Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"How is this possible? Only one person dies every lunar night. Last night, the blood smelled out of the sheath. The wife of the Li family died. I just passed by the door of the Li family. This is absolutely true."

Xiao Hechuan hesitated, "What's more, if the knives in the town don't kill outsiders, how could they kill you?"

Qianwu sighed silently, "Yue Yaoye chooses one person to kill, maybe there is only this rule not to kill outsiders, but there are other trigger conditions. The person is already dead, come and see."

Hearing this, the half-grown child's eyes flickered with fear. From a distance, he tiptoed to the room where the bloody smell came from, and shivered.

"I'm not going to look at it." He stroked his arms frantically, "This is too scary, how many knives have been hacked?"

Zhong Liye just came out after examining the corpse, "Five knives, two shoulders, two legs, and waist."

Xiao Hechuan trembled even more, he stooped to pick up the two bags of scones evasively, "Hurry up and eat, and go to Li's house after dinner. Oh, I will help you to notify the person in charge of collecting the corpses in the town. "

Jiang Chen suddenly asked keenly: "You seem to be quite frightened, is it rare to die with five knives?"

Xiao Hechuan quickly handed out cakes to everyone, keeping his head down so as not to look at him, and said in a low voice, "It's usually a one-shot death. I heard adults say that only when the magic knife is out of its scabbard can there be a bizarre way of death. Why don't you go and ask?" My lord, I'm just a child."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen took a look at him, took the scones he handed over and gave them to Qianwu first, and said coldly: "It looks like it's fourteen or five years old, past the age of cowardice."

"I won't listen, I won't listen." Xiao Hechuan stopped delivering breakfast solemnly, covered his ears and shook his head frantically, "I'm just a child, I'm still young!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

A bagful and a half of biscuits have been distributed, and there are still a lot left in the bag.

Everyone didn't say anything, but their hearts were very heavy. One by one, they stood where they were eating cakes, and set off as soon as possible after eating.

"Who else didn't get the cake?" Xiao Hechuan stood on tiptoe and looked into the crowd.

Zhong Liye came out of the room, his hands were dripping with water, "I just checked the corpse and got blood on one hand, so I went to wash my hands."

Xiao Hechuan handed him the cake, and asked, "Who else? Eat something even if you're disgusted by the smell of blood. You'll have a long way to go later."

No one answered, Qianwu lowered his head and took a bite of the crispy crust, suddenly felt something was wrong.As soon as he raised his head, Jiang Chen frowned and asked, "How many cakes did you bring?"

"Eighty, just right." Xiao Hechuan wondered, "Is there anyone else who hasn't gotten up yet?

There are eighty-ninety-one left...fourteen cakes left. "

The words fell, and there was no sound in the yard.

Peng Peng cursed in a low voice, stretched his neck and asked, "There are fewer people?"

"They're all single rooms, and it's hard to find them if you don't come out." Jiang Chen said with a serious expression, "Let's search separately, the rooms that don't open the door—but it probably won't work.”

With 80 players, the player base is too large.The incident happened suddenly in the morning, and at a glance, the yard was full of people standing, but no one noticed that there were more than a dozen missing.

After 2 minutes, the less than a dozen people were all found.

After those doors were opened, bloody smell filled the yard.Zhong Liye's expression was a little hollow, even a doctor who was used to seeing big scenes would inevitably be confused.

"All five knives, and they all died with a smile on their faces, as if they were having a sweet dream." Wang Bin said thoughtfully.

Qianwu's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes and asked Xiao Hechuan, "Last night, Futian took us to visit the ancestral hall behind. Is that moon-white curved knife called Yinmeng?"

"Yes." Xiao Hechuan nodded blankly, "But after Yinmeng lost his master, he stopped using his knife and never killed anyone."

Qian Wu frowned, "Go and see."

The ancestral hall at the back is the same as yesterday, with all three doors closed.Everyone pushed open the door on the right first, and "Blood Sniff", who hadn't seen it yesterday, had returned, standing on a knife rest like a proud general.The difference is that the knife and the scabbard are separate, the blood light can be faintly seen on the black iron long knife, and the terrified eyes of the players are reflected on the dark and shiny back of the knife.

