Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"Three of them are gone."

This sentence fell lightly, and Jiang Chen's expression froze instantly.

Qian Wu looked at him quietly, Jiang Chen looked around, frowning and said in a deep voice: "I didn't react."

Qianwu asked, "Did you not react at all?"

"Yeah." Jiang Chen looked around and raised his guard, "I stared at this mansion as soon as I regained my senses, and I didn't think of the three of them at all, it's like... like a corner of my consciousness was deliberately erased."

Qianwu felt a little nervous, three island tickets, one for Jiang Chen and him, one for Zhong Liye to bring Peng Peng, and one for Qu Ying for herself.He suddenly remembered the meaningful words of the boatman.

"Let's stop here." Jiang Chen whispered, "The nerve wants to separate us with island tickets. The boatman knows the rules of the island, but he deliberately didn't remind him?"

Qianwu nodded.

Jiang Chen naturally knew what he was thinking, "Forcibly separate and land on the island, maybe there will be clues that belong to only the two of us."

"I can only think like this." Qian Wu sighed, dizzy from the sudden change.The wounds on his body healed automatically after stepping on the inner island. He looked at the table and wine counter, picked up a gin and poured half a glass.

It seems a coincidence that the reception at the mansion was still the subject of a charity auction, but not the one before it got into the nerve.Qianwu glanced at the guests, quickly picked up ice cubes and put them in the cup and asked, "I look very embarrassed, how many acquaintances do you have?"

"It's strange, none of them know each other." Jiang Chen frowned, and the person who came up to say hello just now also disappeared, like a familiar face deliberately set by the nerves, just to make them relax.

The high-strength gin is only scribbled on ice and squeezed two lemons.Qian Wu gulped down half a glass of wine, "Aside from the dance floor and banquet hall, where did you go that day?"

Jiang Chen recalled for a while, "Lounge, VIP restroom, charity register."

"I've also been to the restroom and the registry of charity goods." Qianwu put down his cup, "Let's look for one by one."

The charity auction was about to start, and the distinguished guests from the upstairs lounge came down one after another.It stands to reason that the two fresh faces are upstream, and both of them are extraordinary enough to attract people's attention.But those people seemed to regard them as air, chatting and laughing as they passed by.

The registration office for charity goods is right next to the stairs on the second floor, and the host's opening speech has already been heard from below. Qian Wu was thinking about finding some excuse to go in, when Jiang Chen directly pushed the door open.

Inside the door, two uniformed staff checked a list and whispered, as if they didn't notice Jiang Chen pushing the door at all.

Qian Wu frowned, watching Jiang Chen stride in, walking all the way to the two of them.He casually picked up the paper cup on the table, and there was a lipstick mark on the rim.

The two women were still talking, Jiang Chen was about to bump into them at an untimely moment, but they didn't give any attention from the beginning to the end.

Qian Wu suddenly thought of those people on the stairs, and said in disbelief: "No one can see us?"

In the same room, with such a loud voice, it still didn't attract any attention.

Jiang Chen raised his head and looked around the air, "If it wasn't for the waiter clearing away the glass you just drank, I would really suspect that we are ghosts."

Qianwu's used cup was placed on the table, and someone took it away, which shows that his every move can have an effect on the world just like a normal person.However, the people here are just like Jiang Chen ignoring Peng Peng and the three of them, they are also ignoring them.

Qianwu suddenly felt creepy, "Why didn't I get the trick? Why did I think of Peng Peng and the others all of a sudden?"

Jiang Chen frowned and thought for a moment, "I'm not sure. Maybe it's because of your high sensitivity and talent, maybe not."

The two women checked the list as if no one else was there, smiled at each other, and went out through the doors that Qianwu hadn't had time to push.

One also said, "If there is no wind, how can the door be opened?"

The other replied: "There are many wild cats on the mountain. I asked the security guards to be careful not to scare the guests."

Qianwu: "..."

Jiang Chen casually unbuttoned a dress button and laughed out loud.

"Childish ghost." Qianwu walked to him expressionlessly, and picked up the collection list on the table.

The next second, he froze.

"Is this emerald badge and this box of cigars also on the list that day?" Qianwu pointed at the list in disbelief, and at a glance, almost all of them were auctioned on that day.

