Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

There are still 10 minutes until eleven o'clock at night.

Qian Wu pushed open the door, and the three brides were standing together in the corridor.

Xifu made Zhong Liye look extra gentle and perverted, he laughed and said, "Who would dare to think outside, that Young Marshal Jiang is actually a great beauty of Frost."

"I'm just wondering." Peng Peng murmured as he desperately tugged on the belt that came out of nowhere, "Jiang Chen looks so manly, how can he turn into a woman when he wears a wedding dress and a wig. Oh! And Qianwu, good guy, I almost fell in love last night."

Jiang Chen, who had been expressionless all this time, looked at him coldly upon hearing this.

"Why does the back of my head feel chilly?" Peng Peng muttered while helping his heavy bun.

"It's called superior facial features, and a good-looking appearance is irrelevant to gender." Zhong Liye smiled and stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes.

Jiang Chen asked coldly, "Are you guys free? I should have told you the rules of survival earlier."

"Don't make noise here." Qianwu pressed his temple, "It's almost time, why don't you go to the interview?"

Jiang Chen looked back at him, "Let's go now."

"Be careful, young commander." Qian Wu leaned on the door and said with a light smile, "I'll pick you up when I'm done with urgent matters."

"No need, let's meet in the corridor." Jiang Chen waved his hand, "I will make another mark along the way, and Peng Peng will follow the mark to recognize the way at night."

"Hmm..." Qianwu hesitated a little, "I'm worried about the bridal chamber, don't let people sleep."

Frost beauty Jiang Chen raised her eyebrows indifferently when she heard the words, turned around and said indifferently: "You can tell the owner of the manor."

The eleven o'clock bell rang along with the Suona Mingle, the castle was empty, and Qianwu walked down the spiral staircase to the B[-] floor alone.

There is a thick copper lock hanging on the door of the accounting room, and the warehouse is next door.

He planned to go to the warehouse to find a tool to open the lock first, and picked up the lock to estimate its weight, but unexpectedly the lock suddenly opened by itself.

Looking closer, the lock cylinder was broken, and a layer of wax was condensed on the fault.

Qianwu suddenly felt a chill behind him, he turned his head, stared at the empty wall for a moment, then opened the door silently and went in.

There are two small oil lamps in the counting room.The account books are stacked on top of each other, and the time sequence can be vaguely distinguished from the degree of yellowing of the spine.

He lifted the lamp to the side of the table, and opened the latest book first, it really was a recent account.

Mr. Steward's meticulous accounting is amazing, and Qianwu's name is on the first page.

"Cleaning fee: Chest of drawers soiled by customer Qianwu"

"Food: Green grapes and maple syrup requested by customer Qianwu"

"Waste: Silk handkerchiefs thrown away by guest Qianwu".

There is also a small line below: I hope that the curse of the manor will fall on the guest Qianwu as soon as possible, and give him death.

Qianwu actually felt a little funny in the weird atmosphere, he quickly turned the page while holding back a smile, and soon saw another familiar name.

"Food: Red wine, blood oranges, cinnamon and powdered sugar requested by guest Jiang Chen."

Remarks in small print: He actually "requested" not to add any medicine to the food, and he couldn't refuse, damn it.

The time is this afternoon.

Qianwu stared at the line for a few minutes before gently putting down the ledger.

The housekeeper's habit of keeping accounts has been consistent for several years.All expenses, losses and minor income will be recorded.The owner of the manor has a lot of family business outside, and he keeps making money every month.He looked at it and suddenly became a little curious, and pulled out the oldest ledger from under the shelf.

This book is already full of cracks, making people worry that it will fall apart at any time.

Qianwu carefully opened the first page, the time was already blurred, but the words were still clear, obviously more durable than the ink used in the old woman's diary.

The first account is a huge income.Just like a venture fund that was born out of nowhere, the purchase of land and houses in the future, and the exorbitant remuneration paid by the old woman to the witch doctor, will all be allocated from this money.

After working for more than half a year, I finally started to see the outside business making money.

Qian Wu turned back again, and after the huge sum of money was entered into the account, there were countless accounts like running water, and one of them was a little different.

