Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The phonograph was still repeating the words recorded by Qianwu, Jiang Chen reached out and pressed the switch.

"Peng Peng went back to sleep." He said, "The professor gave it away for nothing, and Peng Peng is now at the bottom. What do you think?"

Qian Wu's eyes still stayed on the gramophone, and he said after a while: "He is emotionally unstable and easy to lose control, but it's not obvious, we didn't notice it before."

"I have stretched myself, and I am also burdened with hatred. It is inevitable to have conflicting personalities." Jiang Chen said calmly, "Naturally optimistic, but a corner was cut off by the dark past. It is not bad for him, after all, It's pretty normal most of the time."

Qianwu just hummed, "Which one of our votes and Shan Yehua's vote is the real one, do you think?"

"It's all fake." Jiang Chen twisted the ballot with his fingertips.

Qian Wu sighed, "I think so too. If I'm not wrong, Master Fa hid the real ballots and left these fake ones. The little girl told me that no one has ever walked out of Qujing alive. Players must have stepped on the trap of Master Fa many times."

Jiang Chen frowned in deep thought, and said after a while: "That's not right. Master Fa is actually the same as Qujing people, hoping that one player can stay until the ninth day to complete the task. If he has already got Xuerou's real vote , Just destroy it, why bother to set us back."

Qian Wu suddenly raised his head, "You mean—"

"He realized that Ah Jiu's vote could kill him earlier than we did. He set up a cover-up because he didn't find the real vote himself." Jiang Chen's tone was decisive, and after a while, he tapped his fingertips on the back of Qianwu's hand , "I heard that Qu Jingren will burn her votes with her after she dies. Perhaps when Ah Jiu died, her votes disappeared."

"If this is the case, Ah Jiu must still have the ballot." Qian Wu said softly, "Tomorrow I will ask her directly."

The room was quiet, Qian Wu frowned and pondered for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Jiang Chen was staring at him with a melancholy expression.

"What's wrong?" Qianwu raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to do it again tomorrow?" Jiang Shen Shen wrapped his right hand, "This hand is not ready for the second time to catch the sword."

Qian Wu paused for a moment, his eyes were innocent.

"I have a premonition that you are going to say something unpleasant." Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes.

Qianwu said, "Actually, Ah Jiu gave up trying to induce me to hurt myself before I woke up. You really delayed the time by holding the knife, but even if you didn't—"

Jiang Chen's face began to darken.

Qian Wu paused, and smiled forcefully at him, "I'm sorry, let Young Marshal Jiang waste his time."

"I was dazzled by the beauty." Jiang Chen stood up indifferently, "Go to sleep."

"Jiang Chen." Qianwu called to stop him again.

Jiang Chen stood still and turned around, "What are you doing?"

"Give me your hand." Qianwu said, "Give me your pen too."

Jiang Chen paused silently, then reached out and pulled out the pen.

Qianwu took off the cap of the pen, leaned closer and sketched quickly on the gauze wrapped around his palm.

The light is dim, but the painter's hand is so fluid that bright vision doesn't seem to be needed.Jiang Chen lowered his eyes to look at the back of his hand, and the continuous mountains gradually formed on the gauze, reflecting a generous figure on the river.

"Duofushan." He said softly.

Qian Wu hummed, snapped the cap of the pen, straightened up and put it back into his pocket, and said, "Duo Fu, give your poor paw some good luck, let it heal quickly."

"Thank you." Jiang Chen withdrew his hand back, "Continue to be like this, bewitching the general to pick up the white blade for you again tomorrow."

Qianwu smiled and sighed, "I even said it's unnecessary."

"Hurry up and go to bed." Jiang Chen turned into a poker face again.

the next day.

There were footsteps coming and going in the corridor.The car is waiting below, and the players are still tossing and tossing about the costumes for the photo shoot.

"My heart is full of rejection." Peng Peng sat on the stool with a sullen face, "I don't want to prick this little guy."

Qianwu grabbed his exploding hair expressionlessly, "If you want to live, shut up."

"First of all, I am a cool guy, and secondly, I am a living person." Peng Peng looked at himself in the mirror and lamented, "Isn't my afro cool? Why do I have an apple head."

Zhong Liye and Qu Ying laughed so hard that they almost collapsed.

Qian Wu calmly said: "The setting of Qu Jing's era is destined to make these residents backward in aesthetics. Give them a little freshness, and maybe you can save your life."

