Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The sunset was approaching, and the light and shadow in the room gradually dimmed.

Qianwu sat in front of the ancient table, holding the butler's soap in his left hand, and the piece on the sink in his right hand, comparing and smelling it repeatedly.

With a trace of confusion and unwillingness in his brows, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "It's obviously exactly the same."

"Okay, boss."

Jiang Chen took the two bars of soap from his hand, and said: "No matter who chooses tonight, we will go to the bridal chamber to observe again."

As soon as the voice fell, a footstep ran and stopped outside the door, and then the door was smashed.

"It's me!! Peng Peng!!" The voice was terrified.

Peng Peng's face was pale, and his cracked lips trembled violently.

Jiang Chen stood at the door in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"

Peng Peng's eyes were empty, and he said with a crying voice: "Qu Ying...she is too reckless, reckless and violent, she...I..."

Qian Wu frowned and interrupted: "Could it be that you are going to—"

"Let's kill the manor owner!!"

Peng Peng burst into tears: "She lied to me! She asked me to lead the way to look for clues outside the wedding room, but she couldn't help but say that she rushed into the house to kill someone!"

The room was silent for a while.

Qianwu's eyes became indifferent, and after a while he asked, "So, just kill him like that?"

"Yes, I never thought it would be so easy."

Peng Peng swallowed tears and snot together, sobbing: "You guessed right, he is just an ordinary flesh and blood body during the day. Qu Ying is good at skills, on par with him, I... I am an indomitable old man, no matter how afraid You can't leave the girls alone! I also helped..."

"This is the first time I have killed someone..." He murmured, sitting on the ground with his feet limp, hugging his knees and crying.

Jiang Chen frowned.

Qianwu suddenly laughed crisply.

"So you guys think the task is done?" He chuckled and whispered, "Then why use your brains to figure out a way to leave a road sign that can't be wiped away."

"Everyone."

Qu Ying came from the stairs, her right shoulder slumped, and her hand was covered with blood.

Her state was completely different from the first two days when she joined the book, her calmness and tenderness were gone, and a triumphant smile appeared on her pale face.

"It's over, we'll be leaving soon," she said softly.

Qianwu glanced at her, "Are you alright?"

"The arm is dislocated, but it's still alive." Qu Ying took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hands, regretting, "Frankly speaking, it's really not difficult to kill the manor owner himself, we wasted too much time."

Qianwu just smiled, "I only hope that your recklessness didn't bring about mandatory disaster."

"Kill them all." Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder, "Let's wait and see what the maid says tonight."

As night fell and eleven o'clock approached, Qianwu lay on the bed in the dark and looked at the ceiling.

He held the bar of soap tightly, and the closer the night came, the more he seemed to hate this bar of soap for no reason.The hard body of soap pressed against the tiger's mouth, and after an unknown amount of time, the skin around the tiger's mouth became painful.

But the soap is still cold and hard...

As if it was a bar of soap that would never melt.

Qianwu's heart skipped a beat, and he sat up suddenly.

There were still 10 minutes before eleven o'clock, Jiang Chen knocked on the door for a long time but didn't hear a response, so he pushed it away by himself.

There was water splashing in the bathroom, and Qianwu shouted, "Come and see!"

Jiang Chen walked into the bathroom, water overflowed all over the floor in the darkness, Qianwu lit a piece of white wax, his black eyes were full of vitality in the dim candlelight.

"You threw the soap in the water and melted—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Jiang Chen stood silently in front of the sink.

Qianwu reached into the water and pulled out the butler's soap.

Another bar of soap has melted into a very small piece of soap, but the one in my hand still maintains its original shape.

"I've been thinking, if cutting candles can never hurt the owner of the manor, wouldn't this dungeon be unsolvable." Qianwu held the soap, and her raised red lips were completely glamorous in the candlelight.

"It seems that he and the butler each have such a piece of soap treated by a witch doctor, which will not melt or be consumed. Before twelve o'clock, he must use this piece of soap to take a bath in order to have great strength at midnight, and Temporarily avoid the harm of the female ghost. This is the secret of the manor owner's bath every night."

Jiang Chen was about to say something when the maid suddenly appeared at the door.

There was a gloomy smile on his plump face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "My lords, let me explain a situation."

