Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The boat barely docked, and Qianwu finally saw the sign clearly.

[The 5th copy: Plague Village]

【Number of players: 100】

[Mission objective: There are no bosses in the village, all players will try their best to survive, and the mission contribution will count as points]

[Mission description: Mr. a businessman who loves to collect has built a collection hall in his hometown village, but he himself runs out of business all the year round.Later, the unknown plague went down the mountain and slaughtered the whole village, leaving no living people in the village.Mr. Merchant hired a hundred warriors to brave the village for him and go to the collection hall to take out the collection.Players will rest and replenish overnight outside the dungeon, and draw lots to go on the road the next day.Please remember, all the way westward, the collection hall is in the center of the village, and you can only leave the village after you get the collection and continue westward. 】

"You are unlucky." The boatman said regretfully.

Peng Peng, who was getting off the boat, stumbled when he heard the words, and turned his head in a daze.

Jiang Chen looked at the sign, "The previous dungeons all had a mechanism for triggering the death of all members, either a rolling death screening, or a task limit that did not complete the sudden death of all members, but this dungeon has nothing."

The voice in the boatman's belly said, "The score is calculated based on the contribution of the task, which means that the contribution is not forced. This kind of dungeon is the death book that all veterans avoid. The danger is extremely high, and the benefits are almost zero."

After wishing everyone good luck, he stopped talking.The traffic on the shore was congested, and the boatmen coordinated their oars in silence and left staggeredly.

The village is surrounded by a big mountain, the signboard stands at the entrance, and there is a large row of small bamboo houses next to it, and the sign of "departure camp" is hung outside the fence.

A large group of players stood blankly in the open space outside the dungeon. Qianwu glanced over, and almost all of them were alone, staring blankly at the sign that was gradually dimming in the night.Someone turned his head and looked into the village with empty and fearful eyes.

Qianwu watched in a daze, until Peng Peng pawed him, "What are you thinking about?"

Qian Wu returned to his senses, "Huh?"

"Wandering in a daze, it's like smiling but not smiling, it's scary." Qu Ying rubbed her arms and whispered: "There is no boss in this dungeon, take it easy, and avoid evil spirits."

Jiang Chen looked soft, Qian Wu looked at him, and replied to Qu Ying: "I didn't think about the boss, but I just think the current scene is very inspirational."

"..."

Peng Peng remained expressionless, "Are you serious? Seeing more than 90 poor little ones whose scalps are numb from the shock of death, but you just want to draw?"

"I seem to have come out of the trough of inspiration. It's a pity that I can't draw." Qianwu smiled, and walked past him in the direction of the bamboo house, "I hope to get out of my nerves soon."

"That's right." Peng Peng sighed and followed, "There isn't even an audience here."

Zhong Liye followed: "Let's stay in the bamboo house tonight and discuss the countermeasures."

The sky was dark, but the players didn't talk to each other. 100 people walked to the bamboo courtyard in silence, and everyone kept their distance.

"Mom!"

The person walking in front suddenly paused, and fell back to the ground in a panic.

Under the night, a row of two-meter-high fence posts outside the bamboo fence suddenly turned around at the same time.It was actually ten old women with thick bodies and disheveled hair. Following the man's exclamation, they raised their heads at the same time, their plump cheeks trembling in the air, and smiled at the players.

The next second, a fire suddenly lit up on the fence above their heads, illuminating the gloomy and ugly faces.

Fear fermented in the dead silence, Jiang Chen walked to Qianwu's side, their sleeves rubbed together.

Qian Wu said softly: "They look exactly the same, and they seem to have known each other before."

Jiang Chen: "Déjà vu?"

"The two-meter-tall old woman with plump cheeks looks like a mountain ghost described in some book, but I won't remember it for a while." Qianwu yawned, and became sleepy when it got dark. He lowered his eyelids and said: "It seems that there is no way to stop tonight."

