Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The blood soaked the cloth wrapped around the wound, and fell to the ground drippingly with the footsteps.

Jiang Chen still had a peaceful expression, and his hand was hanging down naturally, as if it wasn't his hand.

Qian Wu walked a few steps ahead, stopped and waited for him.After walking a few more steps, he stopped and waited for him again.

"I said, Young Master Jiang." He turned his head helplessly and said, "I don't usually see you walking slowly, but you slow down when you get injured. You don't mean to make me feel guilty, right?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen finally returned to his normal pace, followed him and walked beside him, and said with a smile, "Then, with our current role-playing status, should the guilty lover do something?"

Qianwu squinted at him mercilessly.

"I should let you chop it off with a knife, knowing what pain is." Jiang Chen sighed regretfully, "I saved the hands of the artists of the era, but I can't even get a smile."

As soon as the words fell, Qianwu turned his head expressionlessly and stared at him.

Jiang Chen was about to admit defeat, when Qian Wu suddenly narrowed his eyes, pulled up the corner of his lips and gave him a forced smile.

Then he returned to his expressionless face, "Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, "Have you ever seen a fox? The one with a malicious face before it took shape to deceive people."

"I've only seen the ones that are full of tricks and are black when cut open." Qianwu shook his head and sighed softly, "There are also the ones that are heartless and have injured paws and are still swaying outside."

Jiang Chen laughed, they were walking side by side in the dark corridor, and when they were about to touch the door, Jiang Chen suddenly turned around.

Breaking out of Ah Jiu's illusion, the nameless light on the stage disappeared.

"What are you thinking?" Qianwu asked.

"I think it's a bit too easy." Jiang Chen put his intact hand into his pocket and pinched Ah Jiu's ballot, and said in a low voice, "From prying the floor to destroying the dowry, everything is too easy. Qu Jing Under the hollow floor of the stage, this position is so easy to find, haven't the players in front thought of it?"

Qianwu pondered for a while after hearing the words, "But that ballot is exactly the same as the one in the hands of the people of Qujing, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen turned around and said, "Maybe I'm overthinking."

Qian Wu stretched out his hand to open the door before him, and the two walked around into the courtyard and returned to Fa Ye's house.

The hall on the first floor was silent, except for two dim night lights that were on all night.After Qian Wu went in, he went straight to the stairs, but Jiang Chen suddenly stopped.

"Come out." Jiang Chen said coldly.

Qianwu followed his line of sight and turned his head to the rear right. Behind the statue and handicraft at the door, a figure slowly walked out.

Shan Yehua smiled and said, "Good evening, both of you."

"It's you?" Qianwu raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for clues just now, and I saw the two of you coming back from the outside in the middle of the night through the window in the corridor, and one of you still got a lottery, so I was a little curious." Shan Yehua leaned against the wall and hugged his chest with a low smile. The number one player often doesn't have any good fruit to eat. I heard that Jiang Yangyang made a lot of noise on the Qujing stage last night, and it's Qianwu's turn today?"

Jiang Chen's eyebrows were stern, "Speak directly if you have something to say."

"Your team has such a complete organization, there must be talented people leading the team, and it must be the two of you." Shan Yehua threw a walnut casually, "This dungeon has two lines, I have already solved the first one, why don't we cooperate? ?”

Jiang Chen didn't speak, Qian Wu looked at Shan Yehua, "Which two lines?"

"Still pretending." Shan Yehua sneered, and pressed the bridge of his nose helplessly, "The main line finds the lyrics of Jiuhuiyan and completes the performance, and the sub-line gets rid of Fa Ye as soon as possible to stop reducing staff. Fa Ye and Ah Jiu obviously have a feud, and may even have a relationship with Ah Jiu's death is related. There is only one possibility to kill him, find Ah Jiu's ticket and use the dungeon rules to kill him."

Qian Wu was about to speak, but Jiang Chen suddenly squeezed his palm quietly in the dark.

"Jiuhuiyan's information, we do have some clues." Jiang Chen said.

Qianwu's heart moved, he didn't show any surprise, and just continued to look at Shan Yehua.

Shan Yehua laughed relieved when he heard the words, "That's good. If we have clues, we will synchronize and push the main line together. As for the secondary line, I have already found Xue Rou's ticket."

The surroundings seemed to be silent for a while, but Jiang Chen's tone remained calm: "So fast, where did you find it?"

Shan Yehua took out a ballot from his pocket with his fingers, the kraft paper glowed faintly under the dim night light, and the graceful word "Xue Rou" also glowed with tenderness.

