Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The people left, and the eighteen players in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay.

"I mean." A boy with a strong accent pulled the backpack on his back to his chest, and sat down on the armrest of the sofa, "Does that mean that those of us who drink normally will die?"

Qian Wu went to the door, tapped on the calling bell, but it didn't ring.

Jiang Chen found a photo album on the table that was thicker than a dictionary. Inside, there were pages and pages of plastic-wrapped price lists, ranging from sofas and wardrobes, floor and wall tiles, to nail scissors, soap boxes, and various other items. have corresponding valuations.

Players came together to look at it, and found out that there are dozens of prices for the floor tiles alone. Looking under your feet, the floor of the hall looks harmonious and elegant at first glance. After careful observation, it is found that it can be disassembled into more than a dozen colors and materials.

"This can't be a math dungeon." A girl in a sweater was speechless.

The one with an accent immediately said, "I'm not afraid of mathematics, if it's really simple."

Jiang Chen silently flipped through the photo album to the last page, looked around the room, and said, "It's not that simple, even if there are no hidden missions, the [-] of us who don't eat or sleep without reducing the number of staff may still be counted. a few days."

The girl suddenly thought of something, "Is there enough food?"

"Let's take a look together." Jiang Chen put down the valuation book.

The structure of the house is quite satisfactory. The first floor is the public area. In addition to the hall, there are four rooms, namely the toilet, warehouse, kitchen and dining room.The doors can be opened normally, and there is a large amount of rice, noodles, vegetables and meat in the kitchen, enough for eighteen people to consume for half a month.

On the right hand side of the second floor, there is a room for players as the NPC introduced, and on the left hand side is another small public activity area, as well as a cloakroom and three toilets.The third floor is very rich. There are four guest rooms, two study rooms, two cloakrooms, and six storage cabinets. Open any door and you will be shocked by the amount of items inside.

"A big family, I really opened my eyes."

"My scalp is numb. Have you seen the valuation book hanging on the wall in the cloakroom? It turns out that the book downstairs is not all."

"Maybe there is a corresponding valuation book for each room. Really, it is open to all rivers."

The players discussed a lot, Qianwu glanced at Jiang Chen, he had been frowning unconsciously since he was on the first floor.

"What are you thinking?" Qian Wu asked in a low voice.

Jiang Chen looked up at the magnificent shelf, "I'm thinking that the designer of this dungeon is not very smart."

The boy with an accent standing in front of him suddenly turned his head, "What do you mean?"

"That NPC calls us the Lawyers' Team?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, and said sharply: "Lawyers are not liquidators in the notary office. We are being held for such dirty work, so feel free to call us lawyers."

Qianwu: "..."

He asked again without giving up, "Is there anything else?"

"Others? Nothing." Jiang Chen thought for a while, "Oh, there are only ten guest rooms on the second floor, and we have 18 people. Everyone has noticed."

The girl nodded, "Well, many of us should be teammates. Generally speaking, the nerve allocation room is quite humane."

Jiang Chen nodded, "That makes sense. Then, I am with the person next to me, who else is there?"

After the words fell, more than a dozen players looked left and right at the same time, but no one raised their hands.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and the girl said in surprise: "No way, the remaining sixteen are all flying solo?"

Jiang Chen said, "The bed in the guest room can only sleep two people at most. Except for us, there must be seven pairs living together, and the remaining two people live in a single room. It seems that the nerves are deliberately trying to get the players to act together at night, which is very strange."

The boy with an accent nodded, "Indeed, I have only met people who worked hard to dismantle the team before, and this is the first time that we have been brought together, so you have to do it."

Qianwu asked, "Where are you all from?"

The boy said, "My name is Guan Ping, and I'm from Lidao."

The girl said, "My name is Songsong, and I'm also from Lidao."

Jiang Chen raised his head, "Who didn't come from Lidao?"

The crowd was silent and no one answered.

Guan Ping looked back at everyone, "Then everyone's situation is the same, they are from Enlightenment Island."

Hearing this, Qianwu opened his eyes wide and exchanged a glance with Jiang Chen. Some people in the crowd nodded, and some people asked what Enlightenment Island was.

