Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Their eyes met for a long time without rest.

Qianwu watched Jiang Chen's mood fluctuate after being punctured, and then regained his composure.After staring at each other for a long time, the two looked back at the same time, Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief, "Let's sort out the current clues."

Qianwu hummed.

"I inquired about the life of some assassins in the town. He talked less since he was a child, and became more reticent after he became blind, but he was upright and kind. He grew up with his younger brother and learned to forge knives together. They were very close. After returning home after being blind, the brothers Although the two are not as playful as they were when they were young, they still often talk together."

Jiang Chen took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket while talking, "We know most of the information, but there are still some details. For example, after the assassin returned to his hometown, he was obsessed with forging knives. My younger brother would come to accompany him every night to see Neighbors often passed by and saw them sitting and chatting together. The assassin usually doesn’t talk much, but he is still close to his younger brother, and most of the time he is always talking, and the younger brother occasionally interjects.”

Hearing this, Qianwu's heart moved, "The assassin keeps talking, and my brother occasionally interjects a few words?"

"Yeah." Jiang Chen nodded, "It's a bit strange."

Qianwu said, "If he told his younger brother the stories of these years, it would make sense."

Jiang Chen's tone was calm, "The story will be finished soon, but the neighbor said that it has been like this every time I pass by for half a year."

Hearing this, Qianwu's eyes fell on Jiang Chen's hands.It was the torn piece of paper dug out from under the floor tiles, with holes of different lengths scalded on it.Qu Ying was afraid that it would be ruined, so she kneaded a piece of paper with a different color and pasted it with glue.

"Did you and I guess the same thing?" Qianwu couldn't help asking.

Jiang Chen pondered for a while, "It's about the same. Perhaps the assassin was discussing the matter of forging the knife with his younger brother, and this piece of paper was randomly drawn by him when he was talking about it."

"There is one more thing." Jiang Chen suddenly said: "Wang Taigong told us before that the assassin tried to forge knives after returning home, but he never succeeded because of blindness. But the former neighbors here have never seen him throw forging waste. Rotten iron, everyone takes it for granted that he didn't forge anything at all."

Hearing this, Qianwu raised his eyes, and there was a cluster of bright colors in his black eyes, "Forging knives for a long time, even if you don't succeed in forging a good knife, there must always be some failed products, just like painting. If you want to find a failed product in the town , I can only think of wood gall.”

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Futian himself doesn't know how to forge knives, but he likes knives very much. He has enough motivation to kill two brothers and take the knives." Qianwu expressed his intuition, "Assassins are blind, Futian is capable of killing him , and then took advantage of the younger brother's grief to find an opportunity to kill the younger brother. But he couldn't control the three magic knives of the younger brother, and finally had to take away the useless wooden gall that the older brother forged."

Jiang Chen frowned, and said after a while: "It makes sense, but there are too many speculations. But now there are too few clues, so we can only follow our intuition."

The three people in the yard, Peng Peng, were still discussing how to tamper with the Code of Survival, Qian Wu suddenly smiled lightly, leaned towards Jiang Chen, and asked in a low voice, "Do you dare to gamble with me?"

Jiang Chen's eyes were indifferent, "Want to kill Fuda without thinking?"

"If you kill the right one, you don't need to pay any points in the process, just pay the money directly. If you kill the wrong one—" Qianwu said in a low tone, "The mission of the dungeon is to minimize the death of players in the town. If we kill one by mistake, it may be directly affected by the dungeon mechanism risk of execution."

Jiang Chen stared at him, looked away for a long time and just smiled, "I knew the result of discussing with you would be this."

As he spoke, he got up, took out the saber from the back of his waist, threw it in the air, and fell just enough to hold the handle, "I'll just go."

Qianwu still followed.

Jiang Chen looked at him helplessly along the way, his face full of displeasure.

"What are you doing with a stinky face?" Qianwu squinted at him.

Jiang Chen said: "You painter, look at the mountains and rivers more, what's the fun with this kind of thing?"

"I want to draw "Young Marshal Wielding a Knife Picture"." Qianwu smiled, "Follow you to find inspiration."

Jiang Chen sighed, and finally let him go.

It was already sunset when we arrived outside Futian courtyard, and every family was eating dinner in the courtyard, and there was no one in the alley.Qian Wu stepped lightly, and approached the courtyard with Jiang Chen, and just outside the door, he heard the lively sound of iron pan frying inside.