Ten old women spread out to guide the players. The gate of the fence can only allow two people to enter at the same time, and a hundred players had to squeeze in at the door and slowly enter.Qian Wu stood in the crowd, his eyes unconsciously scanned those faces, Jiang Chen suddenly said in a low voice: "There are acquaintances."

"Huh?" Qianwu raised an eyebrow, "Where is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Jiang Chen reminded him, he saw a familiar face.

Qiqi, the exile in the first copy, was still dressed as a middle school student. When she walked to the door and saw Qianwu, she turned her head and smiled at him.

"She's still here." Peng Peng subconsciously stopped a step in front of Qu Ying, "Stay away from her, lest she confuse you again."

"It doesn't seem necessary." Qianwu glanced at Qiqi's arm and said, "Both the red and the blue are at the initial value, so they shouldn't be fake nerves in disguise. It seems that after the dungeon of the manor, she accidentally entered It broke our nerves once and killed enough players to stay."

Qiqi, who had already entered the door, seemed to have heard it, she turned her head and smiled at Qianwu: "That's right, I will be a grasshopper with one nerve in the future, big brother, take care of me, I am someone who knows what you can do."

Qianwu smiled calmly, looked past her, and continued to look at other players.

This is the fifth dungeon. The average level of Duniao is good. There are even a few with good talents. Their calm nerves are almost as high as Jiang Chen's, and their sensitivity is nearly half of Qianwu's.

As usual, the team waited until the end, when an old woman came over and said, "I'll take you to the room to rest."

"A room for everyone?" Qianwu followed her calmly, "Can we live here?"

"Yes, the rooms are more compact, exactly one hundred." The old woman said, "This village is very evil. You should have a good rest before drawing lots to enter tomorrow morning."

Qianwu didn't say a word, Peng Peng and the others were settled into the room one by one, the old woman led him and Jiang Chen to the last two rooms of a row of bamboo houses, "This is it. There will be more voices in a while, call In the end, you can't step out of the room. But please don't go to bed right away, I will come and take care of you one by one at night."

"No need." Qianwu smiled, "We can take care of ourselves."

"This is my duty, no need to say more." The old woman opened the door for him, "Please come in."

The room was dark, with only two candles, and the flames flickered for no reason, leaving two blackened marks on the roof illuminated by the candles.

Qian Wu went to the bed and sat down, Jiang Chen appeared at the door after a while, Zhong Liye and Qu Ying were also there.

Zhong Liye said: "There seems to be nothing unusual, except for those old women with amazing looks."

"I haven't officially entered the village yet, so my nerves may not be serious." Qianwu said, "Where's Peng Peng?"

Zhong Liye hesitated, "I knocked on his door just now, and he said that he was tired and wanted to rest directly."

"He's a bit weird." Qu Ying frowned and said, "He's been down since the last dungeon. Didn't you send him back to his room at the end of the wine session last night? Did you quarrel?"

"No." Zhong Liye frowned, "We drank too much, and we spent half our lives chatting together, who knows what happened to him."

Qianwu glanced at Jiang Chen, and Jiang Chen said, "Plague Village, let me hear what you think."

"Probably just like the name, there will be a source of infection." Zhong Liye said, "The sign says that there will be a lottery to go on the road. I don't know what it means. There are a lot of non-woven fabrics and antibiotics in the lucky bag. I will do it overnight tonight. Some masks will be sent to you tomorrow morning."

Qu Ying frowned and thought for a while, "Plague Village, we haven't entered the village yet, so there should be no risk of infection, right?"

"Yeah." Qianwu nodded, "It says on the sign that the players will rest here for a night of replenishment. The implication is to eat well, drink well, and sleep well."

"The village has long been slaughtered by the plague, and there is no plague if there is no living body. But everything is uncertain in the nerves, everyone should be careful." Zhong Liye said, "Please remember, from tomorrow on, don't touch the people in the village lightly. Water and food, and try not to touch your eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and don’t let yourself get wounds.”

