Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Jiang Chen was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Qian Wu curled up lazily in the large recliner next to the bookcase, flipping through the books that Cyril used to love to read.

Du, Du, Du cautiously knocked on the door, and He He's voice said outside the door: "I'm coming in."

Qian Wu raised his eyes from the book, the other party cautiously opened the door, seeing him, he couldn't help but cast a glance at the bathroom door.

"Jiang Chen is not feeling well." Qian Wu calmly lowered his head and turned over a page of the book, "Halfway up the stairs, he said he had a headache, and he couldn't stand still, and he said he needed to take a hot bath."

He He asked, "How long has he been in?"

"Not sure." Qianwu put down the book, "There is no clock here, I guess it will be about ten minutes? There has been no movement, why don't I go and see, nothing will happen."

"Farewell." He He subconsciously stopped, Qianwu looked at him, his tone paused slightly, "It's just a bath."

Suddenly the alarm clock rang, and the voice of cuckoo and cuckoo called eleven hollowly.

"Ah." He He was pushed and turned around uncontrollably by an invisible hand, and walked towards the door stiffly. He was forced to step forward and said, "It will take a while to take a bath, don't rush He. When it's time to come out, he will come out naturally."

Qian Wu, who was too lazy to talk to the possessed guy, suddenly put down the book.

He raised his eyes behind him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly said coldly: "It's eleven o'clock, and it's already entered Edmund's jurisdiction time at night."

"Huh?" He He turned around, "What do you mean?"

Qian Wu stood up from the chair, the book fell at his feet, and his eyes were sharp.

He and He He looked at each other for a moment, then raised their red lips lightly, "It's nothing interesting, good night."

He He turned back in confusion, and was driven to the door by an invisible hand, but his shoulders suddenly stiffened, and he turned back while holding the wall with his hands.

The innocent and frank expression disappeared, replaced by slightly narrowed eyes, full of calculations.

"Am I exposed?" He whispered.

There was a hint of ridicule in Qianwu's smile, "The cuckoo clock is falling, Edmund himself has been refreshed in the castle, even if you are holding a handkerchief, you should not be driven by his will anymore. We thought you were not aware of being affected The act of poisoning during control, and you were still covering up the poisoning until the last moment."

"You are an exile." The red lips parted slightly and said in a low voice: "The exile seeks to borrow a knife to kill people. You are very clever. You borrowed your own knife by using the dungeon mechanism."

The invisible hand separated He He's fingers holding the door frame one by one. He He stared at Qianwu, his calculating and cold eyes gradually softened.

"You are indeed my spiritual guardian." He whispered: "This you are exactly as I imagined, very smart, beautiful and contemptuous."

Qian Wu only glanced at him, sat back on the recliner, and picked up the book that slipped on the floor again.

"Not going to take revenge?" He He uncontrollably let go of his hand and walked out again.

Qianwu turned the pages of the book calmly, and said without raising his head: "I think, it's just a pity that this dungeon will end tonight, and I can't think of any chance to use the dungeon to kill you. You are very clever, every trace of disguise It’s so vivid, I hope we won’t see each other in other copies in the future.”

The moment the door closed automatically, Qian Wu raised his eyes and said to the narrowing person in the door: "If we meet again, don't try to attack Jiang Chen again. Jiang Chen died, you will definitely regret it."

He He's pupils dilated suddenly, and he glanced towards the bathroom door in disbelief, but Qianwu's room door had automatically closed in front of his eyes.

After a while, Jiang Chen walked out of the bathroom and let out a cold snort.

"Guardian of the mind." He didn't care about the topic of the exile at all, but was terribly entangled with these words, "Qu Ying was in a similar situation when talking about her brother. What the hell is the guardian of the mind?"

The youngest commander of the empire had just taken a shower, the straps of his bathrobe were loose, and the tight muscles of his chest and abdomen were looming.Qianwu looked at him, felt his suppressed irritability, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jiang Chen turned his head and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Laugh again."

"If you hadn't entered this supernatural nervous world and heard someone tell you something like mind protection, you would have asked the orderly to fork the person out." Qianwu said, "Now I have to believe that there is such a thing as spiritual protection." Something, but I still can't understand it, so anxious?"

Jiang Chen turned around and strode towards him, and took out the short knife out of nowhere in his hand. Qianwu sneaked into his bathrobe and glanced at him in disbelief. With a knife by my side, how defensive is it?

