Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

After Jiang Chen's voice fell behind, the surroundings fell into a subtle silence again.

After a long time, someone asked: "Shall we make a rule for selecting paintings?"

No one answered, and the people stepping on their respective grounds glanced around with vigilant eyes, like pawns on a chessboard that are in danger but hesitate.Qianwu stood in a corner watching all this, Zhong Liye was wiping the bloody fingerprints on the medicine box with alcohol cotton, Peng Peng and Qu Ying were carefully sharing a piece of cake.As for Jiang Chen, he quietly sat on the ground against the wall, watching the game of chess set by him.

"What rules are you discussing!" Suddenly someone yelled in a rough voice: "Everyone has insisted on this step, how can there be any rules to abide by? Everyone is equal in exchange for life, just take it!"

His face was covered with blood, blood flowed into his eyes, and he looked crazy.He strode away from his grid and walked towards the stairs, but he was blocked by someone after he took two steps. The man said, "You want to cause a commotion? Everyone is infected with the plague. What's the use of fighting?"

"If you know it's not good, let go!"

As if the taut string was broken, people immediately quarreled wildly.

"Take it according to the current points!"

"Get the high score first, or the low score first? It's not fair!"

"According to first come, first served, the one who arrives at the collection hall first gets it first!"

"You arrived early? Then why didn't you take it early?"

"You think I don't want to? I've seen it before, those paintings can't be moved at all!"

"Then you fight for a hammer now!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a heavy locking sound from the closed door of the collection hall.

That voice broke the quarrel.

A line of words suddenly appeared on the pale wall.

"All surviving beings enter the collection hall, the door lock is dropped, and the painting lock is unlocked. Deadline: tomorrow morning."

Jiang Chen, who seemed to be asleep, raised his eyes slowly, stared at the line for a while, a slight mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he closed his eyes tiredly.

"Look! This is the underlying rule of the dungeon, all surviving players must compete fairly!"

"Then what's the point, it's over!"

Zhong Liye wrapped the dirty alcohol cotton in his gloves, and said in a low voice, "It's too risky for you to protrude Qianwu."

"Is there?" Jiang Chen said hoarsely, "I don't think so."

"What if there are exiles here?"

Jiang Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him, "If the exile wants to kill Qianwu, he must either confuse him or confuse other players. Make this matter clear, normal players will protect Qianwu, and the exile will not dare to make mistakes easily."

Zhong Liye sighed softly, "Let's go out, in case Ben meets the same person in the back—"

"Do you think any of these people can get out alive?" Jiang Chen's tone was so calm that he didn't seem to be discussing life, "Second row and fourth row, the one with the highest calm talent besides me is already eager to try and run upstairs while everyone is arguing gone."

Qianwu heard it and looked over. It was a tall and thin man, standing on his grid and frowning while listening to other people's quarrel, he seemed to be at a loss, but the eyes that glanced at the stairs from time to time revealed his thoughts.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Six rows and three rows, the one near the stairs, he just counted how many lucky bags he has on his body."

"Qiqi, when I just said those words, she was the only one who hesitated. But after seeing the words on the wall, she also started to discuss the rules of holding paintings." Jiang Chen sighed softly, "Not everyone Not smart and calm enough, but human nature is hard to get rid of. If this escape is an assessment, none of them can pass the screening of nerves."

Peng Peng frowned and said in a low voice: "What do you mean, you are so sure that the painting cannot be taken?"

"I was half sure just now. Seeing this line, it is so obvious that it is inducing disputes, and now it is likely." Jiang Shen said in a low voice: "It is a crime to conceive a biscuit. We only save our lives for this book. It is agreed in advance that if Someone wants to take the painting and leave the team by themselves."

Qu Ying said softly: "No one wants to score points. If the three of us want to score points, we won't stay on the same team as you two."

"Yes, it's natural to live with a talented boss, but it's useless if you get in, we've discussed it a long time ago." Peng Peng also smiled, "We just think about it, and people who get into the nerve will die sooner or later. Rather than actually wanting to go out, be with your friends."

When mentioning friends, Jiang Chen raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Peng Peng smiled, "Aren't you very touched?"

"You actually said that I'm a friend." Jiang Chen frowned slightly, "Thinking too much."

Peng Peng: "..."

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice: "You are all selected by Qianwu, stay if you are obedient, and leave if you are not obedient. I will not make friends."

"..."

Peng Peng looked at Qian Wu indifferently, "Why do you like this kind of person?"

Jiang Chen said, "You can go now."

Qianwu looked at Peng Peng without making a sound or laughing, a layer of red Sha appeared on the exposed skin around Peng Peng's collar at some point.He and Zhong Liye looked at each other, and Zhong Liye said, "Peng Peng, go to the next grid and stay away from the three of us."

