Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Um."

Su Mian walked past her with a calm expression, showing no intention of asking any questions.

Fish Hat looked back, her fingernails digging into the blanket, and quickly moved to the dormitory next door.

[Luckily, it wasn't Wang Zhe who switched places, otherwise you would have heard sheep being counted all night long.]

Wen Zirui was sitting on the lower bunk, packing his clothes, mostly dresses. He didn't even bother to greet Su Mian when she arrived.

"What time is it now?"

[8:30, Mianmian.]

Su Mian nodded, intending to go to the restroom. The current task was progressing very slowly, and she was unsure of the script's deadline, so she wanted to make the most of every moment.

The corridor was pitch black today, completely different from the first night. Su Mian could only move forward slowly by the light of her flashlight.

Without the illusion of being lost in a maze, she quickly arrived at the toilet.

The person in the mirror was expressionless and pale. Su Mian opened the bottle and asked herself, "May I collect your emotions?"

After she finished speaking, she nodded slightly, and in the blink of an eye, a cloud of green gas appeared in the jar.

It means "disgust".

Wow, you can do that?

"In the script, Migo hates herself, so when she looks at herself, the emotion she conveys is disgust."

Su Mian explained that 4399 seemed to worship her even more.

Mianmian, you're amazing! I want to follow you for life!

She didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the corridor. Just then, someone came out of the men's restroom, and Su Mian stopped in her tracks.

Zhou Yichen.

Her gaze fell on his hand, on a similar bottle he was holding, filled with a pale yellow liquid, and on his index finger, which was wrapped in gauze and was noticeably shorter.

Su Mian suddenly remembered that her script mentioned her childhood sweetheart Lin Xiaofan's quirk: collecting bodily fluids.

She immediately guessed what liquid was in the bottle, frowned, and took two steps away.

But Zhou Yichen glanced at her, said nothing, and walked past Su Mian with a numb expression.

[This is terrifying, it feels like I've been possessed]

"What happens if a player suddenly dies?"

Su Mian suddenly thought of this question.

There are two scenarios: if you die too quickly, in the early to mid-game, the system will automatically match your character with a new player; if you die in the late game, other players can directly view your character's story.

Su Mian nodded, stopped in the dark corridor, stomped her feet twice, and clapped her hands. 4399 didn't understand what she was doing until a little boy gradually appeared from the darkness.

He looked somewhat speechless.

"I'm not a voice-activated light..."

"I'll take you back to your dorm."

A question mark slowly appeared above the little boy's head.

What does that mean? Walking right into a trap?

He didn't speak for a long time before finally managing to stammer, "Are you serious?"

Su Mian nodded, staring at the little boy, signaling him to lead the way.

A hint of regret flashed in his eyes, then he spoke softly, "My dormitory is at the end of the corridor."

Su Mian walked ahead of the little boy. The dark environment seemed unusually spacious, and there wasn't even a sound of wind as she went further in.

The other dormitories had windows, which were meant to allow the director to observe the children's sleep. But when Su Mian touched the wall, the surface was perfectly smooth without any change.

The sound of shoes scraping against each other echoed through the quiet corridor. Su Mian turned around abruptly, and light shone on two faces.

"Migo! It's us!"

Wang Zhe blocked the incoming light, with Wen Zirui standing beside him.

What are you doing here?

"He needed to go to the toilet, but he was so scared that he asked me to go with him."

Wen Zirui spoke expressionlessly, and Wang Zhe's face immediately turned red. He then slapped Wen Zirui on the shoulder with his elbow.

"Couldn't you have been a little more tactful?"

Wang Zhe coughed a few times to cover his embarrassment, "Then I saw you and came over to see if there was anything I could do to help."

That's what he said, but his eyes kept glancing upwards. The little boy realized he was afraid of him and slowly curled up a sinister smile.

It was truly effortless; three people died in one night, and his performance record was secured.

"Let's do it together then..."

As soon as Su Mian finished speaking, the flashlight went out with a "click." Wang Zhe abruptly pulled Wen Zirui close, "Mimi Mimi Mimi Guo, where are we going...?"

"Take him back to the dormitory."

Su Mian had already guessed that the flashlight would go out, a common trope in horror movies, so she held onto the wall until her arm touched the corner.

"arrive."

The little boy slowly spoke, "Please open the door for me, sister."

The air moved for a moment, and Su Mian's mind went blank. Her hand rose uncontrollably, and she gently turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.

Her body was completely out of her control, and she unconsciously walked inside. The two people behind her tried to pull her back, "Migo...it's too dark."

"We'll wait for her outside."

Wen Zirui grabbed Wang Zhe, who swallowed hard, fear making him stop in his tracks.

This room was different from their dormitory. Not only did it have no windows and was completely sealed, but Su Mian could also feel the ceiling right above his head, which he could touch by standing on tiptoe.

Like a coffin.

Su Mian got goosebumps all over her body.

While she was thinking, she had already walked to the innermost bed. Su Mian blinked, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She could move again, and the flashlight was shining again.

It's somewhat like a single-player mission.

She thought inappropriately.

Before me stood the little boy, grinning, sitting on the edge of the bed and swinging his legs.

"Thank you, sister, for bringing me back."

He tilted his head and looked behind Su Mian.

"Look, I'm back. The kind older sister brought me back."

The ethereal voice echoed around the room a few times, and Su Mian's breath caught in her throat. Her intuition told her that something had appeared behind her.

Should we look back?

Su Mian didn't know who she was asking. She slowly turned her head, her body suddenly tensing up.

Those beds that should have been empty were now filled with a group of children.

They sat motionless on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with their heads slightly lowered, their eyes fixed on her.

"Sister, you're so kind."

"Yes, why don't you stay and keep us company?"

"Sister, we died so tragically, waaaaaah..."

Wang Zhe, who was standing at the door, was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. He moved out little by little, but the door was suddenly slammed shut. Wen Zirui tried to open the door but found it was locked.

"We're finished...we're all going to die here."

Wen Zirui held his head and murmured, his eyes vacant.

"Ah Heng, can you tell me how you died?"

The crying little devil froze, leaning closer to Su Mian, his black pupils revealing immense confusion.

How did you know... my name is Ah Heng?

"I not only know your name, I know all of your names."

The clear, gentle voice echoed in the air, and all the children's gazes toward Su Mian became even more fervent.

"Liu Liu is very stubborn and loves ice cream. She has been put in solitary confinement by the dean many times."

"Qiao Yu, you don't talk much, but you've talked a lot in your sleep."

"Kexin, you don't want to leave the orphanage. Every time a strange adult comes to visit you, you hide."