Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The body under the satin quilt was slender and fair, Qianwu lifted the quilt and sat on the bed with his back facing Jiang Chen to put on his clothes, his spine stretched out on his back, and his skin was dotted with deep and shallow red marks.

Jiang Chen was in a daze for a while, and after a moment he hesitated and said: "Last night——"

"Huh?" Qian Wu turned around, "What happened last night?"

He looked in good shape and wasn't tired.Jiang Chen hesitated for a while, and asked politely: "Are you okay?"

"Okay. I just didn't expect to go to the next instance so quickly. I should have drank two more glasses last night." Qian Wu said, grabbing the shirt next to the pillow.

That loose and slightly hoarse voice tickled Jiang Chen's heart. I don't know if it was an illusion. After waking up in the dungeon, Qianwu's charming temperament became more unscrupulous. His skin seemed fairer, and his voice was even hoarse. Clean and innocent as if it was the youthful era of middle school.But the more youthful and clean it is, the more gorgeous it looks.

Just like the hickeys raging on his back, Jiang Chen deliberately controlled it last night, as if he shouldn't have made such a dark color.

While he was contemplating, Qianwu, who was half dressed, suddenly let out a "huh".

"This dress is not right." Qian Wu turned around with his shirt half worn, "It's not mine, it was changed."

The shirt was originally cut simply, without too much line modification.But at this moment, there are slightly flared collars and cuffs, like cream decorations piled on a cake.

Jiang Chen's face suddenly changed, he turned his head and glanced at the pillow, it was really empty there.

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "Where are your pants?"

The words fell, and the huge floor-to-ceiling wardrobe doors not far away slid silently to both sides, and the black dresses were neatly arranged, sending out a silent invitation.

In the quiet and weird scene, before Jiang Chen had time to react, Qian Wu behind him suddenly laughed.

"Nerves seem to have confiscated your pants." He joked.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, then got up naturally and walked to the closet, reached out to pick out the dresses, and took a long time to pull out a set.

"Barely," he said. "Nervous taste is not to be expected."

Qianwu watched him shake open his trousers and stretch his legs in, he lifted the waist of his trousers and tied it with a belt, and lightly licked the corners of his lips.

"Are you sore?"

Jiang Chen said, "No. How about you?"

"A little bit." Qianwu stretched his waist, "but it's still comfortable."

The clothes hanging in the closet are all complete sets, from clothes to trousers to shoes, as long as you choose one of them, the rest will automatically stick to you until you wear them all.

The dress that Jiang Chen chose was concise and capable, and the shoes were a bit like a general's short boots, and they were majestic and straight after wearing them.

Qian Wu couldn't help but commented: "Sure enough, it's still the spring dream of the generals."

Jiang Chen looked calm, "They dreamed this dream on your bed."

Qianwu laughed again, "I'm sorry."

The dungeon description only remained for a minute or two before disappearing, and the tapestry returned to its normal appearance.The dungeon is called the curse of the music box, so Qianwu couldn't help playing with the music box on the chest of drawers.It is a very medieval thing, with a layer of brass plated on the whole body, and three short copper feet growing underneath.The small music box has a sense of weight, and it takes a little effort to open the lid, twist the mainspring twice, and the two small figures standing inside will spin and dance to the music of ding ding dong dong.

"It's been a long time, and these two villains have been corroded so that they can't be seen clearly." Qianwu moved closer to them and opened his eyes to distinguish them carefully. After a while, he shook his head regretfully, "It's so rusty that only human shapes remain."

The mainspring was soon exhausted, and he twisted it again, and the brisk and smooth chord sounded again.

"It's a waltz." Jiang Chen said, "Who is leading Cyril to dance the waltz, butler Edmund?"

There were footsteps and conversations outside. They pushed the door and went out. The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor opened one after another, and men and women dressed like them walked out in confusion.

"Qianwu!" Peng Peng's voice sounded from the other end of the corridor, and he waved to Jiang Chen and Qianwu with relief.

