Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The boats in the distance ahead lined up to pass the Gate of Judgment. Peng Peng stepped on the board and leaned forward, muttering: "Boatman, can we row faster? I want to see how many points others have."

"Not soon." The voice in the boatman's stomach was very stylized.

This time it was an indifferent boatman.

Peng Peng frowned and glanced at him, "Why do other boatmen row so fast? We should set off first!"

The boatman continued to reply without emotion: "Maybe it's because there is only one person on the other people's boat, and there are five of you when you come, and my boat will sink."

As the voice fell, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing over the sea of ​​nerves, swishing and piercing people's backs.

Peng Peng was listless, sighed and returned to his seat to sit down.

After the dungeon ended, Qianwu searched through his pockets, but found nothing.

Peng Peng stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Hey, you've been in a daze for a long time, can't you be so depressed once you don't get a gift?"

Qian Wu suddenly came back to his senses, looked at him for a long time before saying, "No."

The door of God's trial was finally approaching, and the three of them were a little nervous, turned around and sat facing the door of God's trial.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Jiang Chen lowered his head and kissed Qianwu's forehead, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you, you've been in a daze since you came out of the dungeon."

"You—" Qianwu hesitated, "I really don't think anything is wrong? Before you come out, when you wash your hands."

His hair had turned back to black, and he had just looked at it with the small mirror that Peng Peng randomly took out from the Diva's dungeon.Black hair and black eyes, everything is the same as before, but it always seems that something is not right.He was very nervous when he looked in the mirror, and he didn't dare to be dazed, as if his face in the mirror would change as soon as he was dazed.

Jiang Chen looked at him puzzled, and shook his head after thinking about it for a while, "I don't think there's anything wrong, what did you see?"

Qianwu was speechless.

He and Jiang Chen washed their hands together, and then stood in front of the mirror together. Jiang Chen even adjusted his hair in front of the mirror, it was impossible not to see it.

There is only one possibility, Jiang Chen can't see it.Maybe it was just an illusion deep in his own heart.

Nervous always seems to like to obscure his personal consciousness.

Ah Jiu's collar button can turn him into a woman at a critical moment, Liang Yushen is similar to him in appearance, and Cyril has the same preferences as him.

Qian Wu was in deep thought when he heard Peng Peng sigh.

"I knew it was like this again, just playing for nothing."

Peng Peng turned his back to the door of God's trial in frustration, Zhong Liye also turned back and patted his head to express his comfort.

The players who didn't make a sound on the first waltz night calmed down by five points. Unfortunately, Peng Peng fell asleep completely and passed out at that time, which was not considered an active act.

"If we want to go out now, instead of working hard by ourselves, we should do our best to help Jiang Chen get points." Qu Ying whispered: "It's better to gamble that the guess of the exiles is correct, and all the hosts will escape after graduation, or rely on We ourselves feel that we have no game."

Jiang Chen's name appeared on the door to examine the gods.

Jiang Chen folded a leaf he picked casually in the old castle, casually raising his eyes to glance at the score from time to time.

[Player Jiang Chen——]

[Waltz night, sleeping quietly can keep you safe, calm +5]

[On a tango night, don’t look into the eyes of your partner to keep you safe, calm down +5]

"The survival rules of tango are indeed something that Jiang Chen immediately realized, and he taught everyone about it." Peng Peng nodded with a righteous face, "I'll accept the share."

[With Cyril XX: Sensitive +1]

"?"

Qianwu's body froze suddenly, and he looked at the crooked scarlet letter in the air in disbelief.

Jiang Chen was obviously also stunned.

Peng Peng trembled for a long time before he said, "Is this Chacha the kind of Chacha I thought it was?"

No one answered.

[Second XX with Cyril: Sensitive +2]

The boat was silent for a long time, and suddenly an eye-opening sigh came out from the belly of the boatman.

Qian Wu was so angry that he couldn't speak, Jiang Chen was also stiff beside him, Mr. Commander's hands trembled slightly.

After a long time, Jiang Chen's Adam's apple moved, and he asked the air, "What does this mean?"

The nerves that were calculating the points paused, obviously wanting to hear what Jiang Chen wanted to say.

Qian Wu only hoped that this part would pass as soon as possible, and stepped on Jiang Chen's feet hard underneath.

Jiang Chen frowned, looked at the last three rows of words in the air, and asked, "Why is the score lower in the first time than in the second time?"

Halfway through his question, he naturally looked at Qianwu, and the second half of the sentence seemed to be asking Qianwu.

Is it because I'm not doing well enough?

Qianwu kicked him hard enough to break his calf, turned his head away, his white and soft ears were slightly red.

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment with great confusion about life, and reluctantly accepted: "It doesn't matter if you get more or less, but this kind of inequality makes people not very happy...Okay, let's continue."

[Distinguish between Cyril and Qianwu: Calmness +5]

Qian Wu, who was originally avoiding his eyes, couldn't help frowning when he saw this, turned his head and asked Jiang Chen: "What is this talking about?"

"I don't know." Jiang Chen shook his head.

He looked righteous and confident, and he looked like he was lying.

