Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The bizarre screams continued one after another, and they didn't stop until the middle of the night.

The next morning, when Jiang Chen came to knock on the door, Qian Wu was leaning on the table and pressing his temple wearily.

Jiang Chen was stunned, "Why don't you sleep on the bed?"

"It's so loud, can you sleep?" Qian Wu raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Where's Zhong Liye?"

Jiang Chen said, "I haven't seen anyone yet, so I'll take a look at you first."

"I'm a little worried." Qianwu rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a long breath, "Let's go and have a look."

The two walked out the door, Jiang Chen asked, "How was last night?"

"Here, you have to ask yourself." Qianwu said expressionlessly.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean, take gunpowder early in the morning?"

"Heh." Qianwu turned his face and smiled, "What were you thinking when the old lady visited you last night?"

"What are you thinking? I don't have any impression." Jiang Chen frowned slightly, "She asked about her coldness and warmth, I answered a few perfunctory words, and she left within half a minute."

Qianwu opened his mouth, "Oh."

Passing by Peng Peng's room, he just came out with an afro on his head, his eyelids were swollen, he turned his head and saw Qian Wu greeted him, and put the hat on his head to barely press down his hair.

"Morning."

Qian Wu took a look at him: "How was last night?"

"That old woman almost scared me to death." Peng Peng murmured, "But after pouring a cup of tea and chatting for a while, I left. Later, I heard other people crying in the room. Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Qian Wu paused, "Did Zhong Liye look for you last night?"

Peng Peng's expression darkened when he heard this, and he muttered: "No, why mention him?"

"He told us his doctor's identity last night." Jiang Chen said in a serious tone, "But he only told you half of it, we are afraid that you will be overwhelmed."

Peng Peng frowned and turned his head, "What half?"

Qian Wu said bluntly: "That person is not your father, don't hate the wrong person."

Peng Peng froze for a moment, frowned and said, "I know."

"Know?"

"Of course I know, he did it two years ago, and my dad died when I was in junior high school." Peng Peng spread his hands, "You two big brothers, do I have a brain too?"

Qianwu and Jiang Chen were silent at the same time.

"Forgot that you have a brain." Jiang Chen said, "Sorry, I can't always remember."

Qianwu asked, "Then why are you in a bad mood?"

"Is it so obvious?" Peng Peng touched his face, "I was a little angry. Before, everyone in the bar put their hearts and souls into believing that he was a forensic doctor, but in the end he was still lying to us. I really don't understand. I don't want to say it." Not to mention, as for cheating?"

Qian Wu paused, "Do you really believe that he is a forensic doctor?"

"Believe it." Peng Peng clapped his hands, "You don't believe it?"

Qianwu and Jiang Chen were silent at the same time, and Jiang Chen continued to walk forward with a blank expression.

"Nobody believes it." Qianwu sighed and patted Peng Peng's shoulder, "Stop losing your temper."

Peng Peng's whole body collapsed, and he followed the two of them dejectedly.Qian Wu couldn't help but asked again, "When the old woman came into your room yesterday, what were you thinking?"

"What are you thinking?" Peng Peng pondered for a while, "Oh, I was thinking, I will ignore Zhong Liye for three days, not say a word to him, and I won't even enter his room when I pass by. If he appears in front of me In front of him, I didn't even give him a look."

"..." Qianwu suddenly stopped, and said complicatedly: "Peng Peng."

Peng Peng: "?"

Jiang Chen in front turned around and asked, "You've been asking people what they were thinking last night all morning, do you have a clue?"

Qianwu took a deep look at him, then turned his gaze back to Peng Peng's face, hesitant to speak.

Not far ahead, the door of Zhong Liye's room was suddenly pushed open, he came out and turned his head to see everyone, heaved a sigh of relief: "Hey, everyone is alright, I only saw Qu Ying when I came out just now, we are both fine ,what about you?"

He walked over while talking, "Last night those old women seemed to pick some players to torture. Did you hear the voice? Fortunately, I wasn't picked. None of you were picked, right?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, Qianwu raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Chen's suddenly stiff back.

After more than ten seconds, Peng Peng suddenly clapped his hands, "I'll go! I seem to understand the logic of those old women's actions!"

Qianwu silently patted him on the shoulder in praise.

Jiang Chen in front finally turned his head, with an unprecedented expression on his face.He opened his mouth but didn't say a word, Qianwu raised his lips and smiled at him, "It seems that Young Marshal Jiang remembered."

Jiang Chen: "You—"

He couldn't help but look Qianwu up and down, his eyes swept over Qianwu's neckline where a button had been dropped, his face suddenly became ugly.

"What's wrong with you two?" Peng Peng looked at them strangely.

Zhong Liye waved: "Peng Peng, I have something to tell you, come here."

"I'm not going." Peng Peng walked over slowly with a cold face, "Don't talk to me."

