Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Should she vote for Su Mian?

She admitted that she hesitated, which was usually her decisive self, but reason told her that she couldn't wrong an innocent person, and there was no "abstain" option in the game.

She had no other choice.

Jingzhe looked up and saw a girl in the distant teaching building staring intently in their direction—it was Ragdoll cat.

Perhaps she already knew what they were talking about.

In a moment of impulsiveness, she rushed upstairs, only to find Su Mian leaning against the window, holding a doll in her hand.

She had countless things she wanted to say, but when she actually saw Su Mian, she couldn't utter a single word.

Will you vote for me?

She heard Su Mian say.

Jingzhe clenched her fists, her voice breaking, "Why?"

Su Mian was stunned. She looked at Jingzhe, somewhat confused about what she meant.

"Why did you have to tell me the truth, especially in such an absurd way?"

"Foolish doll?"

She gripped Su Mian's shoulders, her expression contorted.

"Are you really going to let your flawless plan be exposed by a casual 'Who's the murderer?'?"

"That's not fair?! It's absolutely fucking unfair!!!"

Su Mian stared intently at Jingzhe, whose face was streaked with tears, her emotions a mixture of feelings.

"What happens if the two candidates tie in the vote?"

Upon hearing Su Mian's question, Jingzhe laughed weakly, "Both of them will die."

She glared at the expressionless Su Mian and was furious. "Are you going to die, Ragdoll cat! Did you even hear me?!"

Su Mian sighed and stared down at the floor.

"I know, but I want to take a gamble."

"What?"

Jingzhe was stunned, and murmured, "What... take a gamble."

After saying that, Su Mian took out a dark red letter from her school uniform pocket.

"I bet the Foolish Doll is a loophole, a game bug. I'll bet all my points to get a script arbitration application."

"Since the Foolish Doll can make any wish, it proves that there is a logical contradiction in it."

"If solving cases can rely on wishing to learn the truth, which ignores the reasoning process, then what is the fairness and meaning of murder mystery games?"

Her words were firm and resolute, and gold-embossed characters gradually appeared on the letter, exactly what Su Mian had said and thought.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, the clouds shook as if collapsing, a gust of wind swept in, and everything held its breath.

Amidst the lightning, a massive circular outline gradually emerged, resembling an ancient inscription, igniting with a dark golden light.

Above the sky, the twelve-hour wheel is shrouded in a hazy nebula.

Jingzhe gripped the railing, speechless. She blinked hard, and saw Sumian's figure standing amidst the flying sand, holding a letter high in her hand, her gaze fixed on Tianji.

"I do not accept a predetermined defeat."

Without fear, she calmly stated, "Arbitrator, please make your ruling."

As soon as he finished speaking, the letter was swept into the sky, gradually turning into a dot. In an instant, the campus returned to its original state.

How long does the review process take?

Su Mian asked 4399, but 4399 experienced a short circuit, with the current crackling continuously, before returning to normal after a while.

[Sleep, sleep... how did you summon the Twelve Hours Arbitration Committee?]

Its tone betrayed its shock.

[Usually, the script's eye manages these trivial matters; this is the first time I've seen this...]

"So how long will it take?"

Su Mian didn't care about those things, and she spoke again.

"I really don't know, Mianmian, this is the first time I've ever seen this."

[If it's the Eye of the Script, it'll probably take two to three days for the arbitration panel... um, uh...]

"If you don't know, you don't have to say."

Su Mian listened to it for a long time but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation, so she rubbed her temples in frustration.

Jingzhe stood there in a daze for a while, gripping the railing, before gradually coming to her senses.

"Ragdoll Cat... The Arbitration Council belongs to the top tier of the Infinite Flow world. How did you manage to summon them? And... those guys act very strangely. How could this happen?"

"Why isn't it customer service...?"

Su Mian blinked. "What customer service?"

"The eye of the script."

"..."

You call this thing customer service?

She looked up helplessly, recalling the scene just now. So the pattern in the sky meant that she had alarmed the arbitration panel?

Su Mian curled her lip indifferently. She would deal with whatever came her way. She didn't care who took the job; Su Mian would never accept her fate.

On the other side, suspended in the void.

Thousands of screens, each displaying different live video feeds.

Bloody battles, endless escapes, and desperate arguments.

Thousands upon thousands of slices form a relentless and cruel theater.

The cool light from the image illuminated the central area of ​​this space.

A huge, irregularly shaped round table made of black rock.

Beside the table, twelve chairs of different shapes float, but only half of them are occupied by "people".

Or rather, an existence that is similar to "human".

At the head of the round table, on a throne made of sharp bone spikes, sat an old man.

His back was convex, his spine was like a gear higher than his shoulders, and his tailbone dragged out a thick, long rat tail covered with sparse black fur.

Its grayish-yellow eyes scanned the area, its pupils long and narrow, resembling those of some kind of rodent.

child time.

The head of the Twelve Hours Arbitration Committee possesses absolute authority to adjudicate disputes over the rules of the dungeon world.

"The dungeon you brought?" Zi Shi's voice was hoarse and deep as he slowly lifted his eyelids to look at Si Shi.

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he bowed, removed his mask, and revealed his incomparably beautiful face.

"Yes, Commander."

Instead of letting Si Shi get up, he used his long, sharp claws to hook the image over.

In the scene, a pale-faced girl throws a dark red letter into the void. The letter burns and transforms into a streak of blood-red light that shoots into the sky.

Graduation Curse - The Murderer's Appeal - Detective ID: Su Mian

"laugh--"

A light, snickering laugh came from the other side of the round table.

She was a girl who looked only five or six years old, with high pigtails and a pair of huge, curved ram horns protruding from her hair, their surfaces covered with fine spiral patterns.

The hour of Wei (1-3 PM).

"How long has it been since we received a complaint?" she asked, trimming her nails without looking up, her tone full of amusement. "How amusing, hahaha!"

"That means there's a big problem."

The speaker was sitting in the shadows, and only his tall silhouette could be vaguely seen.

His neck was wrapped in layers of bandages, which extended all the way down to his jaw.

His skin was bluish-gray, his pupils were white, and countless ancient characters flashed within them.

The hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

He slowly added, "'Foolish Doll' is containment item-774."

"When we first introduced low-difficulty dungeons, nobody took it seriously. But that old NPC insisted on keeping them around, and the number kept growing. It's no wonder they've caused trouble now."

"Alright."

Zi Shi interrupted him, concealing the impatience in his eyes.