Qu Ying sighed and said, "I think Qianwu really likes the old-fashioned cakes from Master Fa's house. Before he came out, he stored a lot in the lucky bag. Let's share a share. There is also water. Which of you brought a water bag?"

"I took out five water bags from the Purgatory Benli Inn." Zhong Liye took out the lucky bags, "It happens to be one for each person, and they are all filled up before departure tomorrow morning."

Qu Ying used oiled paper to split the pastry and packed the biggest bag for Qianwu as usual, but she hesitated before handing it to him, "The more you eat this, the thirstier you become, and you can't eat it if you're hungry. Don't be greedy."

Qian Wu smiled lightly, "So serious?"

"Otherwise, what should I do?" Qu Ying worriedly took out medical gloves from her lucky bag, "You should wear these, as you are prone to trigger danger."

"No need." Qianwu shook his head, "If there is a plague, no one can escape. Compared with this, I care more about the so-called drawing lots."

Jiang Chen said: "There are three small roads at the entrance of the village. I can't see it clearly because of the black lights. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

After the materials were distributed, Qu Ying took Peng Peng's share and wanted to send it to him. Qian Wu waited for her to leave before calling: "Zhong Li."

Zhong Liye turned his head at the door, "Huh?"

"I have something to ask you." Jiang Chen walked to him, stretched out his hand and pushed the door shut, blocking him in the door.

Zhong Liye was a little surprised, "What's the matter? What must I ask tonight?"

"You are not a forensic doctor." Qianwu looked at him calmly, "Peel out the skin and go out the eyes, weigh the ashes to know the bones, you are a doctor, and you are a doctor with rich experience in first aid, and a doctor who is also used to large operating tables."

The small room was silent for a long time, when Zhong Liye suddenly lowered his eyes and laughed, "What's wrong with you two? Skinning and gouging out the eyes, weighing the ashes and knowing the bones, isn't this the ability of a forensic doctor?"

"The forensic doctor doesn't have this ability." Jiang Chen stared at him, "The professional skill of the forensic doctor lies in inspection, and the doctor is good at operating the knife. Last time Peng Peng was injured, we can all see that you are very unwilling to help, maybe there is stress in your heart , my hands were still trembling when I went through the medicine box, but once he sewed it up, it was fast and stable, isn’t this a professional quality that is carved into the bone?”

Zhong Liye lowered his eyes and smiled when he heard the words, the candlelight was flickering, but his gentle temperament seemed to be gradually disintegrating. He raised his hand to stroke his forehead, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"What did Peng Peng tell you?" He took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "I was drunk last night and said something to him that shouldn't be said. He looked down on me, didn't he? Turned around and told you too? "

Qianwu and Jiang Chen looked at each other, Jiang Chen said: "He didn't say too much, so we want to hear your explanation."

"Peng Peng has a sense of justice." Zhong Liye smiled weakly. He pulled the little horse beside him and fell down. He lowered his head and said weakly: "That's right, it was a thought. The knife hit the big blood vessel , I was on duty that day, and he rushed in so that I would not alarm anyone, and asked me to quietly pull out the knife for him. I was so panicked that the tip of the local anesthesia needle was on his flesh, and it was only at that moment that I remembered that he had used lidocaine. allergy."

Zhong Liye's voice was hoarse, his fingers were caught in his hair, and his body was shaking violently, "The needle was on his body, the knife would keep moving down when he was breathing, the big blood vessel was about to burst, and my whole body was shaking. It was too late to prepare a sterile environment, and he refused to call someone. If he is not anesthetized, he may go into shock, and he will die from shock, but the probability is slightly smaller. But as long as he dies, the pain of many people will end. I... "

There was a gloomy chill on Qianwu's back. He stared at the man curled up on his knees, and said coldly: "You injected an anesthetic that would make him allergic, or in other words, you killed him."

