Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Chen Yong stared blankly, seemingly shocked and confused.

"The method is good." Jiang Chen praised lightly: "Don't do anything, and don't offend anyone. Most of the time, he plays a reliable peacemaker. But at critical moments, he only uses one or two sentences to lure others into traps everywhere. Stepped into a dead end in the dungeon. Those people didn't know who did it until they died."

Chen Yong opened his mouth wide, "Huh?"

Jiang Chen said slowly: "The first target is Jia Mao who is greedy for merit. As soon as we came out of the noodle shop, you immediately said that it was too late. It was obviously only at noon on the first day. Jia Mao was looking for a If you have the opportunity to score points independently, you handed him this opportunity."

"I don't remember what I said that day." Chen Yong frowned and said, "Isn't it normal to calculate time for time-limited missions?"

Jiang Chen smiled indifferently, "The incident this afternoon was even more obvious. Both Qianwu and I were trying to persuade the person who moved the oil to come back. We were about to pull him back, but you pushed him back."

"What are you talking about?" Chen Yong's expression turned ugly, "I'm also trying to persuade him to come back."

"What you're saying is, I don't know if Beelzebub will be happy, don't waste oil." Jiang Chen said as he took two steps closer, his expression cold: "Beelzebub was clapping happily on top of Qianwu's head, you said Is he happy? This is not inducing that person to die, what is it?"

"If you want to say that, what I said was really inappropriate, but I was really anxious to call him back, and I didn't think much about it." Chen Yong said helplessly, "Boss, I think you think too much. "

Jiang Chen said with a smile: "I was also thinking that maybe I was overthinking. But you dared to hand death props to Qianwu for your own sake."

The originally helpless person froze suddenly.

Jiang Chen stared straight at him, "Is that handkerchief still there? Dare you take it out and let me wipe my sweat."

"What handkerchief?" Chen Yong asked in a deep voice.

"Qianwu is carrying Beelzebub in the afternoon, you take the initiative to hand him the handkerchief to wipe his sweat." Jiang Chen was playing with the saber, the blade was shining coldly, he put the blade in front of his eyes for a while and then said softly: "Qianwu This person is so likable, but extremely difficult to get close to. Except for those powerful and self-righteous guys, I rarely see ordinary people take the initiative to make such an intimate gesture as handkerchief to him."

In the dark room, the person on the bed suddenly froze.

His eyes became cold, and he said: "It's all speculation without evidence, why kill me as an exile?"

"Based on intuition." Jiang Chen said.

Chen Yong sneered, "So, you're also a big boss with outstanding sensitivity and talent?"

Jiang Chen shook his head slowly when he heard the words, and said: "No, my red talent is very weak. Although it is not ruled out that my nerves deliberately suppress me, judging from the hue it assigns, I am simply dull."

"But I have been very sensitive to those who approach Qianwu with malicious intentions since I was a child."

Jiang Chen took two steps closer, lightly patted Chen Yong's shoulder with his saber, and said, "Stop pretending. Or just take out a handkerchief and let me see it."

The carefully disguised helplessness on the man's face disappeared, and after a while he sneered and said, "You want to kill me?"

"Do not."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, put the saber back into its sheath, looked at him coldly and said, "Since you admit it, let's make a deal."

"What deal?" Chen Yong asked.

Jiang Chen said, "I won't kill you, so don't make any headlines against our team. In this dungeon, you have already got four heads. As long as you can get out alive, you will be very profitable."

"The condition?" Chen Yong raised his eyebrows vigilantly.

Jiang Chen smiled, "Tell me what kind of nerve you are. This is only our second copy. Compared with killing you, it is more valuable to me to know more about the Exile."

"Heh." Chen Yong smiled and said, "As expected of Young Marshal Jiang."

He rolled up his sleeves, the camouflage on his arm slowly faded, and two new nerves emerged.

One was the deceiving brown that had been seen on Gigi, and the other was light gray.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Chen asked.