When the two walked away, Qian Wu squinted his eyes and smiled: "As expected of the commander of the empire, facing such a terrible thing, you still want to sleep with me?"

Jiang Chen pulled out his saber from the back of his waist, "I'll kill them."

"No need." Qianwu pulled out the collar button and said in a low voice: "This thing is a bit powerful. It flashed last night, and I became Ah Jiu in the mirror. The old woman thought she had found the wrong person and left."

"..."

Jiang Chen said complicatedly: "I really don't know whether to be grateful or feel disgusted."

"We should be thankful." Qianwu said calmly: "It saved our love."

"..."

When the sun rose completely, the ten mountain bastards appeared in the yard again, standing in a row, and the players went out one after another.

Qian Wu glanced over and found that almost one-third of the people were injured, the mild ones had bruised noses and swollen faces, and the severe ones directly broke their arms. Almost everyone had trauma, and the situation was very bad.

The last door slowly opened, and the players inside lay on the ground and struggled to crawl out.

"Help me..." he begged hoarsely, "help me, take me into the dungeon..."

That was the person Qianwu saw last night being picked up and thrown to the ground by Grandma Shan. Zhong Liye walked over to touch his back, and shook his head silently.

As if the man had been sentenced to death, his pupils dilated in an instant, and his lips moved and murmured some inaudible words.

"Warriors, you are about to leave." The ten mountain bastards smiled collectively, bowed and said: "Please come out with us to draw lots and go on the road."

The players were still silent, and some people were dissatisfied and asked, "Why is there a lottery? Do you have any supplies?"

"We'll explain it to everyone later." Samba said and took out a big jar, "Smoking first, then talking."

Ten identical bamboo pots lined up in a row, and the players hesitated to step forward.

"Villages are entered by lottery," said a villager. "It doesn't matter if you don't draw lots. You can stay in the camp all the time. We will take good care of those who want to stay, and send care and condolences every night."

Before the words fell, the players immediately started to move, and those who had already died rushed to the front with expressionless faces.

People stretched into the bamboo pots to draw lots, and soon someone shouted: "What the hell, I don't have anything on this lot!"

A small wooden stick that looks similar to the prayer sticks in the temple, the man turned it over and over again, and both sides were empty.

"I have no words."

"Empty, all empty."

"Did anyone draw the words?"

The grandparents looked this way, "Is there anyone else who wants to draw lots?"

Qu Ying whispered: "Let's smoke."

Qianwu nodded, and walked to the nearest mountain grandma, who held the bamboo tube higher with a smile.

I reached in, and it was empty.Qianwu groped around, unable to touch the edge or touch anything, until a small wooden stick suddenly slammed into his palm.

He paused for a moment, let go of his hand and put the wooden bar down, and then leaned down.

Another one bumped into itself.

Let go and hit again.

Repeated several times, it seems that the same stick is haunting him from beginning to end.

Qianwu gave up, he simply took out that one, turned it over to look at the back, and it was empty on both sides.

Jiang Chen next to him glanced at his palm, "Me too."

"It's the same." Peng Peng said, "There is no writing on it."

"It will be there soon." Yamaba said, "The gods will balance the number of people, so the result will not be announced until all those who want to draw have been drawn."

After she finished speaking, a word gradually appeared on the wooden stick in Qianwu's hand.

level.

"What the hell!" shouted a man, "Smoking such a bad thing early in the morning!"

"I'm a bad sign."

"Me too!"

"I am Ping."

"Me too. Is it better to be flat?"

"Is it lucky?"

The players who were originally reluctant to meet finally discussed it, and stretched their necks to look around at the results of others.

Qu Ying said, "I am Ping."

Zhong Liye sighed, "Me too."

Qianwu gently twirled the flat character with her fingertips, and turned to look at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen seemed to have expected it, and lifted the wooden stick expressionlessly.

The blood red hides a large character: fierce.

The atmosphere in the team obviously sank a bit, but Jiang Chen himself was very calm, he put the wooden stick in his hand, "I knew it would be like this."

"What does it mean to be peaceful and fierce?" Qu Ying frowned and asked Peng Peng, "What are you?"

Peng Peng hesitated for a moment, then lifted the wooden stick.

lucky.

Qu Ying couldn't help feeling: "It's really lucky."

"I'm afraid we have to separate." Jiang Chen glanced at Qianwu, "The three paths I saw last night should correspond to Ji, Ping and Ji respectively. Peng Peng and I have to go alone, but luckily the three of you are together."

Peng Peng muttered: "The mission description emphasizes twice that all the way to the west, maybe it is difficult to distinguish the direction in the village. Which of you knows the way better?"

Zhong Liye said, "Jiang Chen and I. Although we can't compare with you, it's okay to pull it out alone."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Then Peng Peng took out the compass from his lucky bag, handed it to Jiang Chen and said, "The three of you can at least take care of each other along the way, this Jiang Chen should take it. I know the way by my ability, I don't really need this thing."

