Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Welcome to the Milk Frozen Mud Detective Agency. I am the DM for this game. During the game, face-to-face contact and self-destruction are prohibited. If you have any questions outside the game, please raise your hand to speak."

The detective agency employee, dressed in a cheap black suit, was carrying a folder. He was chubby and spoke with a somewhat non-standard, broadcasting-like accent.

"Detectives, please choose one of the scripts on the table and read it carefully. After you've finished reading, please ring the bell to call me!"

dm picked up the service bell on the table, symbolically rang it twice, and then turned and left.

The moment the door closed, he stretched and glanced wearily at his watch.

People are still playing dungeons at midnight. Aren't they afraid of having nightmares after they finish?

Oh well, he gets overtime pay anyway, so what's the big deal?

Just as he was about to light a cigarette, he felt a light tap on his shoulder or back. dm was startled and turned his head to look.

She was a short, slender, and beautiful girl with porcelain-white skin and light-colored lips that gave her a sickly fragility.

Deep-set eyes with moist, drooping corners, eyes that seemed to look at everyone with deep affection, were now staring at him with a sinister gaze.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Su Mian asked expressionlessly, "Can we jump out of the car now?"

dm immediately looked troubled.

"Guests, this is a restaurant originally for five to eight people, and you are already at the minimum number. If you jump ship now... I mean, it will be very difficult."

To make matters worse, his overtime pay also disappeared.

"And I remember you were a guest performer, which makes things even more complicated. It's good that you two know each other..."

"That's why."

Su Mian interrupted him, "My ex-boyfriend is inside."

That two-timing scumbag, Zhou Yichen.

dm's mouth gaped slightly; this was the first time he had ever seen something like this, and for a moment he didn't know how to handle it.

Su Mian frowned slightly, her lips pressed into a straight line.

She is a passionate fan of murder mystery games, and all original games, especially horror-themed ones, hold a special attraction for her.

My roommate is cosplaying, she's playing dungeons; my roommate goes out to karaoke, she's playing dungeons; my roommate is studying hard at the library, she's still playing dungeons.

Even the detective agencies near the university where Su Mian studied couldn't keep up with the speed at which she played the games.

She probably forgot to check the almanac before going out today, which is why she ran into that jerk.

However, she had wanted to work on the book "Orphan's Lament" for a long time, and with final exams just two days away, she would be even busier.

Su Mian coughed twice, covered her mouth, clicked her tongue, and said, "Never mind," before turning and going back to her room.

There was only one script left on the table, with the words "Migo" on the cover.

He is clearly the protagonist of this script.

She picked up the script and started flipping through it.

The boy sitting opposite her clearly recognized her, but he wasn't flustered at all. He put his arm around the waist of the girl with braids next to him and provocatively picked up the bell and shook it.

It was obvious that they were deliberately preventing her from having time to look at the book.

dm quickly returned to the scene and began reading the opening remarks. Eager to leave work, he didn't think anything was wrong.

"I'm sure you detectives are already aware of your identities. You are children who have just been admitted to the Sunshine Orphanage. Here, all the children have quirks."

He suddenly lowered his voice, leaned forward slightly, and a strange nursery rhyme suddenly started playing from somewhere.

The girl with braided hair was so frightened that she burrowed into Zhou Yichen's arms. Zhou Yichen patted her reassuringly, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

Yu Mao Mao is his girlfriend whom he just started dating last week. She is well-behaved, sensible, and generous, but she is not very proactive. So he wanted to take Yu Mao Mao to do something exciting.

She absolutely refused to play escape room games, so the two of them settled for murder mystery games instead.

Little did he expect to run into his ex-girlfriend, Su Mian.

A sense of superiority welled up inside him, and he glanced smugly at the person opposite him, only to see her looking down intently at her book, completely ignoring him.

……

A boring, expressionless face.

"The ultimate goal of this game: Please find out who among the people present is the real orphan."

dm spoke softly, and suddenly with a "snap," the entire room plunged into darkness, leaving only a few electronic candles whose yellowish light shone on people's faces.

Fish Hat let out a gasp, and Wang Zhe across from him let out an excited monkey-like shout.

"Wow, that's exciting! Is the opening already this thrilling? Will ghosts come out and scare us?"

dm: "..."

To be honest, he didn't expect the lights to go out suddenly, but out of good professional ethics, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.

Perhaps the manager suddenly returned and forgot there was still a table of customers, so he turned off the main switch when he left work.

dm made wild guesses, and a chilly wind blew in from who-knows-where, making his neck feel cold.

"Now, please place your palms on the inkpad in front of you and leave your handprints on the orphanage agreement."

Su Mian stretched her hand forward and placed it in the round grid. Instantly, her palm turned red. Her pupils trembled, and she immediately withdrew her hand.

The icy touch carried a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood.

It's not ink pad.

It's blood.

In an instant, all the electronic candles went out, and Fish Hat's scream was swallowed up in a hurricane.

"What the hell is going on? Why is it liquid?!"

Did you press it?

"I pressed it, it's the same anyway..."

How could they be the same?!

Su Mian's heart was pounding. She put her palm to the tip of her nose to check again.

It's blood!

This agreement cannot be signed. Before she could think it through, Su Mian instinctively tried to stand up, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The hand wearing a white glove pressed her down.

Is it DM?

A gust of cold wind swept over her from behind, and she swallowed hard, turning her head slightly to the side.

They were wearing the same black suit, but their tall and slender figures clearly indicated they were not the same person.

Su Mian's forehead was covered in sweat. Alarm bells were ringing. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull her hand back, but she was no match for the other person.

My wrist was gripped tightly.

Down, down.

The blood-red handprint was ultimately pressed onto the agreement.

Su Mian was panting heavily, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The "DM" that was pressing down on her suddenly disappeared, and the eerie nursery rhyme gradually stopped.

The world has returned to peace and clarity.

The sound of children playing noisily reached my ears.

They are probably no longer in the detective agency.

The muscles of the sleeper tense up when they realize this.

It felt like a dream, sudden and chilling.

It appeared in a real orphanage.