Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"Love me with falsehood, destroy me with falsehood."

Qian Wu held the ballot and murmured all the way, being led back to the room by Jiang Chen's hand.

He went into the bathroom with Jiang Chen to wash his hands and face as if he lost his soul, and then he was put on the bed.

"Return to God." Jiang Chen covered his hands with a hot towel, and said worriedly: "No matter what you see, it's all the old things of the undead. Our mission is revenge."

"I want to stay alone." Qian Wu said softly.

"Then I'll put the phonograph with you first." Zhong Liye put the phonograph back on his bedside table, hesitantly said: "You have a good rest, tomorrow the people in the photo studio will set up a camera to take stage photos for us, and print them on the stage. In the newspaper. Tomorrow, if you have time, let's listen to the recording together."

"Yeah." Qianwu looked at the sheets calmly, "Understood, you guys go."

Zhong Liye: "How about we stay here with..."

"Let's go." Jiang Chen stood up and interrupted him, "Let him stay alone."

Zhong Liye had no choice but to leave with Jiang Chen.Qianwu waited for both of them to leave before taking out the ballot from his pocket to look at it.

The small red characters are blood-stained, and it looks hideous and frightening at first glance, but when you hold it up close and look closely, you feel that the writing is fine and delicate, and Ah Jiu's tenderness is everywhere.

He suddenly remembered that when he first met Ah Jiu last night, Ah Jiu said that maybe she died so suddenly and too quickly, so that until now, she didn't know whether the love for Qu Jing had disappeared.

Qianwu's heart felt sore, he gently stroked the two lines of small bloody characters.

"Once upon a time." He said to the ballot, "I also think that my fans are the people who understand me best in the world. Even if we don't know each other across the vast sea of ​​people, we still have a spiritual friendship. Later I learned that most people's Love is just a gust of wind, and it will run with a bigger wind."

The ballot rubbed his fingers softly, as if Ah Jiu was comforting him.

Holding the ballot, Qianwu suddenly thought of something, turned around and clicked the switch of the phonograph, turning the volume to the softest.

After a rustling background noise, a tender and hoarse female voice suddenly appeared on the gramophone.

The first time is exquisite and light makeup, the second time is the red mulberry on the hedge, the third time is the jade oak powder, and the fourth time is the fragrant boudoir leaning on the hall.

Five times the cold fragrance of gold paper, six times snow milk cinnamon sugar, seven times Xintai old wine, eight times the city looks high.

The tears of kindness are hard to disappear, and I hope that Jing will take care of Jiuniang every year.

Qianwu listened to the female voice's hoarse and melodious singing, even if the undead sang with resentment, it still seemed to have the eyebrows of the past floating in front of her eyes.She and Qu Jing had a long-term relationship, and the relationship was over, but she was the only one who refused to leave.

Qianwu turned his head in a haze of vision, the surface of the bronze phonograph was shining, showing his shadow.

He suddenly found that his eyebrows and eyes in the shadow were slowly and subtly changing, gradually blending with Ah Jiu's appearance.After a moment of recovery, the shadow has completely turned into Ah Jiu's gentle and affectionate eyebrows.

The gramophone rustled, and suddenly a woman's low voice came from inside.

"Qianwu, let me borrow your voice to sing another song for Qu Jing."

Diva Ying in the brass nodded slowly.

After sitting there for some time, the figure on the gramophone returned to Qianwu's usual appearance.He reached out to turn off the machine, and was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard a slight knock of the door.

There was a very light and calm knock on the door, only one knock, and then it stopped abruptly.Sloppy people might only think that the door was blown by the wind, and they would never think of someone standing outside.

Qianwu was stunned for two seconds.

This was a trick Jiang Chen often played with him when he was a child.At that time, he sneaked into Jiang's kitchen in the middle of the night to eat sweets, and tiptoed back to the room with the things in his hands. When he returned, the corridor was obviously empty. Whenever he just sat down and opened a picture album to enjoy the wonderful night time, Jiang Shen would knock lightly on his door.

