Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The housekeeper held a white candle in his left hand, and the wax flowed down onto the back of his dry hand. The pale light shone on his face from below, shaking tremblingly with the candle flame.

He has deep eye sockets, a narrow and straight nose, and sunken cheeks.When laughing in the pale candlelight, Qianwu suspected that the top of his head was getting cold.

Qian Wu sat up startled, but Jiang Chen didn't move, his eyes were closed as if he was still in a deep sleep.

Just under the quilt, Jiang Chen gently rubbed his fingers.

Qianwu calmed down a bit, sitting on the bed and watching Edmund approaching gradually.

The door was not completely closed, and the dim light from the corridor also shone into the room. Qianwu looked down Edmund's uniform, saw his intact legs and feet, and saw his body reflected in the light on the ground. shadow.

He was a little uncertain for a while, during the day and Jiang Chen speculated that Edmund should have died long ago, but it seemed that he was still alive.

After Edmund approached, he called out again in a low voice, young master, and he walked to Qianwu's side, leaning down.

Qian Wu didn't move at all, tightly holding Jiang Chen's hand under the quilt.

When the face was attached, Qianwu realized that Edmund was only in his 30s, but his too thin and sunken cheeks seemed to have many wrinkles from a distance under the light and shadow.He approached infinitely, and pressed his cheek against Qianwu when he froze.

Biting cold.

"This dog fell asleep, did he hurt you tonight?" He asked in a low voice a few millimeters away from Qianwu.

Qianwu was stunned.

It was obviously a waltz night, but Edmund was clearly insane.Probably when he came in and saw two people on the bed, he thought it was the day when Douglas would come to accompany him.

Jiang Chen pretended to be asleep, but managed to slip through by accident.

Edmund looked at Qianwu lovingly, touched his pocket, and murmured: "It's a pity if you can't sleep, eat something to soothe your nerves."

He took out a bottle from his pocket, which was exactly the same as the small porcelain bottle containing sugar on the long table in the ballroom. The cute and thick small porcelain bottle looked eerie in this situation.

Edmon paused, then shook his head and said, "I almost took it by mistake, it wasn't this one, this one is for your imposter."

Qianwu said the first sentence after he came in, and asked calmly, "Impersonator?"

Edmund nodded his head, "Is it because I'm getting old? I've always caught some guys pretending to be you in the castle recently, which makes me happy for nothing. I have to use poison to send them to hell."

Qianwu thought of the three people who died on the first night.

He didn't make a sound, watched Edmund change his pocket and took out another small porcelain bottle, peeled off the stopper and sniffed it carefully for a long time before saying: "It's this one, be careful not to get it wrong, I don't want to hurt you a little bit. "

As he spoke, he leaned over again and held the medicine bottle respectfully.He was too thin, and when he bent over, it seemed that his waist would break at any time, Qianwu couldn't help but glanced at his lower body.

The red candle on the bedside table was burning quietly. It kept watch all night. Since Edmund came in, it has not moved in any way.

However, as soon as Qianwu's eyes touched the ground, his body froze involuntarily.

The scene under the red candlelight is completely different from what I saw at the door just now.The bottom of Edmund's trousers was empty, with no feet or shadows.

"Drink." Edmund leaned over again, leaning against Qianwu's face, and whispered softly in his ear: "Drink this to sleep, and you don't have to dream about this tyrant. This way even if the devil is by your side , you can also bravely sleep sweetly."

Under the quilt, Jiang Chen's hand that was holding him was silently released, and he groped under the pillow.

Qianwu's face was pressed coldly by Edmund, he was thinking about how to find an excuse to refuse the bottle of medicine, Edmund shook the medicine bottle in front of him, he moved the tip of his nose, suddenly a little surprised.

Qianwu reached out to take the medicine bottle, put it under his nose and smelled it again.

The familiar taste is unmistakable, it is the recipe of Mrs. Jiang's mulled wine.In the first copy of the nerve, Jiang Chen did the same to comfort him who couldn't sleep.

Although the liquid in the bottle had already cooled down, the rich smell of grapes and cinnamon diffused in the air, and Jiang Chen hesitated in his silent movements.

Qianwu suddenly realized that if Cyril was pinched after him, then the things the butler used to lull Cyril to sleep might be the things he would drink when he was coaxed to sleep when he was a child.

This is a real "soothing soup", not poison.

Qianwu drank the small bottle and handed it back to Edmund.

"Young master is so good." Edmund's skinny face showed a loving smile, and he raised his hand to stroke his head, "Go to sleep, this bastard will be gone tomorrow morning. At least, we can wait until the next time he comes." Have a good day in peace."

Qianwu didn't dare to speak too much, he was not the real Cyril after all, his voice and appearance were different.

He could only lower his eyes and hum.

Edmund put away the bottle, picked up his red candle, turned around and walked out slowly.

Like a long movie scene, he came uninvited and left alone.