It was a wedding favor.

In this hill-like account book, there is a happy account every day, but this is the first and only one in a year.The second wedding account appeared a year later, and not long after that, the old woman's funeral account appeared.Immediately after that, the happy account is one day after another, and it is no different from the countless accounts behind it, as if entering a never-ending cycle of stagnant water.

Qian Wu lightly flipped the pages, and the outline of a story gradually appeared in his mind, but it was a bit confusing.

The wooden door behind him suddenly creaked.

The ledger fell on the table and almost shattered into pieces.Qian Wu turned his head sharply, but he didn't meet the housekeeper's gloomy face as he expected. Standing behind him was the great beauty of Bingshuang, Jiang Chen - still wearing a wedding gown, full makeup, and his complexion was terrible.

Qian Wu was stunned, "Scared me to death...why are you here? You should go..."

Half of the words fell in his throat, and he watched Jiang Chen's expression become even uglier in disbelief.

"I lost the election."

Jiang Chen breathed air all over his body, biting his words and said: "The owner of the manor chose Qu Ying."

"Hmm..." Qianwu felt his heart melt, "it's definitely not your problem. He might just be afraid of what you'd do to him, you've really been called..."

"Shut up." Jiang Chen said in a bad tone.

Qianwu closed his mouth from being kind, picked up another account book, and laughed so much that his shoulders shrugged while reading it.

Jiang Chen stood not far away and watched him smile, his indifference faded away, and he said helplessly, "Are you so happy?"

Qianwu nodded.

Jiang Chen sighed indulgently: "Whatever. You have to go back quickly. The butler is very vigilant today. I see him rushing to the banquet hall. He must be in a hurry to check your whereabouts after finishing his errands."

"It's late." Qianwu put down the ledger with a smile, "I've seen a lot of things I shouldn't have seen."

in the room.

The wedding dress was thrown on the ground, the belt buckle slammed, Jiang Chen fastened his shirt to the top button, his military boots stepped on the floor, his every move exuded serious officer hormones.

Qian Wu leaned against the medieval table beside him, watched him wipe off his eyebrow powder and red lips indifferently, and felt unspeakably sexy.

"It's really unreasonable that he didn't choose you. Did he really give up?" Qianwu asked, "What about Qu Ying?"

"She also prepared marked leaves." Jiang Chen said, "Actually, the manor owner first set his sights on the high school student, but she passed out from crying, and Qu Ying took the initiative to replace it, so the manor owner reluctantly agreed."

"Is that so?" Qianwu raised his eyebrows, "If your life is at stake and you are willing to take her place, do they have anything to do with each other?"

"I asked before, no. Qu Ying only said that the girl was miserable outside, and she wanted to protect her from her nerves." Jiang Chen said: "And she took the initiative to step up to leave a marked path for Peng Peng. I was actually worried about another thing."

Qianwu asked: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Chen pondered: "Today the steward said that the manor owner has come up with some measures to be considerate of the players, and will announce them at the dinner."

Qianwu sneered, "It's a move to kill the player."

"After all, he is very passive now. He is not sure to kill the two of us. If he misses, according to the law of survival, the female ghost will not attack us in the second half of the night."

"We became bugs in the manor." Qian Wu said lightly, "And they are two bugs who can impart experience."

Jiang Chen nodded, "So he must do everything possible to kill us first."

Qianwu suddenly asked him: "Why do you think the female ghost is so obsessed with killing the player who became husband and wife with the manor owner? What kind of character would hate the bride so much?"

Jiang Chen paused slightly, and said after a while: "Madam Zhengfang."

Qian Wu smiled leisurely, "I think so."

Amidst the suona sound, the players gathered in the banquet hall again.

As soon as Qianwu took his seat, the butler appeared silently, leaned close to his face, and asked with a smirk, "Mr. Qianwu, where did you go at night?"

"In the room." Qianwu didn't seem to feel uncomfortable due to the close distance, "Oh, by the way, I was too bored just now, so I drew a portrait of you in return for the red wine you gave me."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen silently put down the tableware and looked at him.

The butler tried to widen the corners of his mouth, "Oh? What kind of painting is it? I'm looking forward to it."