Just tap once, and leave when you're done.Casually, with the arrogance of a marshal, as if telling him, I saw you.

After a while, Jiang Chen said outside the door, "I'm coming in."

As he spoke, he pressed the doorknob, opened the door and came in with food in his hand.

"The hanging pears that the little girl cooked at night, I warmed them up, and I have some snacks." Jiang Chen untied the rope tied on the oil paper and said, "If you fill your stomach, you will naturally be sleepy, otherwise you will not be able to sleep tonight. .”

There were several old-fashioned snacks wrapped in the paper, Jiang Chen held them over, and Qian Wu reached out and took a piece subconsciously.

"You didn't leave."

Jiang Chen nodded, and ate with him, "I'm a little worried, come and see you."

Qianwu bit the delicate red bean stuffing, and it took a while before he said, "Ah Jiu was killed by the people of Qujing. He died on the way to the stage on September [-]th."

"Well, I guessed a little bit." Jiang Chen nodded lightly, "This dungeon is not very friendly to you, but fortunately it is coming to an end."

Qian Wu looked up at him, "Unfriendly to me?"

"Don't you think that Ah Jiu is very similar to you?" Jiang Chen smiled helplessly, "You are all very pure artists, spending time in the secular world will inevitably suffer."

Hearing this, Qianwu sipped the soup from the enamel pot, and said after a long time: "She doesn't count, she takes them too seriously."

After drinking the sweet soup, it was as if a warm hand was holding a person's spiritual head, Qianwu sighed, "Okay, I'm really going to sleep this time."

"Did you listen to the gramophone just now?" Jiang Chen asked.

Qian Wu nodded, "I already have the complete lyrics of Jiu Hui Yan. She wrote a song full of love and gratitude with the imagery of Qu Jing's grace in the past eight years."

"Yeah." Jiang Chen stood up, "Wash your mouth before going to bed, be careful of toothache."

He picked up his things and turned to leave. Qianwu lay on the bed, watching his back.

Jiang Chen is a very amazing person. More than ten years later, he has grown into a tall and resolute officer. His speech and demeanor even have the shadow of Marshal Jiang in the past, but he is still doing the same thing as when he was ten years old.

Qianwu seemed to be standing at the boundary between himself and Ah Jiu's life, Jiang Chen appeared and beckoned, and he was able to pull him back here.

He gently folded the ballot papers and put them in his pocket.

When taking pictures the next day, the newspaper staff set up a dark old-fashioned camera in front of the Qujing Grand Stage.Peng Peng was arranged to take a test shot. The man squeezed and blew up the balloon, the shutter clicked, and a dazzling light flashed.

"I've only seen this ancient thing in movies." Peng Peng rubbed his eyes and jumped off the stage, "Let me see."

"What era do you think this is? The finished film has to be developed before it can be developed." Zhong Liye observed closely behind the camera: "It is indeed old enough. This image is too primitive. The people in the camera are upside down, left, right."

The tabloid reporter sighed beside him, "What are you talking about? This is Qu Jing's best camera."

Qian Wu, who was standing silently at the side and staring at the stage in a daze, suddenly turned his head, and when he heard the word Qu Jing, he seemed to be burned.

The reporter said: "The equipment has been adjusted, let's proceed according to the current rankings, Qianwu will shoot first."

Hearing this, Qian Wu stared at him for a while, then turned and walked towards the stage expressionlessly.

"What's wrong with him?" The reporter asked the people next to him worriedly, "It seems that he is not in shape, and his clothes are still the same as the day before yesterday. Will it affect his popularity today?"

Jiang Chen said: "It's not important, let's shoot."

"Then... okay." The reporter nodded hesitantly, but immediately changed his head and said, "Wait a minute, it's about the most popular candidate, I'd better ask Master Fa for instructions."

"I'll go with you." Jiang Chen said, "Fa Ye likes to meddle in other people's business, and needs someone who understands to persuade him."