Jiang Chen took it over and scanned it hastily, his face changed slightly, "There were twenty items in the auction that day, but today's auction only has ten items. Although there are only half of them, some of them are almost the same as that day."

Qianwu: "Almost?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the last collection "Small Portrait" and said, "This was not available at that time."

The auction category of "Small Portrait" is calligraphy and painting.

Qianwu glanced across the desktop, removed a stack of registration forms, and found a list of thumbnail pictures of the plastic-enclosed auction items.

He quickly scanned down and fixed his eyes on "Little Portrait".

Jiang Chen asked: "Why do you have a confused expression... ah..."

Qianwu turned the photo around with a blank expression so that he could look at the painting.

Although it is a shortened version, it is still clear what is painted.A lump of fluff in the deep forest, looking back, it has vivid black eyes and shiny hair, but it looks like a cat or a fox, and its shape is difficult to distinguish.

"Surprised or not, unexpected, familiar?" Qianwu patted the things on the table, fumbled in the lucky bag for a long time, found out the props obtained in Liuliu's dungeon - Liuliu's painting, and unfolded it on the table , pair together.

The same.

"This." Jiang Chen showed embarrassment, "It's a bit difficult. What do you mean?"

Qianwu looked at the word "Small Portrait" and said nothing.

Liuliu has painted two paintings, one is a painting of Liang Yushen, a painting of a person who can't tell his relatives, and the other is this note that brought out a copy, a small animal that looks like a cat or a fox, I don't know what is being painted What.

"Little Image".

Qianwu suddenly became excited, Jiang Chen also turned pale, and their eyes met.

"Is it me who can't draw?"

"Could it be you?"

"This is too weird." Qianwu blankly folded the leftover painting and stuffed it into the lucky bag, tightening his mouth tightly, as if he didn't want to take another look.

"Why did you draw such a picture?" Jiang Chen frowned, "What is the hint of appearing here?"

"I don't know." Qianwu's tone became more indifferent, "I only know that this thing is useless as a prop, and then entered the Cyril instance, and even the props were gone. And—"

He stumbled.

Jiang Chen immediately asked, "What else?"

Qianwu's Adam's apple twitched. There was no mirror in the room. He suddenly became anxious and hesitated for a long time before asking softly, "Do you remember Cyril's copy washing hands together before we leave?"

"Remember, what's the matter?" Jiang Chen said softly, and walked over to touch his cheek.

Qianwu tried his best to keep his voice calm, "Come with me."

He took Jiang Chen's hand and left the registration room. The lights in the corridor had been turned off. For the charity party below, only the decorative lights in front of each room were left casting golden light and shadows on the ground.

They walked through numerous lounges all the way to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.Qianwu took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The bathroom is bright and spacious, filled with elegant hotel fragrance.Behind the sink is a huge mirror, Qianwu pushed the door behind his back, and stood in front of the mirror, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He looked at himself in the mirror, "I glanced at the mirror before leaving that day, and in the mirror I had blond hair, just like Cyril."

Jiang Chen widened his eyes, "What?"

Qianwu didn't say a word, his black hair and black eyes remained the same in the mirror, but after he looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, the black hair suddenly gradually turned into blond hair, and under the crystal lamp above his head, his skin appeared paler , The red lips are as gorgeous as blood.

Qianwu subconsciously took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen frowned and grabbed his hand, "You've been staring at the mirror, what's wrong with the mirror?"

Qian Wu whispered, "I'm blonde again now, can't you see it?"

Jiang Chen looked back at the mirror in a daze, and his confused eyes were reflected in the mirror.

After a long time, Jiang Chen's Adam's apple twitched, "No, you are still you and have not changed."

A few seconds later, the blond hair slowly changed back to black hair, and it took only half a minute before and after, as if it were an illusion.

Qianwu stared at his face in the mirror, his chest heaved gradually and violently. After a while, he suddenly strode forward, picked up the crystal candlestick on the table and threw it out. Splashes everywhere.

"What do you mean?" His voice trembled uncontrollably, "What do you mean by nerves? The portrait that the dungeon ghost gave me was an animal I had never seen before, and the next dungeon simply didn't give me any props. The BOSS is contaminated with commonality, it wants to tell me that I am different from other players, I am not me, but some messy ghosts that have been raised in my nerves, right?!"