"Someday death is still not death." Peng Peng muttered with red eyes, "Before death, I have to be stabbed before I die. I will ask someone to reason with it."

"If you can grab this day, your life will be yours." Qianwu tightened the little rubber band and helped him tidy up his hair, "I must ask Ah Jiu to give me the ballot tonight."

Jiang Chen, who had been cold and silent all this time, said, "Be content, Qianwu's hand will tie your hair, what else do you want?"

"It's an honor." Zhong Liye squeezed Peng Peng's shoulders with a smile, "By the way, do you have blush? I think it can be like the portrait Qianwu painted for you last time, with a little freckles on the blush. Let your cuteness explode."

"I'm a cool guy!" Peng Peng was furious, watched him open the drawer, and shouted again: "I don't want such a dark blush, give me a lighter one!"

Zhong Liye laughed so hard that he almost pulled down the entire drawer.

When they finally packed up Peng Peng and took them downstairs, the other players had already set off.

It's raining today, Master Fa has arranged several cars to send the candidates to take pictures.Qian Wu and Jiang Chen got into a car together, the old car shook violently when sitting up, Qian Wu stared at the back of the driver's head, thought for a moment and asked: "Have you been driving for Master Fa?"

"Yes." The driver replied, "Fat Master is my boss, and I will send him and his stars as well."

"Looking at this posture, there are more than a dozen drivers driving Faye alone. It's really a big business." Qianwu smiled casually, looking at the scenery outside the window, "Then you also drove for Ah Jiu?"

The car bumped on the uneven road, and the driver didn't answer.After driving through this sandy dirt road, he hesitated and said: "I have basically given away every star of Master Fa, but I am not familiar with them."

"That's it." Qianwu smiled, "Don't be nervous, I'm just curious, did the big stars who flirted with Qujing back then start by sending out materials and taking pictures on the streets like us. To be honest, I accept these arrangements every day. There is no future in sight. Master Fa is not fooling us, is he?"

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, Master Fa cares about you very much. This studio is already the best, even for Ah Jiu, all the photos of that year were taken here."

"That's it." Qianwu smiled, "That's good."

The photo studio is an antique three-story building.When Qianwu entered, Peng Peng had already been caught in front of the curtain to take pictures with a sullen face.

Jiang Chen looked at the list and came back and said, "It's not in order of ranking."

"Then put us back." Qianwu said and looked up upstairs, "Go up and have a look first."

The second floor is an entire floor of changing rooms and powder rooms, and the third floor is where photo manipulation takes place.Qian Wu casually pushed open the door of a dressing room on the second floor, and Jiang Chen continued to walk up behind him.

The dressing room was quiet, and there were wardrobes on several walls, full of all kinds of clothes.

Qianwu glanced at the men's clothing cabinet, and went directly to the women's clothing.The clothing in the photo studio is fully equipped, ranging from western-inspired dresses to retro cheongsams and gauze jackets.

He looked at several rooms along the way, and they were all similar.

The last room was locked, footsteps came from the stairs behind him, Qian Wu turned his head.

"Everything above is normal." Jiang Chen said.

There was also the sound of footsteps going down the stairs, Peng Peng trotted up and looked up at the two of them, "It's almost time for you two."

"Peng Peng, come here." Qian Wu waved to him, and after he pulled up, he pointed to the locked room and asked, "How's the Feng Shui in this room?"

"It's the best." Peng Peng turned his head and pointed to the opposite side, "Sitting north and facing south, the four directions are transparent. This is obviously the main seat."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen took out the saber with his left hand, pushed the saber out of its sheath, "Qianwu, do me a favor."

Qianwu picked up the lock.

"You two are quite skilled at picking the lock." Peng Peng swallowed, "No one will come up."

"Then you go and let the air go." Qian Wu said, "Give us 10 minutes, don't let anyone come up."

"It's easy to say." Peng Peng nodded resolutely, "No matter who comes up, I still have the ability to hold him for 10 minutes."

The door was locked and opened, and it was clearly a room with bright light, but the inside and sides of the windows were all glued together, the room was pitch black, and the smell of dust was heavy.

Jiang Chen saw Peng Peng hovering at the stairs, so he pushed the door behind him, "Have you brought the candle?"

"En." Qianwu took out the red candle from the lucky bag, and touched it lightly.

After a while, the red candle jumped out of a piece of candlelight and burned quietly.

"A lot of clothes." Jiang Chen couldn't help feeling, "It's a bit spectacular."

