Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

A magic knife was broken into scrap metal and lay on the ground.

Viper and Xuexiu trembled more violently, but Xuanyuan only flashed this time, the wooden scabbard that fell into the rain slowly stood upright, it returned to the sheath silently, pierced through the rainy night and disappeared instantly.

After it left, the sound of rain suddenly became louder, as if someone had taken away the mute cover covering the room.

Qianwu was just dazed, and when he looked back, he found that the viper and the blood smell had disappeared, leaving only the scrap metal Yinmeng scattered on the ground.

"You suffered a lot of injuries." Jiang Chen looked at his arm.

After entering this dungeon, I was injured all over my body without knowing it.The palms, forearms, shoulders, and necks are all minor injuries.

Qianwu looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't know whether it was because of blood feeding or a cold, his face was very pale, and after wearing gauze, he looked a bit sick and beautiful.

He glanced at the dark rainy night, lifted the umbrella by the door and said, "Go and see how the others are doing."

Jiang Chen held him down, "You wait here, the wound will get rainwater."

Qian Wu went back to sit on the bed, the door was open, Jiang Chen opened the black umbrella and walked into the rainy night.

This scene seemed familiar, Qianwu looked at his back, and suddenly remembered the day when he entered the nerve.It rained suddenly in the mountains, and he walked into the rain curtain holding an umbrella, intending to dissipate the heat of the wine, but then the mist filled the mountains, and he opened his eyes and already entered his nerves.

The former boatman said that nerves have entrances, which may be triggered by a certain scene or something.He and Jiang Chen didn't talk at all at the reception, and they had nothing in common. He was in the mountains when he came, and Jiang Chen was in the mansion, so it wasn't the same scene.

The rain was blown in by the wind from the door, and the ground was wet.

It only took a few minutes for Jiang Chen to go back and forth. He put his umbrella outside the door and said, "The smell of blood has completely subsided tonight. Everyone is fine."

Qian Wu looked at him, his heart suddenly moved, and asked: "What were you doing at that time?"

"Huh?" Jiang Chen turned his head, "What was it then?"

Qianwu's eyes were full of meaning, and Jiang Chen understood it with a tacit understanding, "The auction in the mansion, I told you, it's not to put on a show to ask the orderly to bring you to see me, it's because I saw you going from afar, but I was in a hurry to take pictures and leave not open."

Qian Wu sat up straight, "What were you doing at the last moment?"

Jiang Chen thought for a while, "After raising the sign for the second time, the orderly Xiao Ge suddenly came to me and told me that he didn't stop you, but let you go."

Qianwu's eyes lit up, "Xiaoge. By the way, it's him. He was the only person we had contact with at the same time during the whole reception, and he was the last person we saw before we entered the nerve."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen took a deep look at him, shook off the water on the umbrella, and walked towards him without making a sound.

He got closer and closer, Qian Wu asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Chen's legs were leaning against the edge of the bed, and he stretched out his hand that was a little cold outside, and touched his forehead.

Qianwu: "?"

Jiang Chen muttered above his head: "It seems that I do have a fever."

"I'm serious." Qianwu said helplessly.

Jiang Chen smiled lowly, "He's only half a child, and he's been with me for more than two years. He's very sunny and thick-skinned, oh, a bit like Peng Peng."

Qianwu looked at him, "But Peng Peng also came in and got nervous."

"That's different. Peng Peng has experienced the tragedy of his original family." Jiang Chen shook his head, "The orderlies around me are all officers' children who have been half-appointed since they were young. After a lot of background screening and psychological evaluation, the orderlies are just their officers. The beginning of his career. Don’t underestimate the screening system of the military department. Let’s put it this way, the military department knows who he was bullied in junior high school, how he was bullied, and whether he sued the teacher, told his parents, or beat him back by himself.”

Qianwu listened and gradually thought deeply.

"Then I—" he pointed to himself, "do I have a file in the military department?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback by the question, and then nodded hesitantly after a while, "Of course there are."

Qian Wu frowned, "When did it start? When was it recorded? What was recorded?"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything.Qianwu grabbed his sleeve and stared at him for a long time before he sighed and said: "When I was a child, the first two times when I came home to play, my father's adjutant would touch your family background, just like all my friends. Afterwards, we got along well , there are more routines in the record, you should officially file after you turn 12, but Dad didn’t allow it, saying it’s unnecessary, and it’s already counted as one’s own child.”

Only then did Qianwu heave a sigh of relief, "Oh."

Jiang Chen only nodded perfunctorily, "Go to sleep, we will continue to investigate Futian and Xuanyuan tomorrow."

After regaining the Jiang family's military power, the subordinates need to reorganize all the files related to Jiang Chen.After all, he is the commander of the young commander, and the safety of his life affects the whole country. Those who have had conflicts who didn't care much before have to re-establish their files.Among the many files, only Qianwu's was the most special, and it was brought to Jiang Chen alone for processing.

