Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

In the dark space, the stairs go up in a spiral shape, but the windows at the back extend from the ground of the first floor all the way up. The windows are covered with enamel patterns, and through those gorgeous mottled gaps, you can see a little darkness outside.

Qianwu walked up slowly, inspecting the carvings on the stairs and the wall, "The totem here has its own set of graphic logic, but I have never seen it in the outside world."

"En." Jiang Chen's voice was low, the hand with the injured shoulder was hanging on the side of his body, trembling slightly.

His expression remained calm, "People who have the plague spreading to their faces will lose their sanity, and there will be changes when there are too many people. Let Peng Peng be under your nose today, and watch closely."

The two finally reached the top of the stairs, a narrow platform, and a gorgeous but cold door in front of one wall.

"Come in." Jiang Chen said.

Qian Wu didn't push the door, "Treat the wound first."

"You'll deal with it for me?" Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, subconsciously turned his head to look down the stairs, "Zhong..."

"Don't wait for him, he already has difficulties in his heart." Qianwu took out a wooden dowry from the lucky bag, "I took some common medicines before I came out from Qujing. You can't always rely on Zhongli, if one day the team gets separated Now, we have to be able to deal with these emergencies.”

Jiang Chen seemed to swallow back a sentence, and sat on the ground next to the door.

He stretched out his hand to open the windbreaker, and Qianwu realized that the wound was not clotted with blood, the cloth soaked in blood was wet, and the wound was still slowly oozing blood, but the color of the blood was close to black, and it looked like congealed blood on the outside. Living.

Jiang Chen took off his windbreaker, leaving only the shirt inside, and his face was even paler.His dark eyes were downcast, his expression full of exhaustion.

Qianwu handed him the pastry that Qu Ying had distributed, "Eat some."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth and bit it, Qianwu unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and took advantage of the opportunity to lift off the cloth covering the wound.

"That's why you gave it to me." After taking a bite, Jiang Chen took the cake and chewed slowly, "It was to block my mouth and prevent me from shouting about pain."

Qianwu paused, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes." Jiang Chen took another bite, "If the intern doctor is not gentle, the patient will ask for another doctor."

As soon as the words fell, Qu Ying's scream came from downstairs, and Peng Peng shouted from a distance: "Can you be gentle! This is a girl!"

"..."

Jiang Chen continued to put the pastry into his mouth with a blank expression, "You should do it."

After Jiang Chen entered the barracks, the muscles and bones all over his body were very prominent, and his collarbone moved gently with his breathing, along with the bloody wound.

"You have to put on the mask." Jiang Chen said suddenly, "The thing that bit me may be the source of the plague, and the wound may not be clean."

Qianwu nodded and put on the mask again, carefully applied a layer of medicine, and wrapped it with gauze.

Jiang Chen was very quiet, looking at him with lowered eyelashes.

"What's wrong?" Qianwu asked.

The person above asked in a low voice, "Do you want to draw? When you got off the boat yesterday, you said you had a lot of inspiration."

"I want to, but now that the knife is hanging by my life, how can I calm down and paint." Qianwu quickly helped him wrap up the wound, stretched out his hand to fasten the button, and then paused.

"do it yourself?"

Jiang Chen smiled, "I have no strength."

Qian Wu glanced at him and helped him tie it blankly, "Why do I feel that your strength is intermittent."

The imperial commander smiled gracefully and softly, "Sometimes it is needed, and it is there when it is not needed. Like this kind of escape book, when two people are together, one is strong enough, and the other can be a little useless."

Qian Wu looked up at him, Jiang Chen smiled when he said this, but he still couldn't hide the tiredness in his expression.His lips were pale and chapped as if they had completely lost blood, and within a short distance, his lips and eyelashes seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

Qianwu suddenly realized that it was very cold in the library. When he came in on the first day of the junior high school, he felt that the coldness dispelled the humidity outside and made people clear-headed.But I don't know when, the coldness has spread to the whole body, freezing people to the bone.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

Jiang Chen said, "It's a little bit, but it can last."

Jiang Chen stood up and put the windbreaker on his body, Qianwu rummaged through the lucky bag for a long time, and put on a cloak that Qu Jingli brought out casually for him.

Mr. Commander looked down and frowned at the things hanging on his body, "This looks familiar, like a women's cape."

"Yes, it belongs to Ah Jiu." Qianwu smiled, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Chen looked at him with a frown, his eyes were delicate, "It's nothing more than looking for clues in the dungeon, we are leaving, why are you still following his clothes?"

Qian Wu didn't say that it was because this cloak seemed familiar. When he was a child, Jiang Chen's mother liked to wear such a dark blue fluffy shawl when she took a nap. Sometimes when Jiang Chen fell asleep, she would take it off and cover it for him.

