Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

No one in the room spoke, as if there was a ray of anxiety connecting the players who rushed over.However, Qianwu was lost in thought for a while, and asked: "Thunder, rain and dew are all grace, so I can understand that Ah Jiu died at your hands?"

Master Fa stared at him suddenly, with hatred in his eyes and said: "Of course not! Ah Jiu committed suicide to become Qu Jing. You can't mention it. If you want to survive, you should put your mind on pleasing the people of Qu Jing, and don't mess around. Nosy business! Before you become a real Qujing superstar, all you have is glitz, don't take yourself too seriously!"

"Please." Qianwu snorted lightly.

Jiang Chen looked at him silently, turned and left with him.

A group of players went downstairs silently, and when they reached the bottom step, Qianwu suddenly stopped.

"correct."

He turned his head and glanced at the pale-faced people behind him, "Twelve players came in, and now it's the second night, and there are only nine left. The five of our team are safe for the time being, and the remaining four are single players." Go it alone."

No one answered, he glanced at Shan Yehua, and said, "There is a high probability that one of them belongs to the exile, let's not mention it for now."

Shan Yehua sneered silently, while Qianwu's expression was still calm, and said: "This book is a bit special, the competition between players directly triggers the death condition. It is difficult to persuade you to find clues together, but I hope everyone will reduce unnecessary attrition. It’s September [-]nd, according to the rules, there will be at least six more dead in the future.”

"Do you have any clues?" Shan Yehua said suddenly, "We can cooperate."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, silent.

Shan Yehua smiled, "I am indeed an exile. My brother and I are both exiles, but the professor is the No. 12 person I killed."

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a living ghost, but Shan Yehua smiled leisurely, rolled up his sleeves and said, "You native players should know the rules of the Exile, right? Killing No.12 can plunder His nerves, I can stay in your nerves now, and show you."

There were two blue long red short nerves on his arm, he rubbed them casually and said, "This is just a disguise."

Along with the movement, the two nerves disappeared, turning into two gray bulging nerves, as if they were invalid records.

"These are my own nerves before I was exiled. Now that I have a new habitat, they will all be cleared." Shan Yehua gently touched them with a hint of nostalgia, but the two nerves gradually faded away. It faded away, and the arm regained its smoothness.

After a long time, red and blue grew again, and the two horizontal lines were the state of the initial value.

Shan Yehua rubbed the two new initial nerves enthusiastically, like a child who just got a toy.After his brother died, this was the first time he showed a happy expression.

However, Qianwu only glanced at it with interest and then turned around, "No need."

"I was thinking about how to kill you." He said indifferently: "But since you have reached the standard and become a player with this nerve, I can't do anything to you, so let's stay away from each other and live in peace."

Qian Wuwu walked towards the room at the other end of the corridor, Jiang Chen followed behind him until he pressed the doorknob.

"Put the rattle here." Jiang Chen said, "I'll watch you at the door tonight."

Qianwu looked back at him, raised his eyebrows, "Same as Tang Jianzhu's copy, sitting outside my door and guarding?"

"Ah."

"Then can I go out and run to the Qujing Grand Stage? You blocked the door like last time, and I can't even open it." Qianwu couldn't help hesitating, "If Ah Jiu sees you as a door god, don't you?" What do you want to do if you come to find me?"

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, "Why do you always look forward to meeting the boss late at night."

"The most straightforward reason is that I want to find more straightforward clues from the BOSS." Qianwu raised his lips and chuckled, "There is also a little hidden reason. I am very curious about Miss Ah Jiu and want to meet her."

The person on the opposite side raised his eyebrows suddenly, Jiang Chen stared at him for a long time, and said softly: "It is agreed to play the role of officer and lover well, in front of the officer, are you going to climb the wall?"

"I hope the officer doesn't mind, and don't be jealous. Worship and love are still very different." Qianwu said, taking the rattle out of the lucky bag, and pressed it on Jiang Chen's chest, "Here, keep your rose."

Jiang Chen smiled, "Okay."