A room as big as Jiang's library, larger than the dozen or so rooms outside combined, with hangers densely lined up on the floor, hung with all kinds of cheongsams and skirts.The room was so full that you had to turn your body sideways between the hangers to walk in. Qianwu walked through two rows and said, "The last time I saw such a powerful cloakroom, it was probably in the Marshal's Mansion."

"My mother doesn't have as many clothes as hers." Jiang Chen said softly, "Many of the ones you saw were gifts from others, and she doesn't wear them very much."

Qianwu hummed.

There are about [-] or [-] hangers in a row, and there are eight rows and twelve columns at a glance.

"Thousands of clothes, each one is gorgeous and superior." Qian Wu said indifferently: "It is indeed Qu Jing who gave all his love."

"After a person dies, these clothes are just sealed like this, and they will not be changed hands, nor will they be worn by other celebrities." Jiang Chen said suddenly: "I feel more and more that people in Qujing have ghosts in their hearts, if they are upright, why not deal with it calmly? "

Qian Wu didn't comment, he seemed to be fascinated to look at those dresses one by one, gold, jade and pearls are common here, but even the simplest embroidered cheongsam is very moving.

"Half a library of munitions." Jiang Chen suddenly said behind him.

Qian Wu frowned, and couldn't help turning her head to look at him indifferently.

Jiang Chen was looking at these clothes thoughtfully, paused and shook his head again: "Maybe it's not enough. There are still jewelry over there, which is enough for two special operations teams under me for a year."

"Young Master Jiang only needs one sentence to destroy the charm of this house." Qian Wu turned his head speechlessly, "I really feel heartbroken for the future wife of the Jiang family."

"The Marshal's Mansion really doesn't need such a big room full of clothes." Jiang Chen said calmly: "But maybe we can free up the room where my father used to store fishing gear, and store the brushes and paints made by master craftsmen from all over the world. For higher aesthetic taste Things, I don't mind losing a few extra stockpiles of boring guns."

Qian Wu paused for a moment, then said indifferently: "I sincerely hope that the marshal can hear what you said."

"Father won't mind." Jiang Chen smiled, "Anyway, the youngest son is always the most favored in the Jiang family. Being spoiled by his parents, even the eldest son can't help spoiling him."

Qianwu flicked his clothes for a moment.

Jiang Chen looked at him quietly for a while, didn't wait for him to speak, so he sighed silently, "Forget it, it's meaningless to mention those old things, don't let it go—"

"Come here." Qianwu's tone suddenly became serious, "Come and see this."

Jiang Chen walked over, what Qianwu was holding was a red cheongsam.The neckline is buttoned with pearls, and the sides are embroidered with exquisite flowing clouds.

"A very beautiful cheongsam, what's wrong?" Jiang Chen asked.

Qianwu pulled out the cheongsam, and casually pulled another one from another hanger, holding them together in the air.

"Don't see the difference?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Jiang Chen paused, "One is red and the other is green."

"..." Qianwu choked, and leaned towards him, "Look at the size."

Jiang Chen frowned and looked up and down carefully, "The red one is a little longer."

"I can hardly believe that you grew up watching me draw." Qianwu said indifferently: "The red one has at least an inch of waist, and the cut line is different from the others, just to hide the waistline. .”

"This is really embarrassing for me." Jiang Chen looked at him complicatedly, "Why do you think I can see this?"

Qianwu was too lazy to speak again, so he hung the green one back casually, and continued to search for this row of hangers.

There were only five or six dresses with widened waists, and they were all of the same color and style. It should be Ah Jiu's favorite style during that time.

"Ajiu is pregnant." Qianwu said, "If you compare it to the pregnant nude model I drew at the beginning of the year, it should be three to four months old."

Jiang Chen looked at him in disbelief, "You still draw nude models during pregnancy?"

"People will always do some strange things when they have no inspiration." Qianwu said quickly and indifferently, "Do you also want to take care of the breakup period?"

Jiang Chen: "..."

Qianwu looked back at the door facing him, and thoughtfully said: "This dress is placed where it is easiest to get when entering the door, which means that it is the clothes that Ah Jiu often wore in the last days of his life. She is pregnant. Pregnant and dead."

Jiang Chen said in a deep voice after a while: "Then it's hard not to let us guess on one person."

"Master Fa." Qian Wu's eyes lightly gazing, and his voice was cold.

Before leaving the room, Qianwu pulled off the emerald button of the cheongsam with pearls embedded in the neckline.