"Fat Master's study. I just sneaked in and found Xuerou's biography, but the content ended abruptly, and there were no valuable clues. But the bookcase behind those biographies is empty, and inside is the dowry for this ballot. "

Qianwu's expression remained calm and indifferent, "Are you sure it's available?"

"It's the same as the ones in the hands of the Qujing people. I've looked at their votes carefully before." Shan Yehua put the ballots back into his pocket and said with a smile, "As long as the name of Master Fa is written on the votes, they will be released without anyone noticing." Into the ballot box, Fa Ye will run for the election with one vote and come last, and he will have to abide by the rules of this world and commit suicide."

"You might as well try it." Jiang Chen said.

"Trying is a must." Shan Yehua said, "but you must meet the conditions. Your teammate's current ranking is very dangerous. If I make a move a day or two late, his life may be lost. Do you want to spend some money?" Sincerity?"

"Of course." Jiang Chen was decisive, "We will tell you all the clues about Jiuhuiyan."

"What is it?" Shan Yehua couldn't help showing longing in his eyes, put down his hands and stood up straight and said: "Is it the lyrics? Tell me, there will be connections between the lyrics, and we will look for them separately later."

Jiang Chen nodded: "You guessed right, every day No.1 will be possessed by Ah Jiu, humming a line of lyrics on the Qujing stage. We went too late yesterday, Jiang Yangyang has already finished singing, but today I heard what Qianwu said."

As he spoke, he reached out and took out the pen from his breast pocket, pulled off the cap, and took out a note from the table next to him.

The right hand was still bleeding, and Mr. Commander calmly changed his left hand.

"Qianwu," he said, "help me hold the lamp closer."

Qianwu stared at him speechlessly for two seconds, then turned around and lifted the small oil lamp and placed it by his hand.

Under the dim and flickering light, the young commander was handsome and calm, and the pen was scratching on the paper.

"Nine Times of Beauty"

——The romantic little fox Qianwu saw this sentence, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he lost all expression again.

"This is the first sentence?" Shan Yehua frowned, "I never thought this song would be in this style."

Jiang Chen said: "I'm not sure about this sentence, I just rushed in, maybe I didn't hear it clearly."

"It doesn't matter." Shan Yehua took it for granted instead, "Just be seven or eight percent accurate, and write as much as you can think of."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen nodded, "I'm sure about the latter."

Qian Wu approached with a blank expression, the light was dim, and he lay beside Jiang Chen to watch him continue to make up.

Jiang Chen continued the book and wrote: A stroke of aloofness, gorgeous in the world.

"This one really has the style of Ah Jiu's previous songs." Shan Yehua said, "Is there any more?"

"Also, I heard three sentences in total." Jiang Chen said, and wrote the last line.

——I hope you will show your face and sleep well every night.

Qian Wu was slightly stunned, then raised his head, Jiang Chen was looking down at him.

The moment his eyes collided, Jiang Chen looked away as if nothing had happened, and solemnly folded the paper and handed it over, "Keep it away, we haven't decided whether to tell other players yet."

"It's natural, I only exchange information with smart people." Shan Yehua picked up the piece of paper.

Jiang Chen spread his hands at him.

"What do you mean?" He raised his eyebrows warily.

Jiang Chen said, "Give us the vote, we will vote in it tomorrow."

"I will vote, but I can't give you votes." Shan Yehua sneered, "Who knows what kind of shit you guys will do."

"Really?" Jiang Chen smiled, "Alright, if you vote for this tomorrow, I will tell you the first sentence of the lyrics that I intentionally mispronounced."

Shan Yehua: "..."

"Good night." Jiang Chen turned and left in a leisurely manner.

"I'm really dumbfounded by your resourcefulness and unruffled serial nesting dolls, and I just want to applaud." Peng Peng looked at Jiang Chen, and after a while, he really stretched out his hand and patted it in the air.

"Don't be ridiculous." Zhong Liye sighed helplessly, "There are not many surgical stitches, if I make a mistake in sewing, you can find a way to heal Jiang Chen's hand."

The wound on Jiang Chen's hand had just been stitched up, and the wound was already slightly inflamed, with redness and swelling around the edges.

But he didn't seem to notice the pain, he just stared at the ticket he found and frowned in thought.

Qian Wu stood aside and looked at him for a while, then said to Peng Peng: "It's not just you, I was also shocked. Young Marshal Jiang is too deep, it seems that he has really honed the city in the past few years in the military."

"Really?" Jiang Chen looked at him when he heard the words, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "What is this? Shan Yehua's heart is not as good as that of a secretary under me, just tease the children, just for fun."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "It seems that Young Marshal Jiang's confidantes are full of bad things."

Jiang Chen smiled, "After all, everyone knows that I like to be full of bad water."