Zhong Liye was right next door to him, Qianwu walked towards them halfway, and Qu Ying also came out of a room.

29 players, still more men than women.The female players wore elegant dresses, several male players including Qianwu and Peng Peng wore complicated palace-style shirts, and the rest wore the most formal tuxedo like Jiang Chen.

"What kind of dungeon is this? Where is the NPC?" A small boy fiddled with his slightly flared shirt cuffs, his eyes frightened, "What the hell is this, am I not in the past?"

Jiang Chen asked, "Did everyone be pulled in directly from the gate of the past?"

Everyone looked at each other, then nodded slowly.

"This time the progress is too fast. I stayed at the Gate of the Past for two full days, and then stayed on an outlying island for a week." Another female player lifted her skirt and sighed, "I'm not ready yet. Hope it's okay."

As she spoke, she quickly crossed herself on her chest, tapped her forehead with her fingertips, and bowed her head in prayer.

The female players showed their arms. Except for Qu Ying, there were seven of them in total. They were all very talented.If counted by points, Qu Ying is safe from the bottom.

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "The vast majority are talented individuals who fight alone, and it's normal to have high scores."

Peng Peng nodded naturally, "Of course, salty fish like the three of us who hang around with big bosses are not everywhere."

"..." Zhong Liye couldn't help but stroke his hair, "Salted fish, where is your hat?"

"Damn, it's gone." Peng Peng got angry when he mentioned this, and subconsciously protected his fluffy curly hair like instant noodles, "I was eating delicious food and spicy food in the past, and I just lay down with a bottle of boiled white, and I came here when I opened my eyes." What a horrible place, the hat has evaporated, and there is a bunch of hair gel-like things squeezed in the hair, it's disgusting."

Zhong Liye looked at his hair, "Have you applied hairspray? It doesn't look neat at all."

"Yeah, Nervous really thinks he is omnipotent, he can even cure my afro?" Peng Peng roared as a rebellious boy, "Dream! Return the hat to me!"

Zhong Liye and Qu Ying stood happily together, and other players came to watch one after another.

"Are you on the same team?" The female player came over just now, "The mentality is very good, like someone who can live with nerves for a long time."

As she approached, Qianwu discovered that she had a mole under her eye, revealing her cold beauty, but it was diluted by her cheerful smile.

She smiled and stretched out her hand to Qu Ying, "My name is Zhao Bing, and we help each other."

Qu Ying held her hand, "Qu Ying."

"Does any of you know what is the mission process of this dungeon?" The little man at the beginning asked, "There is only a small story-like mission background on my wall, describing what makes you dance, but there is no mention of the conditions , are you also like this?"

Jiang Chen said, "Everyone should be the same."

The little man sighed, "What are you afraid of? I am most afraid of this kind of ambiguous copy of the mission description. According to experience, this kind of dead people are all piece by piece."

Someone in the crowd said, "I went to a simple copy before entering the gate of the past, and the boatman warned me to be careful about the next copy."

The players nodded silently. From the looks on each other's faces, everyone should be in the same situation.

"There is no task description, and there is no NPC, so let's start with the most basic house search." Jiang Chen glanced at the people in the corridor, "29 people should be here, this floor is all guest rooms, and the rooms in the castle should be far more than So, let’s start collecting clues from now on. I advise you to form teams and try not to fight alone.”

Zhao Bing agreed: "We set a time and get together at least twice a day to exchange clues. Those who have survived until now are basically lone wolves, but I advise everyone not to be too lonely, especially this kind of book whose task flow is not clear. For the top, the points can be slowly brushed up."

The players nodded.Compared with the previous dungeons, the players this time are obviously veterans, and they are more calm.

The little man said, "I have an important prop in my hand, which is probably the most important prop in my nerves. Anyway, I have lived so many times, and I have never met anyone who is treated better than me."

The players looked over after hearing the words, and Qianwu couldn't help but turn around.

Jiang Chen asked, "Aroused your curiosity?"

