Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Qianwu's face was pressed into the pillow, and it was almost difficult to breathe.

In great pain, he lost the artist's cold reserve, turned his head and cursed viciously.

Jiang Chen's black eyes, which were originally somewhat blank, shrank, his deep gaze paused lovingly on his face, and his head turned intensified.

What happened in the second half of the night, Qianwu's memory is a little fuzzy, the picture is very broken, but the broken picture has been running through his crying sound.

……

When he opened his eyes in the morning, Qianwu had just thought of turning over, but was pressed back by the sore joints and muscles all over his body.The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to call "Jiang Chen" coldly.

Jiang Chen was sitting on the bed blankly, looking at the clothes scattered on the floor in the distance.

"Baby." Jiang Chen's voice was hoarse as if he had a bad cold, and he looked back at him with astonishment and bewilderment.

After a long time, he asked cautiously in a low voice, "Your eyes are a little red and swollen, did you cry in the middle of the night?"

After the words fell, Qianwu raised his lips and smiled, and lifted the quilt generously.

All over the body of the gorgeous evidence of crime.

Jiang Chen swallowed hard, showing an expression that had never appeared in his life for more than [-] years, as if he was stunned for a while, then turned back silently.

——It can be called the look of pretending to be stupid.

Qianwu smiled, "Is Master Cyril from last night still delicious?"

"..."

Jiang Chen grabbed the quilt and covered his head, and said in a muffled voice: "To be honest, hearing you ask this sentence, I seem to be a little—"

The smile on Qianwu's face disappeared in an instant, and regardless of the pain, he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, only to turn around after taking two steps.

Just as Jiang Chen took the quilt off his head, he saw Qianwu with a cold expression in his sight, picked up a pillow and threw it at him head-on.

The cold and beautiful painter scolded angrily: "You shouldn't get back together, and you need to suffer this crime."

Jiang Chen looked at his furious back from behind and sighed.

He murmured hoarsely: "You can't say that. Even if you don't get back together, you should get back together after suffering this crime."

Qianwu laughed back in anger, his laughter was clear and cold, his red lips reflected his pale complexion early in the morning, it was really provocative.

During breakfast, Jiang Chen and Qian Wu were the last to arrive at the small restaurant, most of the people had finished eating and were discussing in low voices when they came.

Nothing happened last night. They closed their eyes until dawn, and most people didn't wake up halfway through.

There was a buddy who was a little bit miserable. He had bad kidneys at a young age, and he always thought of night in the middle of the night.When the urge to urinate came, he remembered Jiang Chen's warning, closed his eyes and groped to go to the toilet, kicking his big toe.

The little man held a baguette in his hand, tapped it on the table, and thought: "Actually, it makes sense. The ball mechanism of the waltz night can only kill one person at most, so Edmund came out at night Make up for the shortfall. The Tango Night dance alone will kill enough money, and there is no need to send other NPCs to appear."

Qu Ying was a little confused, and whispered to herself: "Is Douglas really an NPC? The butler has a low status and is relatively marginal in the background story, but Douglas is the absolute protagonist. Maybe Douglas is one of the BOSS, if In this way, more than half of the people have died, but they haven't met the boss, which is not a good thing."

Qianwu sat down at the table with a red mark on his neck that couldn't be covered by a flared collar shirt, and said coldly: "Whether it's the boss or not, we've already seen it."

"Huh?" Peng Peng was taken aback, and just about to ask, he suddenly frowned.

He put down the spoon, and said earnestly: "Can you two do it? In the dungeon, sixteen people died last night! It made you all so excited, didn't it?"

Qianwu glanced at him upon hearing this, but didn't answer.His expression was indifferent, with an aura that people dare not approach, Peng Peng had no choice but to touch his nose again and stop making a sound.

The little man asked: "By the way, didn't Jiang Chen take a knife from the ball yesterday? Was that knife triggered Douglas?"

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then picked up the porcelain pot and poured coffee for Qianwu, "Forget it."

"What happened? Is it dangerous?" The little man immediately became nervous.

Jiang Chen stopped talking, Qian Wu smiled, "I almost died."

"..."