Jiang Chen strode over, holding his shoulders with both hands, with a gentle tone, "Qianwu, calm down, calm down, listen to me—"

"I can't calm down!" Qianwu laughed back angrily, pointing at himself, "All the visions are concentrated on me, and the lives of other people are impermanent. I still don’t know if we can meet. Look at me, maybe one day I wake up and become a ghost in the dungeon, Jiang Chen, and on that day—”

The bathroom suddenly fell silent, half of what Qianwu said got stuck in his throat, his eyes were dark red, the hand holding Jiang Chen's neckline trembled uncontrollably, and he said hoarsely: "When that day comes, will we have time to say goodbye? ?”

"No." Jiang Chen's pupils shrank violently, and he felt pain in his heart, but his expression was still tolerant and gentle, holding Qianwu's head and whispered: "No, you are by my side, we pull each other, we The two will never be separated."

Qian Wu panted heavily and remained silent, Jiang Chen pressed against his forehead, stared at him for a moment, then lifted his cheek and kissed him.Qianwu's fingers ran through Jiang Chen's hair, and the short, somewhat stiff hair was tied in the palm of his hand, making people feel a little at ease.

"According to the current rhythm of scoring points, I can slowly accumulate two full marks, as long as you wait." Jiang Chen whispered in his ear: "Starting from the next book, no matter what you perceive, don't worry about it." Act rashly, come and tell me, leave all active actions to me, don't lose your calmness points, okay?"

Qianwu nodded, humming as if he was exhausted.

Jiang Chen held his hand, and gently helped him straighten out his messy hair just now.

"Even if a major change happens to you, it's not a bad thing." Jiang Chen said calmly, "All our passivity comes from our lack of understanding of nerves, but in fact, every system must have rules to maintain its operation. No matter what happens, It can help us touch the truth one step further."

Qian Wu looked at him, Jiang Chen smiled softly, "Take a deep breath, calm down."

Qian Wu had no choice but to do so, he took a deep breath, and suddenly thought of arguing with Jiang Chen when he was a child.Because Jiang Chen is too organized and his logic is perfect, he is often driven mad by Jiang Chen.Once he was so angry that he couldn't breathe, Jiang Chen just grabbed his little hand like this, and said seriously: "Take a deep breath, calm down, follow me—"

"It's the big bad guys who make you angry."

Qianwu looked at him in disbelief at that time, "It's you! You're the big villain."

Xiao Jiangchen remained calm, "Well, I'm an out-and-out bastard."

"..."

Later they became a couple, Jiang Chen seldom quarreled with him, and let him vent when he was angry, sometimes he said very excessive things, Jiang Chen just endured it.

It's just that Jiang Chen has never been the one who suffers from boredom. After reconciling during the day, he will find it back at night.

Qian Wu was out of his mind for a while, and his breathing finally calmed down. When he came back to his senses, Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "Actually, your mood is still not stable."

"Huh? What?" Qianwu looked back at him.

Jiang Chen held his hand, "You have been depressed for a long time, even if you have recovered, you may have abnormal mood swings at any time, I have to be careful."

Seeing his determination and swearing, it seems that he is swearing that he will never leave a mentally ill boyfriend.

Qianwu stepped on him angrily, "I'm not sick."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen patted his head, "It's not a disease, you're just in a bad mood sometimes."

Qianwu: "..."

The sound of the auction outside the door was suddenly noisy, as if it had penetrated the bathroom door in an instant, which was extremely abnormal.

Qianwu was startled, and turned to look at the closed door.

Host: "Then, the last lot of this lot, "Small Portrait", please bid—"

"Go and see." Qianwu said, "See how much that damn thing can sell for."

Nervous deliberately put on a loudspeaker, probably a special clue.Jiang Chen nodded, took his hand and opened the bathroom door.They walked to the railing on the second floor and looked at the banquet hall below.

The auditorium was pitch black, the host stood in the highlight, she smiled and pointed down, "One dollar——"

When the light beam chased the price tag, Qianwu looked at the bidder with a strange face.

"The starting price is one yuan?" Qian Wu said indifferently: "Although I don't admit that it is my little portrait, I have to say that I am still a little angry."

Jiang Chen patted his hand regretfully.

