Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The child whose name was called gaped wide-eyed, while the one who wasn't called was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward as if they had forgotten they were a ghost.

"What about me? What about me? Sister, what's my name?"

"Your name is Bubble, a very dreamy name, just like your personality, innocent and cute."

A bunch of kids surrounded her, forcing Su Mian to sit on the bed. They seemed to have forgotten their purpose and were excitedly waiting to be "praised".

There was nothing that could be done; these children had been dead for so long that, apart from the headmaster, no one remembered their names or personalities for a very long time.

At this moment, Su Mian was like a gentle and understanding angel.

Su Mian's throat was dry from talking. She raised her hand and sighed helplessly. The children immediately sat back down obediently.

"I want to know how you died."

The children exchanged glances, their expressions contorting again.

"It's all that jinx's fault, that unlucky guy!"

"Yes, she's a real jerk!"

"Even after she died, she couldn't find peace; she set fire to the orphanage!"

"who is she?"

The children answered without hesitation, "Her name is Yutong."

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Mian's eyes. Wasn't this the one who fell into the well and burned to death? How could he be a jinx?

Why do you all hate her so much?

"She was the strangest among us; back then, Sunshine Orphanage wasn't yet a 'containment center for outcasts.'"

The little boy by the bed spoke; he floated to Su Mian's side.

"All the other kids are normal, but she's the only one with a strange personality. Things that belong to the kids around her always mysteriously disappear and only come back after a couple of days. Who would dare to continue using them?"

"But with her strange personality and incomprehensible quirks, she ended up being the first child from the orphanage to be taken away. We were very unwilling to accept that..."

"So you pushed her into the well."

Su Mian interrupted him, and all the children fell silent; their silence spoke volumes.

How pathetic.

Because she didn't fit in, she was isolated, rejected, and forced to grow up under cold stares.

However, fate cruelly mocked her, choosing her as the first "lucky one" to be taken away from the orphanage.

Before the gates of heaven had truly opened, she was mercilessly pushed into the abyss by the flames of public wrath. The flames engulfed her body and burned away the last tender wish in her heart.

Burned alive in a raging fire in a cold well—a cruel irony, like a dark hymn written by God himself.

She was a true orphan; in every respect, no one remembered her, everyone isolated her, and she was truly dead. But somehow, she was resurrected in another body among the five of them.

Her soul and body are not compatible; she cannot even find peace in her physical body. This is what it means to be a true "orphan."

The script in my pocket trembled. Su Mian flipped it over; Mission Two had changed.

Please identify who among you is Yu Tong.

She was taken outside by the little boy, and the two people on the ground slowly got up, their faces pale.

Wang Zhe only calmed down when he reached the dormitory door. "Miguo, how could you remember those kids..."

His eyes revealed a hint of admiration.

"I've gone through all the children's files, and once I've seen them, I never forget them."

Su Mian's expression was calm, and her delicate brows revealed a composed and unhurried demeanor.

"A photographic memory...that's amazing."

Actually, this is all thanks to Su Mian's interest. The first time she played a murder mystery game, she was attracted by the complex and brain-teasing plot and the suspenseful twists and turns.

She finds playing characters with different personalities and professions particularly addictive.

However, being a first-time player and lacking experience, Su Mian kept flipping through the script.

She couldn't tolerate her own behavior, so she painstakingly honed this skill so that she wouldn't stray from her character or disrupt the plot when playing murder mystery games.

When she turned to look at the children, they looked very familiar; she had seen them all in the files.

This confirms Su Mian's idea that, apart from the new child this year, all the others have indeed died.

However, she didn't recognize the little boy; his face was obscured, and Su Mian couldn't identify him.

【The Dream Girl of Murder Mystery Script】

4399's precise commentary.

The next day, as soon as Su Mian got up, there was a blue and white pleated skirt suit on the side of her bed, which Wen Zirui, who was on the lower bunk, had already changed into.

"There's a party tonight to celebrate Rakuchi being taken away."

