Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She was in such a hurry, she rushed out. There must be something wrong. She looked at the medical record repeatedly, and suddenly realized something was amiss.

Normal people record dates or write tally marks. Why would someone write several rows of "一" (one)?

Unless... I've forgotten.

I've forgotten what I originally intended to do by writing "one".

Su Mian suddenly realized that it was "正" (zhèng), not "一" (yī). Every time I wanted to write "正", I meant "正" instead of "一".

But I have amnesia, so I don't know what caused my amnesia.

He was dragged in and his head hit the third waiting chair, which triggered temporary amnesia.

She immediately looked at the labels on the syringes; they had all been torn off, intentionally, to force me to go to sleep.

The words on the mirror were written by me to keep me conscious. However, after waking up with amnesia, I was misled by these words and mistakenly believed that the acupuncture could keep me conscious.

Su Mian immediately stood up and began to think and sort things out.

"I was kidnapped. I'm not sick, but I hit my head while being dragged, which caused intermittent amnesia. The clock on the wall just happened to stop turning, which made me mistakenly think that I was trapped in some kind of loop."

"So I wrote the first stroke of the first tally mark on the medical record, unaware that I had amnesia. The next day, I forgot what had happened the day before and continued to repeat the same behavior."

"The words I wrote on the mirror on the first day misled me, making me think that acupuncture would wake me up. So I kept getting acupuncture and kept falling asleep, trapping myself in the cycle I created."

The space was silent for a few seconds, then a piece of good news suddenly came to her mind.

[Ding-dong—Congratulations, detective! You have perfectly recreated the story and are about to be transported back to the world outside the cardboard box.]

With a flash of white light, Su Mian returned to the empty classroom. Jing Zhe paced back and forth at the back door, and her eyes lit up when she finally came out.

"Great, Ragdoll cat! I knew you'd come out first!!!"

She opened her arms to hug Su Mian, but Su Mian took a step back, creating distance between them.

Jingzhe's smile froze, and she slowly lowered her hand.

This time, Su Mian spoke first, but her tone was surprisingly calm.

"Let me make it clear first, I don't dislike you, nor do I resent you, but since you've chosen to vote, from now on, we'll go our separate ways."

"If you see me in a script in the future, don't call me Ragdoll Cat. Just call me by the name in the script."

Jingzhe stared at her intently, and finally nodded slowly, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize to me. If you were the murderer, I would still vote for you without hesitation."

Here, wisdom and survival are paramount, while moral stance is relative.

Su Mian glanced back slightly as she stepped out the door. "You're quite clever to be able to deduce my method of murder."

Jingzhe's previously suppressed expression suddenly softened, and she said with a wry smile, "Your plan was flawless, so how exactly did you manage to cut off the power to the building?"

Su Mian's expression finally changed slightly. She looked somewhat incredulous. "I used that rechargeable kettle right in front of you yesterday, didn't you notice?"

Jingzhe paused for a second, then said "Oh," and sighed, "I almost guessed it. I was wondering how you could remotely cut off the power."

After saying that, she bowed deeply to Su Mian, "As a friend, I want to apologize to you."

"Well then," she took a deep breath.

"Chi Luoyi, goodbye forever."

Su Mian hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything, and left the classroom.

Damn, she couldn't remember Jingzhe's name in the script, so she simply pretended to be aloof and left.

Su Mian scratched her face awkwardly, then turned and went up to the fourth floor.

Only Yi Junxi and a few scattered classmates were packing up their things in the classroom, preparing to take their books home.

A hand suddenly patted Yi Junxi's shoulder, startling him. "Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law."

Where's your boss?

"I don't know, he wasn't here yesterday. You know, I'm not surprised at all that he skipped the college entrance exam. By the way, is our eldest brother going to repeat a year next year...?"

Su Mian interrupted him, waving her hand helplessly, "Alright, pack your things, I'm leaving."

"etc."

Yi Junxi suddenly called out to her, as if he remembered something. He rummaged through Zhou Ye's seat and then took out a doll from the drawer.

He casually knocked over a pen, but it seemed no one noticed.

Su Mian's heart skipped a beat; to be honest, she felt a bit PTSD just looking at the doll.

But for some reason, the one in Yi Junxi's hand is particularly ugly; if it weren't for the red hair, one could barely tell it was from the hour of Si (9-11 AM).

He said he wanted me to give you this doll and this piece of paper.

After Yi Junxi finished speaking, he left, and Su Mian took the item and examined it carefully.

The doll's two buttons are crooked and twisted, and the corner of its mouth is drawn up by only a rough black line, which is somewhat similar to the doll's unruly nature.

The doll's lower body is that of a snake, wrapped in black cloth like a long worm.

Hmm, it looks like a dark, gooey ice cream cone.

Perhaps because she acted too realistically, she didn't exhibit any physiological response to the snake.

She picked up the draft paper, which had only one sentence written on it.

Su Mian, I curse you, that you will love me forever.

Su Mian's breathing faltered, and her heart began to pound wildly.

Something indescribable was quietly emerging from the ground, and then he frowned, feeling incredulous.

She stared at it for a long time and noticed some faint marks when the light shone down.

So she flipped the draft paper over, and sure enough, there were words on the back.

Of course, I sewed this doll myself, so the curse won't work. Were you scared? ^_^

……

……

Su Mian chuckled and stuffed the paper into her pocket.

boring.

[Ding-dong – Congratulations to the player for winning the game as the murderer! 10000 points added, current score 28600]

[Redirecting back to the main world, please wait...]

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Su Mian had just opened her eyes when she heard Qiao Yinuo's scream.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Yinuo slammed the bed curtains open. "Zheng Zizhou is coming to our school to film a music video!!!"

"Oh my god, how can I be so happy!"

Su Mian blinked. "Who is Zheng Zizhou?"

Qiao Yinuo rolled her eyes. "You old fogey, didn't you watch that super popular talent show? He debuted solo?! What kind of talent is that, damn it!!!"

Seeing that Su Mian still looked confused, she was immediately disappointed, waved her hand, and got off the bed with a thud.

"Oh, I can't explain it to you clearly. You should check the school forum yourself."

After saying that, he yanked open the dormitory door to go find his best friend.

……

Su Mian rubbed her groggy head and opened the school forum. The news was almost overwhelmed by the tag of Zheng Zizhou's music video.