"That's how a knife that has killed people is like this." Xiao Hechuan was calm, and bowed respectfully to Xuexiu, "It will take a day to completely drain the blood before returning to its sheath. If you doubt Yinmeng, wait You can see if it kills you."

As expected, Viper remained quietly in the scabbard just like last night, while Drinking Dream in the temple on the left had already been unsheathed.

The blade of Yinmeng is the same color as the scabbard, the thin and sharp blade is shining with a silver-white cold light, and the blade is curved like the corner of a beautiful woman's mouth.Blood glistened from top to bottom of the shiny silver knife, and the blood filled the ancestral hall. Instead of the fishy smell of the residence, there was a dark sweet fragrance instead.

"Killing 14 people in a row, it's really terrible." Xiao Hechuan's face was pale, and he frantically bowed to Yinmeng, so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

On the way to Li's house, Qianwu's mind was filled with the faces of the dead players.

On the first night, 14 people died quietly. Everyone was killed by five knives in a sweet dream, and they died without showing any pain.

Jiang Chen embraced his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "There is no sound at all when the magic knife enters the house and kills."

"Well, Zhong Liye's estimated time of death, we and Qu Ying were clearly awake at that time."

Jiang Chen asked, "Did you dream last night?"

"No." Qianwu said, "Drinking Dreams is the name of the sword, and all the dead sleep soundly. Perhaps the triggering condition is the dreamer."

After he said this, Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, "Probably not."

"How do you know that you are dreaming too?" Qianwu asked strangely.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Yes."

Maybe it was because I suddenly talked about my mother.Jiang Chen dreamed that when he and Qianwu had just secretly fallen in love, his mother took the initiative to come to him and told him that if he must have a man, if that person was Qianwu, it would not be unacceptable.

That was the most smooth and reassuring memory in Jiang Chen's life.

"The smile on the face of the deceased is full of longing. It may be triggered by dreaming about something that has been longing for but never happened. It has already happened. Of course, it may be a matter of time, or maybe you have already drunk the knife when you are dreaming. "Qianwu sighed with some worry, "My intuition is still related to dreams, but unfortunately it is difficult for people to actively control dreams."

Wang Bin on the side suddenly said, "It's not impossible. After going through all this today, I believe that everyone will have nightmares at night, so there is no need to worry about being hacked to death at night."

"..." Qianwu choked, and had to admit that what he said was reasonable.

Zhong Liye was silent all the way, and the fourteen bloodless corpses made the doctor's mood drop to the bottom.His cuffs and the hem of his shirt were stained with unclean blood, and even after several times of water, they were still covered in a dirty pink.

When everyone arrived, Li's wife's coffin hadn't been sealed yet, so Zhong Liye went to check it first.

"It was cut from the back with a knife, the spine was broken, and the heart and liver were broken." He only glanced briefly, "It was a simple death."

There is another player among the players, who is said to be a forensic doctor outside, named Wu Zhengchuan.He also walked up to inspect the corpse more carefully, and then sighed while holding his bloody hand: "That's right, the presumed time of death is about the same as the first two people we died last night."

"You two, wash up." The man from the Li family had red eyes, but his tone was very gentle, "There is a well behind. Your hands and body are covered with blood."

After Wu Zhengchuan heard the words and thanked him, he went back. The blood on Zhong Liye's clothes was stained in the morning, so he didn't go again.

Nothing could be found from the deceased, so everyone split up to find clues after discussing.

Qianwu intends to go through the previous few who have died recently, but Qu Ying refuses, saying that she has a headache and wants to go back to the yard to rest.Peng Peng was worried and went back with her, leaving only Zhong Liye and Qianwu Jiang Shen together.

Jiang Chen asked Zhong Liye: "Did you dream last night?"

Zhong Liye nodded, "Yes."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "What dream?"

Zhong Liye rubbed the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache, "I dreamed that Peng Peng dragged me up in the middle of the night to accompany him back to the last dungeon to find the hat. I said that your hat should have fallen into the gate of the past. It would be too late to go back to the old castle." It's useless, he won't listen."

Zhong Liye explained that he didn't go any further, the entanglement process must be very tiring.

Jiang Chen was so curious, "Then you went?"

