought of reducing the attrition by stealing life and death contracts. How could it be possible to leave such a big nerve? The loopholes for players to take advantage of?"

Peng Peng: "Then you..."

"Starting tomorrow, everyone will find a way to find tickets." Qianwu said.

Qu Ying frowned, "Ticket? What kind of ticket?"

"The right to vote for artists." Qianwu tapped his fingers on the bed sheet, "As long as you can get a ticket, you can turn the tables. The sooner the better, delaying for a day is a life."

Everyone was silent for a long time, Zhong Liye suddenly said in shock: "You are crazy!"

"Crazy?" Qianwu smiled, and glanced at Jiang Chen who was silent at the side.

Jiang Chen nodded, "It's possible. As long as there is a ticket, write the name of Master Fa, and put it into the ballot box. The executioner must kill himself, and there will be no executioner in the next few days."

"You guys are exploiting the loopholes in the dungeon, right?" Peng Peng murmured, "Will you really not be punished by your nerves?"

Qianwu raised the corners of his lips when he heard the words, and said softly: "Are you willing to part with your nerves?"

Late at night, the little girl came to tell the candidates to go to bed early.The three of them left, Jiang Chen followed behind them, when Peng Peng was the last one to leave the room, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the door shut.

Qianwu said: "What else do you have..."

Jiang Chen turned around and stared at him, "Hua, don't you want to explain?"

"Explain what?" Qianwu looked as usual, "The setting of an officer and a lover is a very good life-saving strategy."

Jiang Chen smiled helplessly, "You can use some snacks to fool me."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "What I said is the truth."

"What I see is the truth." Jiang Chen said as he took out Qianwu's public information in his pocket, "You and this gun appeared in my hand at the same time, what do you mean?"

"The desire to survive." Qianwu said coldly.

Jiang Chen stared at him, "Really, would you be willing to paint for this against your will?"

Qianwu was silent for a moment as if confronting him, then turned around and walked to the bedside, and said, "You think too much, if you knew it would happen, I'll change the setting."

"I've seen this painting before." Jiang Chen suddenly said behind him.

"In Tang Jianzhu's copy, you painted a similar composition casually, but at that time I was holding a real rose in my left hand. I didn't expect it to be an image of yours." Jiang Chen said softly: "If Rose is willing to come back, and maybe the officer is willing to put down the gun."

"You're crazy." Qianwu turned his head and stared at him in disbelief.

Jiang Chen's eyes were still peaceful, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'm very calm."

"I just want to have it back."

In the dead of night, Qianwu gently pushed open the door with a red candle.

At the other end of the corridor stood a man in a windbreaker. Qianwu lightly stroked the red candle, and the red candle lit up automatically. He held the candle and raised his hand in that person's direction.

Jiang Chen came over and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

"Does Tang Jianzhu still work?" Jiang Chen looked at the red candle in his hand thoughtfully, "I thought it was useless in the last dungeon."

As soon as the words fell, the red candle light jumped angrily.

Qianwu said with a smile, "Maybe each item will be restricted in some specific dungeons, and I can't say for sure."

Jiang Chen looked at the red candle and thought about it without saying a word.The corridor was dark and quiet, and they walked up the stairs side by side by the light of a small fire.

"Do you have the same feeling as when you were a child?" Jiang Chen asked in a low voice.

Qianwu curled his lips, "What do you think?"

The study door was locked, Qian Wu pressed the door handle, but found that it couldn't be pressed, so he stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen took out a prepared wire from his pocket, stretched it in and probed carefully.

"Tsk." Qianwu held the candle light closer, "It turns out that sliding doors and picking locks is also a survival skill in the army."

"Thank you for the compliment." Jiang Chen said calmly: "During difficult times, I did use this trick to peek at a lot of documents."

Qian Wu smiled, "I will report you to the military after I get out."

"Welcome to report." Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "I will definitely deal with myself seriously."

After the words fell, the lock cylinder made a very slight sound, Jiang Chen put away the wire, raised his hand and pushed down the door.

The study room was empty, Qianwu put the red candle on the table, turned around and looked at the bookcase behind him.

The bookcases that fill one wall are packed to the brim, with names written on the spine of each book.Qian Wu glanced at Jiang Chen's name, took it out and looked it up.

