Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

At this point, Su Mian immediately got goosebumps.

She recalled her conversation with the couple, and how the crows that risked their lives, crashing into the ground and bleeding profusely, might be hinting that the souls of the dead were trying to enter but were blocked at the edge of yin and yang, foreshadowing an irreversible outcome.

So, is it possible that the real orphan refers to the "living dead" who are already dead but still living like corpses, and that this person is among them?

However, there was no weight field in the player's profile, and the clue ended there. 4399 urged her to hurry up and leave.

Su Mian put the documents back in their place, and then she heard footsteps coming from outside the door not far away, getting closer and closer.

Su Mian hurriedly crouched down and hid inside the desk, the door clicking open.

Three footsteps approached. Su Mian hugged her knees, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a shadow fell, and Su Mian's body stiffened. She slowly raised her head and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

DM leaned against the side of the chair with his right hand, his well-defined fingers supporting his chin, and his gaze shifted to the couple.

"Mrs. Guan, Mr. Guan, have you made up your mind?"

Madam Guan pulled out a file and placed it on the table, her soft, slender eyes revealing satisfaction.

"Let's go with this one, Lezhi. She's the only little girl who's so engrossed in reading in the library. She's definitely going to be a great kid in the future."

DM chuckled softly and teased, "You two really have a bit of an obsession with being smart."

Madam Guan covered her face and smiled, offering no explanation. DM did not immediately accept it; he tapped his temples with his knuckles and spoke casually.

"Where's Migo? Don't you like that child?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a warm touch on his ankle, the force of which seemed quite strong and carried a hint of resentment.

But for him, it was like a kitten scratching an itch.

"Migo..."

Madam Guan immediately looked troubled. She started flipping through the documents again, explaining as she read, "Miguo is quite smart, and she's also very pretty. She has the air of a well-bred young lady, not like an orphan."

"He seems a bit weak and his blood and energy are not very good."

She became more and more hesitant as she spoke, and even started comparing the two documents.

Su Mian was so angry she laughed, and a hint of crack appeared on her usually indifferent face.

My mind immediately filled with profanities.

The stuffy, cramped environment caused her back to break out in a fine sweat, and the air was filled with the faint, cool scent of alcohol emanating from DM, as strong and refreshing as brandy, making her head spin.

DM: "However, Migo... has some flaws."

"Really?" Mrs. Guan put down the file, looking very interested.

DM did not speak immediately, but casually put his hand down, which just happened to be placed in front of Su Mian's chest.

He opened his palm and beckoned to Su Mian, as if asking her to give him something in exchange for his right to refuse on her behalf.

After a moment of hesitation, a key fell into his palm.

……

DM paused for a moment before looking at the filing cabinet not far away.

Seeing this, Su Mian immediately sensed something was wrong.

You guessed wrong.

He seemed unaware that he had stolen the key.

……

The hand tucked the keys into the suit pocket, then reached down again with incredible speed. Su Mian instinctively tried to dodge, but couldn't.

"Hmm!"

He lifted the soft flesh of her cheek with his fingertips, the force carrying an undeniable aggressiveness, showing absolutely no pity.

Su Mian let out a soft cry.

"Her weakness is..."

"I love so much."

Su Mian lost her balance and collapsed onto his calves, the smell of cold alcohol hitting her nostrils, looking dazed and slightly disheveled.

DM remained calm, as if none of this concerned him.

"So, I'm sorry, you can't take Migo away."

The couple exchanged a glance, a fleeting understanding in their eyes, before quickly composed themselves. They nodded, tacitly agreeing not to ask any further questions, and put Migo's file back down.

"Then we'll come to pick up Rakuchi at this time tomorrow."

DM raised his hand, smiled faintly, and said in a languid manner, "No need to see me out."

The couple closed the door, and Su Mian slowly crawled out from under the desk, exhaling some stale air. The long squatting position made her vision go black.

"You're getting bolder and bolder, Migo."

"It seems you haven't taken my 'this is the last time' rule to heart."

The lazy atmosphere dissipated quickly, followed by an invisible sense of scrutiny and pressure.

Su Mian had anticipated this situation and brought out the words she had prepared in advance.

"Dean, have I gotten into trouble again? Migo was just being a little playful..."

She seemed fragile, clearly frightened by his questioning. DM even observed that she was trying her best to control her body's instinctive urge to back away, but her voice was firm, gentle yet resilient, soft yet strong.

If he continues to approach, will the already tense girl in front of him be unable to hold on?

DM felt a barely perceptible excitement; he wanted to see such a scene.

It all started that night, when juice dripped from the girl's lips and her eyes revealed helplessness and panic.

"What if I said I would punish you? Just like you did with your childhood sweetheart, Lin Xiaofan."

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, a hint of panic flashed in the girl's eyes, and her breathing became erratic.

Despite trying to remain calm, DM was surprised to find that Su Mian didn't back down but instead moved closer to her.

"I know you wouldn't do that, Dean."

She was terrified; she was trembling like a caged animal, but Su Mian resolutely spoke up.

"Because you are gentle and kind, you will not punish a polite child who does not say strange things."

The subtext of this statement is that I did not contradict you or violate my established persona.

Correspondingly, your established persona doesn't allow you to punish a child who caused trouble simply because they were being playful.

As soon as the words were spoken, Su Mian sensed that the smile beneath the mask had vanished, replaced by a faint but palpable killing intent. This sent chills down her spine, and she braced herself for any sudden and brutal attack.

But no, nothing happened. The air was eerily quiet. His chin was gently lifted, and Su Mian was forced to stare directly at the eerie mask.

The man whispered coldly in her ear.

"You'd better pray for the next game..."

You will not meet me.

Things were spiraling out of control, which frustrated and annoyed him. He had only been observing the human kitten out of sheer curiosity and boredom.

But everything took an unexpected turn, and DM didn't like this feeling.

But he didn't want to kill her either; the smell of green apple mixed with blood would be so unpleasant that it made him feel nauseous.

DM lifted her foot and walked out. Su Mian's legs went weak and she sat down on the ground, as if the choking had finally been released. She gasped for breath, accompanied by a few coughs.

He survived...

When Su Mian returned to the dormitory, she bumped into Yu Mao Mao, who was carrying a blanket and pillow as she walked out.

Upon seeing Su Mian, he hurriedly offered an explanation, looking like he was trying to cover something up.

"Miguo... I switched beds with Xu Yiyi."