Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

In the early morning, Qianwu came out of the bathroom, his black eyes drooping with hangover tiredness.

He went to the door and pressed the handle. The moment he pushed the door, he felt a little heavy, as if it was blocked by something. He immediately stopped and glanced out along the crack of the door.

Jiang Chen sat on the ground with his back against the door, his military boots unbuttoned halfway, his long legs bent and stretched, his head buried in the crook of his elbow, sleeping soundly.

Probably because of being pushed by the door, he woke up suddenly, and quickly turned his head to look up, facing Qianwu through a narrow crack in the door in the faint morning light.

Then, he let out a long sigh of relief, stood up with relief and said, "It's really all right."

"Hmm..." Qianwu pushed open the door and said, "It's pointless for you to sit here."

"But I can only sit here." Jiang Chen squatted down to tidy up his military boots, and when he got up, he smelled the strong mint scent of the shower gel in the manor exuding from Qianwu's body, and couldn't help but take a closer look at Qianwu.

His tired eyes, neck and collarbone were all flushed with crimson.

Jiang Chen swept into Qianwu's room casually, and saw the empty bottle of red wine at a glance, and there was still a layer of light red wine marks on the bottom of the goblet next to it.

Not long ago, an art magazine published a report called "Art Disqualification".

Critics criticized the painter Qianwu who had drunkenly walked into the Tricon Art Temple, and the students in the ivory tower were holding a master's work appreciation meeting.He broke in grandiosely, and when the students praised him, he picked up a glass of red wine and poured all over his valuable oil painting, leaving only a check for the redemption of the painting.

"At this time people must realize that even with the talent bestowed by God, he is still a superficial boy in his 20s. The world's pursuit has spoiled this so-called painter of the times. In the past year, he has no works, but shows off wantonly Wealth, trampling on admirers... Today, if Qianwu is still sought after as the art of this era, then right now, it is the beginning of the disqualification of art."

The report said so.

Qian Wu pushed the door backhanded, Jiang Chen naturally withdrew his gaze, and said with a smile, "It's foggy outside, it should be sunny today, how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Qianwu raised his hand to press his temple, his slightly hoarse voice revealed a trace of irritability.

Usually after drinking heavily, he can always sleep half a quarter of an hour before sunrise, but he didn't fall asleep at all last night. It seems that among the two bottles of wine that Mr. Housekeeper gave him, one bottle was poisoned wine and the other bottle was fake wine.

"There seems to be praline cake for breakfast." Jiang Chen asked casually while pacing: "Do you still like it now?"

"Well, let's have breakfast first." Qianwu still rubbed his temples, "I'll go outside later, I have something to tell you."

The banquet hall was still extremely luxurious, and the cake poured with caramel and chopped walnuts was served on a silver plate, shining a soft and sweet color.The moment Qian Wu stepped into the door, the smile on the housekeeper's face disappeared.

"You actually... came." He said word by word through his teeth.

"That's right." Qian Wu's eyes passed him, and fell on the maid who was holding a pot-bellied enamel pot, and the maid came over to fill a cup of black tea for him.

Qian Wu picked up the knife and fork, and asked casually, "Mr. Housekeeper, are you surprised?"

"I'm very happy for you." The viciousness in the butler's eyes could not hold anymore, he stared at Qianwu and ate a whole piece of cake, and asked again: "Where did you spend the night last night?"

"Are you asking about the first half of the night or the second half of the night?" Qianwu raised his eyes calmly.

The butler choked.

"Played with your manor owner for a while in the first half of the night, and went back to the room in the second half of the night, but didn't fall asleep." Qianwu said as usual, "Oh, yes, I drank the wine you gave me."

The butler froze, and before he could make a sound, Qianwu put down his fork and said calmly, "Please forgive me for breaking one bottle by accident, but I drank the other bottle. The taste is so bad that I almost vomited."

"..."

Qianwu's cheeks were still flushed with the blush of a hangover, and he admired the butler's angry look with a half-smile. After a while, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said, "From today on, I shouldn't have to go to the interview again, right? The clothes are still in the room, please send someone to clean them up."

"That's natural." The butler finally squeezed out a few words, and said with a smile on his face: "I'm still curious, did you have a good time with the manor owner last night?"

Qianwu put down the handkerchief and said, "You don't care."

"The female ghost is the red candle in the wedding room?" Jiang Chen was shocked, "You actually brought out the weirdest looking thing in the dungeon?"

"It's so beautiful, it's unreasonable to put it there." Qianwu sat on the stone bench and yawned, "Would you just let it stand there alone?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Yes."

"..."

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "I will assess the risks, and don't touch things that are not right."

"Sure enough, he is a calm person who is praised by his nerves." Qianwu was so tired that his eyelids were twitching, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and said, "We guessed right. The first half of the night was the trial, and the second half of the night was the trial. It seems that the killing time of the female ghost is only in the early morning From two o'clock to four o'clock, only the player who has consummated the marriage with the manor owner will be targeted, and if the player escapes from the bridal chamber by chance, he will not be targeted by the female ghost."

Jiang Chen calmly pointed out, "Unless the player forcibly brings the female ghost back into the room."

"..."

Qian Wu smiled indifferently, "Young Marshal Jiang is as sharp as ever."