"Go. Cyril and the three of them are still dancing in the castle. The dance music is dolls and bears dancing babbling..." Zhong Liye's eyes were black and blue, "Don't mention it, let's get down to business. You still have a few sets of clothes to change ?”

"Seven or eight sets, there are a lot of goods in the lucky bag. What's wrong?" Qianwu asked.

Zhong Liye said, "Lend me a set at night, and if you have spare time, give Wu Zhengchuan a change. I doubt the blood."

Jiang Chen paused, "What's wrong with the blood?"

"Blood is fine." Zhong Liye waved his hand, "I'm just a little sensitive. Drinking Dream may kill the person in the dream. What about blood smell?"

Qian Wu understood, nodded and said, "I'll change it for you when I get back."

The attitude of the people in the town is very gentle, but from the words they can feel that they have gradually become helpless and numb to the death every other day.

"Have you ever tried to lock up all the knives? Or just throw them away." Zhong Liye asked an old man. The old man had just died half a month ago, and his daughter-in-law died a week ago. Now he is only guarding his five-year-old grandson. Son.The little grandson has not had time to learn to forge knives, and the grandfather is already old and dim. The Shouzhai knife at home is very ordinary, and it is like fish on an anvil in Yijian Town.

"I tried it when the curse happened the year before last." The old man coughed violently as he said, "But it didn't work. If you lock it up, you'll be split open. If you throw it away, you'll run back by yourself. Seeing that the town was a knife town for hundreds of years, The knife is more like the owner of the town than a person, how can I ask you to get rid of it?"

Jiang Chen asked, "The curse started the year before last. When exactly did it start? Did anything strange happen before that?"

Seeing that the old man was hesitant, Qian Wu immediately said: "No matter what you have to say, how can I help you?"

The old man sighed, "It's not that I can't say it, but I think it's useless to say it."

Yi Jianzhen used to have a pair of brothers.

My elder brother is an assassin with a brave sword and a brave heart. He used to execute assassination orders for the emperor, and the sword is full of treacherous souls.But he was stabbed blind in the last mission, so he returned to his hometown to forge his sword.Although he is blind, he hasn't forged a knife in the past five years, and he stays at home every day, but the townspeople still love and respect him and help him everywhere in life.

The younger brother has been forging knives in the town, and he is the most capable forging knives. He is the one who forges the emperor's knives.The three magic knives of drinking dream, viper, and blood sniffing are all made by his younger brother, and they are his weapons.

"Then what happened afterwards?" Zhong Liye listened engrossed.

The old man sighed, "Brother died suddenly, his neck was cut off and he bled to death. The whole town was shocked, but no one thought that before the murderer was caught, my brother died too."

"Did he also die by being hacked?" Jiang Chen asked.

The old man nodded slowly.

Jiang Chen frowned, "This is very contradictory. My younger brother is the strongest knife forger, and he has three magic knives guarding him. How can we kill him?"

"That's the problem." The old man's voice trembled, "My brother's cause of death was a knife wound, but it's not the same. There is a line of blood from his forehead to the center of his chest. Only then did I realize that people were split. The town has been discussing for a long time, there is no such invisible knife in the world, there is only one possibility, it is done by ghosts."

Qianwu's brows twitched, "Do you suspect that it's brotherhood?"

"There is only one possibility." The old man's eyes were full of vicissitudes, "Everyone in the town watched the two brothers grow up, and no one was willing to hurt them except themselves. Maybe the younger brother killed the elder brother with a knife because of a disagreement. , My brother’s wronged soul was brought back for revenge. Anyway, the two brothers are dead, so it’s useless to talk, and the three magic knives have no owner since then, so they can only be offered.”

Qianwu nodded, then suddenly remembered, and asked, "What happened to Futian's sword? Could the fourth magical sword, Mudan, be related to this incident?"

The old man was stunned when he heard the words, and smiled helplessly for a long time, "He, his mind is not normal, please ignore him."

"How do you say that?"

"The fourth magic sword is his own. His broken sword is not even as good as a hatchet, so he likes to brag."

Zhong Liye was stunned when he heard that, "Is this okay??"