Jiang Chen walked in front of him, turned the knife head, raised his chin with the knife handle, and said in a deep voice: "Teacher Qianwu is also very arrogant recently, and his words are dedicated to poking people's hearts, and he can control me to death."

Qian Wu looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

Jiang Chen put away the knife and snorted, "I advise you to be more sensible, I still have a tyrant attached to me now, so I can't help myself."

Qian Wu stretched his waist, got up and walked to the bathroom, and said, "I think you're going to make use of it."

He has figured out Jiang Chen thoroughly.

The jealousy was half Douglas and half himself.Jiang Chen is very gentle and accommodating on weekdays, but in essence he has a strong desire for control. Although he has always proved that he has changed after reuniting, the things in his bones cannot be erased.

Even if what Qianwu said was Cyril's idea, he would be extremely upset and jealous.

Qian Wu quickly took a shower, then turned off the light in the room, and lay on the bed with Jiang Chen.

"You said, will he show up tonight?" Qian Wu whispered.

Jiang Chen hummed affirmatively, "Edmund killed Douglas on the tango night, and Douglas stabbed Cyril to death with a backhand. Now that the resentful soul has repeated that thing, it will definitely come to confirm your safety immediately, and try to take you away."

Qianwu held the short knife in his left hand by his side, touched the cold scabbard, and said, "Ordinary blades can't hurt ghosts, we bet our treasure on this knife, and hope Douglas won't let us down. "

Jiang Chen said in a gloomy tone, "No. If you want to kill him, I bet he won't resist."

Qianwu doesn't know that Jiang Chen is now influenced by Douglas, but he can feel Jiang Chen's strong hostility towards Edmund.After going through these dungeons, even the manor housekeeper who tried to do something to him in the first dungeon couldn't make Jiang Chen grit his teeth like this.

After an unknown amount of time in the darkness, a voice suddenly appeared outside the door.

The moment the sound sounded, the room was instantly quiet, and the natural white noise in the room disappeared instantly, like a vacuum.

"He's dead, he's dead..." A hoarse and uncontainably excited voice sounded outside the door, and the door was slowly pushed open as the voice murmured.

Qianwu calmly sat up from the bed, looking at the thin and slender black figure.

A contented smile appeared on the butler's pale face, and he approached with the wax in his hand, "Master, I finally got rid of that guy, how is it, is he dead?"

He approached Jiang Chen while asking, Jiang Chen didn't move, Edmund reached out and groped on him, and put his finger under his nose after a while.

"I'm out of breath, but it feels like I'm not dead." Edmund frowned as if he was a little uncertain, and looked up at Qianwu, "Is he dead?"

Qianwu looked calm, "I don't know, just take a look."

Edmund nodded, "Okay. Scary things, stay away, young master."

As he spoke, he put the candle on the bedside, leaned on the bed and leaned down, put his face close to Jiang Chen who was lying on the bed, and tried hard to see what was going on with him.

The moment the cold touch approached, Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

"what!"

Edmund backed away in fright and screamed, "Not dead!!"

Qianwu suddenly wanted to laugh.

He glanced at Jiang Chen speechlessly in the dark. The commander was obviously quite proud of scaring ghosts, and even a sneer was mocking.

Edmund's pale face turned pale again, but his dazed and flustered eyes immediately became sad and strange.

He laughed hoarsely: "There is no other way, if you are not dead, you can only kill him forcibly, I must be with the young master forever—"

"Edmund." Qianwu suddenly called him softly.

The moment the voice came out, Qianwu himself was a little surprised.That wasn't his voice, it was much softer than his voice, although it wasn't feminine at all, it was so soft that it was outrageous.

Cyril is a truly charming young master.

"Edmund, come here." Qianwu said softly, "Haven't you realized? Douglas and I have died long ago, we both died, and you died too, but we died together, you But you became a ghost by yourself, do you want to come to our side?"

"Master, what are you talking about?" Edmund was a little dazed, but he seemed to be unable to resist all Qianwu's instructions, and subconsciously walked towards him.

He walked to Qianwu's side, and reached out his hand to stroke his hair naturally.

"I want to be with you forever." Qianwu seemed to be whispering uncontrollably, he looked at Edmund, "Can you get closer, come closer, and I can free you and us."

Edmund didn't make a sound anymore, his two nimble eyes rolled, and he saw the knife in Qianwu's hand.

But he didn't dodge, nor did he get angry, and he was peaceful beyond imagination.

"Do we have to be together this way?" He asked in a low voice.

Qianwu nodded stubbornly, "Yes. We are all dead. You are a ghost, are you afraid of dying again?"