"Here." Qianwu took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, flattened it and threw it on the table, "here."

Jiang Chen was very curious, he stood up and leaned over to have a look.

It was a sketch on the yellowed paper, and the gothic lines captured the essence of Mr. Butler—slender and long limbs, pointed toes that seemed to pierce the eyeballs, hideous and treacherous faces, and the center of the circular base under the feet was straight A spike grew from the ground, piercing through the body, and protruding bloody from the top of the head.

"A master's work." Jiang Chen couldn't help admiring, "A painting is worth a thousand dollars."

The butler fell silent, deathly silent.

"Excuse me, Mr. Qianwu." The housekeeper pulled the corner of his mouth hard, "Why am I being strung on this spike?"

"The inspiration comes from your turning around." Qianwu smiled like an artist, and said, "I've never seen such a silky living person like you, and I can't help itching, it's a shame."

The butler grabbed the portrait and stuffed it into his pocket. He whispered in his ear, "Such provocation will hasten your death, I assure you."

"You can't guarantee it." Qianwu still smiled innocently and fearlessly, "You can only abide by the strict rules, and you don't even have the right to appear at the same time as the boss with a higher level than you."

The blue veins on the butler's forehead swelled, as if a sleeping devil was about to burst out of his skin in a second.It took him a while to recover, and he said, "But I will live forever in this manor, and you will all die."

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "You admitted it."

The butler frowned, "Admit what?"

"You have no right to appear at the same time as the boss with a higher level than you. But these few days, you have been interviewed with the owner of the manor." Qianwu's eyebrows are beautiful, which is completely different from the desertedness when he is serious. He is a few millimeters away Looking directly at the butler, "So, you are only with the owner of the manor, and that beautiful girl last night—"

The butler's eyes narrowed suddenly.

Qianwu also leaned close to his cheek, and whispered in the wrinkled ear: "She is your nightmare, the real horror in this manor."

The butler suddenly stood up straight, "I have something to announce."

"Okay." Qianwu picked up the fork, "Don't you wait for her?"

"Who is she?" asked the butler.

Qianwu raised her lips and smiled, "I don't know, maybe it was the first mistress a few years ago, do you know her?"

Silence fell on this last low murmur.

The butler almost left the end of the long table in a flash, appeared at the other end farthest from Qianwu, and ordered everyone to finish eating within 1 minute.

"He's giving orders indiscriminately again." Qianwu poked at the ugly scrambled eggs and said displeasedly.

Jiang Chen didn't comment, but he pressed his wrist just as he was about to put the scrambled eggs into his mouth.

Qian Wu looked up at him.

"Know there is a problem, but still eat." Jiang Chen said.

Qian Wu shook his head, "I'm very hungry."

"Don't eat." Jiang Chen insisted, as if back in his childhood, he was bloated but still greedy for Jiang's sweets, Jiang Chen just took away the plate in front of him in a brotherly tone.

Qianwu sighed inwardly.

How to sleep without eating.

Insomniacs are irritable.

ding ding-

The butler rang the goblet.

"Today is the third night you have come to the manor." He put on that false smile again, and said, "In recent years, the owner of the manor has always dreamed of marrying a few beautiful wives. But every wife It's a pity that I didn't survive the wedding night."

There was no sound, Qianwu looked at him from the other side of the long table, with a look of "I want to hear what else you can fart".

The housekeeper continued: "But yesterday, we had a miracle—Master Qianwu survived the wedding night."

Everyone turned their heads to look over, Qianwu gracefully picked up the slender handle of the wine glass and raised it to the housekeeper.

The steward bowed to pay tribute: "My master said that since you have survived the wedding night, you are the real wife of the manor. Before the banquet tonight, I have written your name into the genealogy and put it in a safe place .”

Jiang Chen's hand hanging under the tablecloth suddenly clenched.

A treacherous smile appeared on the butler's face, "Your name has entered the genealogy, no matter what happened last night, you have finally become the bride of the manor owner in the real sense."

He bit the words "in the true sense" to death, and looked at Qianwu provocatively and happily, "I think, you must be looking forward to tonight just like me right now."