Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Breakfast was the time to discuss clues, but everyone fell silent without saying a few words.

There is very little information about peripheral players, and Jiang Chen has no plan to share clues.He has been observing the little man, who is very quiet today, concentrating on eating a side of tomato sauce, occasionally dipping the sauce on the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"By the way, what's your name?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

The little man was taken aback, and looked up at him, "Ask me?"

Jiang Chen tore the bread into small pieces and put them in the Qianwu bowl, "Yeah."

"He He, nicknamed Box." He was a little out of shape today, and after he finished speaking, he was stunned for a while, and then shook his head violently.

Jiang Chen sharply raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." He He rubbed his cheeks vigorously, "Today I always feel chills all over my body, I can't catch my attention, and I always slip away. I may have a cold."

Jiang Chen asked, "Have you been exposed to tango before this dungeon?"

"No." The other party shook his head, his expression and behavior were very natural, "By the way, speaking of this, tonight's tango is quite difficult. We'd better determine the dance partner in advance, who will dance the male step and who will dance the female step, and then don't make mistakes."

When I woke up, it was still in the midday sun, and after breakfast, it was already a little bit like sunset outside.

Qu Ying and He Cheng became the group dance partners at night, and found a place to practice. The four members of the small group gathered in Qianwu's room.

"Today it's you, tomorrow it's him, you really say that?" Peng Peng looked at Qian Wu in shock with his mouth wide open, and hissed after getting the acquiescence.

"Can the body be able to bear it? Come every day, buttocks don't hurt?"

Jiang Chen kicked Peng Peng fiercely under the table, the hard heel hit the shin of the calf, Peng Peng bent his knees and hugged the stool to rub it.

But he still couldn't help laughing and yelling, "This young master is so delicate, it can't be seen that he is quite confident in his body."

Zhong Liye glanced at Peng Peng inexplicably, and asked Jiang Chen: "Hearing what Qianwu said, do you feel unhappy?"

Jiang Chen looked delicate, "Of course."

"Is that your own unhappiness or the unhappiness influenced by Douglas?" Peng Peng immediately sent out a soul torture.

Qianwu also turned around curiously when he heard the words, Jiang Chen thought for a while, "It's all there, I can't tell."

Under the table, he kept grabbing Qianwu's hand and playing with those soft fingers.

"Let's sort out the clues now." Zhong Liye took three cups and put them on the table one by one.

"Qianwu is Cyril, and Jiang Chen is Douglas. These two have died long ago, but they can communicate with the two of you. Although the butler is also dead, his soul is still alive. The deity is in the castle."

Peng Peng said suddenly, "The soul has been refusing to disperse, there must be resentment. Generally speaking, the resentful soul will repeat his unfulfilled wish, so his obsession may be to find Cyril again and be with him."

Jiang Chen nodded, "But the butler and the general are just NPCs, and Cyril is the boss. Most of the previous dungeons focus on fulfilling the boss' wish."

Everyone looked at Qianwu in unison.

Peng Peng picked up a cup and held it to Qianwu's mouth, "Mr. painter who is always a young master everywhere, what wish do you have?"

Being stared at by everyone, Qianwu was in a state of ecstasy.

After a long time, he suddenly turned his head and asked Jiang Chen, "If one day I tell you that today is you and tomorrow is someone else, what will you do when you are studying instead?"

Jiang Chen's face quickly darkened.

He seemed to be suppressing his anger, and it took him a long time to dial the silver spoon in the coffee cup, "It depends on whether you still want to be with me."

"If I want to." Qianwu leaned forward involuntarily.

Jiang Chen looked calm, stirred his coffee and said, "Kill someone else, then—"

He paused for a moment, did not speak directly, and only said: "Maybe I will ask those uncles, nephews and colleagues for advice on how to raise canaries."

Peng Peng on the opposite side has switched to the obsessive expression of watching a TV series, and Zhong Liye is watching the show side by side with him.

Qian Wu frowned, "This should be your thinking now."

"It was the same in the past." Jiang Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him, his eyes were indifferent, "Maybe you think that I have changed a lot before and after I took power, but no matter how a person changes, his reaction to certain things will not change."