When he left, Qianwu looked at his back and read a bit of desolation.

The door was closed, and Qian Wu sat quietly on the bed for another 2 minutes before Jiang Chen whispered: "Let's go."

"I'm covered in cold sweat, and my pajamas are sticking to my body." Qianwu muttered in a low voice, "This guy doesn't push the door according to the dungeon mechanism, it's scary."

"Perhaps this is the dungeon mechanism. When he judges the real Cyril, he will directly enter."

Jiang Chen said as he lifted the quilt and sat up, his palms pressed against Qianwu's back lightly, "What is he?"

Qianwu said: "It looked normal when I entered the door, but it only appeared under the candlelight of the red candle, it is a ghost."

Jiang Chen frowned when he heard the words, and after thinking for a while, he said: "But from the words, he doesn't seem to realize that he is a ghost."

Edmund's state is indeed very strange, he regards these uninvited guests in the castle as people impersonating Cyril, and he is not surprised to see "Douglas" on the night of the waltz.Cyril has been dead for so long, but he still seems to be stuck in the old days, obviously insane.

Jiang Chen hesitated and said, "It's reasonable for him to think that I'm Douglas. After all, I got Douglas' dagger. But what about you? What triggered the binding between you and Cyril?"

Qianwu thought for a while before saying: "Perhaps from the moment you became Douglas and recognized me as Cyril, I have already completed the binding with Cyril. Since last night, I have already had Cyril one after another. your memories and habits."

Probably because of the cold sweat just now, Qianwu's voice was a little hoarse.Jiang Chen listened to him halfway, and went to pour water on the ground with bare feet.

Qianwu looked at his movements, frowned and said: "But I still can't figure it out. This dungeon is like a pool of stagnant water. We know the trigger conditions for the death of the ball, and know that Edmund will kill players who are considered to be impostors, and then What? He didn’t intend to hurt us at all when he came in, and if he doesn’t take the next step, we still have no clues, so it’s just going on like this day after day?”

Jiang Chen held the chubby teacup and handed it to him, and said in a low voice, "There are still clues."

Qianwu immediately asked, "What?"

He didn't even bother to take the water, Jiang Chen held the cup to his mouth and let him drink a couple of sips, and said: "I'm not sure. But Edmund's tone of voice to you is a bit inconsistent, he Cyril's face called Douglas a dog, and said that he should insist on staying through the night, so that they could spend at least one peaceful day before Douglas came next time. I heard these words based on the fact that he and Cyril were in the same From a standpoint, it seems...he thinks that Cyril hates Douglas as much as he does, but both of them are powerless to resist."

Qianwu was thoughtful when he heard the words.

He vaguely remembered last night when he heard "myself" crying and begging, "I love you, I've fallen in love with you..."

"Perhaps it takes a process for Cyril to fall in love with Douglas." Qianwu thought in a low voice, "At first, at least when Douglas broke into the castle, he should have been afraid and hated at the same time, that's the reaction a normal person should have. .”

Jiang Chen hummed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Qian Wu finish drinking a whole glass of water, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "It is estimated that the young master slept with people a lot, and his feelings came from sleeping alive."

"..." Qianwu almost dropped the cup on the bed.

The commander's face was full of disdain, staring at the tapestry where the mission description appeared on the first day, and said coldly: "After all, he is a waste who doesn't work hard, has been ruined by others, and lives with others."

Qianwu kicked him under the quilt, "Won't you replace Douglas now?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing, "Yes. Don't substitute Cyril, don't kick me."

The two discussed in a low voice for a while, when the sky appeared faintly, Jiang Chen hugged Qian Wu and fell into a deep sleep.

However, during this sleep, Qianwu had a dream.

In the dream, he walked out of the old castle. Under the scorching sun, he sat in a cool gazebo, eating grapes and drinking cold black tea.

In the field of vision, his hands and arms were more slender and fairer than usual, white to the point of paleness, revealing a morbid beauty.

Red and purple bruises all over the arms.He twisted a grape and put it in his mouth. When he opened his mouth, there was numbness and swelling pain at the corner of his mouth.

His whole body was sore, and his back was especially uncomfortable. Sitting was uncomfortable, so he could only lie lazily in the wicker chair covered with cushions.

Soon, Edmund appeared next to him in the uniform of a butler.Under the sun, there was no haze on Edmund's body. He had a serious expression and a gentle and warm demeanor, even a bit of a scholar's manner.

Holding a tray of snacks in one hand and a bottle of iced fruit juice through a white handkerchief in the other, he came forward to serve.

When bending over to place the food, Edmund's eyes quickly glanced at his neck, and then quickly looked away.

"He's getting aggressive with you again." Edmund said in a cold tone, "Douglas is a complete beast, he should go to hell. You can't go on like this. The new emperor is being kind to you, after all, he wants to show himself Mercy after force. I have collected some evidence of Douglas's attempt to usurp power, and you present these to the new emperor, and let Douglas be quartered by five horses!"