Peng Peng sighed with emotion in a low voice, "This dungeon is too stream-of-consciousness, even counting points like this. I'm afraid only I know what the points are for."

[Player Jiang Chen, Calmness +15, Sensitivity +3, total value increased]

[Player Qianwu——]

[Cyril's first dream: Sensitive +2]

[Cyril's second dream: Sensitive +5]

[Complete Cyril's wish: Sensitivity +5]

[Player Qianwu, Sensitivity +12, total value increased]

"Why didn't you get the calmness points for the first night?" Peng Peng muttered, "And these dreams of Cyril, the scores are not the same."

Qian Wu was also a little dazed, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I wanted to talk several times on the first night, but I was stopped by Jiang Chen so I didn't say anything."

He has to think again about the score of the dream. The first dream may refer to the night when Jiang Chen got the short knife. When he was in love, he heard Cyril's heartfelt words in a trance. Edmund had tea together.If this is the case, it is reasonable for the second dream to have a higher score than the first one.

"Both of you have already developed a lot of innate nerves." Zhong Liye said suddenly.

Hearing this, Qianwu subconsciously looked down at his arm.

The shirt worn from the castle was a little see through, and the nerve color inside could be faintly seen.

Both his red nerves and Jiang Chen's blue have exceeded the middle of the forearm, and his is a bit longer.Jiang Chen's other red nerve has a short section, while his other blue nerve is still growing sadly in the opposite direction.

"I am calm at 59, and you are sensitive at [-]." Jiang Chen kept counting the points, and said: "It is true that you don't have to worry about getting points for talent, but the other one is worrying."

Qian Wu subconsciously touched the upper part of his elbow.

"Don't touch it." Jiang Chen sighed, "I still have [-] points for my sensitivity, and your calmness is still minus [-] points."

"It's so difficult." Qianwu sighed sincerely, "I've worked very hard, I can't calm down."

The other three were holding back their laughter, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and stroked his hair, "We still need to control it a bit, although we don't know what will happen yet, but try not to trigger the extreme situation where one subject gets full marks and the other gets negative marks .”

Qianwu could only nod in vain.

Calm can be controlled to some extent, while sensitivity is difficult.

Just like the two dreams of Cyril in this dungeon, those were not obtained by him on his own initiative.

In this lucky bag, everyone opened all kinds of weird things.

Zhong Liye is an ancient game console, he can play small games like Contra.He was a little surprised. He likes to play games, but he has been busy saving his life since he got nervous, and he hasn't mentioned it to anyone.

Qu Ying ordered a set of luxury skin care products for noble ladies, and she couldn't believe her eyes when she opened the box.

"The nerves are supporting you." Peng Peng, who has nothing, glanced at everyone's gifts with jealousy, and hummed: "Keep your heart! Don't fall in love with the nerves just for a small favor."

Zhong Liye nodded solemnly and said yes while turning on the game console.Qu Ying also seriously agreed, and then began to study the differences between those bottles and cans.

"..."

Peng Peng turned his head expressionlessly, "You two big brothers, what is your lucky bag, give me another two knives, hurry up."

Jiang Chen said, "It's nothing more than a watch."

What he issued was a wrist watch, which was the same model as the one he usually put on the car.Jiang Chen is not too keen on wearing a watch, he only wears it when attending dinner parties occasionally, so he always keeps a watch in the car.

"This time, it should be to give everyone something familiar." Zhong Liye analyzed distractedly while frantically pressing the game console: "I hope we can live a more comfortable life in our nerves, superficial."

"It's all a routine." Qu Ying gently patted her cheek with lotion and said.

Peng Peng: "..."

"I don't have anything." Qianwu said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jiang Chen took the lucky bag in his hand in surprise, "Impossible."

He reached in and touched for a long time, but the lucky bag was empty.Even because there is nothing, the feeling of belonging to the space bag is gone, and it takes a long time to reach in. After entering, the space inside is narrow, just as big as it looks from the outside, and you can touch the whole thing with one hand.

Nerve didn't give anything, just like Qianwu didn't take any boss props when he came out of this dungeon.

They went into the cabin to rest, Qianwu was lying on the narrow bed, still thinking about these strange things.

He got the small mirror from Peng Peng and kept it close by, picking it up to look at it from time to time.But the blond hair never appeared again after coming out of the dungeon, as if it was just his hallucination.

Jiang Chen came in from the outside and sat down, Qian Wu retracted his legs to make room for him.

"You've been in a daze, what's the matter?" Jiang Chen said in a low tone, "Are you still uncomfortable?"

It took Qianwu a while to realize what Jiang Chen was talking about, and his ears felt a little hot again.

It’s a lie to say that there is no such thing. I did it last night lying on the bathtub. I didn’t care too much about it at the time. When I woke up in the morning, I felt that my waist was about to break, and I was left with a shocking red mark.

"That's it." Qianwu sighed, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, what is the last five points to distinguish Cyril and me?"

The commander's expression was a little subtle.

He touched his nose and sighed, "I knew you had to ask."