When Qian Wu wanted to speak again, Jiang Chen calmly interrupted him, "Stop making such assumptions, you and I will be unhappy."

Qianwu said, "I was just thinking that the premise that Edmund and Douglas can coexist peacefully is that they don't know that Cyril loves each other. Once the bowl of water is not level, there will be variables. Cyril told Ed Something must have happened after Mont confessed."

Jiang Chen looked at him, "It's still the same question, what do you think Cyril's wish is?"

Qian Wu was stunned for a while.

Being watched by Jiang Chen, he seemed a little guilty and didn't want to reveal the answer.

Cyril is a self-willed person to the bone, he only cares about pleasure, and he hopes that the three of them will be together forever.

The sunset is just a flash, and the night is coming in a blink of an eye.

The speed at which the day is shortening makes people panic. If this trend continues, it will fall into eternal night in a few days.The waltz and tango cycle endlessly, and the player will be trapped to death in the ballroom, dancing non-stop until they die from exhaustion.

Qian Wu stepped into the ballroom, looked at the music box that appeared on the corner of the table instead of the ice wine barrel again, and suddenly realized the meaning of the name of the dungeon.

If there is a day, players will be like villains trapped in a music box, forced to dance to the sound of music endlessly.

Before the hourglass ran out, he went to look at the music box again.

Inside the box, the blond young master and the calm and majestic general embraced each other tightly, but looking closely, they saw that the villain representing the young master looked a little pale, and seemed to be a little lost amidst the enjoyment.

Jiang Chen walked over and wrapped his arms around his waist, and whispered in his ear: "Qu Ying just told me a very interesting thing."

"What?" Qianwu took his arm naturally.

The rhythm of the music was getting stronger, Jiang Chen hugged him and danced in advance, and said in a low voice, "He He opened the door of the ballroom."

"Why push open the door of the ballroom, this door is not always automatic—"

The voice stopped abruptly, Qian Wu suddenly understood what Jiang Chen meant, and looked at him in shock.

With a meaningful smile on the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth, he glanced at He He who was not far away, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it interesting? We have tried so many times, no one can enter the ballroom during the day, but he can push entered the door, and stayed in there secretly for a while."

"How long has he been there?" Qianwu asked.

Jiang Chen said: "Qu Ying said it would only take 2 minutes. After he left, she tried to push the door again, but she still couldn't push it."

The hourglass has run out, and the tango dance officially begins.Qian Wu immediately looked away, seized the last moment and said: "If it's just an exile, it's unlikely to have such great abilities, unless he has props or clues that we don't have."

"This is even more impossible." Jiang Chen's tone was steady and determined, "I have searched every room in the castle."

After saying this, Jiang Chen didn't say anything more.When Qianwu stepped on the positioning sound and shook his head, he saw that the bridge of his nose had begun to undergo subtle changes again.

So Qianwu also shut his mouth, while counting the beat in his heart, while paying attention to the music box on the corner of the table.

Last time they danced too far away, but this time when they got closer, they realized that the clockwork of the music box was also turning when the tango music played, and the two villains inside were dancing to the beat, and the flexibility of their body rotation was far away. More than the level of craftsmanship that two trinkets should have.

In the box, Douglas dances men's step and Cyril dances women's step.Cyril's turning and shaking his head gradually coincided with Qianwu's movements until they were exactly the same.

There was a feeling of pain in Qianwu's hand, and Jiang Chen in Yu Guangli had gradually turned into bones.This time he wasn't in a panic, he just kept staring at the music box while turning around.The villain representing Cyril seems to have a magic spell, which will tightly attract his attention.I don't know how long he danced, Qianwu felt that loss infected him, he felt the touch of being hugged by bones, and the lovesickness that was close at hand spread in his heart.

The strange thing is that he seems to miss the former Jiang Chen more than the Jiang Chen who is together every day now.

The music stopped, the bones disappeared, and the person holding his hand became a lover of flesh and blood again.

This time, a reminder to congratulate everyone for completing the dance quickly appeared on the tapestry, and the hourglass immediately began to count down to the dinner session.

Qian Wu turned his head and looked in the direction of He He and Qu Ying.He He just let go of Qu Ying's hand, seemed very nervous, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead with relief.

