Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"I want you very much."

It took Qianwu a long time to digest these simple words.

"Crazy?" He was numb from Xiu's scalp, "ghosts are patrolling outside, lying on the door listening to the sound from door to door, where did you get interested in this time?"

Jiang Chen's voice was a little muffled, "I'm also confused."

"..."

Jiang Chen stopped speaking.

I don't know if the things outside are gone or not, Qianwu's eyelids are gradually fighting, and when he is about to completely close his eyes and fall asleep, Jiang Chen suddenly rolls over and presses him up, the cool tip of his nose touches his cheek, and goes around his lips and goes down.

Qian Wu was taken aback, raised his hand and pushed him, "You are not possessed by something, are you?"

"No." The commander's voice sounded a little aggrieved and pitiful, "I really want it, you don't need to cooperate, I will fall asleep after smelling it for a while."

This is the first time Qianwu has heard of what kind of operation Wen Yihui is.He was at a loss, and the sleepiness he had just gathered up was aroused by Jiang Chen's lips sweeping across his neck and collarbone.He subconsciously grabbed Jiang Chen's shoulder, Jiang Chen hummed in an upward tone as if inquiring, raised his head, and Qian Wu naturally lowered his head and kissed him.

"It should be gone, I have a hunch that it has gone, why don't we do it." Jiang Chen said in a low voice.

Qianwu brushed his cheeks with his lips, and stopped by his ear, "Do you have such a thing as intuition?"

"Yes, this time there is something out of nowhere." Jiang Chen said seriously.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, a gloomy moonlight came through, and a ray of light was reflected on the face of the person on the bed.

That ray of light pierced through Qianwu's eyes and red lips obliquely, Jiang Chen stared at him non-stop, it was fatally gorgeous beyond all the past, enough to make the always calm and restrained imperial commander lose control.

He suddenly didn't want to bear it any longer, and raised his arms to wrap around Qianwu's slender wrists.

The morning sun was warm and peaceful, illuminating the three bodies that died on the first night.

Two men and one woman were all lying on the bed messily, their eyes wide open, their faces pale and frightening, and there were bloodstains lying under their mouths and noses.

When Qianwu and Jiang Chen entered the room of one of the dead players, Zhong Liye was closing the medicine box.

He slowly took off his gloves, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "Like the other two, he died of severe poison."

"Could it be last night's food?" someone asked.

The little man shook his head, "The arrangement of the food is completely random, everyone has eaten it. This is obviously a dungeon with clear trigger conditions for death, and it will not kill people wantonly and irregularly. The thing that killed people should be that thing last night."

Qian Wu spoke from outside the crowd: "Did that thing knock on the door of each room last night?"

The players collectively turned their heads, their faces turning pale.

"Everyone who is still alive at the scene refrained from responding last night, right?" Qianwu stepped forward, glanced at the dead body, and then looked away calmly, "This is probably the trigger condition. Waltz The background story is the representative of the butler Edmund, Edmund has always been concerned about whether the young master Cyril can sleep peacefully, he will patrol the room on the night of the waltz, and players who are found awake will suffer.”

Jiang Chen continued and said: "As long as you answer, he will enter that room. As for the method of execution—"

Qu Ying's voice trembled, "Maybe it's a sleeping pill, because he said outside my door last night that if I can't sleep, he can give me something sleeping."

The voice fell, and there was a dead silence in the room.

Qian Wu's mind seemed to have the scene of a skinny old femme fatale man suddenly barging in, holding him down on the bed and force-feeding him with poison, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

Zhong Liye closed the dead man's eyes with a handkerchief, and said in a low voice, "Let's all go out."

During the day, the castle was peaceful, except that it was a little too quiet, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The door of the ballroom is completely closed during the day, and there is a small restaurant next to it. Breakfast is automatically prepared, as if there are ghosts in the dark to manage everything in the castle.

Everyone sat around the round table to eat, Qianwu reached for the bread placed in the bamboo basket in the distance, the sleeve of his shirt was casually lifted, and there was a light red hoop mark on his white wrist.

Peng Peng's eyes straightened, "What happened?"

Zhong Liye kicked him hard from below.

With a calm face, Jiang Chen cut bread and smeared cheese for Qianwu, as if he didn't see the trace.