Jiang Chen tilted his hand, and the dark brown coffee liquid was flowing on the snow-white tablecloth. He picked up a handkerchief and covered it without changing his expression.

"Douglas will come and go at night, but he just walks around the room, talking incomprehensible dreams, and there is no mechanism for killing." Jiang Chen lied calmly, "By the way, your compass can be turned again. If it still points to the black line, it proves that Douglas is the BOSS, and if it changes to the red line, it means that he is just an NPC. In this way, we can at least lock that Cyril is the BOSS."

The little man nodded, "That makes sense."

The compass rotated again, this time the result was the red line.The result changed, representing that Douglas who attached Jiang Chen's body last night was just an NPC.

Qianwu glanced at the compass, sighed, and drank coffee quietly.

After breakfast, the players dispersed and searched for clues without hope, but Qianwu sat at the dining table and turned his head to look at the sunshine outside the window in a daze.

He had a dream last night.

In fact, last night was so crazy that he couldn't remember which ones were dreams and which ones were real.I just remember crying and calling Brother Jiang Chen, begging uncontrollably, and when I was begging, I seemed to hear myself say something else in a trance.

"I love you, I have fallen in love with you, can you be gentle with me and give me some time to let go of the past..."

"Ah, please...he brought me up since I was a child...don't force me all the time, give me some time..."

Qianwu recalled that the crying and begging voice became more and more intense in his mind, but the tone was completely his own, which felt very inconsistent.

He suddenly felt throbbing pain in his temples, couldn't help raising his hand to press his head, and sighed deeply with downcast eyes.

"Are you still unhappy?" Jiang Chen's voice was low and uncertain, he raised his hand to caress his cheek, "It was hard last night, I didn't know that the short knife would trigger such a thing, I—— "

Qian Wu raised his eyes and asked, "How much memory do you have? Besides going to bed, what else?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen frowned lightly, pondered for a long time before saying: "It's very confusing and divided. I didn't have any personal consciousness last night, but when I woke up in the morning, I could remember what I did last night. Also, I vaguely I feel that I hate you, love and hate at the same time, very unwilling, it seems that I have obtained it, but I don’t have it completely.”

Qianwu's eyes were slightly startled, thoughtful.

Jiang Chen didn't know what he was thinking, and said again: "To be honest, this feeling of love and hate has not completely disappeared. I have looked at you until now—"

He paused involuntarily in the middle of his words, Qianwu turned around and stared at him, seeing his Adam's apple trembling slightly up and down.

Jiang Chen lowered his voice even more, "I still have that impulse, I like you very much, but I feel very insecure, I just want to tease you anytime and anywhere."

"..."

Qian Wu's face turned cold instantly, he straightened his back, leaned back in the chair, and said coldly: "Then stay away from me."

Jiang Chen sighed, refilled the coffee for him, and said in a low voice: "I'm sober now, I can restrain myself, don't worry."

Qianwu sneered and declined to comment.He quietly drank tea and ate snacks for a while, then suddenly asked, "How much do you remember about the mission description on the first day? Can you repeat it in full?"

Jiang Chen nodded, and took out a note from his pocket, "I wrote it silently yesterday."

[Douglas the Marauder has taken over the castle.Cyril was indulging in pain and had trouble falling asleep, so Edmund had to dance with him every night.Douglas came to inspect the loot, just in time to see it all.He can't help but drive Edmund out of the ballroom and replace it with his favorite tango, forcing Cyril to dance together.That night, he raped Cyril and strangled Cyril's neck on the bed.After that, Douglas came every other day, and on the day he came the waltz would switch to a dangerous tango and Edmund was not allowed to set foot in the ballroom. 】

Jiang Chen glanced over this passage quickly, and couldn't help but look at the red mark on Qianwu's neck.

He sighed and apologized again.

"My intuition at first was not wrong. This is a triangular relationship." Qian Wu frowned and said in a low voice: "At first I guessed that the butler was just an admirer who was separated from this pair of lovers. Now it seems that maybe——"

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Maybe what?"

"Perhaps Cyril also has feelings for the housekeeper." Qianwu hesitated recalling the shattered memories of last night.