The moment Edmund approached, Qianwu's mind was suddenly in a trance, as if his consciousness had returned for a moment.

Only at that moment, he faintly felt that the boy Jiang Chen was approaching.But then he uncontrollably brought the dagger in front of him again, and Edmund leaned forward helplessly and dotingly in his vision.

The moment the short knife was unsheathed, it shone like a mirror, and Qianwu saw his shadow reflected on the back of the knife.

Blonde, sickly fair skin, fragile and seductive.

The dagger silently pierced into Edmund's chest, and then the whole world seemed to shake suddenly, and the depths of the soul also shook. The next moment, Edmund's ghost disappeared instantly, and Qianwu seemed to take a breath of cool air Minty, sober like never before.

The dagger had disappeared along with Edmund, the lights in the bedroom were turned on, and a clock appeared on the wall.

Twelve o'clock sharp at night.

The stopwatch moved quietly, at the same speed as a normal clock, and the world seemed to return to normal in silence.

"It's over?" Jiang Chen stroked his forehead subconsciously, "I didn't feel drowsy before, only when I wake up can I compare it."

Qianwu nodded.

Really sober, like breaking a bottle of ice mint in my head.

"Music box." He suddenly noticed something strange, and walked to the chest of drawers with bare feet on the ground.

The music box has changed, and the two villains who were originally rusted so that they cannot be seen clearly have restored the appearance of Cyril and Douglas, just like the ones in the ballroom downstairs.In addition, there is another villain in the center of the disc, a butler in a black uniform.

Jiang Chen came over and picked up the music box, frowned and looked at it for a long time, and commented: "The three of them stand together in a reduced version, like kindergarten children holding hands, it can't be seen that they are dogs and boys."

"..." Qianwu couldn't help but said, "Anyway, there are two people who have been close to you and me, so there is no need to scold so sincerely every time."

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, "Farewell, there is no third person between us."

Qianwu didn't say anything when he heard the words, as if he was very interested in the music box, he held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a while, then put it down.

Jiang Chen froze suddenly.

"You don't speak, what do you mean." He looked at Qianwu with some horror, then frowned, and said in a low voice: "Have you ever done it?"

Qianwu remained silent. He didn't feel it when he was in line with Edmund just now, but now he realized that his pajamas were still soaked in cold sweat and he had to take another shower.

He turned around and walked towards the bathroom, Jiang Chen immediately strode over and followed, "Say clearly."

Qianwu sighed helplessly, "I forgot to mention it to you."

"?"

The commander's eyes have already spread almost desperate anger and sadness.

Qianwu licked his lips, and said seriously: "For a few moments, I looked at Edmund, a bit like you when you were a teenager."

Confusion appeared on Jiang Chen's face again.

"It was when I was studying, in the ivory tower, senior Jiang Chen, the proud son of the law school." Qian Wu smiled gently, "Gentle, knows how to enjoy pleasure, and has an arrogant and loose bookish spirit."

Jiang Chen immediately asked: "How am I not as good as before?"

"..." Qianwu swallowed, stood at the bathroom door and put his hands on Jiang Chen's chest.

"Are you sure you want to make a serious comparison with your former self?" Qianwu asked, "You must let me tell who wins and who loses. Isn't it all about you?"

"It's different." Jiang Chen almost gritted his teeth, "So even if we get back together, you still love the former me more in your heart? It's not fair, the passage of time cannot be resisted, if you always have partiality, then I will always be passive, I can never get past—"

Qianwu raised his index finger to his lips, and said helplessly, "Have you lost your temper? Mr. Commander, wake up and listen to what you say."

Jiang Chen seemed to be unable to listen to what he said, stuck in the horns of his rivalry with himself, he thought about the air for a moment, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, turned his head to stare at Qianwu, gritted his teeth and said, "Every time you call brother Jiang Chen When you are thinking, is it me, or him?"

Qianwu: "?"

"You're crazy." Qianwu wrinkled his face, shaking his head speechlessly while getting rid of him, turning and stepping into the bathroom.

Jiang Chen's face was serious, and he pushed the door forcefully before he was about to close it.

"You have to make it clear that you can't avoid this." He ordered almost forcefully.

Castle midnight.

Qian Wu was forced to lie on the wall of the wooden barrel, and helplessly called a series of Brother Jiang Chen.

until the next day.

The players who came out of the room one after another were a little dazed looking at the dim light of dawn outside the window.

"The time of day has been restored?!" Suddenly someone shouted.