"You guys are actually a couple." The little man already understood, and looked at Qianwu with hard-to-disguise disappointment, "I'm so disappointed that you are with such a calculating person, this is the disqualification of art, it's absurd , outrageous!!"

Qianwu paused the hand holding the coffee, and after a while lowered his eyes and said: "It's really outrageous."

They were all crazy last night.

Jiang Chen was different from usual when he came up, he rarely ignored the feelings of the other party, but last night he was very domineering.Holding his hand, several times made him unbearable.

He once couldn't help calling Brother Jiang Chen, but it was useless, and the crying sound continued.Later, even he himself was too sinking to restrain himself, and the two of them hugged each other until dawn and fell asleep.When I wake up in the morning and take a shower, I can see witnesses all over my body.

Jiang Chen seemed unable to hear the little man's sarcasm and belittling him, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, take out that compass you had yesterday and turn it around again."

"That's called an NPC determiner, not a compass." The other party rolled his eyes in displeasure, murmured as he took something out of his pocket, and sighed, "I guess it might not be possible to turn it out, and that one might be the BOSS last night, if It’s a BOSS, which is beyond the scope of the NPC determiner.”

Jiang Chen seemed too lazy to talk nonsense, and only made a urging gesture.

The pointer rotated rapidly again, and more than 20 people at a table stared straight at it.

After about ten seconds, the pointer suddenly slowed down, and circled round and round, and then, it stood up very slowly, with the tip pointing to the black line below.

The black line represents that the NPC can kill people.

"This compass should point to Edmund, the housekeeper last night." Zhong Liye said thoughtfully.

The little man was holding the compass in a daze, and suddenly said after a while, "Oh yes, I remembered, whenever there was an NPC in the previous dungeon, the NPC would lead us into it from the very beginning. It seems that this compass has a hidden secret. According to the rules, only NPCs that have appeared before can be judged."

Qianwu suddenly asked, "Have you ever been to a Ben with more than one NPC?"

The little man nodded, "Of course, there are quite a few. In some dungeons, besides the key NPC, there are a bunch of less important ones."

"Then how do you know who it is referring to every time?"

The other party recalled for a while before saying, "I always meet a turn once, and by default it corresponds to the result of the NPC that appeared recently, and they are all accurate."

Jiang Chen picked up the enamel mug and took a few sips of hot coffee, then said: "There are currently two known killing rules in the castle. The latter has never appeared, and it is likely to be the hidden BOSS of the dungeon. The second is the butler Edmund who will appear at night, as an NPC to induce players to step into the trap."

"Do you think this dungeon is weird? Where did the hands that force us to move come from? Why do all the furniture guide us automatically? And Edmund, he can't even tell who the young master is, and he looks like a perverted old woman The same thing that forced people to fall asleep, has he already become a ghost?" Peng Peng's eyes straightened, "Could this be another cursed dungeon?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "It's possible. The description of the dungeon only vaguely revealed the relationship between the three, but there is no follow-up. Everyone should pay special attention to the written information when searching the house today. At the very least, find out which period these three people lived in."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

The breakfast was exquisite and hearty, but almost no one had an appetite except Qianwu and Peng Peng. They had just eaten half of it, and the other players dispersed to sort out the clues.

Qu Ying said that she needed to go to the bathroom, Zhong Liye finished eating first and then accompanied her.

Jiang Chen stayed at the table and waited for Qianwu, flipping through the Code of Survival while drinking coffee.After waking up this morning, the second law appeared in the code.

【#2 Waltz night, sleep peacefully and stay safe】

While picking up almonds soaked in milk, Qianwu asked Peng Peng beside him: "Were you scared last night?"

"No." Peng Peng grunted after eating, "To be honest, I was so frightened that I was forced to go back to the room by those ghastly claws yesterday, so I fell asleep on the bed and didn't wake up at midnight. .”

Even though he had expected this person to be extraordinary, the spoon in Qianwu's hand still subtly paused for a moment.

He looked up, "Not awake at all? Edmund knocked on the door."

"I heard it." Peng Peng said, "I have been dreaming of a woodpecker tapping on my bed, and I kissed it in my dream and closed it myself. Don’t dare to peck. I just realized what you said just now, that’s not a woodpecker, it’s that perverted dead housekeeper.”