"After all, he said that he has never seen someone who is more favored by nerves than him." Qianwu had already walked over there, and asked curiously: "Didn't the nerves grow out of the host? Let me see what kind of person can be better than me." more favored."

"..." Jiang Chen was a little funny, and followed him.

What the little man held in his hand was a compass-like disk with a small magnetic needle on it. There was a red line above the disk and a black line below it. The small magnetic needle was in a horizontal state at the moment, neither pointing to black nor to Finger red.

"This is the reward I got for getting a high score in the first dungeon. It's called the NPC Judgment Instrument." The little man muttered, "I made up this name blindly, anyway, it's almost for this purpose."

As he spoke, he bowed his head and said a few words of gods' blessings, then put the disc on the ground, rubbed his hands, and moved the pointer vigorously with a sense of faith.

The pointer spins rapidly.

"The red line is the best, which means that the guide NPC in the dungeon is a pure tool, and we can trust it 100%. The black line is worse, which means that he can kill people, or at least has the trigger conditions for killing people." The little man continued after explaining Praying, said in a low voice: "Is it red or not black, is it red or not black, is it red or not black..."

The pointer kept turning for a long time without even showing signs of slowing down. Sweat gradually began to seep from his forehead, and he became more and more tense visible to the naked eye.

"It is indeed a very powerful item." Qu Ying whispered to Qianwu and the others, "If you only count the item itself, this novice item is better than ours, and it is indeed a neurologically preferred player."

Jiang Chen touched the lucky bag in his pocket and remained silent. Qian Wu shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. Although Jiang Chen's law code is a bit of an afterthought, don't forget that he also has a quill, and he can modify the rules of survival at a critical moment."

Jiang Chen didn't show any expression, "The code is weaker than the compass to guide, but it has the ability to fight against the rules that the compass doesn't have, but it's not ready yet."

After more than a minute passed, the hands finally stopped slowly.

Twenty pairs of eyes stared at it, it slowly stopped turning, the two ends of the pointer returned to the horizontal line, and nothing happened.

"How come?" The little man's eyes widened, he grabbed the compass and shook it, "Friend, don't lose the chain, do it again."

Once again, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the compass paddled again.

The little man tossed and tossed the thing inexplicably, Zhong Liye said, "Don't mess it up, maybe the props are right."

Qu Ying nodded, "We haven't seen the guide NPC for so long, maybe this is a copy without the guide NPC, everyone should rely on their own efforts."

The little man sighed and put the compass back in his pocket.

The slightly flared shirt cuffs hindered his movements, and he pulled up the sleeves, revealing his white wrists, like a slender and boneless little girl.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Can I ask about your occupation?"

"Did you say outside the nerves? I'm a famous nature photographer, that's right, I'm famous. If you haven't heard of it, you're ignorant." He continued to pull his sleeves up as he spoke, exposing the nerves in his arms, "Oh, I am very sensitive and talented, but my brain is not very good, welcome to form a team with me, the calm boss, and compete for posts, whoever is blue will get the job."

There is a light blue stripe on the inside of his arm, and the bright red beside it is as bright as an overripe cherry.

Jiang Chen was stunned. Except for Qianwu, this player was undoubtedly the most sensitive and talented player, far surpassing the others by more than one level.

"Our team does not lack calm nerves." Jiang Chen rolled up his sleeves casually as he said. The sleeves of the dress were tight, and he could only lift the waist to the middle of the forearm, but the dark blue almost black nerves that had spread were still very vivid.

The little man's eyes lit up, "It's you!"

"Thinking too much, I already have teammates." Jiang Chen's expression was very indifferent, "I just want to let you know that our strengths are comparable, and if you have any clues, welcome to communicate."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Qianwu's shoulder very naturally, Qianwu glanced back at the little man, before he could speak, the little man gasped.

"Teacher Qianwu! What the hell, why did you enter this ghostly place!" The other party only took a few seconds to shed emotional tears, "Why did Teacher Qianwu, whom I like so much, come into this bloody place? My spiritual guardian will die violently at any time, and may die violently in front of my eyes, isn't this killing me spiritually! I'm dead, woo woo woo—"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard by this howl, and walked away two steps with displeasure and disgust, and couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What is spiritual protection?"