"Go in and have a look." Qianwu said, "As a soldier, don't be too picky about what you have and what you don't have."

"..."

They pushed open the cold and gorgeous door together.

The door opened silently, and the two people side by side fell into a shocking silence at the same time, and did not speak for a long time.

The room was pitch black, and the walls were covered with picture frames from top to bottom in an orderly manner. Each picture had a cluster of faint light sources, no more, no less, just to illuminate all the details of that painting.There is nothing on the empty floor, only the entire wall is covered with paintings.

A strong sense of reality hit his face, Qianwu took a step back almost subconsciously.Since he entered the nerve, even when he went to the Gate of the Past and Lijima, he never felt that he was so close to reality for a moment.

He stood at the door, one step forward is the cold world, one step back is the abyss of freedom.

"What should be there and what shouldn't be there are all here." Jiang Chen stepped into the painting hall, his military boots stepped on the floor, and the sound of each step was clear and neat.He looked around and raised his finger, ""Ichel Moon Lake", a painting that let the whole world know you. "Pale Forest", a sketch you were satisfied with when you were in college, was later torn up in England. "The Spindle Girl" ", let's go to the snow mountain camp, and do it that night..."

Qian Wu struggled out of the subtle trance, and looked at Jiang Chen complicatedly.

Jiang Chen paused, but still finished speaking, "In the middle of it, you said you were inspired——"

"Okay." Qian Wu sighed and smiled, "Just that one time, how long are you going to talk about?"

Jiang Chen said seriously: "I will keep talking."

Qianwu stepped into the painting hall with the corners of his lips hooked. Jiang Chen had already walked to the other wall, and said in a low and gentle tone: "The paintings here are all painted by you after we broke up, "The Vanishing Cinnamon", "The Fourth The Hour Hand, Strange Stories... It seems that for a while, you were a little obsessed with expressionism?"

Qianwu didn't answer.The three paintings that Jiang Chen mentioned are not works that he exhibited publicly. For those who are not serious about painting on the spur of the moment, he will pick a high-end wine club and sell them casually, and donate the money. These works will not even be displayed in the Named in his personal collection.

Jiang Chen seemed to know what he was thinking, stopped and said: "I didn't spy on you during the breakup, the circle is so small, those who bought your private works will inevitably show off on various occasions."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "Then you still recognize these paintings?"

"Sometimes I let them take pictures of me with their mobile phones." Jiang Chen smiled softly and frankly, "The names of your paintings have become more and more mysterious in those years, I'm really curious."

There is a price tag under each painting, and for those that are sold, the price tag is exactly the same as the transaction price.There are also some collection grades, the price tags are skyrocketing, and the numbers are shockingly high. Qian Wu scanned around and found that the nerves can still pinch his personal aesthetics, and the relative level is not outrageous.

Not far away, Jiang Chen suddenly laughed out loud, he followed the sound and looked over, Jiang Chen smiled and said: "Why is there a picture of fishing in troubled waters."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "Fishing in troubled waters?"

He walked over quickly, initially a little displeased, but he was stunned when he saw it.

If I remember correctly, it was drawn on the day he graduated from primary school.Both the Marshal and his wife came to attend his and Jiang Chen's graduation ceremony. When Jiang Chen received his graduation certificate, the family of three stood on the stage facing the camera below.

Marshal Jiang was not angry and pretentious, Mrs. Jiang was gentle and elegant, and Jiang Chen was expressionless. If one had to describe his expression, it would probably be speechless.

Qian Wu was sitting under the stage at that time, and quickly sketched a picture of "Three Unsuitable Bears".

Jiang Xiaoxiong was surrounded by his father and mother, holding a corn with a cold face.Xiao Qianwu wrote three lines of small characters along several corn kernels.

Brother Jiang Chen is happy to graduate.

I went to the same junior high school.

Qianwu.

"Extremely childish behavior of elementary school students." Qianwu heard his indifferent voice, "Drawing lines, illogical pen..."

"Stop." Jiang Chen interrupted him rarely, and said with a smile, "I think it's pretty good, that's the first time I've seen you draw cartoons."

"It's also the last time." Qianwu turned around indifferently.

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the price tag of the painting out of the corner of his eye.

Independent of the price of one million, ten million, or even hundreds of millions, "1000 yuan" is written there chicly.

"..."

Qianwu said to the air in a cold voice, "I'll give you one thousand and make it disappear."

"Are you talking to me?" Jiang Chen said with a smile behind him, "Deal, I agree."

The task description was to calculate points based on the collections brought out, but the two stood at the door tacitly, and neither of them mentioned to take the paintings.

They came out from inside, and just after closing the door, Peng Peng ran up from below.There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he covered his face with two simple masks made by Zhong Liye.