There was indeed one time when they were hiding from He He, Jiang Chen almost got stuck when reasoning about the plot of the dungeon, but strictly speaking, it was Qian Wu who cut his finger and called him back, so the points cannot be counted on Jiang Chen.

Qian Wu looked at Jiang Chen for a while, then suddenly frowned.

"not--"

"Ah." Jiang Chen nodded helplessly, "It was the night when I got the short knife, I strangled your neck, and I was going to strangle you hard. But you—"

He lowered his voice unconsciously in the middle of his words, "Your neck is thin and soft. As soon as I got started, I felt a little bit resuscitated, and I hesitated as soon as I resuscitated, but after a while, Douglas pressed my face again. Anyway, it was a messy night, and we The two seemed to be fighting, and I can't remember exactly."

Qianwu: "..."

He still remembers how fierce Jiang Chen was that night, as if he was wound up, no matter how much he cried and begged, it didn't work.

Jiang Chen added with a serious face: "But I promise, except for the occasional struggle when I want to choke your neck, I really don't realize it at other times. Douglas has a professional face, I can't grab him."

"..."

Qianwu kicked him sleepily, turned over and said to the wall, "Get up."

My whole body was sore, like a puppet about to fall apart.The last time I felt this way was the year before last. After redesigning the layout of the home, I had to move the works from the attic. He moved those heavy wooden shelves for a whole day, and when I lay on the sofa at dusk, I felt like I was going to disappear.

"Are you okay?" Qianwu couldn't help but care about Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows puzzled, "What's wrong with me?"

Qian Wu took a careful look at him and could only describe him as refreshed.

"Just pretend I didn't ask." He had no choice but to withdraw his gaze wearily, "You are very talented."

This time they rested for a long time at sea.

Before entering the next copy, there will never be night in the sea of ​​nerves.But Jiang Chen's wristwatch just solved this problem, rounding it up, they spent four full days in the cabin.

It's a pity that there is no food in the cabin. After discussion, everyone decided to keep the food in the lucky bag. After all, no one knows what the next dungeon will be.

If you don't eat, you can only suck the blood of your nerves.They drink more often, Peng Peng and the others are used to it, and the customer feedback is not bad. They claim to be healthy after drinking enough and want to turn somersaults on the spot.

Jiang Chen also thought it was good, and after tasting it a few times, he always looked at Qianwu with meaningful eyes, but Qianwu could only look away expressionlessly, pretending that he didn't see anything.

He has been sorting out the props he got in his nerves for the past few days.

The red candle is the most convenient and practical, it can dispel the malice of certain ghosts, it can illuminate Edmund's real appearance, and it can also be used as a flashlight or a hypnotist, although now he has no sleep problems.

Needless to say, the brand of Beelzebub, it will come in handy whenever you encounter a man-eating ghost.

Purgatory son’s rattle can wake up the possessed person in the dungeon of Diva, but this time the dungeon didn’t come in handy. Qianwu struggled to try it the night Jiang Chen was stuck in the face by Douglas, it didn’t work, but it seemed to work. It made the guy who was stuck in the face even more excited, thinking it was some weird little toy.

Ah Jiu's cufflinks saved half of his life at Shan Ba, and then the key in the plague dungeon became an important prop in the hot spring dungeon.

Qian Wu counted one by one, and suddenly felt that the effects of these boss props seemed to be diminishing.

He looked at it again, and suddenly thought of something, flipped through it for a long time, and pulled out the messy painting that Liuliu had.

On the note is a small animal, furry and cute, but it looks like a cat and a fox. I don't know what the hell she is drawing.

Leaving this painting in this dungeon is of no use at all.And in this copy, Qianwu didn't even get the props.

"Nerves seem to be less and less pleasing to you."

Jiang Chen appeared behind him at some point, looked at the pile of things on the bed and said.

Qianwu came back to his senses, "You also found out?"

"En." Jiang Chen nodded, "I thought about this problem before."

Qianwu asked, "It seems to be decreasing, what does it mean?"

"There are fewer and fewer outspoken favors, but the preference is becoming more and more obvious." Jiang Chen said in a very objective and calm tone, "For example, the same is the level-breaking props of the hot spring dungeon. I gave others an ax and a sharp blade, but I gave you a The key. Another example, in the copy of Cyril, in fact, you didn’t do anything, and it’s natural for you and Cyril to connect with each other.”

Qianwu nodded and remained silent.

This is a very clever way of feeding.

He and Jiang Chen looked at each other, no one said these two words, but they both knew each other.

Jiang Chen held Qianwu's hand.He is slightly taller than Qianwu by two centimeters, but his frame is a bit bigger, and his hands seem to be able to wrap Qianwu's.

Needless to say, Qianwu could feel the silent companionship, he patted the back of Jiang Chen's hand with his other hand.

The familiar sound of oars slamming on the door suddenly sounded.

"It's here, it's finally here." The boatman shouted outside, "It's getting dark, get ready, I can see the shore."

The author has something to say: the little nerve is lazily rubbing against the floor.

Nerves are so sleepy.It mutters, the player shuts up, and puts his nerves to sleep for a while.