"This is what my boatman told me. If the average person can go to the second or third inner island, there is a high probability of encountering Enlightenment Island. The essence of Enlightenment Island is also an inner island, but careful people can get from the island. I know the opportunity and the entrance to enter the nerve." Guan Ping took out a cheese stick from his backpack while talking, tore open the package, put it in his mouth and took a bite, "But it is said that the dungeon you enter after coming out of Enlightenment Island is very dangerous. Be careful, everyone."

Song Song nodded, "I have already felt that this kind of dungeon with vague mission descriptions has always had a high death rate."

Someone said, "But we only have eighteen people this time, so it's okay."

"How do you know how many people are still in the ninth copy?" Songsong looked back at him, "There were 60 people in my last copy, and only me and another boy survived. Occasionally on the sea, other ships can be seen passing by in the distance, but now it is impossible."

The topic suddenly moved towards a heavy topic, Qianwu listened to them discussing the previous dungeon for a while, noticed Jiang Chen leaving the room, and followed.

"Are you worried about not having enough time?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "Seeing such an astonishing amount of calculations, I am even more convinced that this dungeon has nothing to do with calculations."

Qianwu asked, "What does that have to do with it?"

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, went to the storage room next door and turned on the light. On the dusty shelves were a variety of bottles and cans, some of which were covered with cobwebs. He stood at the door and looked at it for a while and said, "The copy is called Don't overlook an old object."

Qianwu nodded, "It means that everything must be valued and calculated."

"Maybe there is another meaning, it depends on how to understand this 'one'." Jiang Chen turned his head and smiled at him, "Maybe it really is one, we need to find the most important old object."

The people who were looking around in the corridor came over after hearing the words, "You are right, there should be key props."

"Have you touched these things?" Jiang Chen asked.

The man shook his head, "I'm an old bird in the ninth dungeon, who would touch things randomly? Besides, one of our index nerves is to be calm, and no one who has lived until now is not a reckless person."

Hearing this, Qianwu silently withdrew her hand that was about to caress an enamel jar.

Jiang Chen caught his small movements from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't laugh or cry, he turned his head and said with a straight face: "Don't touch things, there are objects everywhere in this house, or tie your hands up."

Qianwu walked away with an expression on his face, "You might as well lock me in the guest room, and release me after the task is completed."

"It's indeed a good idea." Jiang Chen nodded solemnly.

Everyone started patrolling again, Qianwu and Jiang Chen walked at the end of the team.

There were fewer people entering the instance this time, but the ability was obviously another leap forward than before.There were fewer taciturn bastards, and no one was trembling. After a brief self-introduction, everyone discussed enthusiastically. It was obvious that they had already adapted to the life of licking blood on their nerves.

"Another clue is alcohol." Jiang Chen whispered beside him: "That NPC asked about everyone's drinking capacity. It doesn't matter if you have a bad alcohol capacity or a good one. People with an average alcohol capacity will be dangerous. What does this mean? "

Qian Wu thought for a while, "Very poor people fall asleep after a few sips, and very good people don't get drunk no matter how much they drink, and can stay sober. It's hard for people with average drinking capacity, and their behavior after drinking depends entirely on the quality of the wine. "

Jiang Chen smiled, "What level do you think your drinking capacity belongs to?"

Qianwu thought about this question seriously for a while.

"For whiskey above [-] degrees, drink about three or four glasses of [-] milliliters in quick succession, and you can drink one or two bottles of red wine."

Jiang Chen smiled, "That's really very ordinary."

"..."

Qian Wu's expression turned cold, and he smiled subtly, "I don't think I've ever seen you look like you're drunk."

"We should all be the same, we will sleep peacefully when we are drunk. This is a good thing in the dungeon, and it is a blessing to sleep peacefully at night." Jiang Chen sighed softly while speaking.

Qianwu looked at him with insincere regret, and couldn't help feeling that he wasn't thinking of anything good.

Eighteen people walked around all the rooms, and when they returned to the hall, everyone looked dignified.