"Don't you think he is very talkative? He is a bit eloquent and can talk, so he is in charge of the business in the town." The old man waved his hands and got up to go back to cook for his grandson, "Don't listen to him, don't listen to him. "

Jiang Chen watched him go in, thinking for a moment, "But if he is not wearing a magic sword, according to the logic of strength, wouldn't he be dead long ago."

"Hmph." The old man tremblingly opened the lid of the pot, "He is from outside! Alas, when he came, the two brothers had been buried for more than a month, and the curse had already begun. He was not within the scope of this curse at all. I am fooling around with myself."

Everyone: "..."

Zhong Liye considered for a long time, "Generally speaking, the first NPC we meet in this book is not so unreliable."

"He may not be an NPC, but just a townsman in charge of entertaining, so he changed people this morning." Qianwu was also speechless, "It means that all the news I heard last night may be watery, so I have to check it one by one. "

Then they went to a few more houses, they took out what Futian said last night and checked them one by one, Jiang Chen was more careful and verified the old man's words, fortunately there was no oolong again.

The old man's story is true, and Fuda only bluffed the part about the fourth magic sword, and the other information is correct.

It was late in the evening when we returned to the yard, and Qu Ying borrowed pots and stoves from the neighbors, exchanged some daily necessities from the previous copy for a lot of vegetables, meat, rice and noodles, and had already prepared four dishes and one soup for the team members. dinner.

On the boat, Qianwu casually mentioned that he wanted to eat pork ribs, so Qu Ying cooked a small bowl and placed it in front of Qianwu.

Seeing that Qianwu was satisfied, Jiang Chen's expression softened, and he asked Qu Ying, "How are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Qu Ying sighed, "I really don't know what's wrong, I just don't want to leave this yard. As soon as I leave, I feel uneasy."

"Usually we call this kind of thing bewitched, you have to be careful." Peng Peng has a serious face, "Anyway, the bosses don't need me to find clues, so I'll stay with you these few days, I'm afraid You are alone."

Zhong Liye couldn't help curling his lips, "What's the matter, if you have one more, it's just an extra life."

"Eat yours!" Angrily, Peng Peng picked up a bite of scrambled eggs and threw it into his bowl, "Besides, I will kill you!"

Jiang Chen glanced at him, thoughtfully, "It seems that I really have a better temper after losing the hat."

"..." Peng Peng really didn't dare to lose his temper when facing Mr. Commander, he touched his nose and lowered his head to eat.

The meal made the other players jealous. After the meal, when Peng Peng opened the door to pick up the bowl, he found several hungry guys with straight eyes standing outside.

Wang Bin was among them. The dog looked at them and licked the corner of his mouth, "Is there any meat? Let's eat some meat. The people in the town are too picky. Plum rice balls don't have any oily smell, so I'll give you one."

"No." Peng Peng was annoyed, "We also exchanged things, if you want to eat, you can find someone to discuss."

Wang Bin sighed, "There is nothing on us."

"I've gone through so many books, and I haven't passed anything?" Peng Peng looked a little contemptuous, and looked at him with a stack of dirty bowls.

Wang Bin shook his head frankly, "Most people don't dare to obey the things in the dungeon."

Peng Peng straightened his back, "It means that you are not aware of it. As long as the mission is completed and the danger is eliminated, you can get as much as you can. This is our team's consistent good style."

"..." Wang Bin rubbed his nose, "I got it."

Qianwu sat in the room and watched them bicker and play, but he was still thinking about the legend about the two brothers in the town.

A familiar breath approached, Jiang Chen whispered in his ear: "The things in the dungeon dare to go smoothly, this problem is caused by you."

Qianwu came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "Not convinced?"

"No." Jiang Chen smiled, "I just think that some people's lawless appearance is also very attractive."

"..."

Caught off guard by a nasty sentence, Qianwu looked a little indifferent, "You can have a bite of meat today, thanks to me for setting this precedent."

Jiang Chen nodded sensibly, "Of course, I will repay you tonight."

"..."

Qianwu completely lost his expression, and pushed him away, "Warning you, don't be too happy at night, in case you have a sweet dream, no one will save you."

Jiang Chen said with a smile, "Today is Sunday, Christmas Eve."

This dungeon is somewhat unusual.The murderer is a knife, and the judge is also a knife. The two clues who may be related have died long ago. Apart from the curse of the knife, there are no other supernatural events in the town. There are no bosses.