"..."

Qian Wu sighed and lowered his head to continue fishing, Jiang Chen couldn't help touching the back of his head lovingly.

His hand slid down Qianwu's hair, and he inadvertently lifted the back collar of his shirt, revealing the crimson hickey on the back of his neck.

Qian Wu noticed something, but continued to fish and eat without moving. After watching for a while, Jiang Chen raised his hand to cover it with cloth, and said in a low voice: "It's a bit weird."

"It's good that you know." Qianwu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "Not only is it a bit weird, it's also rude."

Jiang Chen's tone immediately dropped, "Not tonight."

Peng Peng put the bowl away, "After eating, I'll go to play with Zhong Liye, bye!"

He ran out of the restaurant as fast as he could, while Jiang Chen leisurely waited for Qian Wu to finish eating before getting up.They went out from the room and saw that Peng Peng had trotted to the other end of the corridor.

At the other end of the corridor was the bathroom, Zhong Liye was waiting outside the door, and Qu Ying just came out of it, wiping her hands with a white handkerchief.

There are white handkerchiefs everywhere in the castle, and there are many in the chest of drawers. The fabric is ordinary, and it seems that the servants are stockpiling them for work.Everyone has made an appointment to tie such a handkerchief on the outside handle of the door of the room that has been searched, so as to avoid repeated efforts.

Jiang Chen and Qianwu went directly to the top floor of the castle as usual, and searched from top to bottom.

The roof of the top floor is somewhat curved, and the shelf is low. Tall people will feel oppressed standing on the floor.

The doors are made of thick and rich lacquered and carved wood.There is a rule in the castle. Except for bedrooms, all functional rooms have house numbers. For example, there are four or five libraries on this floor, as well as storage rooms and refreshment rooms.It's just that there are huge seals on each door, the seals have turned yellow and curled up, and there are heavy brass chains hanging on the doorknobs, which cannot be pushed and pressed, and are tightly sealed.

Qian Wu lifted a seal casually and said: "General Douglas, seal it here."

"This is on all the doors. No matter whether it is necessary to seal it or not, the tool storage room that is the most blocked can't escape." Jiang Chen sneered, and flipped the heavy iron chain casually, "It's nothing more than a predator showing off. means."

Qian Wu pondered: "From the data, it seems that Douglas has taken a fancy to Cyril. Since he is his sweetheart, why did he seal up his house?"

"It's not considered a complete seizure. The ballroom, restaurant, and Cyril's bedroom are all in good condition." Jiang Chen said, "While pampering it, I burned some of its feathers in front of it. Canary fun."

Qianwu narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at him.

Jiang Chen played with the iron chain for a while and then threw it away with disgust, "Many uncles, nephews and peers are obsessed with it, but how can this kind of finches that are willing to roost after their wings have been broken? It's morbidly interesting."

Qian Wu said lightly: "Don't you like canaries?"

Jiang Chen seemed to think about it seriously for a while, "I don't like it, but if it's the kind that can cry, maybe I can take a second look."

After he finished speaking, Qianwu's face changed, he stomped his foot viciously, turned and walked out.

Jiang Chen followed behind with a low smile, and said in a low voice: "You don't need to substitute, you are not a bird in a cage."

"Did you hear anything?" Qianwu suddenly stopped and asked.

Jiang Chen was taken aback, "What's the sound?"

Qianwu didn't answer.

Vaguely, he always felt that the waltz from last night was still in his mind, and it popped up for a while from time to time, lingering on it.

They couldn't get into the sealed room, so they could only go down the stairs.

The little man poked his head out at the bend of the stairs on the lower floor, and sighed, "More than half of the rooms have been sealed, and we got nothing."

"It's the same upstairs." Jiang Chen said, "Have you swept all the lower floors? Didn't even open a single room?"

The little man shook his head, "There are so many people, the sweeping will be finished in a while. Except for the few places we slept and visited, everything else is sealed."

Zhao Bing and a few girls came up from below, and they simply didn't bother to continue upstairs. They raised their heads and said, "It's the same here, there is no room for search at all."

The situation fell into a stalemate, and everyone gathered together to discuss for a long time but did not discuss why.