"You two, flirting is enough, don't think the three of us can't hear it." Peng Peng grimaced, "And the lyrics, I will lose your teeth for you. The commander of the Imperial Guard is suspended I'm dead, and I only think about writing love poems to please my boyfriend."

Qian Wu's expression changed, "What boyfriend?"

"I went downstairs yesterday and overheard what you said to Zhong Liye." Peng Peng snorted, "Don't think I don't know. I'm the bottom one now, and I might die tomorrow. You and a dead man are still hiding on."

Jiang Chen turned his head all of a sudden, and looked at Qianwu in bewilderment.

"What did you say to Zhong Liye?"

Qianwu: "..."

Jiang Chen looked at Zhong Liye again, "What did he say?"

"He said..." Zhong Liye's face was stern, and he said in a low voice: "He said he thought I should find a chance to beat Peng Peng up, and now I think so."

Peng Peng: "?"

Qu Ying couldn't help laughing, "Okay, everyone, hurry up and rest. Now that ballots have been found in different places, it means that there may be problems with these ballots, and the elimination of the last place will continue. Tomorrow, we must cheer up and try not to take pictures. downsizing."

When she said the last few words, she looked a little dignified, and said softly: "No, our team must not reduce the number of personnel."

"I have something to say to Qianwu." Peng Peng suddenly became serious, "You guys go first."

"Mysterious." Zhong Liye sighed, "Ever since you started to be afraid of death, it's not normal."

Qu Ying shook her head, "To be precise, it's not normal since you revealed to us that you have an enemy at the Lidao bar. You are very strange."

"You guys are so annoying." Peng Peng pouted, "Hurry up, I'm asking the boss to do something."

Zhong Liye glanced at him and couldn't help laughing, "De Xing, we're leaving first, call someone if you have something to do."

After the two left the room for a long time, Peng Peng turned to stare at Jiang Chen again.

Jiang Chen said unexpectedly: "Let me go too?"

"I have a private message to talk to Qianwu alone." Peng Peng said.

"It's impossible." Jiang Chen looked stern, "It's midnight, and my boyfriend is still there."

Hearing this, Qianwu glanced at him indifferently, "What?"

Jiang Chen kept silent, but apparently still had no intention of leaving.

"Okay, you can stay if you want, just don't be jealous." Peng Peng curled his lips, reached into his pocket to feel, and after a while, he took out something and put it in Qianwu's hand.

"I'll give this to you." Peng Peng said, "I don't know if I can go out of this dungeon. Anyway, the whole way ahead is basically covered by you. If I can't get out, I will leave this to you. You always take the risk Reckless, if one day Jiang Chen dies before you, no one can pull you on the edge of the cliff, maybe it can bring you a little bit of luck."

Qianwu was taken aback, lowered his head, and looked at the auspicious card in Peng Peng's palm.

"Nerves are actually quite good to me. The things they gave me are all good. The best thing is that the first dungeon made me team up with you by accident, and I was forced to live all the way to this day." Peng Peng He said in a low voice, "I heard you ask Zhong Liye that sentence yesterday. In fact, I always thought that Zhong Liye was not a veterinarian or a forensic doctor. He was more like a surgeon. It's not that I haven't thought about it. Is it a coincidence that I am crazy? Put me together with killing my father and my enemy. But I dare not ask...Qianwu, you are really a good person, it is not in vain that there are so many people in the real world who like you."

Jiang Chen moved, and said coldly: "Have you confessed enough?"

"It's over." Peng Peng said, "

It's not a confession, I did a whole night of mental training, and I can barely accept the fact that I might burp tomorrow night.Anyway, entrusting my family's messy affairs to the two big brothers may be more useful than my own life to check for the rest of my life.Alone, nothing to worry about. "

Peng Peng took Qianwu's hand and put the auspicious card into his palm, "Put it away, actually you need this thing the most."

"You won't die." Qianwu couldn't help but say.

Hearing this, Peng Peng smiled, it was a helpless smile, and he said softly, "Who dares to say that, the road to ballots is blocked, tomorrow depends on fate."

Qianwu was silent when he heard the words, and nodded slightly after a while.

He really didn't have conclusive evidence to tell Peng Peng that you would not die, maybe it was just a premonition—but he was very different from Jiang Chen, he always relied on his intuition, whether it was in the real world or in his nerves.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing." Peng Peng walked two steps towards the door, then suddenly turned around, and said, "I accidentally broke the record player in my room, is it all right? The record player won't What is an important prop?"

"Broken?" Qianwu raised his eyebrows, "Why is it broken?"

Peng Peng sighed, "I'm sorry, this kind of thing looks like some kind of vinyl, it's very advanced, I can't help but want to play."