"A dollar, the gentleman called a dollar."

"Once for a dollar, twice for a dollar—"

Qian Wu asked Jiang Chen with a sullen face, "Are you rich?"

"You are crazy, you still want to bid?" Jiang Chen couldn't believe it, but subconsciously patted his pocket, "I don't have any money."

Host: "Three times for one dollar! Good! Success—"

Before the word "Jiao" was uttered, the auction hammer was suspended in the air, and all voices stopped abruptly.

As if someone had pulled the switch, the mansion was instantly dark, even the decorative lights on the door behind him were turned off, and you couldn't see your fingers.

There were no screams in the mansion. In the darkness, Jiang Chen held Qianwu's hand tightly, and they could only hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

Three seconds later, a bell that did not belong to the mansion suddenly pierced the silence. It seemed that there was a click of a switch, and the surroundings were instantly bright as day.

Qianwu suddenly realized that he was not on the second floor, but on the first floor of a big house, the furniture was rich and antique, with the flavor of the Republic of China, like the decoration in Ah Jiu's copy.

Jiang Chen was beside him, holding him tightly.Beside them, there are dozens of people who are as dazed as they are, looking at each other strangely and vigilantly.

"Ah, someone is here." A greasy man's voice sounded.

Everyone looked at the door at the same time. It was a fat man in a plaid shirt and a suit vest, in his thirties, wearing eyes and a tweed cap, with a naive look.

He stood at the door, holding the red sandalwood door frame and said, "Why did you come in by yourself? I still have to go to meet you."

One of the people whispered, "You are—"

"I was entrusted by Mr. Regal to find the door for you. Now that you have arrived, I can make an appointment in advance." The man smiled: "You know what you are going to do, right?"

As he finished speaking, new handwriting suddenly appeared on the wall.

[The 9th dungeon: don't ignore an old object]

【Number of players: 18】

[Mission Description: The very rich man is old and plans to count his property and leave a will.Of his [-] properties, only one needs to be treated with caution.There seems to be something weird in this house, so it is difficult to value it. He hopes that all lawyers can check it out and settle the account in a few days. 】

18 people, the number of people is small, and the task description is very brief and vague.

Qian Wu frowned and looked at the prompt, the words on the wall disappeared automatically after a while, so he had no choice but to focus on the players again.

Without Pumbaa and the three of them.

"My barristers, let's start working right now? It's actually very simple. I'll leave you a general price list in the second-hand market. You can estimate the price of the things in the house. After calculating the total price, click this Bell, I'll come pick you up."

The bell he was talking about was on the shoe cabinet by the door, like the bell for serving food in a western restaurant, very eye-catching.

"Is there any limit on the result?" Jiang Chen asked: "Otherwise, if we just write down the number, it will be considered as the end?"

"Of course you wouldn't do that, you are a well-known group of lawyers!" The fat man said with a smile, "Of course, the unreliable numbers can only be a joke to me, since it's a joke, I'm sure won't come."

The players began to whisper, Qian Wu looked around the room, the furniture in the room was extremely rich, all kinds of utensils, ornaments, decorations were countless, many of them were still covered with dust, it was indeed a rich old house.

"How many floors is this house?" he asked.

The fat man said, "The third floor. The rooms on the right hand side of the second floor are for you. I sent someone to clean them in advance. Those rooms are not involved in the valuation."

"When do we start?" someone finally asked.

"Right now, I'll be leaving right now." The fat man said as he backed out of the threshold, holding the door to close.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he stopped halfway through closing the door, poked his head in and asked, "By the way, how are you drinking?"

No one answered.

Jiang Chen: "Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious." Fatty smiled.

After all, it was the opening NPC. The players answered this question after hesitation. Some said it was bad, some said it was average, and a few said it was good.

The fat man smiled and said, "Bad people, you are lucky. Good people, you are the best. Average people..."

He paused subtly, and everyone was horrified, saying that his average person was the vast majority of people.

Someone asked anxiously, "How is it?"

"Hey!" Fatty laughed, retracted his head, and closed the door with a bang.

The author has something to say: The little nerve is giggling, there are only eighteen people, what if they can't get out.

The floor said indifferently: Then you have nothing to play.

Little nerves rub it right away, but I still have you.

Floor: ...I'm dead.