Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

All they saw were his meticulously edited photos and travel itinerary; the group was so excited they lost all sense of time.

But as she was gliding along, a very unusual photo of a kitten made her stop immediately.

The picture is a blurred image, barely covering the bloodstains, with a cat lying in the middle.

Su Mian's mind went completely blank with a "buzz" as she clicked on the link, her heart sinking into despair.

[The little calico cat in Building 2 is dead! Oh my god, this is so pitiful. Aren't cats supposed to have nine lives? Waaaa, poor little kitten.]

[Second part: I heard he fell from the seventh floor and died. It was raining that day, and the kitten slipped.]

The comments below were all mourning for the kitten.

Su Mian stood in her dormitory, staring blankly at her phone screen, unable to utter a single word.

How could that be?

How come the little white dove is... dead after only a short absence?

She stared at the blurry outline behind the mosaic, as if she could see through the pixels those amber eyes that were always looking up at her.

The seventh floor.

It was on this floor that the little white dove came to beg for food as usual, but because it had entered the infinite flow world and hadn't received any food, it left.

It happened to rain that day, and I slipped and fell.

She turned around abruptly and pushed open the dormitory door.

Standing in the corridor and looking down, looking down from the corner, right here, right here it fell down.

Its wet paws gripped the edge, letting out a scream. Su Mian let out a low gasp, not daring to think any further.

She clung to the railing, tears falling onto the tiles, her fingers brushing across the countertop, but then suddenly stopped.

She encountered a strange, sticky, and slippery sensation.

It wasn't the ordinary slippery feeling of rainwater.

She leaned closer and smelled it; her pupils contracted slightly. It smelled like makeup remover.

The calm in his eyes shattered inch by inch, revealing the surging, cold darkness beneath.

She turned back and went straight to the dormitory building's monitoring room.

Only the usually lazy administrator was intimidated by her lifeless gaze and pulled up the video footage from that night without asking any questions.

The corridor surveillance cameras have limited angles and cannot capture the entire window sill.

But at roughly that time, a figure flashed past the edge of the frame, seemingly holding a small bottle, and quickly tilted it towards the windowsill.

The movement was quick, as if some liquid had been spilled unintentionally.

Immediately afterwards, the figure quickly left, heading towards... their dormitory.

Although the image was blurry and her face was unclear, Su Mian recognized her at a glance by her figure and the way she walked.

Tian Nuan.

The moment the name came to mind, Su Mian felt a violent dizziness.

It wasn't sadness that came first, but a sharp, venomous hatred that suddenly gripped her throat.

She began to tremble uncontrollably, her fingers curled up, her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.

She leaned against the cold wall, bent over, and pressed her forehead against it, trying to suppress the disobedient body that was "betraying" her.

"Hey! Hey, what's wrong...?"

"Should I call an ambulance for you?"

The administrator was terrified. He helped Su Mian up, completely at a loss, and frantically pulled out his phone to make a call.

Su Mian felt dizzy and knew she had relapsed, and it was serious. The somatization was even more severe, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.

The kitten's death haunted her, and the truth left her breathless.

Finally, everything went black, and he fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, Su Mian was lying on the hospital bed.

The elegant middle-aged woman's hair was still unkempt, with messy curls. When she saw that she had woken up, she immediately went to greet her.

"Oh, my sweet baby, what happened that made you so upset? Tell Mommy, okay?"

Su Huaishan yanked her away, lowering his voice, "You're rubbing salt into Mianmian's wounds!"

Qin Zheng quickly covered her mouth and patted Su Mian's back.

"Honey, don't think about anything right now, how about we eat something first?"

Su Mian kept her head down and didn't speak. Suddenly, she abruptly lifted her eyelids and opened one hand towards Qin Zheng.

"cell phone."

The couple exchanged a glance, and after a moment's hesitation, Qin Zheng handed the phone to Su Mian.

She picked up her phone, began editing a post on the forum, and saved the photo of the dead kitten, her expression serious.

The two people by the bed hesitated to speak, but remained silent.

Just as I was about to click publish, Su Mian stopped.

Nobody cares.

In this world filled with traffic and noise, the death of a kitten, a hidden malice, is too insignificant.

Will her accusations and testimonies receive a response?

No, because the forum was already destroyed by that guy named Zheng Zizhou.

Tian Nuan hated her, so much so that she had almost planned everything.

She almost couldn't breathe again just thinking about it.

Qin Zheng took her phone away and slowly patted the girl's back. Su Mian's lips were pale and her face was ashen.

She wanted to fight back immediately and kill this damned scum, but now she was helplessly lying in a hospital bed, like someone without arms or legs.

Her mother's voice gradually faded, becoming softer and softer, and then it faded into the distance. Su Mian thought she was about to faint again, but then she heard the system's notification sound.

She felt a sense of relief for no apparent reason.

Yeah.

She doesn't know what to do for the time being, so let her escape for now.

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Welcome back to Infinite Murder Mystery Scripts! Congratulations on advancing from Junior Detective to Intermediate Detective. You now have the privilege to view the DM information for each game.

[Instance Name: The Red Shoes]

You have amnesia. Besides knowing your name is Elizabeth, that you are the king's daughter, a princess from a fairy tale, you know nothing else.

Su Mian slowly typed out a question mark.

To be honest, she hates getting this kind of script when playing murder mystery games. The first half is no different from the whole game.

The king died at yesterday's ball.

Find the real culprit and survive until the end of the game.

And then nothing more. The copy didn't provide any information, nor did a powerful memory surge into Su Mian's mind like it had before.

She opened her eyes and found herself in a palace, sitting on one side of a long table.

Wearing a lavish, heavy white dress, the off-the-shoulder puff sleeves accentuated her rounded shoulders and slender neck.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt like her toes were curled up inside her high heels.

The players at the long table stared at each other blankly. A man with curly hair in a vest had a pistol on his desk, and a pregnant woman in an apron sitting next to him moved away in fear.

【Hey……】

"Why aren't you concerned about me this time?"

Su Mian was somewhat surprised to hear 4399 sighing and lamenting, as she rarely saw it so sluggish.

【Mianmian, I finally unlocked the permissions, but the DM for this show isn't at 9 AM anymore, sigh...】

[I suddenly feel a little out of sorts, sob sob, Mianmian, I miss him so much.]

...What kind of emotion is this?

Su Mian was stunned; she was indeed surprised to hear its words.

Yes, she's almost gotten used to someone's presence.