"I violated the doctor's ethics." Zhong Liye burst into tears, "My colleagues said it was an unavoidable accident, and only a very small number of people are allergic to lidocaine. It is normal to forget the skin test in that situation. Yes, but I know in my heart that it is not, my scalpel has become a murder knife, and I killed him!"

Jiang Chen was silent all the time, and after a while he suddenly realized something, "Is your name really Zhong Liye?"

The man trembled, and after a long time he said in a hoarse voice, "It was changed later."

"What was your original name?"

Zhong Liye smiled wryly, "Perhaps you have heard that Zhong Li has a double surname, and it is also my real name. My original surname is Zhong, and my name is Zhong Li."

After these two words fell, Qianwu stood up all of a sudden.

Jiang Chen's voice was still calm, "So that's it. The youngest and most famous scalpel in the empire. Your teacher rescued my father from a car accident four years ago. Unfortunately, he also failed to save my father's life."

Zhong Liye nodded dejectedly, "I know."

Qian Wu was stunned for a long time before suddenly realizing something, suddenly frowned and said: "That's not right."

Zhong Liye stared blankly at his hands, "What's wrong."

"The time is wrong." Qian Wu frowned and looked at Jiang Chen, "He is a few years older than Peng Peng, but when Peng Peng's father had an accident, Peng Peng was still a child, and at that time he also—"

Jiang Chen nodded, "

And if I remember correctly, the genius doctor Zhong Li should have gradually faded out of public view in the past year or so, and the matter of anesthetics should have been in the past two years. "

"What are you talking about?" Zhong Liye raised his bloodshot eyes, "What happened to Peng Peng's father? What happened to his father?"

Jiang Chen said softly: "The person you just mentioned who is allergic to anesthetics—"

Zhong Liye wiped the tears off his face, "It's my stepfather. He owed a whole lot of debts and ran away. Later, when I got ahead, he came back. His temper softened a lot and he could cook. I thought he had changed his ways, but he But he beat my mother secretly, the knife was inserted by my mother, so...he told me not to disturb the other doctors on duty, of course I would not call for major surgery.” He laughed and choked, “How could I Fold my mother in for him?"

Qian Wu sat back on the bed and let out a sharp breath.

His palms were covered with sweat, and the chill on his back was lingering.

"I'm sorry to force you to tell about this experience." Jiang Chen walked over, put his hand on his shoulder, and said after a long time: "How much did you tell Peng Peng yesterday?"

"It is said that I used drugs to sensitize and killed a vicious person, but I didn't mention the relationship between him and me." Zhong Liye smiled with tears in his eyes, "Peng Peng is quite a simple child, happy and cheerful, although always It's clamoring to bear hatred, but who can he be enemies with like that? I don't want him to hear too dark things."

"I think you have to tell him the whole thing." Jiang Chen paused, "Perhaps nerves created some coincidences inadvertently when selecting candidates. You have the right to keep silent about your own affairs, but since you have said it, let the matter be kept silent." say clearly."

"What's wrong with Peng Peng?" Zhong Liye looked at him, then at Qianwu, "What does my business have to do with him?"

"We shouldn't be the ones to tell you." Qianwu said, "But you have to explain it clearly to him."

Zhong Liye frowned and looked at them for a long time, then nodded heavily, "I drank too much last night, he lay on my back and moaned, he said he thought I was like his brother, we chatted for a long time, I don't know Before I knew it, I told him something about me. Well, I will find a chance to talk to him tomorrow."

Zhong Liye straightened his hair and clothes, Qian Wu and Jiang Chen stood at the door, watching him stagger back to the room.

Jiang Chen sighed and said in a low voice: "Everyone has a story. He made a mistake, felt that he was not worthy of the word doctor, and changed his identity to cover up the rot in his heart. The boatman was right, the people who enter the nerve are outside People who can't survive."

Qianwu didn't say a word, and after a long time suddenly asked: "How many points do we have now?"

Jiang Chen pulled up his sleeves, exposing his arms.