The clock was ticking, Qianwu originally wanted to wait until twelve o'clock, but he couldn't stand the sleepiness recently, and the sleepiness hit him unconsciously as it got dark.

Lying on the bed, he kept turning over and struggling with sleepiness, and suddenly remembered the days when he was drunk and sleepless, and suddenly felt that that time seemed to be far away.So far that the pain that was once thought to be the ultimate is now covered with a veil of fuzziness.

The nerves are full of treachery and danger, but there are no countless pairs of eyes staring at the artists of the era, and naturally there will be no so-called admirers who spurn him and harm his works because of inexplicable disappointment.

Most importantly, he regained Jiang Chen here.

Qian Wu grabbed the quilt tightly, thinking of Jiang Chen, for some reason he suddenly let go of his tense nerves, the difficulty was overwhelming, and he immediately fell asleep.

Ah Jiu's singing voice is so tender, and it is full of love, singing into people's hearts every word.He closed his eyes but was still listening to the singing on the phonograph. The singing gradually became indistinct, and suddenly there was a roar of applause.

The Qujing Grand Stage was full of splendor, with a red skirt swirling gently, and the audience cheered wildly, shouting Ah Jiu's name.

Qianwu's consciousness seemed to be spinning a few times in the air, and in an instant he suddenly realized something was wrong, and opened his eyes suddenly.

On the empty and lonely bench, on the dim stage, he subconsciously looked down at his hands and feet.

Well done, he came to the Qujing Grand Stage out of nowhere.

In the next second, a beam of light fell from above, illuminating the woman in the center of the stage in front of her.

"Ah Jiu." Qianwu subconsciously called out.

The woman turned around slowly after hearing the words, with a tender look and beautiful eyes looking forward.

She looked at Qianwu, with an innocent and elegant smile in her eyes, that smile was almost ignored, the whites of her eyes were just dirty yellow, as if splashed with indelible filth.

From a painter's point of view, Qianwu never imagined that with such a pair of defiled eyes, he could still smile so beautifully.

"May I sing a song for you?" Ah Jiu asked with a smile.

Qian Wu nodded almost unconsciously and said yes, he walked to the bench closest to the stage, hesitated for a moment and sat down.

Don't dare to get too close, for fear of being abrupt.Don't dare to go too far, for fear of neglecting.

Ah Jiu turned her back and sang again.

Last night Jiang Yangyang only babbled intermittently, but today Ah Jiu sang completely and beautifully.She sang the song that Qianwu played the most from morning to night.A song of love eyebrows, brilliant in all directions.

"That's not right." Qian Wu suddenly interrupted, frowning in confusion.

The woman whose back was facing him on the stage stopped talking immediately.

The Qujing stage was completely silent, and when neither of them spoke, the stage was terrifyingly large.The woman on the stage looked even weaker. She was so beautiful, with the aura of a stage master, but she was so fragile when she stopped singing.

Qian Wu paused for a moment with some pity, but still said: "Why are you still lip-syncing."

He already knew that he was in the illusion brought by ghosts, but he still couldn't bear the disappointment, and said, "It's rare to see each other in the middle of the night, lip-syncing is okay. Where did you hide the phonograph?"

After he finished asking, the figure turned back very slowly.

The tender smile on his face disappeared, his pale face, the dirt in his eyes became more filthy and terrifying, his neck was blurred with blood, as if his throat had been ripped open by life.

Qian Wu swallowed subconsciously, but it was not because of fear.He stared at her throat, but thought in his heart, it hurts so much.

"You can't sing anymore. Did Master Fa do it?" Qianwu asked calmly: "Thunderstorms and rain are all kindness. The people of Qujing love you, but Lord Fa oppresses you. You have a conflict of interest, and he kills you." You, dug your throat?"

Ah Jiu didn't respond after hearing this, she still stared at Qian Wu blankly, and asked softly after a while: "Do you have someone you cherish?"

"Yes." Qianwu nodded.

"who is it?"

