Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"What big trouble can NPCs cause? These players are already stupid, yet they're talking about rule conflicts and questioning the dungeon's divine transformation. Are they tired of living?!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zi Shi's right hand clenched tightly!

"Snap—!!!"

A piercing cracking sound exploded in the space as the suspended image, along with the dormant images within it, was crushed by an invisible, immense force.

The fragments twisted and collapsed in the air, eventually turning into a clump of black ash that fluttered down.

Murderous intent.

A pure, cold, and undeniable killing intent emanated from Zi Shi.

His back bulged even more, and his fingernails rubbed together, making an unpleasant sound.

Those who defy the rules should be killed.

He tried to lift his leg, but was stopped by the man in front of him.

At 9:00 AM, he still maintained a slightly bowed posture, but the smile on his face gradually faded.

"My lord, I can handle this small matter."

He didn't even look at him at midnight.

With a casual wave of his left hand to the side, Si Shi's body was struck head-on by an invisible battering ram, and he was thrown backward.

He braced his foot against the wall, knelt on one knee, and his back slammed into the solid wall, creating a dent. He let out a muffled groan.

Her red hair hung down, obscuring her face, which made it impossible to discern her emotions.

A drop of blood trickled down the corner of her lips.

"Stop with your act." Zi Shi turned around and walked into the darkness, his voice still echoing in the space.

"You haven't been behaving yourself lately, send it in for a check-up."

"Oh dear, how scary!" Wei Shi put down the file, clapped his little hands, and his sheep eyes were full of excitement.

"Under maintenance! I wonder which instance it'll be placed in~"

"Hehe... If I were to become a prostitute like Shen Shi, I'd probably have nightmares for a long time."

Her words were sweet, but their contents were chilling.

As soon as he finished speaking, two round metal spheres, each the size of a soccer ball, popped out of the void with a "poof," their bodies marked with codes: Containment Entity – 1746 and Containment Entity – 1747.

They dragged up the weakened Si Shi (9-11 AM), and the pixelated face changed from a smiling face to a crying face.

"Boss, what's wrong, boss!"

"Boss, are you alright? Why are you coughing up blood?! I'm heartbroken..."

At the hour of Wei, he rested his chin on his hand, watching the two anxious little round balls with great interest.

"Only Brother Si Shi likes to take care of these alien beings he takes in. All the alien beings in the dungeon call him Boss. I'm so envious~."

The usually taciturn Xu Shi rolled his eyes. "You're talking a lot today. If he wants to take me in, so be it. It's none of your business."

"You filthy dog, you dare to curse at me?!"

"So what if I curse you! Who are you calling a stinking dog?!"

"That stinky dog ​​is cursing you!"

Seeing that the conversation was all trivial, the gods dispersed.

There are only twelve hours left until the college entrance examination.

midnight

Su Mian didn't receive any news, and she couldn't sleep, so she took a walk alone in the quiet campus.

There's a small river near the side gate of the school. Calling it a river is an understatement; it's more like a stinking ditch. Some uncivilized students like to throw trash in it. When the streetlights shine down, the water ripples with a faint green light.

She's dying.

Su Mian thought, but she had said this many times. Every time she was so sick that she was not lucid, she would say to herself, "I am about to die."

Then I started to recall what was worth remembering: my parents, the vouchers I hadn't used yet for running dungeons, and nothing else.

After recalling the events, she basically woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw her mother's happy smile. Her mother was excited but also very careful as she hugged her.

Sometimes I wonder if she's just immortal.

Is it that God just wants to torment her, making her go through this again and again, unwilling to give her a quick end?

But humans are base; when she could truly die a quick and painless death, she no longer wanted to.

Maybe if I close my eyes and recall it, I won't have to die.

Su Mian closed her eyes, deceiving herself, and began to recall everything from the past.

The fantasy is like a revolving lantern, but this time, there's much more to it.

Besides Mom and Dad, besides the murder mystery game, there's one more person... or rather, a snake.

"Because it's you."

"I find it interesting."

"Detective, it's been a long time."

"Enough is enough, Evelyn."

"Is it that my body hasn't satisfied you, Director Xiao Ci?"

"I have no idea."

All I know is that Mianmian wears a mask, just like me.

"They just don't want to take them off."

When she opened her eyes again, tears inexplicably streamed down her face.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in the distance. She instinctively shielded her eyes with her hand. A figure walked out of the fog, tall but with a distorted posture, as if hunched over.

Su Mian squinted to see who it was, then lowered her eyes again, her expression unchanged.

Zi Shi bared his teeth, stood before this arrogant human, and looked down at him.

"I can tell you're very disappointed."

Disappointed? Perhaps a little.

But more than anything, it's a sense of calm after everything has settled down.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the hour of midnight, in the form of a rat.

The betting results were revealed, and the bookmaker himself showed up.

What was the result of my appeal?

"turn down."

At midnight, only two cold words appeared. Su Mian frowned. "Why?"

She parted her pink lips slightly, "If the foundation of the infinite world is 'absolutely correct,' then why is there a procedure called 'arbitration'? The 'Foolish Doll' uses desire to discern the truth."

"Is this a bug in the game's design, or do you simply not care about the fairness of the detective game?"

"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted."

His eyes held the indifference of someone in absolute power.

"The purpose of establishing arbitration in the rules is to prune the branches and maintain the shape of the tree of order, not to encourage the roots to question the soil."

"How could you, a mayfly that lives only a day, possibly fathom the rules?"

Su Mian didn't answer, but simply raised her chin slightly to meet those scrutinizing eyes.

Her silence itself was an answer, a silent provocation.

She has the ability to understand and define.

This calm clearly angered the presence before them.

In the long, rule-bound life of midnight, he witnessed countless players' fear, pleas, breakdowns, and even rage.

It is rare to see such a calm that is both resigned to fate and stubbornly defiant.

"You're courting death." Zi Shi squeezed out the four words through gritted teeth.

The next instant, Su Mian felt a tightness around her neck. A withered, iron-like hand appeared out of thin air, gripping her throat and lifting her feet off the ground with tremendous force.

The feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed all my senses; my vision began to darken, and all I could hear was the roar of my own blood rushing through my ears.

"Well……"

She struggled instinctively, her fingers futilely gripping the motionless hand, her feet kicking in the air.

In the midst of this near-death chaos, the pocket of her school uniform jacket was ripped open, and some small, oddly shaped items fell out and landed at Zi Shi's feet.

A few fried peanuts, bright red goji berries, a small handful of mung beans, and two wrinkled pieces of dried tangerine peel.

The pressure on his body suddenly eased.