"There are more and more people. The people behind are seriously injured, and the place below is like purgatory on earth now."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Do you know what time it is?"

"There is no clock here, so we can only wait for dawn before we go on the road." Peng Peng said, "Come down and take a look, but put on your masks. Zhong Liye's face is ugly when he sees them, and I think the situation is not good."

Qianwu followed him downstairs, and only halfway down, he heard chaotic groans from below.A mixed smell of blood and decay poured into his nostrils through the mask, and he frowned, "How could this be... What injuries did they suffer?"

"Just like Qu Ying, they are bitten by monsters who fabricate hallucinations to trick people into approaching. Some people lost both arms, and some people lost their lower body, dragging their intestines over..." Peng Pengyue said more and more to vomit. Covering his mouth with a mask on, he said in a low voice, "If it wasn't for being poisoned to the point of losing its sanity, how could a normal person persist in running to the Tibetan museum after being so injured? No, you can't even say that you ran away, it's just a group of half-dead things The evil creeps over."

The more Qian Wu listened, the colder he felt, he walked to the last staircase leading to the first floor, and looked at the scene below, and suddenly felt nauseated.

About half of the ninety or so players came back, and no one was intact except him and Peng Peng.Those who can still stand have to be divided into half, and the rest are almost missing arms and legs.The worst one is not the loss of the lower body as Peng Peng said, but only one head, just near the bottom of the stairs, jumping up tenaciously like a rubber ball, as if wanting to jump up the steps, splashing every time it lands Several clusters of red and white blood.

Strong rotten smell.Those who are still sane are numb, while those who are already fragmented are completely reduced to walking corpses looking for collections.

Jiang Chen whispered: "Peng Peng."

Peng Peng shivered, "Ah!"

Jiang Chen looked coldly at the head below who was playing with himself as a ball, "Kick that thing away."

"Ah???" Peng Peng burst into tears immediately, "Young commander! You let me die!"

Jiang Chen glanced across his face, and went down the stairs with a cold face: "I really want to."

As he walked down the steps, the horrible and strange scene seemed to have no impact on him. He looked down at the head coldly, "Let's go?"

The head continued to jump up and down, landed with a bang, and shot into the wall.

Jiang Chen raised his foot, paused, glanced at his military boots, put his foot down again hesitantly, and stepped back up three steps.

Seeing him flinch, the head became excited and jumped up and down even harder.

Before it had time to jump up the first step, it suddenly heard the sound of "鋥——".Jiang Chen pulled out the saber from his back without any disturbance, held the hilt of the saber in front of him, and narrowed his eyes.

Standard dart throwing action.

Two seconds later, the head jumped wildly and ran away.

Such a terrifying and bloody scene made Qianwu laugh out loud.He followed down the steps, "I have to figure out a way to spend the night separately from these people."

"En." Jiang Chen nodded, turned his head to look into the corner of the hall, and said in a low voice, "Don't be in a hurry to get the painting, I always feel that nerves won't let us off so easily."

In the corner, Zhong Liye was surrounded by a group of seriously injured players.

"You are a doctor, right!"

"I saw that you gave her medicine!"

"Is that the medicine box you're carrying? Is there any medicine left? Can you give me some! I'm in so much pain!"

"Help me, we are all innocent players, there is no competition mechanism in this book... Please."

"Help me...I don't want to die yet..."

Qu Ying was by Zhong Liye's side, and seemed to have just regained her sanity.She struggled to breathe behind several layers of masks, tightly protecting Zhong Liye's medicine box and not letting go.And many hands with blood and pus came up to tear and slapped her body and the lid of the medicine box, leaving traces of filth.

Zhong Liye stood among the crowd with a blank expression, as if he had lost his soul.

"Zhongli." Qianwu strode over, stepped over the rotten people and dirt on the ground, and stood in front of the crowd, "Get out of the way. The plague will spread, and gathering together will only make the injury worse."

Jiang Chen also followed, his saber gently refracting the remaining light, "Otherwise, he will die immediately."

Someone in the crowd shouted, "I know you, you are Jiang Chen! The commander of the Imperial Guard!"

Anger spread instantly.

"Why doesn't the commander defend the people? Ask your teammates to show us if the injury is wrong!"

"Your team has auspicious cards and doctors, why don't you unite everyone to escape together?!"

The crusade became louder and louder, and all the dissatisfaction with the nerves and the dungeon seemed to be vented on Jiang Chen.

Qianwu tilted his head to look at Jiang Chen, but Jiang Chen was still calm, as if there was no trace of waves.

After a long time, he said coldly, "Are you cold?"

There was a moment of silence among the crowd.

"We are going to spend the whole night here. The collection hall is like an ice cave, and our physical strength will be lost quickly. Are you sure you want to yell at me here all night? Or, rush up to fight with our team, and then die early?"