"It's Teacher Qianwu." The little man cried and said, "Mr. Qianwu has served as my spiritual guardian for more than five years. His last job was the wife of the former Marshal of the Imperial Guard, a gentle and bright woman. .”

"..."

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks, "You're talking about my mother."

"Yeah, aren't you that big official who stepped on human blood to re-emerge? What's the matter with Jiang?" I'm not interested in guns, I only like your mother."

"..."

Jiang Chen's face was so gloomy, he turned his head and walked to the other end of the corridor.

Qian Wu walked beside him with a smile, and finally couldn't help laughing after walking a few steps, Jiang Chen squinted at him, "Spirit Guardian, are you happy?"

"It seems that I am indeed a stinky painter." Qianwu said with a smile, "There is no such thing as a high-minded person who engages in photography, and I am getting together with a stinking gunner."

Mr. Commander's expression of holding back his anger was extremely vivid.

Everyone went to the stairs one after another. According to the sign, they were only on the third floor of the castle, and there was a lot of room for exploration up and down.Jiang Chen habitually led Qianwu to go up first. Just as the leather shoes stepped on a step, the sound of cuckoo suddenly sounded in the castle.

Cuckoo——

Cuckoo——

The time-telling wooden clock that rose in the Middle Ages, the sound of the cuckoo echoed nine times in the empty castle, heralding nine o'clock in the evening.

It was as if a cold hand suddenly grabbed Qianwu's ankle, and his foot that was about to go up the steps was pulled in the air like that, and cold sweat crawled all over his body in an instant. He lowered his head and looked at his feet He retreated uncontrollably and returned to the flat ground under the steps.

There is nothing in the field of vision, but the feeling of the ankle being grasped is very clear, as if one can imagine that it is a bony hand with blue veins throbbing under the pale skin, grasping the ankle hard, as if In the next second, he was ready to cut off that ankle.

Afterwards, that hand let go of Qianwu's feet, but it seemed that there were two other hands behind Qianwu's shoulders suddenly, pushing him to turn around, walking to the side of the stairs going down, holding his two feet respectively Wrist, holding him step by step and walking down.

"Jiang Chen—"

Qian Wu was deprived of control over his body, he quickly turned his head, only to see Jiang Chen mechanically going downstairs with him behind.

Behind him, more than 20 players were forced to leave the original trajectory one after another, and they all walked towards the stairs screaming in horror.

The castle was still quiet and empty, and there was no other sound except for the horrifying screams of the players.

Countless pairs of invisible hands gripped their ankles, forcing them step by step down the steps, all the way to the first floor, through the dark lobby, and stood in front of a door with a sign that read "Unforgettable Dinner Party" "Five words.

The No.20 nine players followed and stood outside the door for a moment, the door in front of Qianwu opened.

In the resplendent banquet hall, all kinds of food and drinks are displayed on the long white tables on both sides, while the space in the middle of the banquet hall is empty, with two downward steps made of pure gold, and an embedded dance floor is made on the ground , occupying most of the space in the banquet hall.

That cold hand forced Qianwu to step into the banquet hall, and after waiting for everyone to enter, the door closed behind him with a bang.

A clear and sharp fulcrum note sounded unexpectedly, and then the light and beautiful tones spread around.The music brings an elegant and relaxed atmosphere, and the sense of spirituality just now has been diluted a lot, making people unable to help but want to loop back.

It was the waltz in that music box.

The words appeared again on the white tapestry on the wall.

"Tonight, Waltz night."

"The waltz is soft and beautiful, full of vitality. Hurry up and invite your partner to spin and dance together! Be careful not to be left alone."

The author has something to say: floor, let's dance.

The little nerve wriggled and twisted inch by inch on the floor, and quickly hugged me.

Floor: Sorry, no hands.