"Blank." He shook his head regretfully, "It seems that your acting career has just started, and you haven't achieved much yet."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen also took out Qianwu's book, which was also blank.

He put down the booklet and glanced at the bookcase, "So every star candidate in Qu Jing has a biographical file with Master Fa. Let's look for Ah Jiu."

There were hundreds or thousands of brochures, Qianwu checked around with a red candle, and said, "There is no Ah Jiu."

"Could it be that." Jiang Chen said, pointing to the upper left corner of the bookcase.

There is a name: Xuerou.

"Xuerou..." Qianwu raised an eyebrow, "Why her?"

"Others only have one volume, but she has more than a dozen volumes." Jiang Chen casually brought over a stool not far away while talking, Qian Wu stepped on it, and pulled out the first volume "Xue Rou" on it.

He opened the title page and raised his eyebrows.

Xue Rou, whose stage name is Ah Jiu.

"Congratulations, Young Marshal Jiang, for getting the answer right." Qian Wu stood on the stool and said, "It seems that Ah Jiu once dominated Qujing, and there are only so many biographical files."

"Be careful, don't fall." Jiang Chen supported the back of the chair below, "Take down the book and read."

The candlelight was dim and could only illuminate a narrow space.Qianwu communicated with it for a long time, but its halo became weaker and weaker, as if deliberately singing the opposite tune.

Really helpless, the two had no choice but to get together and use the little light to flip through the book.

Ah Jiu was only 19 years old when he came to Qujing.

Alluring singer, a song moves Beijing.The night she came was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she sang a song on the lantern boat, singing beauty and warmth into the hearts of every Qujing person.

Ah Jiu became Qu Jing's treasure.Whenever she travels, she shouts a tsunami with the mountains, and the surrounding streets are crowded with admirers.The crowd followed all the way, but they were not willing to approach and disturb them, and escorted them to the entrance of the Qujing Grand Stage.People went in to sing, and those who couldn't buy tickets had to stand outside and wait for her to come out.

Ah Jiu is a girl who is both talented and affectionate.

In the second year of her coming to Qujing, she wrote four new songs, each of which was amazing.It was Fa Ye's birthday, and she wrote a birthday speech for Bo Le.The aunt next door who had always loved her passed away, and she kept her filial piety for her aunt and stayed off stage for half a month.

In the third year of coming to Qujing, Ah Jiu and this land boundary have become symbols of growing together.She deeply loves Qu Jing who gave her a bright life, and deeply loves every fan who really likes her.She writes and sings continuously here, and there will always be her figure on the Qujing stage, with her dresses swaying, and this brilliance and excitement seems to never dissipate.

……

Among the dozen or so booklets, more than half of them record Ah Jiu's creative inspiration and recording achievements, and there are many other things about her diet and daily life.

The rouge she likes, the satin she likes to wear, the soup dumplings she eats every morning...

The whole city loves her with all its might, and she also loves Qu Jing with all its might.

"You, calm down." Jiang Chen silently pulled the book out of Qianwu's hand, "Don't show the obsessive expression of reading folk novels when you were a child, it's scary."

Qianwu was stunned for a while, "Give it to me, I haven't finished watching it yet."

"It's impossible to sit all night and read all of these." Jiang Chen looked at him helplessly, stretched out his hand to press against his forehead, "Be sober, calm down."

Qianwu sighed, and after a while, he flipped through the booklet behind and said:

"It's so successful and so lucky to be in this state of art. Everyone is her audience."

"Teacher Qianwu also has countless admirers outside." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "From big shots to ordinary people, there are many people who like you. It's not an exaggeration to say that a thousand dollars is hard to find. Bar."

"Actually, it's a bit strange." Qianwu hastily flipped to the last book and said, "Jiuhuiyan is mentioned here."

Jiuhuiyan is the creation of Ah Jiu's ninth year in Qujing. She was originally going to perform on stage on September [-]th, her birthday.

"That's the end of the record." Qianwu flipped back in disbelief, looked up at the bookcase again, "It's gone?"

"The key clues probably won't be so easy to find." Jiang Chen said as he sorted out the book, "But at least we know who Ah Jiu is, and maybe we can find a way to ask the residents tomorrow, so that everyone won't keep secrets .”

"Hmm." Qianwu nodded, "Put these back, I'm too lazy to climb the stool."