Qian Wu said, "It's not even considered an ex-boyfriend. I don't know who he should be. His name is Jiang Chen."

When the female ghost on the stage heard the words "ex-boyfriend", she showed a rare expression of confusion.She looked Qianwu Yitong up and down, digested her surprise silently, and asked again: "Is there any more?"

"His parents." Qian Wu paused, "Unfortunately, they are no longer here."

Ah Jiu didn't speak, Qian Wu thought about it again, and said: "I am a painter, there are many, many people who like my paintings, and they probably count."

Ah Jiu's eyes fluctuated, looking at him, a moment later a tear came out of his eyes.

It was hard for Qianwu to imagine that such a pair of dirty eyes could still shed such clear tears.

But he was only surprised for a moment, and then he understood again.

Ah Jiu is an artist, and an artist should have the heart of a child.No matter what the outside looks like, the inside is clear, there is no doubt about it.

Qian Wu seemed to understand something, looked down at the ground and murmured: "Don't you love Qu Jing very much, why do I feel that you seem to be very sad when I mention those who pursued me."

"I used to love Qu Jing very much." Ah Jiu whispered, her voice was hoarse as if she had a lot of sand in it, and it was impossible to sing such a tender voice again.She stretched out her hand to cover her throat and said, "Maybe I died too suddenly and too fast. Until now, I don't know if this love has disappeared."

Qian Wu nodded his head half-understood, and he turned his head to look at the door.

Looking through the dark and narrow corridor, the door of the Qujing Grand Stage was tightly closed.Apart from him and Ah Jiu, there is no third person here, and there is no Jiang Chen.

For this alone, Qianwu was convinced that he was only in an illusion, so he tried his best to break free from the great sadness brought by Ah Jiu, and asked, "What do you want me to do for you? Do you have a vote in your hand?"

Ah Jiu was obviously surprised when she heard the words, she suddenly turned her head to look at Qian Wu, as if she couldn't believe it.

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I got it right? Qianwu stepped forward tentatively, "You died so suddenly, then your vote should still be where you lived.I didn't find your former room in the house, maybe it was renovated by Master Fa. Where did you live before? "

Ah Jiu looked at him and said nothing.Qianwu stepped onto the stage, and looked at each other closely, he couldn't help but ignore the dirt in those beautiful eyes again, and could only see a clear and fragile soul.

"Tell me, so that I can help you." Qianwu said: "He ruined everything you love, your audience, your life, don't you want revenge?"

"Are you a painter?" Ah Jiu suddenly asked hoarsely.

Qianwu paused, nodded, "Yeah."

Ah Jiu laughed softly when she heard the words, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are very good, a good person like you should not try to please the audience."

"What?" Qian Wu suddenly remembered what Master Fa said today, "He forced you to make a song you didn't like to please the audience?"

Ah Jiu stopped talking.

She always seems to be hesitant to talk, and she only speaks a few words, leading people to guess on countless possibilities.

"He's not important at all." Ah Jiu's tone suddenly became cold, "I never cared about that businessman."

Qian Wu was about to say something more, but suddenly there seemed to be a regular sound of thumping in his ear.The sound was very faint and subtle. At first he thought it was ringing in his ears, but then he suddenly thought it might be the rattle.

He instantly became vigilant and took a step back, but at that moment, Ah Jiu grabbed his hand.

"Qianwu, don't go my old way." Ah Jiu's movement of pulling him was not half strong, and that hand was even soft, making people reluctant to struggle hard, for fear of hurting the other party instead.

She gently stroked his painting hand, lowered her eyebrows and said softly: "Don't paint, don't paint. They are not worth it."

"Impossible." Qianwu suddenly felt chills in his heart. He looked at Ah Jiu for a while, and the drums in his ears became louder and louder. He threw Ah Jiu's hand away.

"I'll help you, but you don't mind my business." Qianwu said, "They're not worth it, I'm just painting for myself."