The maid bowed slightly, "I found the master's painting in the butler's trash can, and I will stick it on his tombstone according to your request."

"Please use 502 glue." Qianwu nodded immediately, "By the way, is the owner okay?"

The maid said: "He is fine. I have just returned from the garden, and the master of the manor asked me to remind my lords not to be late even if the housekeeper is dead."

Peng Peng, who happened to be passing by in the corridor, sat down on the ground with a bang, rubbed against the wall and shook the lamppost into a sieve.

A clear smile bloomed on Qianwu's lips, "I see, thank you."

In the last 2 minutes before eleven o'clock, the players hurried to the interview hall, and the maid also disappeared in the corridor.

Peng Peng and Qu Ying looked at each other, Peng Peng was stunned, and murmured: "Why...why...why did he appear again, we obviously killed him..."

"If the task is not completed, the task target will be automatically refreshed. This is the kindness of the nerves."

Qian Wu lowered his eyes and smiled silently: "Peng Peng don't go to the interview, go out with me and Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen glanced at him, "Take away two candidate brides? Are you so reckless?"

Qian Wu said with a cold face, "Anyway, you can't be chosen."

"..."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "You are so arrogant to choose a bride."

The eleven o'clock bell rang throughout the manor, and suona music played everywhere.

The three of them went down the spiral staircase, left the castle, and walked straight into the Horror Garden.

"Bosses, I still don't understand." Peng Peng walked with his head in his arms, "Boss can be resurrected? Has this dungeon been solved yet? What are we going to do now? You lied to me to escape the interview. What should I do if my head is crushed by the maid? Wait, can the maid crush my head??"

"You need to figure out a problem."

Qianwu's voice was cold: "The manor owner is not a BOSS. There is only one BOSS in this dungeon, which is Tang Jianzhu. The player's task is to complete the revenge order issued by the BOSS, and the manor owner is just one of the vengeful prey of the BOSS."

"I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy." Peng Peng frantically repeated, "Qu Ying and I really killed him! He's dead, he's dead, he died on the cliff this afternoon!"

"Knowing that the clues will not be given in vain, you still choose to kill without thinking. What you are doing is useless." Qianwu stared at the gloomy and dark garden, and said softly: "The nerves let us respect every ghost in the dungeon. And she said , she will never forgive."

Jiang Chen walked beside Qianwu, with a calm tone, "We must, let her kill the manor owner with her own hands."

There was no sound in the garden, and the interview was probably the only time when the manor owner was not in the room. He would look at the player behind the black hole in the interview hall, and this was the only chance to break the game in the dungeon.

Jiang Chen went into the bathroom, pried open the small lock on the Chinese medicine box, replaced it with a brand new ordinary soap, and restored the lock to its original state.

Qianwu walked around to the front room, moved the stool and climbed up next to the lantern.

Two days later, the lantern was covered with a thin layer of dust again, and he still wiped it gently and gently with a handkerchief.Opening the secret door, I saw the red candle.

"Cut the candle."

Qianwu reached in and made a comforting gesture above the red candle, but he didn't touch it very gentlemanly.

"You look good today too."

"Jiang Chen has already given you the housekeeper as a gift. Today, I brought the fragile manor owner. Thank you for your reminder, and the guide for unlocking the lock for me outside the tent."

He approached Red Candle, his black eyes drooped slightly, and he said with a light smile, "I must really want to kill him with my own hands. I've been waiting for a long time all these years."

The red candle suddenly moved in the night, and after a while, a cluster of bright red flames jumped out, shivering scorchingly in the lantern, rolling down a drop of candle tears.

This was the first time Qianwu saw red candles burning, the first cluster of warm candles in the manor.

The candlelight reflected on his face, hot and bright, and he couldn't help but reach out and wipe away the hot candle tears.

To this day, Qianwu still thinks this red candle is beautiful.

It has nothing to do with ghosts or the evil in the manor. From the first time he saw the red candle, he felt that there was an inspiration in this candle.

Under this kind of inspiration, the soul of an artist who is almost exhausted seems to be able to recover slowly.

He turned off the lantern and went back behind the trees outside the wedding room.

"Just outside this bridal chamber tonight, watch her for a while."

In the candlelight, those black eyes were quiet and clear.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at him quietly. He looked at him as if he wanted to lift his hair and kiss his eyes lightly, but he quickly held back and turned back in silence.