The orderly held several small colored tags and asked: "Should we classify them as classmates, friends, or non-military celebrities? Have you had any violent quarrels in the past three years? Why haven't you been in touch for a long time? Is your friendship in the ongoing tense or is it Has it been discontinued?"

They had broken up by then.

He was a little dazed, but the routine interrogation made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Before he could answer, the orderly pondered for a long time, and then said to himself: "This person has not formally filed a file, and there are a lot of gaps. It will take several months to fill in the information."

"Let's put it here first, let me think about it." Jiang Chen said these words in a strange way, with his arms pressed on the folder, he said calmly: "I will go find the people in the archives by myself, you don't have to worry about it. "

After the orderly left, he opened the folder.

The title page reserved a space for the classification labels, he hesitated for a while, pulled out the pen and wrote the word boyfriend.

Boyfriend Qianwu.

Later, he wrote this "dossier" when he was free, mainly to record Qianwu's involvement in Party A's compensation dispute.

Jiang Chen even settled the accounts for him. He has paid a shockingly huge amount of money over the years, and he probably would be shocked when he saw it.

In his sleep, Qianwu felt that Jiang Chen stretched out his arms and hugged him from behind.The hand thoughtfully passed under his injured arm and wrapped it around his waist without touching his wound.

Breath sprayed on the back of his neck, and he could only grunt in his dream.

This sleep was very deep, and when I opened my eyes again, the sun outside was already strong.After the heavy rain, the weather was exceptionally sunny, and the sun added warmth to late autumn.

Zhong Liye and the others were all in the room. Seeing him awake, Zhong Liye sighed and said, "You really need to take antibiotics. You have a lot of injuries, so you really have a fever."

Qian Wu just said a good word when he was startled by his hoarse voice.The throat was sore, obviously inflamed.

He put his hand on his neck lightly, "What were you discussing just now?"

"Qu Ying found something useful!" Peng Peng said happily, "Aren't you surprised? Are you surprised? Are the three of us useful?!"

Zhong Liye pressed his head, "It's not like you found it."

Jiang Chen handed over a yellowed book, "What Qu Ying found behind the pile of debris in the warehouse was a copy of "Sword Techniques."

"Sword Technique" is not uncommon in Yijian Town. Every household has it. It is similar to the basic book of forging knives. The villagers who visited the town have seen it many times in the past few days.

Jiang Chen turned to the middle page, "These handwriting may have been written by an assassin."

The characters were written by hand, overlapping with the original characters on the paper, really like the handwriting of a blind person.

Qianwu tried his best to distinguish the messy handwriting.

Brother: Remember to forge the knife.

The first rule is that a sword is a weapon, and those who use weapons have good and evil, but weapons do not.

Second, the sword has a sword soul, and the soul of each sword is unique.

The third rule, if a sword dedicates the soul of the sword to you, you must be true to each other.

Peng Peng muttered: "It's all a big reason, but the problem is where can I find a sword that is willing to recognize the master? I heard Jiang Chen talk about what happened last night, that Mudan... oh no, that Xuanyuan wanted to help you out of good intentions, Or drank your blood and recognized you as Lord?"

Qianwu thought for a moment, "It didn't recognize me, at least not for the time being. Its current owner should indeed be Futian."

He also realized later that Jiang Chen's inability to draw his sword at the gate of Futian yesterday may not be due to the protection of the pure dungeon mechanism, but more likely to be the protection of Xuanyuan.The king of swords is in the house, as long as it doesn't allow it, how can a sword dare to draw out its sheath.

Jiang Chen obviously understood, and said: "But it is willing to protect you, at least it shows that it has a good impression of you. Drinking Dream has been broken, and the execution mechanism that is the most inevitable in the dungeon has been abolished. We have enough time to investigate."

Qianwu nodded.

After breakfast, they decided to go to Fuda's house to find out.

The alley is very lively today, and you can hear the noise from a long distance away, and when you get closer, you find a circle of people, and Futian is standing in the middle with a sullen face.

The neighbors all brought their children, and the girls and boys covered their mouths blatantly for fun.

Futian said angrily: "You tell me the truth, some unlucky kid came to my house to steal something last night!"

A fat aunt said in a strange way: "Don't be too careless, our children sleep at home at night, and besides, what did you miss?"

Futian grasped the knife on his waist, "I woke up in the middle of the night and found that the wood gallbladder was gone. I searched for it inside and outside the house, but it came back without anyone noticing it. If it wasn't a trick done by you children, what else could it be? !"

The aunt sighed, "Let me be honest, your knife is already deceiving outsiders. Everyone in the town knows the basics, so why pretend? If you want to steal a knife, you won't steal yours. Knife, not so ignorant."

Futian was so angry that he blushed from the neck to the face, "Wood gall is a good knife! You are the ones who don't know the goods! Only good knives will recognize the master. Do your broken knives have a knife soul?"