"Ah?" Qianwu was stunned when he ate the grapes, "Is this... a little too hasty?"

Edmund said: "It's because I didn't prepare enough, but I don't want to wait any longer. Haven't you had enough of being frightened by him every other day?"

Edmund was imperative, so he turned around and ordered his servants to make an appointment for him to meet the new emperor.After hesitating for a long time, he finally gave up and put the grapes in his hand back on the plate.

"Edmund." Qianwu called softly, "I have something to tell you."

Edmund turned around, restrained his vigorous attitude, and looked at him gently.

"Master, please order."

Qianwu hesitated for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Actually, I think this kind of life is also very good. Today is you, tomorrow is him, and he will not deliberately make things difficult for you now. Isn't it good for us to live like this?" ?”

Edmund frowned when he heard the words, as if he was listening to the Arabian Nights, "Master, what do you mean?"

"I..." Qianwu finally stood up, looked straight into his eyes, and said seriously: "I'm in love with Douglas, I love him like I love you. I don't intend to end this kind of life, please do your part Do not trouble me."

Qianwu didn't see what Edmond's last reaction was.

After he finished saying this, he suddenly broke free from the sinking dream, and the moment his soul broke free, he realized that it was just a dream.

But it was also at that moment that he suddenly felt that Edmund in his dream was very familiar, serious and gentle, and would look at him with unwilling and stubborn eyes when he was arguing, much like Jiang Chen in his youth.Today's Jiang Chen is already a general of the empire, he speaks one word, domineering but always calm, the general's air has already covered up the youthfulness and gentleness of his youth.

However, Qianwu couldn't wake up immediately, as if he was dragged into another nightmare in an instant.That nightmare was a dark midnight, and Douglas slowly opened the door and walked in, smiling at him vainly at the door.Holding the pale candle in his hand, the wax dripped down onto the back of his bare hand.

Qianwu sat up abruptly, opened his eyes wide, and panted violently.

But there was no darkness in front of his eyes, the strong sunlight sprinkled on the snow-white quilt, not far away, Jiang Chen just came out of the bathroom, walked over quickly and put his hands on his head.

Jiang Chen gently stroked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Qian Wushang was panting, he realized something was wrong after panting twice, he frowned and asked: "I slept until noon?"

"No." Jiang Chen shook his head, and then paused, "Probably not, everyone just woke up, you just woke up a little later than everyone, just a little while after I came out of the shower."

"Then—" Qianwu turned his head to look at the strong sunlight outside the window.

Strong, exposed to the sun, stinging people can't open their eyes.

"According to the body's biological clock, it should indeed be early morning, but obviously the sun has reached noon." Jiang Chen said solemnly: "The days are getting shorter and shorter, we have no morning, and we are directly entering noon."

"There is not much time left, and the clues have not been clarified. I am afraid there will be new troubles."

Qian Wu was taken aback, "A new trouble?"

Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at the door, the door was closed tightly, neither of them spoke, he seemed to be quietly listening to the movement outside.

After a while, after confirming that there was no one outside, he whispered: "In this book, we don't seem to have encountered any exiles yet."

29 people entered the book, and now there are only ten left, plus the first two special books did not meet the exile, Qian Wu almost forgot about this.

He asked in a low voice, "Who do you suspect?"

"That little man." Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "It's just a suspicion, his behavior is a bit abnormal."

In the morning, Jiang Chen was awakened by the sound of talking outside, and the players who woke up one after another came out to report to each other in the corridor that they were safe.The door of the little man's room was ajar, but he was not in the corridor.Jiang Chen wanted to push the door to confirm his safety, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw the people inside hurried into the bathroom after hearing footsteps.

Although there was only a glimpse through the crack of the door, Jiang Chen was sure that the little man was practicing dancing in the room.

With just a quick glance, he couldn't tell whether he was dancing the tango or the waltz.

"It's a bit hard to say." Qian Wu frowned and said, "It would make sense to say that the exile is doing tricks secretly, but if he is nervous about the tango night at night, it is completely reasonable to practice stepping and shaking his head in advance. He doesn't know tango It is difficult for some people to master the staccato positional note proficiently, but if you shake your head a little late, you may look at the bones, and there should be many people who got this trick the night before."

Jiang Chen nodded, "That's why I said it was just a suspicion."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped speaking vigilantly.A few seconds later, a footstep sounded outside the door, and then someone knocked on the door.

"Enter." Jiang Chen's tone was calm and majestic.

The little man pushed open the door and cautiously poked his head in.

"Are you up?" He smiled at Qianwu, "I'm here to ask you to go down for dinner, the days are getting shorter and shorter now, let's hurry up and exchange clues."

"Okay." Jiang Chen nodded, "Here we come."

The author has something to say: It's Saturday.

Little Nervous leaned weakly against the edge of the bed.

I want to go back to the earth for the weekend, it whispered.