In a daze, Qianwu suddenly felt something flash in front of his eyes.

Jiang Chen clenched his hand sharply, "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, watching He He's movement of wiping his sweat, the nightmare of last night suddenly reappeared in front of his eyes.

Edmund pushed open the door in the dark of midnight, holding a white candle in his bare hand.The wax solidified on the back of his hand, and he felt a burning pain just looking at it.

In another dream, Edmund appeared with a tray of food, and poured him cold juice with a white handkerchief on top of it.

handkerchief.The disappearing handkerchief.

Qian Wu suddenly turned his head to look at the music box, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of Jiang Chen's dress.

Jiang Chen immediately asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"Is there a handkerchief on the wine barrel yesterday?" Qian Wu asked fiercely.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a while, nodded and said: "Yes, it is used to put the wine. The red wine in the ice bucket is afraid of heat, and the flavor will be destroyed when it is slightly hot. can guarantee-"

Jiang Chen's voice suddenly stopped.

The two looked in the direction of He He together tacitly.

Yesterday's wine was opened by He He, He He opened the wine with the handkerchief on top, and then put the handkerchief in his pocket.

After all, identical handkerchiefs can be seen everywhere in the castle, and there are countless of them. In the past two days, everyone just grabs them wherever they go, and even Jiang Chen has several in his pocket without knowing it.

Qianwu's tone was trembling with excitement, he tugged at the corner of Jiang Chen's clothes and said in a low voice: "It's a handkerchief. Edmund came in yesterday holding a candle with his bare hands. He lost a handkerchief, but He He got it by accident. .”

"Although Edmund's resentful soul is in the castle, it is only at night, and it still needs to be attached during the day. No wonder He He can suddenly open the door of the banquet hall." Jiang Chen nodded and took a deep breath, "Unexpectedly That's it..."

The players each grab their food and start eating.

It hasn't been long since the last breakfast, but everyone knows that the eternal night is coming, they eat mechanically and numbly, just want to maintain their strength as much as possible before that day comes.

Jiang Chen and Qianwu stood together and talked, neither of them seemed to have the intention of making the next move.

After a while, He He came over holding a goblet in each hand.One of them was rice wine and the other was orange juice.

He handed the wine to Qianwu, and the orange juice to Jiang Chen, and asked, "Time is getting tighter and tighter, do you two have any clues?"

"There are some." Jiang Chen took the orange juice frankly, "But it's not convenient to talk about it in the ballroom. Let's do it tomorrow, maybe tomorrow I will have more ideas."

He He nodded in a daze, "That's fine. But...please hurry up, the rest of these people are no longer greedy for points, and everyone wants to get out of here alive, that's all."

Qianwu watched He He silently.The other party was obviously speaking from the perspective of a player, and his mind was very clear.

Perhaps just like him and Jiang Chen, He He has his own will most of the time, and will only get lost when he is manipulated.Apparently he was sober and unaware of what he had done before.

Qian Wu took two sips of rice wine, then suddenly stretched out his hand to Jiang Chen and said, "Give me a taste of the orange juice."

Jiang Chen glanced at him, and slowly handed the cup to his hand.

"Farewell." He He suddenly reached out and pinched the foot of the goblet in the air, "Drinking rice wine and orange juice together may induce allergies."

"Really?" Qianwu's mouth suddenly twisted into a bright smile, he looked at He He for a while, nodded and said: "Forget it, I'd rather believe it, I won't drink."

Jiang Chen retracted his hand with a smile, put the cup on his lips and took a sip.

He Hehe watched him swallow, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Don't you guys eat something else?"

"I don't want to eat anymore, I have no appetite." Jiang Chen yawned, "The biological clock is just at nap time, so let's go back to rest first."

After he finished speaking, he handed the orange juice back to He He, and walked out of the ballroom with Qian Wu.

The two walked up the stairs calmly, there was no one else around, Qian Wu asked, "Did you really take a sip?"

"Of course I didn't drink it. I'm not stupid about poisonous things." Jiang Chen smiled lowly, "Did the fake drink fool you?"

Qianwu sighed and remained silent.