"Isn't this dungeon called the curse of the music box?" Peng Peng suddenly suggested weakly: "Our rooms are essentially the same. Everyone has a music box on the chest of drawers, right? Why don't we go back and fiddle with that thing separately, maybe What kind of mystery can be triggered. We went to a Diva dungeon before, and the gramophone next to the bed was the key prop.”

One word awakened everyone, and everyone immediately went back to their respective houses.

Qianwu moved slowly, following thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Chen asked in a low voice.

Qian Wu shook his head and said, "I've seen the music box a long time ago, and there are two small figures in it that are so rusted that they can't be seen clearly. They will make a sound when they are wound, just like all the music boxes in the world."

Jiang Chen said, "According to the current thinking, either look for the key, maybe you can open a locked door, or it means that the other rooms are not important. By the way, what about the key you got in the plague dungeon? "

Qianwu shook his head, "I thought about it just now, but those locks and my keys are not of the same caliber at all, they are far apart."

The two chatted one after another, Qianwu went down the stairs to the first floor, stood in the lobby, and turned his head to look in the direction of the ballroom.

During the day, the door of the dance hall was closed tightly. In the morning, some players tried to push through the door, but they couldn't push the door open at all.

There is a mysterious and compelling death mechanism in that door, and no one wants to explore it.

Qian Wu suddenly said softly: "I have a hunch that all clues will be revealed in this ballroom."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen went up and pushed the door, the door was tightly closed, and with a little force, he knew that it was absolutely impossible to push it open.

"Let's wait for the night," he said. "Tonight may be Douglas' tango night."

The daytime in the castle seemed to pass faster than normal time. After lunch, Qianwu just sat down to discuss clues with everyone, and then took a nap, when he suddenly heard the sound of cuckoo cuckoo telling the time.

It seems that only at critical moments, the chime clock will ring.He counted to nine silently in his heart, and just got up from the bed when he felt a chill in his ankle.

"I'll go by myself." He said coldly to the air, "Don't touch me."

After a silent stalemate for a few seconds, the cold hand holding his ankle really let go.

He tidied up the complicated cuffs and necklines of his shirt, and walked side by side with Jiang Chen who had put on a black dress.

The castle was quiet under the night, and the door of the ball hall was opened again, and the lights inside were bright.

The remaining 26 players re-entered the auditorium, and then new rules appeared on the white tapestry.

"Tonight, tango night."

"The tango dance has a strong sense of illusion, the man's steps are decisive and powerful, and the woman's mysterious and generous. The two parties convey love under the seemingly serious dance steps, tacitly avoid suspicion, and love and danger are on the verge of breaking out with one step away."

"When the staccato sounds, please shake your head rigorously and dance happily with your loved one!"

"What do you mean??" Peng Peng stared at the wall with wide eyes, "Why is today's reminder so long? Why didn't I understand it?"

The hourglass has been dropped by an invisible hand, and the low prelude has already sounded. Most of the players didn't understand, and they talked in a low voice in a daze.

Jiang Chen looked calm and explained: "This is roughly about the etiquette of tango dance. Tango is a dance for underground lovers to date. Although they hug each other tightly, they must behave solemnly and decently, and avoid showing affection. Look around from time to time to make sure that others are not paying attention. There is a positioning sound at the beginning of each end performance, and when the positioning sound sounds, both men and women shake their heads to the left at the same time."

Qu Ying frowned and thought for a while, "You say that, I recall that the tango dance steps I have seen seem to be really like this. Doesn't it mean that the whole dance step cannot stare at each other?"

"That's what I want." Jiang Chen nodded, glanced at the reminder that was fading away, and said: "The reminder must not be given for nothing, everyone should be careful when dancing, and try not to violate the etiquette of dance music."

As he said, the sand in the hourglass had flowed to the bottom, and the wrong play crescendoed, Jiang Chen fastened the button of his dress with one hand, and took a step back.

He extended his other hand to Qianwu deeply and generously, "Teacher Qianwu."

Qian Wu gently hooked his lips, and put his hand in his palm.

The author has something to say: Little nerves caress the floor in disbelief.

How did the floor leak?it trembled.

Sighing while typing on the keyboard, he picked it up and threw it on the bed temporarily.

Do not move until the floor is repaired.Typing the keyboard said.