Qian Wu mouthed to Jiang Chen that he was in the courtyard.

There is a firewood stove in the courtyard of Futian's house. Hearing the crackling noise inside, he knows that he is cooking in the courtyard.

Qian Wu was stopped when he was about to step on the door steps, Jiang Chen pulled him behind him and stepped forward alone.

He pressed lightly on the door with his hand, and realized that there was no latch inside the door, so he opened it with a push, so he stretched out his hand and drew his saber.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

From behind, Qianwu saw clearly that Jiang Chen was holding the knife handle without moving for a long time, but the knuckles of his fingers became more and more protruding, obviously exerting all his strength.

Jiang Chen was stunned, and looked down at the saber that had been with him for many years, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't pull it out.

Qianwu suddenly understood, "It seems that a special method is needed to kill Futian. It is inferred that he must be the key person."

There is a little clue, but the method of killing Futian still needs to be considered in the long run.

This trip was for nothing, but Qianwu was inexplicably worried.YouQi was only separated by a courtyard gate, and he had absurdly thought that he had come all the time, and wanted to sneak a peek through the door to take a look at Mudan before leaving.

He was going forward to open the door, but suddenly felt a bright light flashing on the door, before he could react, he heard a dull rumbling sound exploding in the sky behind him.

Lightning and thunder came one after another, and the torrential rain poured down in an instant.

No wonder it got dark so fast today.

Qianwu stood under the eaves, staring at the pouring rain outside for a few seconds.

Futian's distraught voice came from the courtyard. The rainstorm was caught off guard, the firewood went out, and the dinner in the pot was all destroyed. He cursed and rushed the things into the house to rescue them.

"How?" Qianwu asked subconsciously.

Jiang Chen sighed, "Hold the coat above your head, run back."

It got dark very quickly, and it was a bit hard to tell whether it was really dark or covered in dark clouds. There was still a sunset glow on the road when we came, so it was already pitch black.

Qian Wu looked at Jiang Chen's coat that he had taken off, reached out to take it but hesitated, hanging in the air.

He glanced at the gloomy rain again.

Jiang Chen sighed helplessly, "This is the only way, I really don't have an umbrella."

Hearing this, Qianwu hesitated and licked the corner of his lower lip.

If tonight is the time to die, he doesn't want to die drenched and unaesthetic.

Jiang Chen's face turned dark, he put on his clothes speechlessly, glanced at his watch and said, "It should be a few hours before the three knives will be active, just stand here and wait, I'll borrow an umbrella from someone nearby."

Qianwu didn't make a sound, and turned his head to look at the door behind him.

Futian still doesn't know their speculation, knocking on the door to borrow an umbrella should not be difficult, so that he can take the opportunity to take another look at Mu Dan.He didn't know what was going on, but after the third blood feeding, he actually felt a little concerned about the ugly and useless wooden knife.

"Don't think about it, you will really get an infection if you scratch the wound again." Jiang Chen said, "Run back, let's think of a way before dark."

Qian Wu was silent for a moment and finally nodded and said: "Okay."

It was terribly dark and thunderous, and they were both drenched as they ran back to the yard.

Qian Wu took a shower with Jiang Chen directly, their hair was wet, they came out of the bathroom with an umbrella and went back to the room, half of their clothes were wet again.

On the table was the hot porridge cooked by Qu Ying. Qian Wu sat by the table with wet hair, drinking the porridge while looking at the yard.

In the courtyard, Qu Ying propped a large umbrella on the ground, squatting under the umbrella to pry the floor tiles.She seemed to be particularly concerned about finding clues to the small courtyard, except for cooking, she only cared about it.

After looking at it for a while, Qianwu lowered his eyes and blew on the porridge in the bowl, and said, "It's getting dark, and we haven't found a solution yet."

Jiang Chen wiped his hair for him, "The only chance is Mudan. If it is really an assassin's knife, even if it is incompetent, its seniority should be higher than my brother's three magic knives. If Mudan wants to protect you, maybe the other three The knife hesitates."

Qian Wu hummed, "Mu Dan has already drank my blood, I hope our bet is not wrong."

"Go to bed early." Jiang Chen said, pulling out the saber and wiping it gently.