Guan Ping tried his best to speak in Mandarin: "Everyone has seen the situation. The task is huge and we must divide the work. One more thing, the night in the dungeon is often the most dangerous, so we try to work during the day and rest at night. I will talk to you later. Songsong will assign everyone their respective task areas, and everyone will start working when they get up tomorrow morning."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and another man with a Chinese face said, "It's still the rules discussed just now. The valuation book describes everything in detail. Everyone reads things and calculates with a book. Don't get started. They are all veterans." Yes, there are points. If you encounter something that you are not sure about, or feel weird, call everyone to discuss it together.”

Song Song scanned the crowd vigilantly, "We all understand, right? It doesn't matter to share clues and reason together in the nerves, and it usually doesn't involve our index nerves. Don't hide your secrets, it's meaningless."

Everyone nodded.

Jiang Chen turned around, as if he had something to say, Qianwu said sleepily before he opened his mouth: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm not touching anything."

Jiang Chen nodded, and stroked his hair comfortingly.

It should be at sunset when we came here, and it was already dark outside, and everyone was talking, when someone suddenly gurgled in their stomachs.

Guan Ping was amused by the sudden stomach growl, and was about to turn around and laugh at him, when his own stomach gurgled louder.

His expression froze, and he subconsciously covered his stomach.

Immediately afterwards, grunts came and went one after another, even Qianwu and Jiang Chen's stomachs rang.

"I'm so hungry." Qian Wu licked his lips and said, "It seems that dinner is a mandatory dungeon process."

"I cook." Songsong stood up, "Let's make two big pots of dishes for eighteen people. A pot of scrambled eggs with pickles, and a pot of stewed pork ribs in miso sauce. Can someone help?"

Another girl in the crowd, nicknamed Egg Yolk, stood up, "I'll be with you."

"I can do it too. I can flip the spoon." Guan Ping followed him in. "Anyone who can fight will come, and we will have a quick battle in 10 minutes. Everyone, rest early."

This book is full of people in their 30s and [-]s. They basically know how to cook. If they can't, they can help peel garlic and chop vegetables. They all go into the kitchen.

Only the young master Jiang Chen and the painter Qian Wu whose hands are more expensive than their lives are left.

Qian Wu sighed, and said in a low voice, "Scrambled eggs with pickled vegetables, stewed pork ribs in miso, both sound salty and not very tasty."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, stroked his hair, "I'll try it later, if it really doesn't work, I'll study how to cook."

Qianwu subconsciously glanced at Jiang Chen's hand when he heard the words.

He sighed heavily, "I'm starting to miss Qu Ying."

The kitchen was in full swing, and Qianwu looked at the paintings on the wall in the hall.

The calligraphy, painting and antique content in this house is astonishing. There are only twenty or thirty paintings on the wall of the lobby on the first floor.Nervous may have randomly copied some art galleries when generating copies. The paintings on the walls of the hall are all from the same period and the same genre.

Qianwu stood in front of a huge picture frame, Jiang Chen walked over and said, "You like Raphael's illustrations very much."

"En." Qianwu nodded, looking at the painting in front of him.

In the painting is a girl in a dress, she is leaning against the window and looking out, her cheeks are flushed, and there is a shy look in her eyes.

"This is a very famous illustration depicting a young girl looking forward to her future husband." Qianwu smiled, "There is another painting at the same time as it, which is a woman in her 40s and [-]s sitting by the window and looking out , waiting lonely for her husband to come home. These two paintings have similar camera angles, one is a girl waiting for her husband, the other is a woman waiting lonely, and they are often compared together."

Jiang Chen opened the valuation book, found the painting, frowned and said, "38 six?"

"Random estimate." Qianwu turned and left with little interest, "Maybe the currency in the dungeon is different from the outside."

Two large pots of vegetables came out of the pot one after another and were brought to the table in the restaurant next door. The clock in the room suddenly rang.

Qian Wu was the closest to the clock in the lobby, but when he looked back, he saw that the time was 36:[-] p.m.

"It's not the hour, what time is the report?" Guan Ping murmured, "My god...it's time for dinner!"