They turned and left together, Qianwu stood on the stage, looking up at the guest seats that wrapped the stage layer by layer.The Qujing Grand Stage was so empty, but just those empty seats seemed to be able to be suppressed at any time, engulfing the people on the stage.

"Oh my god!" Peng Peng suddenly yelled, and fell back on the ground.

"Haunted! Haunted!" He pointed at the camera with a trembling hand, "If any of you look at that camera, is it because I'm crazy or Qianwu is crazy!"

Qian Wu was startled, and looked back at the audience, where Zhong Liye was staring at the camera.

He looked stern, and after a moment he paused and said, "Qianwu?"

"What's wrong?" Qianwu asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"In the camera—" Zhong Liye swallowed, "It's not you."

Qu Ying approached and tremblingly said: "It's a very beautiful woman, red cheongsam, emerald collar button... It's not you in the camera, it's her appearance."

There was a flash of surprise in Qianwu's eyes, but he regained his composure in an instant. He raised his hand and said, "What about now?"

"The woman raised her hand." Qu Ying said blankly: "You are one body."

Peng Peng suddenly stood up from the ground and pointed at himself seriously, "Are you sane now? Who am I?"

Qian Wu paused, "A fool."

"..." Peng Peng turned his head indifferently and said to Zhong Liye, "It's him, that's right."

"What's the situation." Qu Ying looked away from the woman in the camera, "My scalp is numb, you won't be possessed by Ah Jiu from morning till night, right?"

"It's actually possible. I saw her face on the reflection of the record player last night. I thought it was an illusion in the middle of the night." Qianwu pondered for a while, "Yesterday she pushed me violently, and then I saw her face. Her shattered memory, maybe at that time, she was already half attached to me."

"Tanima is scary." Pengpeng muttered and raised his hand to wave at him, "Hi, Miss Xuerou, I am a good person, Pengpeng, don't hurt me, you are so beautiful."

Qu Ying laughed uncontrollably, "There's something wrong with you."

"The boss is mad at you." Zhong Liye couldn't help but sighed with a smile, "Okay, anyway, we can see that Qianwu looks normal to the naked eye, so let's just pretend nothing happened."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Chen came in from the outside, and the reporter followed behind him.

Just as Peng Peng was about to speak, Zhong Liye pulled him and said, "Young Marshal Jiang, let's see if Qian Wu looks good in the camera."

"Does it look good?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, approached without knowing why, bent down and took a look at the camera.

"Your collar is a little wrinkled here." Jiang Chen pointed to his neckline on the right side, just as he raised his hand, he suddenly realized the imaging problem, and switched to the left side, "Take it up, it looks weird .”

The three people behind were already dumbfounded.

Peng Peng stared at the camera in a daze, and swallowed loudly, "This, Qianwu?"

"Otherwise, it's not him, could it be you?" Jiang Chen frowned and looked at him, "There is something wrong with you, hurry up and ask the reporter to take pictures, it's too hot, so finish filming early and call it a day."

"Look again." Peng Peng pursed his lips, "This is obviously not Qianwu."

Jiang Chen's expression darkened upon hearing this.

Peng Peng stepped on the edge of Mr. Commander's anger, and broke down: "Really! It's really not Qianwu, it's clearly a ghost on the stage."

"..."

Jiang Chen rolled up his sleeves casually, and said softly to himself: "If I hit someone mentally, maybe the people in the Disciplinary Committee won't know... Well, even if they know, it doesn't matter, if I'm a fool, I just hit it. "

Peng Peng: "..."

"What Jiang Chen saw was actually different from what we saw..." Qu Ying said thoughtfully: "Maybe it's just a blindfold, people who are calm and determined enough will not be deceived."

Jiang Chen paused when he heard the words, as if he understood something, he bent down and moved closer to the camera.

Although the person in the camera is upside down, left and right, but his eyebrows and eyes remain the same, he can recognize it no matter what, it is Qianwu.

"What's the matter, what are you talking about." The reporter walked over after washing his hands, "Is the camera not right? I've tried it just now."