While talking, he walked to Qianwu's phonograph, turned on the switch casually, and held up the stylus.

The record rotated gently with the disk, but there was no sound because the stylus was forced up a few millimeters.

Qianwu: "What are you doing?"

"My hand is owed, and I just see it turning in one direction, and my hand itch." Peng Peng stretched out his other hand while talking, and at the same time he let go of the stylus, with the other hand, he vigorously turned the record Rotate in the opposite direction.

The disk rotates clockwise, and he does not counterclockwise. Under the counter-balance of the two forces, the stylus scratches desperately and makes a harsh scratching sound.

Jiang Chen: "...You can chop off your debts. If the boss loses his temper and kills you because of this kind of thing, please don't say it's our teammate in hell."

Qian Wu looked at the buzzing gramophone, and said, "Just a little demonstration. Are you going to destroy mine too?"

Peng Peng sighed, "No, I'm showing you that I developed a new way to play after it broke down."

Qianwu: "?"

The phonograph finally stopped spinning under heavy destruction.

Peng Peng turned off the switch with a bang, and rearranged the record, and stroked the needle reassuringly, and put it on the original position, as if everything was fine and nothing happened.

"I think it's broken." Qianwu said coldly.

Peng Peng didn't say anything, he waited silently for a while, and then turned on the switch again.

This time, he didn't intervene.The gramophone's disk, after a moment of jamming, began to spin again.The record was still the song of Ah Jiu that Qian Wu had listened to before, but just after singing a few lines, his voice was suddenly replaced by rustling white noise.

Then, Jiang Chen's cold voice sounded from inside.

"You can chop off your debts. If the boss loses his temper and kills you because of this kind of thing, please don't say it's our teammates in hell."

Qianwu and Jiang Chen were stunned by coincidence, they looked at each other in silence, they both saw disbelief on each other's face.

"Is it fun? Is it anti-science?" Peng Peng hissed as he said, "Don't make noise, and what's more, it can be recorded."

Soon Qianwu's voice sounded from inside again, "Just a little demonstration, you want to destroy mine too?"

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Peng Peng turned off the switch again, and sighed: "My record player is like this. It can only play the few words that I accidentally recorded in a loop repeatedly. What's even more weird is that I can't change a record even if I want to. That record is like It was glued to the disk by some kind of strong diamond glue, and it couldn’t be pulled off.”

Jiang Chen paused, "Didn't you say it was bad at the beginning? This can't be called bad, maybe it's some hidden setting, and you got it out by luck."

"If you hit the big luck, it's good luck. If it's broken, it's bad." Peng Peng sighed, "I blame my stupid brain. I didn't realize it for a while. It may be the hidden mechanism of the copy. I insisted on digging out the record, but I turned the record It was broken off, and the remaining half was still on the disk, and it was a chicken-and-egg fight."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Qian Wu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stretched out his hand, turned on the switch again, pushed the record back forcibly, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Jiang is also a poker face today."

Jiang Chen: "Hello..."

"Hush!" Qian Wu interrupted him with a frown, shutting off the phonograph with a bang, and turning it on again after a while.

rustle……

"Young Marshal Jiang also has a poker face today."

Qianwu stared at the spinning record holding his breath——

"Young Marshal Jiang also has a poker face today."

"Young Marshal Jiang also has a poker face today."

Jiang Chen's expression gradually left, "How many times are you going to scold?"

"Have you heard it yet?" Qianwu said, "This voice is much clearer than the one I recorded, and there is a slight change in the timbre."

Jiang Chen paused when he heard the words, "What do you mean?"

"Did I sing today?" Qian Wu suddenly asked.

Jiang Chen said, "It's not singing. I was guarding outside your door, and you suddenly walked out in the middle of the night. When you got on the stage, you muttered in a low voice, and you couldn't hear what you were talking about. Maybe it was singing, anyway, you I've been out of tune since I was a child."

Peng Peng opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Aren't you an artist? Are artists still out of tune?"

But Qianwu seemed to be thinking about something, and didn't care to argue with them, and suddenly said after a while: "Maybe we should move the gramophone to the Qujing Grand Stage, no matter who goes up, record those unclear words."

Jiang Chen slightly raised his eyebrows, "Do you think you can record the lyrics of Jiuhuiyan?"

"Ah Jiu's throat has been hollowed out." Qianwu seemed to remember it now, and said softly: "Perhaps she kills every No.1, and she doesn't really want their lives, but hopes that they can replace them." She spoke."

The author has something to say: the little nerve is trembling with anger.

The rules for the next dungeon——

He wrote swear words and died suddenly on the spot.