Songsong said, "Sit down, the egg yolk and I will serve rice."

"Our dozen or so old men are ashamed to ask you to serve them, so we can do it ourselves."

Thanks to the large kitchen space, everyone is busy working in it.Qian Wu and Jiang Chen also went in to serve their meals. Their enthusiasm for eating was not high, and they were the last to enter the restaurant. Everyone reserved seats for them at the end of the long table near the door.

"Let's start!" As soon as Guan Pingping Qianwu's butt touched the stool, the chopsticks in his hand had already stretched out towards the ribs, "This copy makes people hungry and annoyed."

"Eat." Songsong smiled, "It should be good."

Guan Ping picked up a spare rib with his chopsticks, and was about to fish it into a bowl when Qian Wu suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him.

Eerie, cold, and silently crawled across the back, the whole person fell into an ice cave.

Not only him, Jiang Chen next to him and the man on the other hand who was also near the door were visibly stiff.

The pork ribs with the flat chopsticks on the opposite side fell to the table with a slap, and the sauce left huge and ugly stains on the tablecloth.

"The door..." His voice was dry, and he stared behind Qianwu, "The door is open."

Qian Wu's heart hung up, his expression was still calm, and he turned his head.

The restaurant door, which was closed, opened silently, but there was nothing at the door. He looked down - there was a huge tray on the ground, and a pair of wine utensils on the tray.

Eighteen tall crystal glasses and a huge decanter.The decanter was filled with red wine, Qianwu was the closest, and he could already smell the rich aroma of the red wine, so he knew it was good wine without tasting it.

"This is the highlight of our dinner process."

After all, they are veterans who have seen a lot, so everyone quickly regained their composure.Song Song came over and bent down to observe carefully, and put the tray on the table and said: "Drink all, don't say no. This is mostly a compulsory process. If you drink alcohol, you may not be able to live. If you don't drink alcohol, there will be accidents. There should be no one." Against it?"

Guan Ping nodded: "Eighteen cups, just right. Let me pour them for everyone."

"Be careful not to break the cup." Egg Yolk suddenly thought of something, "This set of things may also be involved in the valuation. If it is broken, it will probably die."

Guan Ping nodded, "I know."

Everyone stared with bated breath, Guan Ping carefully poured wine for everyone.

The tray was placed on the table near the door, still closest to Qianwu, and Qianwu carefully observed the set of cups.

The decanter and each goblet are made of high-purity crystal, small and fragile, and the red wine is fragrant and elegant when poured.

There is also a not very obvious engraved line on each goblet. Jiang Chen watched Guan Ping pour the wine, then glanced at the decanter, and after a moment of estimation, he suddenly said: "Stop pouring when it reaches this scale line."

"Ah?" Guan Ping shook his hand, and just fell to the mark line, he immediately raised his wrist and let out a sigh, "I'm so nervous."

Jiang Chen's expectation was right, each of the eighteen cups was poured to the mark line, the wine in the decanter was almost empty, leaving only a thin layer of liquor that was almost empty.

"Drink." Song Song sighed and pinched his nose, "I don't know how to drink at all, so I can only give it a go."

Guan Ping raised his glass, "Drink this glass of life-threatening wine!"

The players toasted and drank together, with tragic expressions written on their faces.

Jiang Chen patted Qianwu's hand, and Qianwu took a sip from the cup.

Then, his black eyes lit up, and he raised the glass to examine the liquid inside curiously.

"What did you drink?" Guan Ping looked at him nervously.

Qianwu took a breath while holding the wine glass.I only took a sip, and even my breath smelled sweet of noble rot grapes.

He licked the corner of his lips and said softly, "I drank it, this is a strangely good wine."

"..." Guan Ping looked away speechlessly, "Everyone drink slowly, try to get some clues, it's best to—"

Before he finished speaking, Qian Wu raised his head and drank a few gulps of his glass, put down the glass and smiled at Jiang Chen with blushing cheeks.

The author has something to say: I'm drunk!

The little nerve burped and stroked the floor, am I cute?

The floor said: ... please don't spit on me, thank you.