The sword is the dignity of seeing the town, and the neighbors immediately lost their faces. The strong man next door sneered: "Yes, we can't forge a magic sword with a soul. Does your sword have a soul?"

Futian stared at him for a long time, then handed the knife to him, "Try it."

The strong man stretched out his hand and drew the knife, but the knife didn't move for a long time. The veins on his forehead gradually popped up, but the knife was stuck in it and remained motionless.

"Unlucky wood bumps." The strong man spat.

Futian said, "The wood gallbladder has a sword soul, and it only recognizes me as its master."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to draw the knife, and the knife came out in response. Qianwu subconsciously took two steps forward and looked at Xuanyuan closely through the crowd.

It's still a black blade, but it's far less bright than last night, and there's no trace of sass. It's just an ordinary and even dull black black iron knife.Futian gestured twice, Qianwu deliberately stared at the bottom of the knife on the front and back, and the word Xuanyuan disappeared.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, the eyes met, Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "This knife is hidden."

"Ah."

"All right, all right, I have the soul of a knife, and I only recognize you as the master." The aunt ate melon seeds while laughing, "Then you chop and chop things, well, I'll show you my child's slingshot, as long as you can chop If there is a crack, we will recognize this magic knife in the future."

"Yeah, try hacking."

"Hey, it's been more than a year since I saw wood gallbladder chopping firewood, tsk."

"What's the use of a waste knife with a knife soul?"

Killing people, Futian stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes were about to burst, Qianwu watched his breathing become more and more rapid. After a long time, he suddenly yelled and swung his knife to slash at the beams and pillars in front of the house.

There was a dull bang, and everyone stopped talking, and the aunt who was eating melon seeds stepped forward and leaned over to watch carefully for two seconds.

"Tsk."

The crowd burst into laughter.

She was so happy that the melon seeds fell from her lips, "How did you do it? I can see that the blade is not blunt, so how can it not cut even a single bit?"

Futian was so angry that he couldn't speak. He stared at the knife with a bulging vein on his forehead.

Qianwu didn't smile. In the crowd, he moved slightly to the side, so that he could see Futian's eyes more clearly at this moment.

He hated the knife in his hand.

It was a look of hatred with great unwillingness, as if he knew that this knife was not just for that, but he just couldn't do anything about it.

Amidst the roar of laughter, Futian put the knife back into its sheath angrily, turned around and entered the door, and slammed the courtyard door from the inside.

"It's gone." The aunt waved her hand, "Oh, son, you will take a broom to sweep these melon seeds on the ground later."

The child who was pointed turned around obediently and ran into his yard to find tools.

Zhong Liye and Peng Peng Quying visited the neighbors separately, while Qianwu and Jiang Chen walked outside the gate of Futian's courtyard.

This time, they didn't knock.Qianwu gently pushed open a crack in the door, and looked at the scene in the courtyard through the crack.

Futian untied the knife from his waist, threw it on the firewood table angrily, cursed and slammed the door into the house.

He went in and yelled again, "Just do it like this! You sold me the soul of the sword and played this game for me, and you will be a useless wretch forever!"

"Xuanyuan sold the soul of the sword to Futian, so he is its owner." Qianwu said softly, thoughtfully, "But Xuanyuan seems to only fulfill the most basic obligation to protect the owner, and is not at all in other respects. Do not cooperate."

Jiang Chen sighed, "What a pure and undisguised contractual relationship."

Futian was cursing in the room, but Qianwu pushed open the door and walked in quietly.

Jiang Chen subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him, so he had no choice but to keep up.

Qianwu entered the courtyard and walked to the firewood table, Futian's scolding voices only separated by a wall became clearer.He glanced at the closed doors and windows, and gently picked up Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan trembled silently and lightly in his palm.

He stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife and pulled it out vigorously, but the knife did not move at all.Qian Wu frowned lightly, exerting all his strength, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally saw the scabbard loose, and the black blade came out of the scabbard inch by inch like a slow motion movie.

It was completely different from before, the blade was sharp and sharp, and it was not inferior to the strong sunlight.

However, he only pulled out about two inches, and Xuanyuan slowly retracted.

The knife also seems hesitant.

"It hasn't recognized you yet." Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Should this guy have to keep sucking your blood to—"

Before he finished speaking, Qianwu had already pulled up his sleeves expressionlessly, and unwrapped the gauze that Zhong Liye had just wrapped for him in the morning.

"Drink more."

Qianwu put the fresh wound close to the crack of the scabbard, and patted it, "The mouth of a man-eating person is soft. When you are full, think about whether to change the owner."

Xuanyuan clanked very lightly.

The commander's face was terribly black.

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

Rubbing and rubbing.

Rubbing and rubbing.

The floor finally couldn't help it: what the hell are you doing?

The little nerve said: remember your taste.

floor:……