"Today is the third night." Jiang Chen looked at the red candle and said softly, "The players in the dungeon should be grateful, they entered the capital with you."

"I should also be grateful." Qian Wu said with a faint smile, "Someone saved my life that night."

There was still a quarter of an hour at twelve o'clock, and Qiqi was forced into the bridal chamber by the maid, crying.

"Before Qu Ying came to see you in the afternoon, did you spend time alone with Qiqi?" Qian Wu suddenly asked.

Peng Peng nodded, "I met her in the corridor, she just came out of Kiki's room."

Qianwu was silent.Peng Peng turned his head again and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qianwu smiled silently, "At this point, do you still say that you are just a miserable female high school student?"

Not long after, the refreshed manor owner went directly into the bathroom from the outside to take a shower as usual, as if he didn't remember what happened in the afternoon at all.

In the reflection on the door, Qianwu saw him dig out the soap and throw it into the barrel, and jumped into the tub impatiently at the last minute before twelve o'clock.

After entering the water with a splash, there was a short and violent struggle in the water.

The man soon realized that something was wrong with the soap, and frantically rummaged through the medicine cabinet behind him.

Twelve o'clock struck.

The red lanterns hanging on the roof of the wedding room suddenly went out, and all sounds disappeared from then on.

The world was full of sounds, and there was a dead silence, as if there would never be any sound.The gloom that shrouded the manor also dissipated.

Qiqi in the new room followed the sound and pushed open the door of the dark room, then screamed mournfully, Jiang Chen went up and opened the door outside.

The owner of the manor died in the tub.

The head fell off and rolled against the door.Inside the bathtub was a whole bucket of shockingly solidified red wax. His body was solidified in the wax and slowly turned into blood.

Qiqi was crying out of breath, "Is he the owner of the manor? Sister Qu Ying said that after twelve o'clock, she would run out of the room and everything would be fine, but why did he..."

Jiang Chen asked without answering, "Did you beg Qu Ying to kill the manor owner this afternoon?"

"Huh?" The crying female high school student was taken aback and stared at him blankly, "What are you talking about? Sister Qu Ying killed the manor owner?"

She covered her mouth in horror, then shook her head quickly, "Impossible! Just now the manor owner was still choosing someone from the cat's eye."

Qian Wu walked past her expressionlessly, and said lightly, "There's no need to act."

"Today is the third night."

Qian Wu looked at her with disinterest, "25 players, everyone has shown their talents. But you seem to have been crying with your arms folded, covering your sleeves to prevent people from seeing your nerves."

"Aren't you tired of acting?"

"What are you doing?"

Qiqi suddenly narrowed her eyes, her innocent expression disappeared, and she smiled strangely after a while, her red and swollen eyes were full of sinisterness.

The angel peeled off the skin and grinded his fangs together.

"What is Teacher Qianwu talking about?"

"Let's see your nerves." Qian Wu's eyes were cold: "Otherwise, I will kill you. The real boss in the dungeon has a good relationship with me, so it is no problem to kill you one more."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen pulled out his saber and pushed the blade out of its sheath.

"What boss are you begging for?" He said with a faint smile, "What am I doing?"

"Forget it. Don't play."

Qiqi suddenly chuckled sarcastically: "It seems that this dungeon is indeed over, I can feel that depressing atmosphere is gone, and there is really no need to act."

As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her school uniform jacket, revealing two nerves.

One is an almost saturated sea blue.Aside from Jiang Chen, he is probably the player with the strongest calm talent in the dungeon.

The other one was different from everyone else, a deep burnt brown.

Both nerves were not at their initial value, the calm nerve was about three centimeters long, and the yellow one had spread to the middle of the forearm.

"Thank you."

The female high school student lowered her head and laughed sinisterly, "A group of lucky newcomers not only gave out good-quality nerves, but the first one who was most likely to die was only me, an exile."

Qian Wu's pupils shrank deeply, and the girl's sly smile was reflected in the black pupils.

"What is an Exile." He asked softly.

The girl raised her eyes, it was clearly a young face, but there was a chilling calculation in her eyes.

"The exile is something more terrifying than the boss."

She scratched the brown growing nerve with her nails, and said, "I'll teach you to recognize it. This one is a deceiving nerve."