"Why." Peng Peng said angrily, "Do you really want me to go?"

Zhong Liye touched his neck lightly, and said in a low voice, "The plague is spreading."

Peng Peng froze, turned to look at Qian Wu, Qian Wu nodded slightly.

"Oh, okay, but I know it will happen sooner or later." He muttered and moved to the side, passing Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen suddenly beckoned to him, and said something in his ear with downcast eyes.

From Qianwu's angle, he could only see Jiang Chen's tired and drooping eyelashes, but he couldn't see his mouth shape.

After a while, Peng Peng got up and nodded, moved to the next grid and lay down, looking at the towering dome somewhat blankly.

"What did you say?" Qianwu walked over and sat down.

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "Let him keep a low profile, everyone knows that he has auspicious cards."

During the scramble, people rushed up the stairs one after another, and the people behind finally gave up their disguise, and everyone pushed each other and ran up.The surroundings suddenly became empty, and only those broken limbs stayed with them.Those lifeless creatures with only half of their bodies were still struggling to climb to the top of the stairs.

"Are you sure you don't want to take it?" Qianwu asked.

Jiang Chen thought for a while, "Actually, I haven't fully figured it out. The above paintings seem to be somewhat regular, but not necessarily so."

Qianwu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Aren't they all my paintings? There are no rules."

"Yes." Jiang Chen said softly: "The above are all the paintings you sold and exhibited, including those that were originally scheduled to be exhibited. For example, the ones that were torn up in England were originally scheduled to be exhibited."

Qianwu was stunned, "It's really... wait, that bear picture shouldn't be counted."

"Yes." Jiang Chen's voice was low and hoarse, "So I'm a little uncertain. If it's this rule, Xiong violated it, and there are two missing pictures."

Qianwu asked in surprise, "What's missing?"

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I just calculated in my mind that all your public works should be 82 pieces, and the upper one is 81. There is one more bear that shouldn't be there, and two are missing. Paintings. One is Ragnarok, and the other is supposed to be that portrait you burned two years ago."

Qian Wu was stunned for a while.

More than two years ago, an arms dealer asked him to paint for his wife.After he became famous, there were countless such requests from wealthy and noble families, and he usually would not accept them.But the man invited him to the villa for afternoon tea and showed him his art collection. He was indeed a businessman with artistic aesthetics.When his wife was tender and tender, wrapped in a shawl and came out to pour tea for them, Qianwu thought for a moment that he saw the shadow of Mrs. Jiang in the past.

It was that trance that made Qianwu loosen.The husband and wife are deeply in love with each other, and Qianwu lived in the villa for a whole month, and carefully completed a double portrait for them.

"I haven't asked you yet, why did you accept that kind of request, and why did you burn it?" Jiang Chen looked up at him drowsily, "I only saw the ending in the report, saying that you burned the painting and almost burned down a guest room , and lost a huge sum of money. But the media obviously can't explain your way, which is really confusing."

"Oh." Qianwu said wearily: "It's nothing, I complied on the spur of the moment, but I got annoyed after painting."

Because it was the general election at that time, the arms dealer gave speeches as a supporter, and his wife often appeared in public.In a certain speech, she said a sentence, which was said by Mrs. Jiang in a public speech when she was very young.

"What the Jiang family has is not power, but the obligation to defend the empire. I hope that our firmness can bring you peace of mind."

Mrs. Jiang used to be a beloved lady of the empire, her virtue and reputation were higher than all higher-ranking women.Qian Wu also realized later that the woman was not a resemblance, but a deliberate imitation, and she immediately felt disgusted.

Jiang Chen laughed hoarsely, "I'm so hot-tempered that I'm going to die. It's okay for me to be idle before. After you became famous, you offended various people. Did you lose more money than you earned?"

Qian Wu choked and stared at him, "Any comments?"

"No." Jiang Chen choked and laughed twice, "It's just that sometimes when he wakes up to drink water in the middle of the night, he suddenly thinks of his ex-boyfriend. Compared with indulging in injuries, he is more worried about whether he has recently paid compensation and can still eat. Are you full? During the period when you were the most troublesome, you would see the news about you losing money in the magazines every three to five times, and also saw the report about you selling real estate. "

"Shut up." Qian Wu's expression was not good, "I will lose more than half of the money I earned, and the rest will be used to hire a psychiatrist."

"Oh." Jiang Chen looked at him with a gentle smile, and felt a little distressed, and said in a low voice: "It will be fine in the future, no need for a psychiatrist, and the money earned will be deducted from the offender's compensation, and a small part of it will be left .”