The saber on the outside is against the dungeon knife that easily cuts off the pillars, which is tantamount to a car with a mantis arm.

But for some reason, Qianwu felt very peaceful when he saw Jiang Chen calmly wiping the dagger.It was hard for him to imagine Jiang Chen losing, Jiang Chen had never lost, this kind of blind trust surpassed all reason.

The rain was rumbling at night, and all the lights in the courtyard were turned off very early. The rest of the players were probably huddled in the room and trembling, only Qianwu was seriously sleeping.

He originally wanted to lie on the bed with Jiang Chen to be vigilant, but the sound of the rumbling rain became a good hypnotic sleepiness. Relying on a little feverish drowsiness, he turned over and fell asleep with Jiang Chen in his arms.

In a drowsy dream, he returned to Futian's courtyard, watching Jiang Chen try to draw the sword but failed repeatedly.Jiang Chen in the dream was far more impetuous than in reality, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the knife, Qian Wu stepped forward to persuade him no matter what, Jiang Chen seemed to be deeply engaged with that knife, and he wanted to pull it out.

Saber was bullied by Jiang Chen and cried, and even made a weeping sound of grievance, Qianwu was dumbfounded, and suddenly realized after listening for a while, how could Jiang Chen's saber be a woman's voice?

Obviously it should be a boy.

Consciousness suddenly drifted away for a moment. At this moment, the woman's cry faded away, and the sound of rain in reality approached, but the distance and near intersected for only a moment, and he returned to the dreamland in a blink of an eye.

The crying sound gradually became clearer, but Jiang Chen disappeared. It was no longer his saber that was crying on the ground, but a moon-white long knife with a curved tip, like a voluptuous beauty's line.

The hissing sound suddenly entered his ears, together with the sound of rain in the real world, it completely washed away Qianwu's consciousness.

He sat up suddenly, and before he opened his eyes, his heart was already chilling.

He realized that he was dreaming about drinking dreams.

The moment he sat up in shock, Jiang Chen grabbed his hand and pulled him back forcefully, causing the wound on his arm to ache.Jiang Chen is not such a rude person, Qian Wu suddenly turned his head and became stiff instantly.

On a rainy night, there was an uproar outside the courtyard, but the house was completely silent.

Jiang Chen sat on the bed and stood in front of him, with three knives hanging in the air.Drinking dreams, vipers, smelling blood.The three divine knives gathered together and were being unsheathed at the same time.

"Are you dreaming?" Jiang Chen touched the saber under the quilt with his hand, his expression was serious, but his tone was still gentle.

He stared at the three blades for engraving, and chuckled, "Two are not enough, it seems that the nerves are tired of wooing us, and want to be straightforward and keep us here forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three knives had already acted decisively.Blood Sniff first took aim at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen turned over and got out of bed and kicked up the stool, when the knife pierced through the stool, he managed to turn over and dodge, saying: "Get out of the way!"

Qianwu got out of bed in response, probably because Jiang Chen was not dead yet, Viper hissed and hovered in the air and dared not go forward, but Yinmeng had already set his sights on him.As soon as Qianwu's feet touched the ground, Yinmeng struck him head-on. Jiang Chen turned over to avoid Xuexiu and pushed him behind. A cold light flashed past his shoulder. Qianwu dodged Yinmeng's fatal blow, but Immediately, I felt a hot, numb pain coming from my arm.

He only had time to glance at his arm out of the corner of his eye. It was scratched by a knife. Although blood was seen, it was not serious.

Jiang Chen threw the saber over with his backhand, Qianwu caught it, drew the saber backhand, and when Yinmeng slashed at it, he directly countered it with the tip of the saber, sparks burst out in the air instantly, and then he watched the sharp saber tip break.

Viper hissed and seemed to be laughing poisonously, because Jiang Chen on the other side of the room had already smashed the last piece of furniture that could be moved to resist.It just waited for Jiang Chen to die, and rushed up to share Qianwu with Yinmeng.

It was still quiet outside the courtyard, Qianwu glanced out the window, when Yinmeng came up again, he made up his mind to grab the handle of the knife.The handle of the knife struggled violently in the palm of his hand, and the cold metal pattern rubbed against the tender skin of the palm, causing severe burning pain.He gritted his teeth and did not let go, the Dream Drinking Blade was just a few millimeters in front of him, he saw his own eyes on the blade, and saw the shadow of the blade reflected in his pupils, the boundary between life and death seemed to be blurred suddenly.