After the last word, Ah Jiu's figure suddenly disappeared, and Qian Wu was about to turn around to look for him, when he suddenly fell to the ground as if he was hit hard from behind.

The moment he opened his eyes, the first thing that entered his senses was a faint smell of blood.

"Qianwu, wake up!" Jiang Chen's panicked voice sounded, and he shouted over and over again: "Qianwu, Qianwu, wake up, Qianwu! Wake up!"

Qian Wu opened his eyes, and what jumped into his eyes was a dagger, the sharp blade was tightly grasped, blood flowed along the joint between the blade and the palm, dripping densely onto the ground.

Qian Wu's heart trembled, he was holding a dagger in his left hand, and was slashing at his right hand that was on the ground, while Jiang Chen knelt in front of him, holding his wrist holding the knife with one hand, and directly grasping the sharp edge of the knife with the other.

The rattle was thrown aside, Jiang Chen's body trembled slightly, the delirious person had woken up, but he still didn't dare to relax.

The force held in Qianwu's hand was terrifying, it's not hard to imagine what kind of tenacious tug-of-war it was just now.

Qianwu suddenly let go of his strength, "You...!"

At that moment, Jiang Chen slashed his wrist with a knife, forcing him to let go of the dagger, and the hand holding the blade forcefully threw the dagger far away. Wu hugged tightly in his arms.

"You can't seem to hear the rattle, I almost can't stop you." His voice trembled, "I was scared to death, I was scared to death..."

They haven't hugged for many years.

In my memory, the last time Jiang Chen trembled like this was the day when the marshal and his wife had an accident.

Qianwu was stunned in his arms for a long time before he gradually came to his senses. He slowly released the right hand that was propped on the ground that was about to be cut off by him, and gently stroked Jiang Chen's back.

"Jiang Chen." Qian Wu said softly, "You are injured."

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, he hugged him for a long time, then he seemed to break free from the great fear, and slowly let go.

Mr. Commander slumped on the ground exhausted, and murmured: "Almost, almost, you will never be able to draw again."

Qian Wu stood up suddenly, took his arm, "Go back and find Zhong Liye."

"My hands are fine, it looks scary, they are all flesh wounds." Jiang Chen waved his hands, took out his saber and cut off a sleeve of his clothes, and wrapped his hands casually.Blood stained the fabric again, Qian Wu frowned and was about to pull him back, but Jiang Chen said, "Wait a minute."

As he spoke, he squatted down, gently touching the blood on the floor with his palm.

"What are you doing?" Qian Wu frowned and said, "Are you looking down on flesh and blood injuries, go back and wrap your hands first."

"There may be something here." Jiang Chen said: "Yesterday Jiang Yangyang, today you, when you struggled out of the illusion and fell to the ground, your hands were all on this floor tile."

Qian Wu was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and walked over and said: "It's probably a coincidence that they are all in the center of the stage, and they fell down and propped up on a floor tile."

"It's not a coincidence." Jiang Chen shook his head, "The angle of her fall yesterday was not right, and so did you. You should all have fallen forward, but you were all sitting on the ground with your hands supporting here."

As he spoke, he raised the saber with his uninjured hand, and the blade stretched into the gap in the wooden floor, trying to pry it tentatively.

The old wooden stage was pried open without any difficulty. Jiang Chen lifted the brick and looked at the dowry exposed below.

The mahogany dowry, inlaid with gorgeous pearls, looks even more beautiful under a layer of dust.

It seems to seal the poignant beauty of another world.

"You open it." Jiang Chen pushed the box to Qianwu, "I need two hands, my hands hurt."

Qianwu glanced at his palms wrapped in cloth, and decisively took the saber and forcibly pried open the small lock on the dowry.

Before opening the box, he brushed off the dust on the dowry with his sleeve as usual, and then gently opened the lock.

A piece of kraft paper with a faint luster, with the words "Juanxiu" written on it.

snow soft.

"This is Ah Jiu's vote." Jiang Chen said.

The author has something to say: the little nerve is excitedly sticking to the ground.

Blood, blood!