Qianwu: "..."

After Jiang Chen said a joke, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

His condition was very bad, not only him, even Qianwu felt that the coldness seemed to be able to envelop everyone.The cold screams from the cracks in the bones, if you don't move and say a few words, you seem to be about to fall asleep in the cold.

The red shackles on everyone's body are spreading silently, and the Tibetan Museum is not a so-called intermission stop, but a checkpoint that forcibly drags people's footsteps.

Qianwu gasped in his palm, lowered his eyes and said softly: "Jiang Chen, don't sleep."

"Yeah." The man beside him closed his eyes and responded, "I'm awake, don't worry."

"You will fall asleep at any time, it's very dangerous." Qian Wu stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Chen's hand, that hand was cold, and his fingers moved slightly in his closed palm, very stiff.

Qian Wu breathed out in his palm again, and rubbed Jiang Chen's hands, the red shackles seemed to be more reddened by his rubbing.

"Zhongli." Qianwu turned around and asked, "How much medicine do we have?"

Zhong Liye said in a low voice: "If no new injuries are added, trauma medicine is enough for us to get out of this dungeon. Ordinary antibiotics are sufficient. The medicine for specifically resisting the plague - I took one pill on the way, Qu Ying took two pills for serious injuries, Peng Peng It’s useless, the three of us have three pills left.”

"Jiang Chen and I still have two pills left." Qianwu made a decision, "Each of us will eat half a pill tonight, no matter what happens outside, let's live through tonight first."

"Okay." Zhong Liye nodded.

Peng Peng said, "I won't eat for now. My symptoms are mild and I can still hold on."

Hearing this, Zhong Liye cut the half grain he had just broken off into two quarters with a knife, and handed one of them to Peng Peng.

Qianwu took out a pill from the lucky bag without breaking it, "I'm fine, you take it."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen opened his eyes and looked at the pill in his palm drowsily for a while. He seemed to be a little confused, but he didn't object. He stretched out his hand to pick up the medicine slowly, and asked weakly, "Is there any water?"

"Yes." Qianwu lowered his head and took out the water bag from the lucky bag and handed it over, "Drink more, it's okay."

Jiang Chen was trembling slightly all over, took the medicine with water, closed his eyes and continued to rest his mind.

There was the sound of someone coming down the stairs, and a person was carrying a huge picture frame on his back. Qian Wu glanced at it, and it was the one he sold with the highest price.

The picture frame should not be very heavy, but the man was panting like a cow while carrying the painting, as if he was about to be crushed to death.

"Sure enough, you can't take it indefinitely. This thing is dead heavy, and the heavier the price, the heavier it is." The man said to them, "But you really worry too much. This painting is definitely not a dangerous thing. It is not dangerous to carry it on your body. Feeling cold. Really, this frame is warm."

Qiqi also came down, and she chose three small ones, which were a little easier to hold.She set up a place on the ground with a picture frame, lay down on it carefully, and said, "This may be an important material for tonight's checkpoint, otherwise it will freeze to death."

Qian Wu was silent, Jiang Chen opened his eyes again after a while, as if the medicine he had taken had taken effect, and he regained some energy.

"What is your criteria for selecting paintings?"

Qiqi said, "We discussed it above, and the final score should be based on the total price. Therefore, men with strong strength picked heavier and high-priced works and took less. Women took slightly cheaper ones and took more. , everyone is almost the same in the end.”

"Yeah." Jiang Chen nodded, "It's a way."

"Aren't you really going to go and have a look?" Qiqi hesitated, "These paintings are too heavy. We still have a few paintings that we can't take away after distribution. They are really too heavy. Everyone's physical strength is at their limit. It's a pity."

Jiang Chen said, "They are all Qianwu's paintings."

"I know." Qiqi said, "If you recognize a few pictures, it's not difficult to guess the ones behind. It seems that you didn't lie to us, Qianwu is indeed the nerve host. So the people in your team should think about it, and the rest of them get In your hand, don’t let Qianwu freeze to death.”

Qianwu was silent all the time, he looked at Jiang Chen, a little worried.

Jiang Chen was the one who was about to freeze to death.Even though Jiang Chen was still calm and indifferent, he could clearly feel that his condition was very bad.

"Let's go up and have a look." Jiang Chen suddenly said to Qian Wu.

"Huh?" Qianwu was slightly stunned, he didn't expect him to say that, and whispered: "I don't want it. They said the frame is warm, it sounds more like a bait thrown by nerves."

"I know." Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "Let's go up and see if the little bear is still there. It's a pity, if no one takes it, I want to take it with me."

The author has something to say: Leave a picture for me.

The little nerve lay on the ground bored, leaving a picture to accompany me.