"It's okay." Jiang Chen stood up straight suddenly, blocking the camera with his body, and said: "Qianwu is picky about composition, he said that the angle you just found is not good, let me stare at the camera, and you are responsible for pinching the shutter."

"That's it." The reporter sighed, "Yes, after all, painters must know better than me, so let's do it like this."

Jiang Chen himself stood behind the camera and stared at the camera. The reporter yelled three two one, pinched the blown balloon, and the shutter snapped, freezing the frame.

It was noon when we went back after taking the photos, and Qianwu lay on the bed after eating lunch.After dealing with Ah Jiu for two consecutive nights, his mental state became worse and worse, and he was so sleepy during the day that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

But the afternoon sun was very strong, and the window screens in the house couldn't cover the light, so he could barely close his eyes to rest.

The little girl suddenly appeared at the door and knocked lightly.

"Qianwu, are you suffering from heat stroke?" She held a tray in her hand, "Jiang Chen asked me if I had anything to refresh me, and I asked the kitchen to make some iced sour plum juice, would you like to try it?"

"Okay." Qianwu sat up.

The little girl came in and put the tray down on the bedside table, first covered the phonograph with a handkerchief, then picked up the cup and handed it over, saying, "Be careful, don't splash on the machine."

"You seem to be very concerned about this gramophone." Qianwu said casually, "Is this thing expensive?"

"It can't be said that it is very expensive." The little girl shook her head, looked back at the empty door after a while, and said in a low voice, "She treasures records, gramophones, and these things. It's just a habit left from serving her in the past."

"That's it." Qianwu paused for a moment, then asked again, "By the way, my friends and I counted the seats on the Qujing Grand Stage today, a total of 790. How many people are there in Qujing? On the day of the performance on the [-]th, they Will they all come?"

"Not counting the candidates, Qujing has a total of 790 people." The little girl said, "Although the Qujing Grand Stage has been closed for a long time, the seats are still controlled at any time according to the population of Qujing to ensure that it will always be able to accommodate everyone Audience figures."

Qian Wu put down the sour plum juice, "I don't understand, where are the two remaining?"

"One is me, and the other is Master Fa." The little girl sighed, "Neither of us will ever watch a show."

"why?"

The little girl said, "Grandpa Fa doesn't really like to watch performances, he is just a very pure celebrity businessman. I... I really want to watch performances, but the so-called big stage in the past is actually just a stage for her alone. She performed I was doing makeup and changing clothes for her in the background, preparing a glass of plum juice after stepping off the stage, so I didn’t watch it. She also said that she hoped that I would not become her fan. Fans are very good, but she also needs a Someone else is with her."

Qianwu was silent when she heard the words, and the little girl sighed, "Did I not explain clearly? I'm sorry, I'm too stupid, but I don't really understand, that's what she said."

"I understand." Qianwu smiled, and put the cup back on the tray in her hand, "So this cup of sour plum juice was what Miss Xuerou liked to drink back then."

"Yes." The little girl nodded and smiled: "She is very afraid of heat, and she often loses her temper every year during the hot summer season. When she loses her temper, I will drink this for her. After she cools down, she turns back into a lovely Jiu."

As she spoke, her smile suddenly stopped, she lowered her eyebrows and eyes to cover up her sorrow, and said in a low voice, "I've talked too much."

Qianwu watched her leave.

There are four thousand and 790 people, and there are two people who have no place.The little girl didn't deserve to die, but Master Fa had to be killed in another way.

Players can't take action against Fa Ye or any residents. They can only fulfill Ah Jiu's wish, and use Ah Jiu's hand to kill Qu Jing and wash away the grudge.

After drinking the cold plum juice, I finally relieved the heat.Qian Wu lay down again, and fell asleep after a while.

This is a quiet dream, without Ah Jiu, and without the sound of the phonograph.

He seemed to have only fallen asleep for five or six minutes, but when he was awakened by the sound outside the corridor, the sky had already darkened, the setting sun was dying, and the light and shadow were dim.