Jiang Chen looked at him helplessly, the wind gently rolled up his sleeves, and the thick red lines on his arms loomed with the wind.

Qian Wu lowered his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose and said: "We should not be the first batch of players to enter the capital. The people in front probably obeyed the manor owner out of fear, so they all fell into the hands of the female ghost."

Jiang Chen frowned and said: "There are two bosses, the manor owner should be easy to kill, but the female ghost is difficult."

For some reason, when Jiang Chen said "kill the female ghost", Qianwu's heart trembled, as if in his subconscious mind he never thought of killing the female ghost.

"The female ghost wears wedding clothes." He suddenly thought of the most important point, "She and the manor owner may have a mutual restraint relationship. The manor owner was also very abnormal before taking a bath last night. It is best to go to his bathroom to check .”

"It's impossible during the day. I just went to the entrance of the garden to see. The leaves marks you left along the road last night were all cleaned up." Jiang Chen tapped his finger on the table, "I have to go again. He can't do it again today. Choose you, replace me."

Qian Wu couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words, stretched his waist in the sunny weather, leaned on the table and said: "It seems like I will choose you, you were there last night."

"If I were him, I would do my best to kill players who have cracked the rules of survival." Jiang Chen only explained, and his voice softened, "Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, just take a nap here. "

"You two! Qianwu!"

Qu Ying trotted over from the gate of the ancient castle, and said, "You are here. Is Qianwu all right? Great."

Jiang Chen glanced at Qianwu who just got down and sat up straight again with some concern, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"It seems a little different in the manor today." Qu Ying said in a low voice, "Just now I saw the butler take the maid to the basement with a lot of ledgers."

Qianwu and Jiang Chen exchanged a look when they heard the words.

Go down the spiral staircase on the first floor to the negative floor, where there are only two rooms, one is the warehouse and the other is the accounting room.But the accounting room has its name. When Jiang Chen went to check it before, he found that the bookshelves and drawers were empty.

"What date is it today?" Jiang Chen asked.

Qu Ying: "According to the time in the dungeon, it's thirty."

"On the [-]th day of the month, accounts clearing day." Qianwu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, "I want to check it out at night."

"Then split up. I'll go to the garden, and you're in the castle." Jiang Chen chuckled and said in a low voice, "It's the same as when I was a child, the corridors meet at one o'clock in the morning."

Qianwu looked at him for a moment, then silently raised his lips while putting aside his eyes.

Back in the hall, they were immediately stopped by someone, and the leader was the man in leather who wanted to push the underage girl out yesterday.

"Is something wrong?" Qianwu asked.

"What happened last night? You came back alive, shouldn't you give us all an explanation?" The man asked anxiously, "Is it because you are a man that you are fine even if you are selected?"

Qianwu's tone was cold, "A lot happened last night, but I don't seem to have the obligation to share it with you."

"We are teammates, we entered this ghost place together, shouldn't we share information?"

"You have misunderstood the word teammate." Qianwu replied calmly: "We are just unlucky players who made money together. My obligation is limited to not harming fellow companions, and to pick out the best qualified ones as teammates. Unfortunately, I temporarily I don't intend to team up with you."

"Excellent qualifications?" The man rolled up his sleeves with a flattering smile, showing two nerves, and asked, "Is this enough?"

One is a light and transparent meat powder, and the other is a slightly saturated sky blue.

Qianwu didn't bother to look, and turned to leave.

"Mr. Qianwu." The irascible elder brother Gao Dapang was also in the crowd, stopped him and asked, "What kind of qualifications are considered high?"

Another person said, "Do you mind if we take a look at your initial talent? If you have extraordinary talent and now have more information, everyone will follow your command in the future. We can handle things better if we have more people."

Qianwu turned his head to look at the crowd, and after a while he lowered his eyes and raised his lips and smiled, rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms.

"Depend on……"

"Is there such a thing??"

Two primordial nerves lay quietly on the white and slender arms.The blue nerve that represents calmness is faint, but the red nerve that represents sharpness is as thick as a ripe red poppy. Although it is only a thin imprint at present, it is not difficult to imagine how crazy this nerve will be in the future. growth rate.

Perhaps sensitivity is a more advanced talent. There are 25 players in the dungeon. There are quite a few players with decent calm talent, but players with sensitive talent are definitely rare.Qu Ying has a layer of light water red, which is already outstanding.

"Be a teammate with me!" The man in leather said with bright eyes: "My boatman told me that players with serious talents tend to die miserably. We have compared them in private, and I have the highest talent for calmness. Yes, it can just make up for your shortcomings and is the most suitable candidate for your teammates."

"Is it."

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his mouth and pulled up the sleeves of his windbreaker, revealing his dark blue and almost black initial nerves, "Is it more suitable than me?"

There was a dead silence in the hall.

He lowered his hand again, the blue line on his arm and Qianwu's red line seemed to be shining in the distance.It represents the highest neurological talent, one blue and one red are deep and almost black, as if a double lotus just happened to be parasitic on two people.

Players with serious talent values ​​tend to die miserably.

Unless you can find complementary teammates in time.

So no matter what kind of relationship they have on the outside, they are destined to join hands again in this nerve.