Chen Yong said softly, "It's recognition. People with high talent for recognition can quickly analyze who is available among the players in the dungeon, and they can find the boss better when they interfere with NPCs a lot in the dungeon."

"Very good talent." Jiang Chen praised, "So Qianwu should be the one you targeted on the first day?"

Chen Yong chuckled, "Well. People with high sensitivity and talent are more likely to trigger the BOSS. He should be the best hunted target in this dungeon."

Jiang Chen nodded, "That's true. He's deadly."

"You really don't want to kill me?" Chen Yong looked at him and asked.

"Do I look like a person who doesn't believe what he says?" Jiang Chen glanced at him, then turned around and said, "Mutual confidentiality, we don't offend each other."

He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind his back, his eyes fixed on the ground, his eyes gradually became cold.

Chen Yong's sigh of relief came from inside, Jiang Chen was silent for a while, then took out the piece of gauze stained with Qianwu's blood from his palm, and gently sandwiched it between the cracks of the two doors.

Mr. Commander remained expressionless, as if he had done nothing, went back to his room and took the red candle outside his door and put it on the ground.

He glanced down at it and said, "Please watch over the night, don't let the children rummage through the refrigerator in the middle of the night."

After a few seconds of silence, the red candle lit up reluctantly.

After Jiang Chen came back and went out again with a red candle, Qian Wu, who had finally fallen asleep, was woken up.

He closed his eyes and lay flat on the bed, hearing the sound of himself swallowing saliva.

Since he received the diagnosis of moderate depression a year ago, he has not had such a strong desire for anything for a long time.

Hunger, instead, brought a secret dopamine, which made him slightly excited.

Jiang Chen's blood is so sweet.

The ruthless Asura Young Marshal Jiang, it turns out that there is a little Tiantian hidden in his flesh.

Take a sip and want another sip.Suck along the neck to the collarbone, and then to the chest, gently scratch his skin, and chew the muscles again.

Speaking of which, in order to regain control of the military, Jiang Chen had been in the army for a while with those soldiers.

His taste should be better now.

The man lying on the bed with his eyes closed and suffering from hunger suddenly laughed, choking twice.

He was choking, the door was pushed open again, and Jiang Chen walked in.

"Woke you up?" Jiang Chen lowered his voice, "No way..."

Qianwu opened his eyes to look at him, and blinked slightly after a while.

"You didn't do good things in the middle of the night, and you went to murder Chen Yong and came back?"

Jiang Chen was a little surprised: "You know."

"I was skeptical at first, but I couldn't sleep to replay just now to make sure." Qianwu yawned, "Chen Yong is not a timid person, he took the initiative to discuss with us every time there was a new development, but today when he returned He fell far behind for no reason. When I looked back at everyone, I found that he was walking at the end of the line. I probably knew that I would commit a crime at that time and attack Beelzebub."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect this detail."

"You always ignore a lot of details." Qian Wu pouted his lips as he spoke, turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, caught a glimpse of his Adam's apple unexpectedly, and paused again.

Such a beautiful Adam's apple.

It's really wasteful not to chew.

Jiang Chen scowled.

"Don't look at me with the eyes of a hungry insect." He raised his hand to cover his neck, and said, "You have no food tonight."

Qian Wu sighed quietly, looked at the ceiling and muttered in a low voice: "It's really sad."

Tangjian candles were burning quietly outside, and the brightness of the candlelight seemed to be higher than usual, casting a hazy yellow in the room through the paper pasted on the door.

Through the door, Qianwu couldn't smell the disgusting smell, but as long as the candle light was on, he seemed to be sleepy naturally.

Not long after, he fell asleep in that hunger, and woke up vaguely once in the middle of the night, hearing Jiang Chen going out.Soon Beelzebub's crying and Jiang Chen's reprimands came from the courtyard, and Peng Peng was faintly heard screaming in fright, and the group of female players cried again.

Qianwu fell into a deep sleep, but couldn't open his eyes when he wanted to wake up, so he could only continue to suffer from hunger while dreaming.

Chaotic chaos, until the morning.