Bang!

Jiang Chen didn't know when he ran to the door, and kicked the door open without any explanation.Qianwu's tiger's mouth was so painful that it was about to burst, and before he had time to think about what Jiang Chen was going to do, Yinmeng broke free the moment he lost his strength, and slashed at his neck with a horizontal knife.

The rustling sword sound cut through the sound of the rain outside.

The heavy rain seemed to disappear at that moment, and Yinmeng's blade had already cut through the superficial skin of the neck, but it stopped abruptly, allowing traces of blood to spread on the blade.

Qianwu didn't dare to move, and from the corner of his eye, he could only see Viper returning to the scabbard at some point, and the blood smelling at the door also stopped in the air, as if hesitating.

Jiang Chen suddenly gritted his teeth and let out a muffled laugh, "Sure enough, it's your business."

Drinking Meng suddenly let go, and Qianwu immediately turned to look at the door——

The wooden gallbladder hung under the eaves at some point.

It was as quiet as during the day, and even if it was suspended in the air, it still looked like a lump of wood. It even made people suspect that someone was lying on the roof and pulling a string to manipulate it.

The rainwater was dripping from the wooden scabbard full of cracks, it must have been completely soaked during the flight.

It stood there silently, the Viper was already lying sideways on the table, and the other two magic knives that were about to kill also stopped moving, silently falling into hesitation.

The silence of the world.

The two of them stabbed four times, and after a stalemate for an unknown amount of time, Xuexiu finally retreated gradually, about half a meter away from Jiang Chen.

But Yinmeng didn't move, Qianwu stared at Mu Dan, Mu Dan seemed to be a fake knife, still motionless.

Jiang Chen said in a low voice, "It really is a knife forged by an assassin. Although my brother's knife is incompetent, it will still be a deterrent."

Qianwu didn't say a word, his eyes wandered between Mudan and Yinmeng, and there was a string in his heart.

Yinmeng is different from the other two magic knives, obviously he is not willing to give up.

Wooden courage is incompetent, only seniority.It has been so long, it may not be able to persuade all the knives who want to kill him.

As soon as this idea fell, a cold light flashed in the corner of my eye, and Yinmeng approached again.

It seemed to be determined to see blood tonight, and the cold blade swung sideways towards Qianwu's head, threatening to kill him with one blow.

With a rustle.

The light of the knife in the room shook Qianwu and Jiang Chen too much, the wooden scabbard fell to the ground with a snap, and rolled down the steps into the rain.

A pitch-black blade with a snow-silver blade.Although it is a knife, its shape is more like a sword, elegant and unrestrained.The knife is shining brightly, reflecting the never-falling chivalry of a blind assassin.

The moment the wood gall was unsheathed, Yinmeng, who had already been cut to Qianwu's eyes, suddenly disappeared.He turned his head again, only to see that the three magic knives were all sheathed, hanging in the air.They quivered as if trembling, and made a small buzzing sound.

Qianwu had no time to look at it, he stared straight at Mu Dan.Before it came out of its sheath, he thought that Yinmeng was the brightest of the swords, but only when he saw the wooden gallbladder did he realize that Yinmeng was overshadowed.The pitch-black blade clearly reflects the people and furniture in the room. It is so silent, because it doesn't need to make any noise, it is enough to prove its position with its aura.

Qian Wu approached slowly, his gaze paused at the end of the wooden gallbladder.

Two words are engraved on the end of the knife with the same snow silver as the blade.

Xuanyuan.

He suddenly understood, "It turns out that wood gallbladder is not its original name."

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "Maybe the old man took it away and changed its name."

Qianwu raised the corners of his lips, looked at the knife in surprise, and said softly, "Knife King Xuanyuan."

As soon as the words were finished, Xuanyuan disappeared instantly before his eyes, and there was a very light and fast sound of the blade touching, and then, it suddenly appeared on Qianwu's right hand again like a flash.

Before Qianwu realized what happened, he saw Yinmeng hanging on his right cut off smoothly from the middle, like an invisible silk thread cutting a plane.

Dang bang.

Yinmeng split in two and fell to the ground.

The author has something to say: Tell a joke, I am incompetent.

Xiao Nerve sneered, and then replied seriously: Pass you the knife.