He was really almost deceived, the moment Jiang Chen entered the mouth and swallowed the orange juice was so real and natural, even though he knew that Jiang Chen wouldn't really drink it, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"It's all a trick on the entertainment field." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Qianwu snorted coldly, "It's not a good quality."

The rest of the people were still grabbing the last minute to eat, and the spiral staircase landed empty, only the footsteps and whispers of two people.

"The person who gets the butler's handkerchief will uncontrollably want to kill the person who got the general's dagger. The method is probably poison." Jiang Chen said lightly: "This is very reasonable, Edmund still loves Cyril after all. Yes, his intention of killing Douglas was to monopolize Cyril, and he didn't want to end up in a dead end. Using poison is indeed the easiest way to get rid of the crime. He He put the poison in the orange juice at the ball, so Edmund was also very Possibly put the poison in the wine at the tango."

After he finished speaking, he raised his finger to his lips and let out a sigh.

There was another sound of footsteps below, very light, but the frequency was fast, and it seemed to be walking up in a hurry.

Jiang Chen glanced down at the handrail of the spiral staircase, and saw He He's figure in the gap.

"It's so quick to confirm whether I'm dead or alive. It seems that Edmund chose strong poison back then." Jiang Chenfeng raised his eyebrows lightly, "Poor Douglas died at the ball, probably death While dancing."

As he spoke, he took Qianwu's hand, turned around and walked into this floor, hiding in a recess in the wall.

The sound of He He's footsteps gradually became clear. They stepped on the steps they were on just now, without stopping, and went straight up across this floor.

The space is narrow, Qianwu and Jiang Chen are close to each other, Qianwu asked in a low voice: "So, from Douglas's point of view, what would you think at the moment of poisonous death?"

Jiang Chen was silent for a long time.

He obviously already had the answer in his eyes, but it took a long time before he was willing to say what was in his heart.

"I'll take away the one I love the most, and leave it to the person who is the most anxious competitor." He whispered.

On the quiet and dark corridor, Jiang Chen touched the knife pinned under the dress behind him with his backhand.

One is the saber belonging to the young commander Jiang Chen, and the other is the short knife belonging to Douglas.

He pulled out the short knife with his backhand, stroked the hard and delicate scabbard, and after a while, pulled out the knife with a loud sound.

In the darkness, the blade shone with a cold light, the cold light approached Qianwu's cheek, and flashed before his eyes, and then, the cold tip of the knife touched a button on the chest of his shirt.

The button inlaid with rubies is small, but it is very hard. Jiang Chen pushed the button with the tip of a knife as if venting hatred, and said in a low voice: "I will kill you, and I will never be soft."

Surrounded by silence, Qianwu watched the man opposite him look deeper and deeper, and suddenly he stretched out his index finger and quickly brushed across the blade.

The sharp blade cut through the skin instantly, and a drop of bright red blood oozed out.This drop of blood brought Jiang Chen back to his senses, he immediately withdrew the dagger, and put Qianwu's fingertips in his mouth with some distress.

"Bleeding won't stop the bleeding." Qianwu said with a smile, "Commander doesn't even have this bit of common sense?"

Jiang Chen didn't answer, and let go of his mouth to look carefully at the subtle and hidden wound.

"I know how to get out." Qianwu retracted his fingers, and whispered with a smile, "He poisoned Douglas, and Douglas stabbed Cyril's chest before he died. For Cyril, he and Douglas will be together forever I'm here, but I'm separated from Edmund."

Qianwu pulled out the knife from Jiang Chen's back waist again, put his elbows in front of his eyes and admired it for a while, and said in a low voice: "Douglas wants revenge, and Cyril wants Edmund to accompany them, Edmund Meng looks forward to reuniting with the young master. These three people have their own agendas, but what they want to do is actually the same thing."

"Kill Edmund." Jiang Chen's eyes were deep, and he said coldly: "Use Douglas' short knife."

The author has something to say: the one who hit the keyboard stomped twice.

Well, ahead of schedule.She buckled the toolbox and went to the ground.

Little Nervous rolled off the bed without saying a word, ecstatically sticking to the floor.

So comfortable.It rubs faintly, and I want to be with the floor forever.

Floor: ...stop rubbing.