Su Mian nodded, went to the restroom to change her clothes, and when she returned, the four of them were already waiting for her in the hallway.

This was probably the most harmonious scene among the five players in recent days, although the way Yu Mao Mao and Zhou Yi Chen looked at her wasn't exactly friendly.

Wang Zhe's eyes lit up as he quickly scanned Su Mian, then blushed and looked away.

Although Su Mian suffered from malnutrition as a child, resulting in her slender arms and legs, she could still be considered a wealthy heiress.

Her parents loved her very much and gave her the best and most expensive things. As she grew up, her body developed properly, and the sailor uniform accentuated her curves and slender waist.

"There's still an hour before the discussion starts, I'd like to go check out the backyard."

To be precise, it was the well in the backyard.

Wang Zhe and the others nodded and followed behind Su Mian.

Several old locust trees stretched out their branches, and a mottled swing hung among the leaves, creaking and swaying. Next to the swing was an old well, the well rim worn smooth and covered with moss.

The old woman was watering the potted plants not far away. She greeted Su Mian, who smiled faintly.

Five people stood around the well, peering inside, but without any light, they couldn't see anything at all.

"My God... it's so deep."

Fish Hat took Zhou Yichen's hand and stepped back a few paces.

This well is bigger than Su Mian imagined; it would be difficult for an adult to climb out if they fell in.

A faint sound of wind could be heard coming from inside the well, and Su Mian felt a little dizzy standing by the well.

She has a fear of heights, and looking into the well makes her unconsciously imagine falling down, which makes her legs start to go weak.

Moreover, the scene inside the well is not very clear.

"Rakuchi! Are you leaving? When are you leaving?"

"Lezhi, you must come back to visit us sometime."

Su Mian turned her head at the sound and saw a girl in a blue and white dress sitting on a swing, being pushed by a child behind her, full of hope for her future.

Su Mian walked over, and Le Zhi smiled, adjusting her glasses. "Mi Guo, do you want to swing?"

Su Mian nodded, and Le Zhi immediately jumped down and pushed her from behind.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hmm... I'm a little nervous, but mostly happy! My mom is a very beautiful woman, and my dad is a nice person too; he seems to love my mom very much."

Upon hearing this, Su Mian took out a glass tube. "Can I collect your emotions?"

Le Zhi nodded to her, "Of course!"

The pink mist condensing in the jar represents "happiness".

Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her eyes, her gaze catching a glimpse of the girl's pants. "Why aren't you wearing a skirt?"

Rakuchi pushed Chiaki's chain, "Ah, I don't like wearing this kind of thing."

Su Mian nodded and asked no more questions.

"When I go to my new home, I'm going to ask my mom to buy me lots of books."

She said I'm very smart and I should read more books.

"I'm going to wash their feet too, they'll be so happy..."

Su Mian gripped the swing and drew an arc in the air, while Le Zhi's voice seemed to come from afar and then approach.

She felt a wave of dizziness and instinctively gripped the swing's chains, the cold, rusty smell seeping into her palms.

"Migo..."

The thrust gradually decreased, and Su Mian heard Le Zhi calling her.

"I...am...going...away."

She wasn't sure if the wind was scratching her ears, causing Lezhi's voice to be intermittent, but the sound was too strange at the moment.

It stuttered, distorted, like a candle flame burning out its last drop of wax, gently and silently dissipating.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Su Mian suddenly stomped her foot on the ground.

The swing, still carrying some residual momentum, swayed slightly twice more before finally coming to a complete stop.

The sounds of children playing around us had fallen silent at some point.

The wind stopped, and even the rustling of the leaves could no longer be heard.

A burnt smell wafted into his nose, and Su Mian stiffly turned her head, her pupils reflecting the girl's charred corpse.

A pair of bloody, mangled hands were still pushing forward, retaining a barely discernible human shape.

Only a pair of eyes remained, still retaining the warmth of joy.

Rakuchi is dead.