The photo shoot lasted for two hours. Mr. Painter, who never accepted any cover invitations in the real world, was tossed into a frozen face, and he was already like a stiff robot when he got in the car.

It was still raining on the way back, the rainy road was difficult, the car was bumpy, and he leaned back on the seat and fell asleep again.

Since entering this dungeon, every time I linger in my sleep, there always seems to be a female voice singing those charming tunes.But the voice in the dream is different from the phonograph. Although the tenderness is still there, it is even more lonely and desolate.

When he woke up in the car, the voice in the dream was a little hoarse again. Qianwu listened to Ah Jiu singing in his dream, and the bloody red patch on her neck appeared over and over again in his mind.

"Qianwu." Jiang Chen called him softly, "Here we are, go back to sleep."

The singing sound went away in an instant, a gust of cool wind rolled into the compartment along the half of the door that Jiang Chen opened, Qian Wu felt his hair being blown to the side, and his cheeks felt cold.

He opened his sleepy eyes, and his eyes fell on the windbreaker he was wearing.

Jiang Chen got out of the car wearing only his shirt and held an umbrella, "Go back to sleep, don't catch a cold."

Qian Wu moved his legs and feet that were numb from sleep, got out of the car and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's early sunset today, and the ballots will probably be announced soon." Jiang Chen's voice was low, and after he got off the car, they walked to the house together, and said, "I just saw Peng Peng's car, and he passed the ballot box when he got off the car. The mood is pretty stable.”

Qian Wu nodded, wrapped Jiang Chen's windbreaker tightly, and asked, "Where is Shan Yehua?"

"Give me a look." Jiang Chen paused, "It seems that I succeeded."

"Two may die tonight." Qianwu said calmly, and after passing by Shan Yehua, he squinted his eyes and smiled at him in a friendly way, then passed by and returned to indifference, "Go find something to eat first, I'm afraid I'll wait for the dinner table I have no appetite."

The restaurant prepares exquisite snacks every day, and Qianwu caresses the pearl and emerald plate buckle while eating.

"You again..." Jiang Chen sighed helplessly, "I don't know how Ah Jiu feels when he sees it."

"She's dead, so what else can she feel?" Qianwu carefully licked the crumbs of the snack on her fingertips, "Among the hundreds of buckles, this one is the best one, and she will definitely Love this one the most. I'm going to give it to her in exchange for a vote she hides after being a ghost."

"..." Jiang Chen's eyes were complicated, "Mr. Qianwu really knows how to do business."

Qian Wu just smiled when she heard the words, "You don't understand, the jewels and dresses in that room represent the glory of her lost life."

Jiang Chen looked at him quietly upon hearing this.

"Speaking of which, I have also had paintings smashed by people. Many old paintings have been destroyed and cannot be repaired. Comparing my heart to my heart, if someone randomly picks one and wants to repair it and return it to me, I will give it to him no matter what conditions he asks." Qianwu suddenly mentioned , said in a calm tone, "Oh, after the breakup, I just became famous, and I haven't had so many follow-up reports, so you probably don't know."

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, Qianwu played with the collar button for a while, then turned his head to look at him.

"I really don't know, I haven't heard of it before." Jiang Chen slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, "There is still such a thing, why don't you ask someone to inform you, even if we break up, I can send someone to help you punish the perpetrators."

Qianwu just smiled, "Then let you see my joke?"

"That's right." Jiang Chen looked gentle, "You should be relieved now."

Qian Wu nodded casually, "It's better to have that experience earlier. Before that, I really felt that I was painting for someone who liked me, but now it's ridiculous to think about it."

"Qianwu, Jiang Chen." The little girl ran to the door, "The banquet is on, hurry up! Master Fa seems to be a little angry today, don't make him angry."

"Understood." Qianwu wrapped up the unfinished pastries for Jiang Chen to hold, and put the plate buckle into his pocket.

The little girl's eyes flickered suddenly, and then moved away awkwardly.

After a while, she turned her head again, and her eyes fell on Qianwu's pocket.

"What's wrong?" Qianwu seemed to be confused.

"You entered her dressing room." The little girl said in a very low voice, "It belongs to her, it's her favorite collar button."

Hearing the words, Jiang Chen silently turned his head and glanced at Qianwu.

Qianwu raised his eyebrows at him, then turned around, "Oh? I looked good, so I made it for fun. The clothes with these buttons are really nice, but unfortunately they are a bit bigger than other clothes. Are you pregnant or fat, do you know?"