No one answered, Jiang Chen paused, frowned and said, "Get out of the way."

I don't know who in the crowd loosened up first, and let a gap come.Jiang Chen also said, "Everyone takes five steps back, there is a checkerboard-like grid on the ground, counting those who can only lie on their stomachs, give each person a space of four grids, separate four grids from front to back, left, right, and spread out. Avoid close contact."

Someone hesitated and moved, and someone asked, "What's the use of fart? Everyone is already like this! The plague is spreading in this building, who can escape?"

"No one can escape." Jiang Chen was very calm, "But it is definitely better to be separated than to suck each other's saliva together. When you leave the collection hall tomorrow, no one knows what is outside, and how far you have to go to get out. Villages, there is a ray of life left.”

The players finally moved, those who had lost consciousness continued to slump on the ground, and those who could still move tacitly avoided them, leaving a greater distance.

Qianwu stood on the spot and looked forward. The players were scattered throughout the lobby, stepping on their respective positions, like pawns on a chessboard.They looked back at Jiang Chen, as if they were waiting for his next instruction.

Jiang Chen's complexion turned even paler, but his eyes were firm, and his gestures were still indelibly indifferent.

"We have no obligation to provide you with medicines and water. Those who can enter this dungeon are not useless. I believe that more than half of them will have bonus points in the previous dungeon. Since they have bonus points, they are likely to get some The medical resources in the lucky bag. Don’t be greedy and want to hoard them before robbing others. Your life is your own, so take care of it.”

Jiang Chen said indifferently: "Up the spiral staircase is the collection hall, and there are famous paintings on it. If you want to take it, the same rules apply. Go up and take it, and change it when you come back. Avoid close contact."

There was silence in the hall, for a long time, someone asked, "How do you decide the order?"

"It's up to you, you can swarm up, or fight for the order, as long as you stay away from me and my teammates when fighting." Jiang Chen said: "But I advise everyone not to be too greedy, nerves will not give us Such an easy score. Whether to take it, which one to choose, and how much to take, you have to think clearly before taking action. If someone dies because of greed, don’t blame us for not reminding this possibility.”

A man sneered and said, "You get points for applauding this? It's like you know more about nerves."

Qiqi was standing in the corner at the other end, she had a wound on her forehead, half of her face was soaked in blood, she looked a little scary.

"Or." She whispered: "Do you know the host of the nerve? From this, you can infer the nerve's preferences and behavior style."

Qianwu moved his finger, but did not respond.

From the corner of my eye, the other three members of the team did not move.Qu Ying and Zhong Liye still seemed to have lost half of their souls, Peng Peng raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of confusion, as if he had never heard of it.

Jiang Chen didn't respond, he sat down against the wall and lowered his eyes wearily.

"I know what you want to say. The nerve is indeed similar to me in some respects, but its host is actually Qianwu."

There was a dead silence in the lobby, Peng Peng suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, and Zhong Liye, who was staring at the ground blankly, frowned inadvertently.

Jiang Chen continued to calmly said: "Nerves prefer Qianwu, and he has not suffered any grievances in the dungeon, and even set some bosses with Qianwu's character to make him pass the level better. We discussed it carefully in the team. However, the host is Qianwu."

"The host! We found the host!" Some players said frantically: "Kill the host, someone once said that as long as you kill the host—"

"Do not be silly!"

"Can't!"

Several rebuttals sounded from all directions at the same time.

The man froze, "Why?"

Qiqi said: "Killing the host will allow everyone to escape. This is a tacit lie among the exiles, because this is the fastest opportunity to harvest heads. Once the host dies, everyone will be exiled, and everyone who dies after that will die." Write it down to the lying exile, and it won't take long for that exile to accumulate a lot of heads to get relief, and directly regain the player status in the next nerve that the shuttle arrives at."

The atmosphere of fear spread, and at first the man swallowed, "How do you know?"

Qiqi opened her sleeves calmly, revealing her two nerves in the initial state, "Because I used to be an exile."

"So - we can't touch the host." Someone said blankly: "Then what if the host dies?"

"It's the same." Qiqi said, "Once the host dies, all members will be exiled. But the nerve value is derived from the quality of the host, so the host will rarely die due to failure in the dungeon. This difficulty is a bit outrageous, Qianwu, if it is true You, take care of yourself and stay away from anyone who is seriously injured."

"Yes." Someone in the crowd responded immediately, "The people in your team should not get together, keep a distance from each other."

"Our team really attracts people's envy. If you choose first, we can accept whether there is any remaining." Jiang Chen sat on the ground, bent one leg, put his injured arm on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "We have decided This dungeon gives priority to life-saving and gives up scoring points."