"I'm sensitive at eleven o'clock, and calm at 24:38." He glanced at Qianwu's arm, and sighed again, "You're sensitive at [-], calm at minus three."

Qian Wu smiled, "A few more bosses like me, and you're about to go out. Young Marshal Jiang's rationality can drive people crazy, and he has no ability to empathize. It's really not easy to infect you."

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at him, "Maybe, my nerves want to monopolize you, want to make more bosses like you, and send me out forcibly."

"What do you want to do after you go out?" Qianwu said in a relaxed tone, "Go to the marshal and his wife's cemetery first, and tell them that you have found the youngest son of the Jiang family."

Jiang Chen didn't answer, stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and said in a low voice: "It's hard to go out, but easy to stay. Either go out together, or don't leave with anyone."

"Perhaps my nerves will never let me go." Qianwu said lightly: "From the moment the peaches were opened in the first lucky bag, it seemed that there was a premonition that it wanted to keep me here and create a false freedom , Let me sink, never want to go out."

"If one day you really don't want to leave." Jiang Chen said calmly, "Then stay here together."

The sound of the watch sounded, and Jiang Chen went back to the next room while the sound was still there.The courtyard was quiet, but the old woman who originally said she wanted to visit the room did not appear.

Qianwu stood quietly by the window for a while, but he didn't see anyone. He felt sleepy in the dark night, looked at the candles dotted behind the windows of those rooms, yawned, walked to the bedside, put on his clothes and lay down. Down.

In a haze, he dreamed of Mrs. Jiang again.The deceased woman was very loving, caressing his face tenderly, said: "Qianwu, the Jiang family is your home, and we are your parents. There are people in the world who care about you, and you are not alone."

He sighed in his half-consciousness, and realized that he had turned over and was about to fall back to sleep when he suddenly heard a scream.

The cry brought the sleeping consciousness back to reality, Qianwu stood up abruptly, went to the window and opened the half-closed window.

The window paper opposite the courtyard was splashed with blood. After a while, the old woman suddenly pushed the door and came out. Blood was dripping on her plump cheeks. She opened the door next to her with a strange smile.

Qianwu was stunned for a long time, and a creepy feeling slowly crept into his heart. He was about to move, but he suddenly saw a black robe in his peripheral vision.

Another old woman just came out of Jiang Chen's room and walked towards him with a smile.

Qianwu's back felt cold, he subconsciously glanced to the next door, but he couldn't see the room that was completely connected to him in his field of vision.The old woman went to the door, opened it and entered, and closed the door behind her.

She held a large teapot in her left hand, which exuded a slightly sweet milk fragrance.The scent weakened the horror scene a little. She walked to the table, lifted a closed water glass, poured a cup of tea for Qian Wu, and said, "It's been hard work, are you still used to it?"

Out of the corner of the eye, the old lady who had just killed someone walked into another room, and in that room lifted a player over her head, like a back fall, and smashed the player to the ground.

There were constant cries of pain, and the players in the entire bamboo courtyard seemed to be being tortured by these ten old women.

After pouring the tea, the old woman took out a plate of dim sum out of nowhere. When it was placed on the table, the dim sum rolled down. She stretched out her thick hand to pick up the dim sum and put it back.But her palm was too big, and she knocked off two pieces on one base, and dropped more and more, and the table was full of snacks.

Qianwu's horrified mood was filled with helplessness and amused, and he couldn't help thinking, if he hadn't helped, would the old woman have been picking it up until dawn.

"I don't have much patience when I know I need help." The old woman suddenly turned her back to him and said coldly.

Qianwu was stunned for a moment, then walked up hesitantly.

The painter's hands were slender and nimble, and he quickly put all the snacks back on the plate. The old woman remained silent, as if she didn't want to do anything more.

"Eat." The old woman said, "Don't you like to eat sweets for supper?"

Qianwu snorted, reached out to pick up a piece of snack, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the wall.

On the other side of the wall is Jiang Chen's room.