It was the first time for the players to sit together in the courtyard for breakfast. The woman provided a basket of rough-faced steamed buns with porridge this morning. No one complained, and the rest of the players ate with gusto.

Chen Yong died last night. It is said that Jiang Chen forcibly snatched his head from Beelzebub's mouth and only ate his body.

Beelzebub cried and quarreled with Jiang Chen, and finally wanted to eat Jiang Chen strangely and angrily, but Jiang Chen took out a red candle with his backhand, and made the child sick again.

"Then, I will use Chen Yong's eyes for the last two raisins. I have already taken them out and soaked them in wine." Zhong Liye had just completed the task of soaking wine with winding eyes early in the morning, but his appetite was not affected in the slightest. He gnawed on the steamed buns and said: " Let's go get oil today, shall we?"

"Let's go." The female player who proposed to kill Qianwu yesterday raised her hand, looked at Qianwu warily, and said, "But you don't need everyone to follow you, at least we don't want Qianwu to follow you." , what if he goes hungry and eats people on the way?"

Jiang Chen didn't deny it this time, nodded and said: "Then you go, I will stay in the yard and watch him."

Qian Wu, who was drinking porridge with his head down, put down his porridge bowl and glanced at him.

Jiang Chen was very cold, "It's not night yet, there is no blood to drink."

"..."

Qian Wu picked up the porridge bowl again, drinking it while hypnotizing himself this is blood this is blood this is blood.

When everyone left, only Jiang Chen and Qianwu were left in the yard.

Qian Wu went to the door of Chen Yong's room and took a look.

It can be seen that the fight last night was very tragic. The blood on the floor was dripping with a length of one or two meters. Chen Yong was eaten in a mess, and half of his body from the waist down was still thrown on the ground, surrounded by a group of flies.

"Beelzebub seems to be a bit picky eater." Jiang Chen walked over and said: "To sum up the rules, he usually eats the head first, then the upper body, and doesn't touch the lower body."

Qianwu didn't say a word, the intense hunger and nausea were intertwined, which made him a little uncomfortable.

He silently took out the paintbrush again and put it in his mouth.

Jiang Chen turned to look at him, "Just curious, why do you like to eat heads?"

"I don't know." Qianwu answered vaguely with a pen in his mouth, turned around indifferently, and said, "You ask him."

"We have to do something today." Jiang Chen came out and said: "The oven is still out, today is the fourth day, you can't hold on for long, right?"

Qian Wu took the pen from his mouth and said, "I suddenly thought of something. What does his mother Beelzebub do usually?"

"I don't know." Jiang Chen said, "I've been locked in my room all the time, except for occasionally coming out to eat, I basically don't see anyone. After Beelzebub cannibalism, she will reprimand her, but at the scene of cannibalism, no matter how big the trouble is, she can Never come out."

Qianwu couldn't help chuckling, "She's the only one who's smart."

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, after a while Qian Wu suddenly asked again: "Did Beelzebub go to the oil store with them?"

"Yeah. The request only said to bring him with him when looking for ingredients to ask at any time. Now that the ingredients have been confirmed, they are not willing to bring them, for fear that he will eat people again on the way." Jiang Chen said and glanced at the yard, "Last night for supper It was too much, and then I vomited again, I guess I still haven’t woken up.”

"Call him up." Qianwu said, "I want to take him to the cemetery again."

It was already afternoon when they arrived at the cemetery, Qianwu walked ahead with the kid on his back, Jiang Chen was a step behind dragging the sack.

Chen Yong's half body was contained in the sack. Mr. Commander was very unwilling to do this, but Qianwu insisted and was unwilling to do it himself.

The man guarding the cemetery saw them from afar, waved his hand and asked, "Why are you here again?"

Jiang Chen threw the sack on the ground, "New corpse, bring it for cremation."

"Oh." The man sighed, "I've been working a lot lately."

But he complained and complained, but he still worked hard without complaint.After untying the rope of the sack and seeing that there was only half a corpse inside, he was not too surprised, but just let out a disgusted "噫".