"If you guessed right, all the forked roads will end at the collection hall, and the road ahead should be the same. See you in the hall, those who arrive first will find a way to wait, and those on the road should not worry, safety is the top priority " Jiang Chen paused slightly, looked at Qianwu, "Don't touch anything on the road."

Someone in the crowd asked, "How long does it take to get to the collection after entering the village?"

"Soon, the village is not big." Shan Lao said, "Hurry up, we will arrive before dark."

"Do different lotteries correspond to different distances?" A player asked, "Or do you mean that you will encounter ghosts and ghosts along the way?"

"I will know." Shan Muji shook his head, still with a hollow smile on his face, ten of them turned around at the same time, walked to the door and bowed neatly, "Warriors, please go on your way."

The players had no choice but to bite the bullet and go out, and those who got the same lottery got together in twos and threes.Zhong Liye silently distributed the masks made last night to everyone, and said in a low voice: "The materials are not all in place, and the workmanship is definitely not up to standard. But talking is better than nothing, everyone try to keep a distance from people on the road."

They came to the three intersections, corresponding to Jipingji from left to right. The players were divided into two camps before the intersection, and the number of people was finally seen clearly.

A lot of people crowded in front of Ping Road, there were about 20 or so entrances for the fierce ones, while the entrance for the lucky ones was empty.

"No way." Peng Peng's scalp was numb, "I'm the only one who takes the cash?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the others looked at him together.All kinds of eyes intertwined, he swallowed, and stood on Ji's side bravely.

"Everyone, please go on the road." Shan Lao bowed and said, "I hope you can get a lot of collections and leave the village safely."

Qian Wu turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen squeezed his hand and let go, and said gloomyly: "Be careful."

"Yeah." Qianwu said, "You too."

Jiang Chen looked at him for a while, and said in a low voice, "If you can enter the museum before dark with normal footsteps, even if you are delayed on the way, it will take double the time at most. No matter what time you arrive, if you wait twelve hours and don't see you If you come to me, go first, don't wait stupidly."

"It's impossible." Qianwu immediately refused, "This dungeon is not limited in time, we will wait until everyone is ready."

"It won't be time-limited. The plague itself is a time-limited threat to survival." Jiang Chen sighed silently, rubbed the wooden sign with fierce characters on it, and said in a low voice, "Guess what this auspicious, even, and fierce means?"

"It's unlikely to be the length of the path, and maybe it has nothing to do with demons and ghosts."

Qianwu seemed to have an answer in his heart, but he didn't want to say it.He and Jiang Chen looked at each other silently for a long time, Jiang Chen squeezed his palm, and once again gently told him: "Be careful."

Qianwu lowered his eyes, "Hmm."

There were already players on the road one after another, and those figures stepped into the intersection and disappeared in an instant, as if they had stepped into another plane.

Peng Peng put his palms together and closed his eyes, bowed to the sky again and again, then took a deep breath, greeted everyone and went on the road alone.

There were only four Qianwu standing at the intersection.

Shan Lao bowed again and urged, "Please get on the road as soon as possible."

"Go." Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and pushed Qian Wu behind him, "Proceed carefully, see you tonight."

Qian Wu stepped into the intersection, Yu Guangli Zhong Liye and Qu Ying also stepped in at the same time.The moment he entered the intersection, Jiang Chen released his hand from his shoulder, but immediately stuffed a soft thing into his palm.

Qian Wu was stunned for a moment before realizing what it was.He held the lucky bag and turned his head. There was an abyss and darkness behind him, and the scene outside the village had disappeared.

For no reason, he suddenly felt flustered, probably the first time he felt wrapped in anxiety since he entered the nerve.

The lucky bag was untied, and inside it was the compass that Peng Peng had just handed over to Jiang Chen, and Jiang Chen's water bag filled with water.Qian Wu was stunned for a while, then reached in and touched it, and found the Code of Survival and a small band-aid.

The piece of Band-Aid that Jiang Chen salvaged after he came out of the Beelzebub instance was thrown back into the sea of ​​nerves, and it returned to the lucky bag at some point.

He stood at the intersection, concentrating, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and turned his head to look, but he couldn't see Zhong Liye and Qu Ying who came in together.

The three of them walked into the intersection almost side by side at the same time, but once they entered, they did not meet each other.

A dense fog spread in front of him, and the fog covered the sky and covered the entire field of vision ahead.With the devouring darkness behind him, Qianwu stood in front of the fog for a long time before putting away the lucky bag, putting on a mask made by Zhong Liye, and tying a simple cotton rope to the back of his head.

He looked back at the abyss behind him again. After a long time, he put his hands in his pockets, gently held the rope of the lucky bag, and stepped into the mist.

The author has something to say: the little nerve turned over in boredom, shaking against the floor.

It's a pity that there is no big murder.it muttered.