The little girl's face turned pale instantly, Qian Wu approached her and found her eyes were red and her body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't be too nervous." Qianwu patted her shoulder lightly, and smiled at her gently, "Say what you want to say, don't say what you don't want to say. I just want to tell you that although I got No.1 yesterday, Not only did he not die, but he also chatted with the person you dare not mention for a while. I am different from the previous candidates, I know what Ah Jiu wants, and I can save Qu Jing."

The little girl trembled even more, as if she was going to burst into tears the next second.Qian Wu brushed past her, she suddenly said: "Don't let Lord Fa see that collar button."

"I know." The smile on the corner of Qianwu's mouth became wider, and he whispered: "I just helped Ah Jiu get a souvenir, she said that she misses Qu Jing very much."

"Really?" A tear fell from the little girl's eye socket, and then the tears fell like broken beads. She wiped the tears with her sleeve and murmured in a low voice: "Does Ajiu still miss you, she... Doesn't she even complain?"

The depths of Qianwu's eyes shrank slightly, but he didn't say anything, just turned and left in silence.

"There is no doubt about it." Jiang Chen whispered behind him: "It is definitely not the problem of Master Fa, the whole city owes Ah Jiu."

Qian Wu didn't say a word, before entering the restaurant, he turned his head to look at the torrential rain curtain outside the window.

There is also a plaque hanging in the backyard of the Qujing Grand Stage, and the gold-plated characters on it are shining under the heavy rain, as if they will be washed away in the next second.

Suddenly, crying broke out in the restaurant.

Qianwu came back to his senses, and stepped into the threshold in two steps.

Shan Yehua knelt on the ground, throwing the ticket with Xue Rou's name on it.

There are two words written on the ticket: Dafa.

"Someone is playing tricks." Fa Ye said with a sneer. "Fake ballots can recognize people. Whoever writes on them will run out of the ballot box and return to that person's hand. You guys You don't want to improve your popularity, but you set the abacus on me instead?"

Shan Yehua frantically tore at the ballot, "How could this happen! I obviously found it, and this is obviously—"

"Hush——that's just a gadget I made when I was bored, and I threw it aside casually. Ah Jiu died a long time ago, and there is no vote for her in this world." Faye sneered and took out the stack of life and death deeds from his arms, and said neatly Pulling out Shan Yehua's card, he paused with his fingertips, and said, "By the way, I will announce today's last name—"

The back of Peng Peng who was sitting was stiff for a moment, and he tightly held Zhong Liye's hand.

The muscles in Zhong Liye's legs were tense, and he was obviously ready to rush forward to grab the life-and-death contract.

"Hang Bin." Master Fa raised his eyebrows regretfully, "If that person didn't kill himself yesterday, and it's not your turn today, then go to hell and blame him."

The student's brother fell from the stool with his legs limp. He turned over the stool and made a loud noise. He shook his head desperately and said, "No, no, no... there should be someone behind me, it's him! It's Peng Peng! Look again, Mr. Fa. !"

"There's nothing to see, the number of votes can't be wrong." Master Fa shook his head lightly, stroked the two life-death contracts together, and decisively tore them apart.

The sound of paper breaking was accompanied by the crying of the two people who stopped abruptly.

Master Fa put the remaining seven life and death deeds back into his chest, and his eyes finally fell on Qian Wu and Jiang Chen at the door.

Then, the old man squeezed out a hypocritical and kind smile.

"My No.1 and No.2 are here, I'm sorry, you guys are too slow, I really don't have the patience to wait for you." He said, his eyes fell on the pocket of Jiang Chen's windbreaker that Qianwu was wearing.

There was only one thing in the windbreaker pocket, which was the ballot that Jiang Chen found yesterday.

After a while, Master Fa smiled and looked away and said, "Did you see how Shan Yehua died?"

No one answered, Qianwu stared at him in silence.

Master Fa waved his hand, "No.1, my big star, I hope you behave better."

"Feel sorry."

Qianwu sat down calmly, "I will try my best, but there is a high probability that I won't be able to."

"Oh?" Master Fa raised his eyebrows, "What does this mean, is it difficult for you to be obedient?"

Qian Wu silently picked up the teacup, and Jiang Chen sat down beside him.

"It's really hard."

Mr. Commander looked calm, "It is very difficult to make him obedient, and it is easy to provoke rebellion. I advise you not to try."

The author has something to say: Only those who are lonely and unruly will attract the nerves.

The little nerve rubbed the ground greedily and murmured.