"The music box in my room is gone!" Peng Peng ran out barefoot and ran towards Qianwujiang Shen in the corridor, shouting, "Is it over?!"

The music boxes in everyone's room disappeared out of thin air, except for the one in Jiang Chen and Qianwu's room.

Zhong Liye came up from downstairs and said: "The door of the ballroom can be opened. There is no wine barrel or music box. It's just a very ordinary dinner hall. There are some fresh breakfasts on the long table. It is estimated that everyone will have dinner after dinner." You can leave this copy now."

Except for the team, the remaining four players who survived by chance cried with joy and hugged each other.The little man was between them, his expression was quite calm, he didn't seem to bother to pretend anymore, he just glanced lazily at Qianwu and Jiang Chen, and smiled at Qianwu.

Qianwu tied up the nightgown tightly and turned up the collar, but it was still difficult to cover up the marks on the neck.

"I hope I can rest on the boat for a while longer." He said to the snow-white tapestry in a cold voice, "It's best to go to Li Island once. I need a relaxing massage."

However, the tapestry did not respond. The castle did not automatically fall apart after the end like the previous dungeon. Instead, it seemed more realistic than the previous few days.The players went downstairs to the banquet hall to have a satisfying breakfast, and chatted in the courtyard for a while, but the world still did not disappear.

"I'm a little panicked again." Peng Peng tugged at his hair, "It's not fucking over yet, is it?!"

"The end is certain, I can't feel any breath of Cyril anymore." Qianwu peeled an orange boredly under the sun, halfway through peeling the orange, he already felt hot, so he turned and walked back.

"It suddenly occurred to me that there might be one last little thing I haven't done. That music box needs to be twisted to make the three of them dance together. That's what Cyril wanted." He sighed as he spoke, and couldn't help staring. A certain commander with a decent face beside him said, "It was supposed to be over after a twist last night, so let's not do business."

Jiang Chen smiled, "Obviously done."

"..."

The clockwork was twisted, and tango music sounded from the music box.But unexpectedly, the three villains did not dance together, it was still the duet tango between Cyril and Douglas, and Edmund stood beside him with a glass of wine, looking at Cyril with a gentle smile.

Qianwu was a little surprised, "What's going on?"

Jiang Chen suddenly let out a long breath, his brows were full of color.

"Douglas won, haven't you noticed yet?" He raised his eyebrows and said, "No matter how much water is served, there is always a difference in people's hearts. Just like this music box can't play two tunes at the same time, Cyril chose Douglas."

His tone was not intense, but he had clearly shown the greatest degree of satisfaction an imperial commander could express.

Satisfied, he stretched out his hand to caress the little Edmund who was still in place, and sighed: "Poor, I was summoned to continue to be a spare tire."

"..."

Sometimes Qianwu really can't understand Jiang Chen.

The writing finally appeared on the tapestry.

[The dungeon is over, congratulations on surviving. 】

[The road to leave has been generated outside the castle, leading to the shore of the sea of ​​nerves, please go there as soon as possible. 】

"Let's go." Jiang Chen said.

Qianwu nodded.

He always likes to take something from the dungeon, and there is a music box right now, but he doesn't want to take it away.Not only because this thing always disturbs Jiang Chen's sanity, but he also instinctively doesn't like to see these three people in the same frame.

Qianwu reached out to cover the lid of the music box, his hands were stained with dust, he said, "I'll wash it."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen said, "Let's go together."

They stepped into the bathroom and washed their hands together under the running water.

Qianwu inadvertently looked up at the mirror, slightly stunned.

Jiang Chen also raised his head to look in the mirror, stretched out his hand and smoothed his hair a little.

"What's wrong?" He asked Qianwu.

Qianwu hesitated, "You—"

"Huh?" Jiang Chen looked normal, "If you feel uncomfortable with your neck exposed, take two high-necked clothes and go, I think there are quite a few in the closet."

Qianwu nodded, "Okay."

Jiang Chen's behavior was very normal, and obviously he didn't notice anything unusual.Qian Wu followed him out of the bathroom, and the moment before going out, she couldn't help but look back at the mirror again.

In the mirror, his eyebrows remained the same, but his hair turned golden.

Qianwu stepped out of the bathroom in a panic and took another look at the tapestry.

The tapestry was quiet, and the words "The copy is over, congratulations on surviving" were still written on it.

The author has something to say: the little nerve hissed against the floor laughing.

Don't be scared, nerves dye your hair, only nerves and the kind you can see.