Jiang Chen stood at his door, he sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The photo has been developed." Jiang Chen paused, "It's still normal for me to see the photos in the newspaper, but what Peng Peng and the others see is not. They can only see the eight of us, and Ah Jiu. "

"Where's the newspaper? Let me take a look." Qianwu stretched out his hand calmly.

There were nine candidates in the newspaper that Jiang Chen handed over. Among the nine candidates, only Qian Wu disappeared and was replaced by Ah Jiu in a cheongsam.

Qianwu gently stroked Ah Jiu's eyebrows, then pointed at her and asked, "Here, what you see is me? Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Jiang Chen sighed helplessly, "It seems that only I see you, and everyone—seemingly including yourself, sees her."

Newspapers with stage photos of the nine people had already spread in the streets and alleys, and the whole Qujing was blown up.Qian Wu walked down the stairs, and looked at the people swarming outside through the open door.

"Qianwu! Do you know Ah Jiu?"

"Why is Ah Jiu in your photo? Did Ah Jiu come back through your body?"

"We miss her so much! We are sorry for her! Let her come back and sing us another song, please tell her!"

The faces of those people showed extreme madness again.

The excitement and happiness they had pretended for the past few days disappeared, and they shouted very eagerly.Even though he asked in honorific terms, his expression was still almost indifferent and commanding.

"Let her come back! After singing Jiuhuiyan!"

"Return Qu Jing's happiness to Qu Jing!"

Qianwu stood on the steps with a cold expression.

The moment he spoke, the people outside automatically silenced their voices.

"She will finish singing Jiuhuiyan." There was a little coldness in his black eyes, and then he looked away again, lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I will be on stage on September [-]th, and you all must come."

A man in a plain shirt stood on the steps, with handsome eyes and red lips as bright as blood.

That bit of beauty is like a formerly glamorous singer, standing on the stage, smiling tenderly at the roaring mountains and tsunami below.

"Must come! Definitely come!"

The crowd went crazy again, "We must all come!"

Qianwu smiled, and said, "These are my friends, don't vote for me all. After you go back, the neighbors will discuss it and vote for each of my friends. If they If I get eliminated, I don’t want to be on stage.”

"No problem!" Those people shouted: "As long as you are happy, anything is fine, let's go back and discuss voting!"

"Thank you." Qianwu looked at them with a smile, "Then, see you on September [-]th."

The people outside wept with joy as they pulled out their ballots and ran out to the front yard to vote while discussing loudly.

Qianwu glanced at the other players in the hall, and the other seven were all there, except for Peng Peng.

In the afternoon, Jiang Chen asked for the ballot and handed it to Peng Peng.Master Fa stared at the two of them too closely, but Peng Peng was always on the verge of life and death, and was the least concerned.

Qian Wu looked back and smiled lowly, standing there watching those people scrambling to throw the ballots with their names written on them into the ballot box.

"What's going on." Fa Ye suddenly stood behind him, with a cold tone, "Why does your photo turn into that woman, have you seen her before?"

Qian Wu turned around and smiled, "I've been No.1 for the past two days, I've been dreaming about her every night, does Master Fa know her well?"

"It's okay." Fa Ye looked at him inquiringly, and said, "It's just a dream? Do you have a conversation?"

"Of course." Qian Wu walked up two steps with a smile, stood in front of Master Fa, and said with a smile, "She asked me to convey a word."

Within a short distance, the man's pupils shrank suddenly.

Qian Wu laughed even louder, and said softly: "She said that she agrees with your opinion, she will leave the stage and support future generations."

"What..." Master Fa was stunned, but suddenly realized something, his eyes widened.

Qian Wu smiled and said: "She is going to support you as a descendant, starting from today."

The voice fell, and dusk was approaching.

The servants outside shouted in a drawn-out voice: "Ticket cut-count—"

Qian Wu stepped up the steps with a smile, whispering softly in Fa Ye's ear.

"Damn you."

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