After he finished speaking, he keenly noticed that Jiang Chen on the opposite side frowned.Jiang Chen frowned and looked at him for a while, then took a sip of coffee from the cup on the table, put down the cup and tapped his fingers on the table irregularly, and turned out the code of survival and turned two pages.

That was Jiang Chen's common behavior when he suppressed his dissatisfaction in his student days, and Qian Wu couldn't be more familiar with it.Once at the New Year's Ball, he danced with his senior sister graciously, and Jiang Chen was in that state all night. He was not willing to criticize and question, so he was anxious and tossed all night.

Qian Wu glanced at him and said in a low voice: "Unhappy?"

"Yeah." Jiang Chen stared at the words on the code, "It's about Cyril, I shouldn't treat you, but I can't control the feeling in my heart. It's weird, stay away from me."

Qianwu looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but chuckled when he looked away.

"Actually, you and Douglas are very similar." He whispered.

The three key characters in the dungeon, the butler and the general are both NPCs, and Cyril, the center of the triangle, should be the only BOSS.

Douglas revived Jiang Chen with the dagger, and Cyril might also have something that could trigger it, but the butler was different, he already existed in the dungeon.

Thinking of this, Qianwu was about to speak when Jiang Chen suddenly said, "Cyril and Douglas are probably dead, and the butler lives alone."

Qianwu was a little surprised when he heard the words, and then nodded and said: "I think so too. But the housekeeper is invisible during the day, and can kill all the people who trigger the conditions without hindrance at night. The housekeeper must have died and become a ghost."

Jiang Chen nodded, frowned and thought for a while, sighed: "It seems that there are thousands of clues, but there is always a lack of key information. There are no clues to search in this castle. This dungeon is indeed a bit difficult."

The three of Peng Peng and Peng Peng who came back after wandering outside came in. Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Peng Peng said: "Be optimistic, let's think on the bright side. Now there are even numbers of people left, and we will use all methods of killing people." I know, it will be very difficult for players to step into the pit in the future. Don’t worry if there are no clues, think slowly, and you can always get out.”

Qian Wu glanced at him and said softly: "Not necessarily."

Peng Peng was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

Qianwu didn't answer anymore, Jiang Chen glanced at the bright sunlight outside the window, and whispered: "Didn't you find that there is no time information in this castle except for the three important time reports at night?"

While Peng Peng was in a daze, Qian Wu said again: "Besides, the daytime seems to be shortening day by day."

Qu Ying was a little dazed, and after a long pause, she asked, "If the day keeps shortening, will it disappear? What will happen?"

"Waltz night and tango night have no boundaries, and maybe they will not be able to alternate normally." Qianwu hesitated, "I don't know what will happen, but it will definitely not be a good thing. Let's try to leave the instance before the day disappears."

That being said, it is difficult to implement.

Jiang Chen searched all the accessible rooms in the castle again, but still couldn't find any useful clues.But Qianwu didn't want to do anything during the day, he looked at the bright sunlight, he just wanted to sit quietly and look through the picture albums, eat snacks and drink tea.

Few people can be so calm when facing the threat of death. He was so calm that he panicked, but it seemed that he couldn't get rid of that laziness no matter what.

It was as if, bored during the day, but only longed for the arrival of night.

When he realized his own thoughts, he shook his hand suddenly, and the muffin he took to his mouth fell on his body, and Jiang Chen, who bowed his head to deal with the clues, was startled.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen was a little worried: "You've been in a trance all day today, like you have a fever."

Qian Wu slowly picked up the pancake without making a sound, Jiang Chen paused subtly, and said in a low voice: "Is it because I made you have a fever?"

Qianwu narrowed his eyes and gave him a dangerous look.

Jiang Chen reached out and touched his forehead, "It's not burning."

Qianwu was silent for a long time, and finally said: "I feel that Cyril's consciousness is slowly awakening in me. Although I didn't get any trigger items, the feeling is very strong."

Jiang Chen paused, "Any thoughts?"

Qian Wu lightly licked the corner of his lips, "No, he's just a spoiled young master who has been looking forward to the evening dance since he opened his eyes."

Jiang Chen: "..."

When the cuckoo clock rang again, all players came to the first floor again.