The old woman should have checked Jiang Chen, but from the beginning to the end, he didn't hear any noise from the next door.

"He's fine." The old woman smiled hollowly in the dim candlelight, "He's really fine."

Qianwu's hands froze.

At that moment just now, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and the last thought was that Jiang Chen should not have an accident before entering the dungeon.

Then, the old woman seemed to answer his guess.

"Why don't you eat it? Eat it quickly." The old woman seemed a little impatient, and Qianwu hesitantly put the pastry into her mouth with her hand holding up the pastry. Just as she touched her lips, the old woman suddenly stretched out her hand and forced him to stuff it in.

Qianwu coughed for a while, pushed her hand away and stood up from the stool, "What are you doing?"

However, the old woman seemed to have lost her mind, and she also stood up straight suddenly. She was more than two meters tall enough to look down on Qianwu. She was tall and big, and stepped forward with two steps, forcing Qianwu to the corner.

Cold sweat covered his back, and Qianwu's mind was almost blank. From the time the old woman entered the house, everything was illogical and confusing.

The old woman got closer and closer, she slowly lowered her head, the flesh of her cheeks trembling in the air.She didn't seem to have any killing intent, and there was even a weird smile on the corner of her mouth.

Qianwu suddenly realized something.

His eyes widened in shock, "Shan Mu? Are you Shan Mu?"

When I was a child, I read a book about oriental monsters in Jiang's house, which mentioned Shanmao.A tall, thick, ugly old woman who likes to visit people's houses at night.She can know what people are thinking in their hearts, and people's thoughts will give her abilities.If someone thinks, this thing is so ugly it won't kill me, she will kill the other party.

The old woman didn't answer, she stretched out her hand and pressed him against the wall, her plump lips came together, smiling to kiss him.

Qianwu was sweating all over, his hands and feet seemed to be frozen, this female monster was as strong as a mountain, he punched her near the temple, her joints were about to explode, but the opponent remained motionless and continued to approach.

"Jiang Chen." Qian Wu gritted his teeth and pushed, "Facing such a guy, what are you thinking about?"

The face of the old woman had already been pasted up, hanging in the mirror on the wall, Qianwu saw himself being squeezed against the wall by the mountain like a powerless kite.He covered his face with his hands and was squeezed so hard he could barely breathe.

That thick hand started to untie his collar, Qianwu gradually became expressionless, as if he was dead.He said indifferently behind the back of his hand: "If I want you to go next door and beat that guy up, will you carry out my idea first?"

Grandma Shan didn't answer, she had already ripped off a button on Qianwu's collar, but in the next second, Qianwu suddenly felt a pain in his neck.

In the mirror opposite, Ah Jiu's collar button, which he wore stringed around his neck, seemed to flicker.Then he clearly saw that his hands in the mirror gradually became whiter and thinner, the end of his eyes elongated imperceptibly, his red lips became more colorful, and his outline gradually softened.

After a while, Ah Jiu in the mirror looked at him blankly, he licked his lower lip, and the woman in the mirror also licked her lower lip blankly.

Shanba suddenly let go of him and stood up.

"What's going on." She murmured, "The man next door is clearly thinking of a man who lives here, why are you a woman?"

"..."

Qian Wu, who witnessed the whole process of being possessed by Ah Jiu, did not want to deny it.

He tried hard to control his consciousness. After a long time, the old woman finally nodded and said, "Want to sleep?"

"Ah."

"Then go to sleep." The old woman turned around and left, "I have another guest to visit."

Qian Wu stood motionless until the guy left and closed the door tightly, then he turned his head fiercely and stared at the wall separating him from Jiang Chen.

The collar button flashed, and the outline of the woman in the mirror gradually became straight, and after a few seconds, she changed back to Qianwu's own appearance.

The author has something to say: The little nerve beat the floor with regret.

You should think in your heart that Jiang Chen should be damned!Don't suppress your thoughts!