But the speed of the player's death was too fast, Qianwu lay on the bed worryingly after taking a bath at night, thinking about it until Jiang Chen hugged him from behind and kissed his neck lightly.

"No." Qianwu arched inwardly, unable to break free from him, "I want to rest."

In front of the outsiders, the imperial commander, who was uncompromising, hugged him, and coaxed him gently, "I had a rest yesterday, and I ate so much at night. Let's exercise a little bit. I'm afraid you won't feel well after eating."

Qianwu felt something gently rubbing against him, teasing him vaguely, and after a while he felt his face flushed and his ears hot, and he couldn't beat his anger.

He turned around in Jiang Chen's arms and stared at him, "How have you lived these three years?"

"Ah?" Jiang Chen was confused innocently, "How did you live?"

Qian Wu gritted his teeth and remained silent.

There were constant gossip about the new head of the Jiang family outside. He had always listened to the after-dinner stories as a way to digest food, but he didn't take it seriously, but in the past two days, he suddenly became suspicious.Jiang Chen's desire is so strong, it is even worse than when he was young and most vigorous, how could he endure it for three years.

Jiang Chen sighed dejectedly, hugged him even tighter, and put his chin on his shoulder by the way, with his hair tied lightly on his cheek.

"There is no interest in life, only work." Jiang Chen said honestly, "It is only for you, for others, what do you think I can be interested in?"

Qianwu snorted.

"Let's do it." Jiang Chen whispered in his ear, "I'll do it once today, just a taste of it."

Believe in your evil.

Qian Wu glared at him unwillingly, and when Jiang Chen kissed and stroked carefully, he couldn't help but sink into it.

It wasn't until midnight that the commander completely ignored the "once" promise and was willing to let go of the person in his arms.

Qian Wu was so tired that he didn't want to move at all, he struggled on the bed for a while before getting up to take another bath.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow morning." Jiang Chen hugged him and kissed his hair.

"Go away." Qianwu's expression was unkind.

Jiang Chen persistently went to wash with him.It was very cold at night, Jiang Chen put his overcoat on Qianwu, held him and pushed open the door of the room.

There was no one in the courtyard, and there was no cloud tonight. Although it was late at night, the moonlight shone in the courtyard, and there was no scary dark scene.

Qianwu's whole body was sore and tired, leaning against Jiang Chen's arms, eyes half-opened and half-closed, drowsy, before walking a few steps, the person who was holding him suddenly stopped.

Qianwu tried hard to open his eyes, and said "Huh?" in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Chen slipped his hand from his arm, and said vigilantly: "It smells like blood."

"What?" Qianwu woke up.

They stood quietly in the yard for a moment, and Qianwu also smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

He looked serious for a moment, and said to Jiang Chen: "Look separately."

"Together." Jiang Chen shook his head, "Most likely to be dead, sooner or later will not help."

Qianwu nodded.

But they found it very quickly. Coincidentally, the deceased was in the second room next to them.

The corpse lying on the bed was the forensic doctor Wu Zhengchuan during the day.It was the same as the death of Li's wife last night. She was cut from the back with a knife and her spine was broken.He was still wearing the clothes given to him by Qianwu, his chubby body was uncomfortable squeezed in the shirt, he unbuttoned it when he was sleeping, and wore the shirt as a cardigan.

"Sunday night, Blood Sniff is out again?" Qian Wu asked in surprise.

Jiang Chen suddenly shouted, "Not good!"

Qian Wu also reflected, and the two immediately turned around and ran to Zhong Liye's room.The door of Zhong Liye's room was closed tightly, and there was no sound, Jiang Chen directly slammed the door open, and the person lying on the bed jumped up.

Zhong Liye was still in shock, he was relieved when he saw Jiang Chen, and asked with wide eyes, "What's wrong?"

Qianwu's heart suddenly let go when he mentioned his throat.

He slammed on the brakes at the door, lifted up the windbreaker jacket that almost ran away, and said wearily: "Wu Zhengchuan is dead."

The author has something to say: Little Nerve sneered and stroked the floor.

First, don't take your word for it.

It paused, then said, secondly, it is better to believe the words of the nerves than Jiang Chen.I bother!