The ballroom opened, and the sixteen players from last night disappeared without leaving any bones, as if they had never been to this instance.The rest relive the same waltz night as the first night, the music, the meal, and even the cues on the wall are exactly the same.

This time there were exactly ten players, and all the players were paired up, and the dance was successfully completed.

It's just that Qian Wu kept sneaking around in the circle, and he didn't even respond to Jiang Chen deliberately pinching his arm, as if he couldn't arouse his interest in the person opposite him at all.

The music stopped, everyone stopped, thank you comments appeared on the wall, and the hourglass started the countdown to dinner again.

Qian Wu let go of Jiang Chen's hugging hands, and looked back to where the music box was yesterday.

The music box has disappeared, just like Jiang Chen said, there is a small aluminum bucket containing ice, two bottles of red wine are frozen in the bucket, and a handkerchief is covered on it.

The little man walked over to pick up a bottle and said, "Let's drink some wine, sleep a little bit tonight, and don't make any noise when you hear anything."

All the living players were full of depression, and they all nodded their heads, and even Peng Peng joined in the fun and said, "Take both bottles!"

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, "Open the bottle here and make sure it's ordinary red wine."

The little man nodded. Without a corkscrew, he casually inserted a steak knife into the cork and slowly pried it out.

Nine out of ten art-doing alcoholics, Jiang Chen knew that he was also an old alcoholic just by looking at his gestures.While opening the bottle rudely, he held the mouth of the bottle with a handkerchief, not letting the temperature of his palm touch the red wine.

With a bang, the cork was pulled out, and he leaned over to sniff it, and said, "It's just a normal red wine, it's not bad at all."

"Then let's share." Jiang Chen said: "Drinking moderately can help you sleep soundly, which is indeed suitable for this instance."

It was absolutely too late to sober up, the little man poured wine for everyone with a wine glass, Qian Wu took his glass, but when the other party was about to pass wine to Jiang Chen, he said coldly: "He won't drink."

The little man was taken aback.

Jiang Chen glanced at Qianwu, with a hidden smile in his eyes, nodded and said: "I don't know how to drink."

"Oh, that's it." The little man nodded, put a handkerchief on the bottom of the wine glass, and refilled his glass with a sense of ritual.

It was very peaceful at night, and everyone went back to their rooms to wash and sleep.After Qian Wu turned off the light, he asked Jiang Chen in a low voice, "Are you still going crazy tonight?"

After turning off the lights, Qianwu's voice was not as indifferent as it sounded during the day, but a little soft like when he was a child.

Jiang Chen felt that the love in his heart had reached its peak, and said in a low voice: "It's not like the feeling of the previous two days, this is the truth. It may have something to do with the setting of the story. Tonight is not Douglas' night."

He sighed after saying this, "But I have to say, thinking of this, I feel a little unhappy."

"Then bear with it." Qian Wu said frankly.

Jiang Chen nodded, leaned over and rubbed his hair in the dark, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Sleep well tonight." The commander said softly, "Don't forget, don't make any noise. Haven't you been drinking? I'll light the red candles too, and you'll feel better when the sun rises."

Qian Wu hummed, Jiang Chen lit the red candle on the bedside table, and said, let's go to sleep.

Qianwu then fell into a deep sleep.

However, in the middle of the night, when he was sleepy, he still heard a knock on the door.

Du, Du, Du Qianwu were very sleepy, and were hesitating whether to open their eyes and look at the door to show their respect, Jiang Chen, who had also woken up, gently shook his hand comfortingly, motioning him to keep quiet.

Qianwu silently squeezed his fingers back.

A few seconds later, just as Qianwu was about to fall asleep again in a drowsy state, he suddenly heard the door lock turning.

click.

At that moment, the hair on his body stood on end, and cold sweat covered his back.Sitting up suddenly from the bed, the door was pushed open very slowly, like a slow long shot in a movie, a black shadow appeared at the door.

Wearing a black butler uniform, a slender man with a pale face appeared at the door.

"Master." He breathed out two words, showing a gratified smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "I finally found you."

The author has something to say: the little nerve sticks to the bed, as if dead.

Be patient, the person typing on the keyboard held the toolbox and said not far away: It will be fine in another seven, seven, 49 days.

Little Nerve: ...