Hearing the words, Jiang Chen picked up a stack of books, stepped on the stool and put them back to the original place, and Qian Wu handed them to him below.

The two were working on the assembly line, and after a while Qianwu spread his hands and said, "It's gone."

"Hand it over." Jiang Chen patted the spine of the book helplessly, "There is obviously room here."

Qianwu stared at him for a while as if facing each other, finally sighed, took out a booklet from his right sleeve and handed it over, "Here."

Returning the things to their original places, the two came out of the study again.

"I don't understand your obsession with stealing the contents of the dungeon." Jiang Chen shook his head and sighed, "Don't tell me what intuition you got from the biographies of these characters."

"Yes." Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "Why do you question my lack of intuition, are you sensitive and gifted?"

"..."

"What do you think is the basis for the public to vote?" Jiang Chen asked, "Today is public information, and tomorrow is a tour of the city. We don't seem to have any arrangements to show our talents. Master Fa also said that individual talents are not important, what is important is to let people Everyone likes it."

"This is making stars." Qianwu said, "It doesn't matter why you like it, as long as you like it. Everyone has different criteria for voting. This kind of thing is very mysterious and depends on fate."

"Teacher Qianwu is still very likable here." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "Nervous probably deliberately arranged for you a copy with a low risk factor for you."

Qianwu suddenly remembered something, "That Jiang Yangyang—"

"Huh?" Jiang Chen paused, "What's wrong?"

Qian Wu said, "Perhaps by chance, Jiang Yangyang has some similarities with Ah Jiu. Some people on the street today are amazed by her information."

"Singer of Allure, this is her personal introduction." Jiang Chen said thoughtfully: "She also wrote some lyrics of her own creation on the public information, beautiful, beautiful, and full of talent. Perhaps these similarities make Qu Jing People think of Ah Jiu. Her vote count is indeed frighteningly high."

Qianwu nodded when he heard the words, and continued walking while thinking.

Today the old caretaker said that Qu Jing's happiness is gone, and perhaps only by finding someone to perform Jiuhuiyan in full, will happiness return to Qu Jing.

"Ah Jiu is probably dead." Qian Wu said suddenly.

Jiang Chen paused.

"I can't think of any other possibility, a personal biography that ended abruptly, and everyone kept silent about her." Qianwu paused after speaking, "They dare not mention her, but they still miss her. Streets and alleys Playing her record, constantly selecting stars, hoping to reproduce her "Jiuhuiyan"."

Qian Wu murmured in a low voice: "She must be very satisfied to be liked like this."

Jiang Chen watched him silently upon hearing this.Qianwu was slightly lost in thought, his black eyes drooping, seeming envious and pity.

While whispering, his right hand seemed to be unconsciously stroking the left sleeve.

Jiang Chen suddenly frowned.

"You—" He stretched out his hand to grab Qianwu's left wrist.

Qian Wu was startled, and stared at him, "What are you doing?"

"Still hiding a copy?" Jiang Chen pulled his arm in front of him in disbelief, stretched his hand into the sleeve without any explanation, and sure enough pinched something.He frowned and pulled it out. It was the last biography of Ah Jiu.

Jiang Chen: "..."

Qianwu: "..."

After a while, Qianwu gently licked the corner of his lips.

"It's an intuition from the gifted, you don't get it," he said.

Jiang Chen: "..."

Mr. Commander threw the book back to him blankly, "Hide it well, don't let the servants and other players find out."

"Yeah." Qianwu rerolled the book with a smile and stuffed it into his sleeve.

The two walked to Qianwu's door, Jiang Chen was about to say good night, but Qianwu suddenly stopped.

"Listen—" Qianwu said suddenly.

"Listen to what?" Jiang Chen was taken aback, raised his eyebrows and remained silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Where is the sound?"

"Yes." Qianwu said as he walked to the opposite side of the corridor, and stretched out his hand to open the window.

The small courtyard was quiet under the moonlight, and none of the lights on the Qujing Grand Stage in front were turned on. In the dark, he clearly heard a woman's deep and melodious singing voice coming from the grand stage.

Very light and low, hoarse and hoarse, I couldn't hear what she was singing.Even the melody is very ethereal and intermittent.

Qian Wu grabbed Jiang Chen's hand, "Follow me!"

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The little nerve rubbed against the ground and hummed.