"What's going on with Beelzebub." He muttered, "He didn't like these rough-skinned and thick-skinned men before. Now it's good, suddenly I feel that I'm in danger."

Jiang Chen took a step closer and said in a low voice, "Don't mention the word Zhuangzhuang."

"Huh?" The man looked up and asked, "Why?"

With an indifferent expression, Jiang Chen took out his saber and patted him on the waist.

The man's face changed drastically in an instant, he avoided it calmly, and said, "If you don't mention it, don't mention it."

The cremation process seems to be very familiar.He first lifted the body onto the pile of firewood, then picked up an axe, and said, "The thick wood has to be chopped again, otherwise the smoke will be huge. If you have nothing to do, why don't you go back first?"

"It's okay." Jiang Chen said, "We want to watch here for a while."

Hearing this, the man didn't say anything else, and turned around to chop firewood.When he was working, his movements were simple and rough, the air was full of sawdust, his thick hands held the firewood and threw it around, a rough wooden thorn accidentally stuck into his palm, he pulled it out and threw it away, bowed his head to the blood that spewed out of his palm Chu Shang took a sip.

Jiang Chen suddenly heard two voices swallowing at the same time behind him.

"..."

He turned his head silently, only to see Beelzebub and Qianwu showing numb and empty expressions at the same time.After a while, Beelzebub wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and Qianwu silently picked up his pen again.

Qianwu hadn't eaten anyone after taking a mouthful of blood last night, Beelzebub ate half of Chen Yong's body but vomited half the night because of the red candle.

Right now, it's hard to say who's hungrier than the other.

The man didn't realize that the danger was lurking, so he lowered his head and continued to work. It didn't take long for the wood to be piled up.

Jiang Chen said, "This small village of yours is quite advanced, and you know how to cremate the dead."

"What do you mean by being advanced? We only started in the past two years." The man gathered the firewood pile and said, "Since the first cremation of the corpse a year and a half ago, everyone thinks it's good and dies cleanly." , and so it has been done.”

Qian Wu, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyes and looked over.

A year and a half, a sensitive number.

Jiang Chen asked in a low voice: "So the person who died a year and a half ago was the first one to be cremated in the village?"

"Well. You should know who he is, right?" The man turned his head and twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, "You didn't let me mention that."

Jiang Chen nodded, "I know."

"Then I won't say more." The man smiled.

Before becoming the incarnation of the devil, Beelzebub was the first person to be cremated by the village after death when he was still "strong".

The reason is "that's a clean death."

Qianwu stood in front of the pile of firewood with the imp on his back. The imp on his head was moving curiously. He took down the pen in his mouth and asked, "So, the first person to be cremated, his family agreed ?"

"I agree." The man smiled coldly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and said, "It was suggested by his family."

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Qian Wu, neither of them said anything, but they already understood each other.

It was Beelzebub's mother who proposed to cremate the body of the dead child.The woman said before that Beelzebub died suddenly after she was forbidden to eat rats and raw meat. Now it seems that she may be lying.

"I suddenly want to go back." The kid on the head said suddenly.

Qian Wu paused, and asked softly: "Why?"

"I don't know either." Beelzebub rubbed his stomach, "Actually, I'm still a little hungry looking at him lying there, but I hate that pile of wood piles, for no reason."

But before he finished speaking, the man had already polished the torch and lit the firewood pile.

The flames shot up quickly along the firewood, and in a blink of an eye they were dyed into a pile of raging fire.The tongue of fire licked the half of the corpse, the flesh was devoured and gradually disappeared in the crimson flames.

The firelight illuminated and warmed the surroundings, Qianwu felt beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat, and suddenly felt a chill on his forehead.

The kid drools again and drops it on his face.

He reluctantly raised his finger to wipe it off, but before his finger touched his forehead, he suddenly realized something and stood still in the air.

pat.

Another drop fell on his forehead.

He dipped it lightly, retracted his hand and looked at the crystal between his fingers.

That was not saliva, but Beelzebub's tears.