Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Wang Zhe was stunned; the words were too abrupt, like a blow to the head.

Yet, faced with that aloof and alluring face, even though he was being scolded, he felt a strange sense of pleasure for a moment.

...Wait, damn it, what is he thinking!

He shook his head frantically, his voice dry, "Why do you say that...?"

"If I were the murderer, I wouldn't tell you that Lin Xiaofan and I were childhood sweethearts. The result would be that he would be branded as the murderer."

"That's right!"

Wang Zhe suddenly realized that he had almost been tricked by Zhou Yichen.

He quickly apologized to Su Mian, then watched helplessly as the girl left indifferently, without giving him a single glance, leaving him there to savor the moment.

[Ugh, what a disgusting person! They even waited until you left before telling them.]

4399 complained, concealing the coldness and disgust in Su Mian's eyes.

That photo was originally intended to prove that she and Lin Xiaofan were childhood sweethearts.

She never expected Zhou Yichen to use this as a pretext to distort the truth, which truly opened her eyes.

But Mianmian, why did you vote for Wen Zirui in the end?

Su Mian rubbed her temples. "Let's use the process of elimination. I can only believe for now that Yu Maomao wasn't lying, and that Lin Xiaofan was indeed picked up."

Lezhi died, but the party still went on as usual.

The reason is that the children have prepared many activities for this day, and they don't want to waste this time.

As dusk fell, the afterglow shone through the blinds in different colors, and all the children were nervously preparing, as if they had already forgotten that someone had died during the day.

A little girl with stage makeup poked Su Mian's waist; it was Liu Liu.

"Migo, we have something we'd like to ask you."

Su Mian closed the map, glanced at Liu Liu, and said, "Speak."

A little boy wearing a wolf mask jumped out from behind her. "Lezhi's gone, and no one's here to play the princess for us anymore. Migo, can you help us?"

Su Mian squatted down, looking somewhat puzzled. "Why did you choose me? There are so many other friends here."

The two children looked at each other, and Liu Liu grinned at her, showing off her big teeth, "Because we think Migo is the prettiest girl in the orphanage!"

"Yes, yes!"

The boy next to him chimed in.

Su Mian smiled helplessly. "Smooth talker." She looked at the two mischievous children with seemingly expectant eyes. "So what do I get in return?"

Liu Liu excitedly raised her hand, holding the script.

"Migo, I can give you the cool quotes for each of the twelve zodiac signs!"

...?

Su Mian's lips twitched, she withdrew her smile, stood up and was about to leave when Liu Liu slapped the script into her companion's arms and hurriedly tried to pull her away.

"Hey! Migo, just tell me what you want, don't go~"

She clung to Su Mian's pleated skirt, refusing to let go. Su Mian turned away, feigning helplessness. "I don't want the twelve constellations' domineering quotes, but... after the banquet, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"sure!"

Liu Liu nodded without hesitation, and the little boy handed her the script.

Su Mian flipped through the book, while Liu Liu explained it to her from the side.

"The story we created is about a princess who was almost eaten by a wolf, but the prince appeared in time to save her."

"The story goes that the two thought they would live happily ever after, but the princess was imprisoned by the prince. Heartbroken, she eventually killed the prince and returned to the castle."

……

It's still a female-centric story, huh?

Su Mian found it somewhat amusing, but had to admit it was much better than the original story. The two children pushed her into the waiting area.

The gathering of all sorts of strangely dressed little ghosts here was particularly noisy. Ever since Su Mian discovered that they were ghosts, they have become unrestrained, even taking off their heads to say that it was cooler that way.

Some of the kids simply ripped open their chests, revealing their empty ribs, and stuffed them full of candy wrappers and broken glass, laughing hysterically.

A petite female ghost dragged a shadow larger than herself as she walked by. The shadow was much more lively than the ghost, hopping and skipping around. Before anyone was watching, it devoured the shadows of other children.

"Oh no, this is terrible!"

Lele walked in front of Su Mian and shouted loudly. Su Mian thought the child was frightened by the scene.

"There isn't a dress that suits Migo!"

.........

Okay, she was overthinking it.

Lele was angry when a little girl dressed as a Tyrannosaurus Rex darted out from the side. "I've already had Grandma fix it, hehe."

She patted Su Mian's arm, gesturing for her to look at the display case next to the table.

It was a very light silver-white long dress, made of light and airy fabric. Layers of tulle skirts cascaded down from the waist. There were no elaborate lace or frills, which made it look elegant and aloof. However, the flared skirt softened the coldness and enhanced the hazy and lively feeling.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex child pushed Su Mian to the changing room. Lele tugged at the child's sleeve and whispered something in her ear.

"When did Grandma sew that dress? I didn't know."

The child nudged her, "Are you stupid? This dress doesn't look like it was sewn up; it was custom-made by the headmaster!"

Lele's eyes widened. "What?!"

The Tyrannosaurus Rex child, recalling the expression on the headmaster's face as he stroked the skirt, imitated it on his own.

"This dress would look really good stained with blood..."

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"Where's the rice cake?"

Wang Zhe casually found a seat and sat down. The children around him were a bit noisy, so he raised his voice when he spoke.

Zhou Yichen: "Knowing he's the murderer, he's feeling guilty and doesn't dare to come anymore, right?"

Zhou Yichen crossed his legs, seemingly unconcerned, while Wang Zhe rolled his eyes.

He had explained to the guy many times that afternoon, but the guy didn't believe him at all. Wang Zhe was at his wit's end, and he was increasingly suspicious that Zhou Yichen was the murderer.

"Welcome everyone to Rakuchi's farewell party! Although she's gone, our party will still go on as planned!"

Is it a farewell party or a "farewell" party?

Wang Zhe rubbed the goosebumps on his arms. How could someone say such a thing without any expression?

A round of applause and cheers erupted around them, and the four players joined in listlessly.

The child, with a tender and somewhat immature broadcasting voice, struggled to hold up the microphone.

"Next, please enjoy the first program: The Princess and the Prince."

The lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only a cold white spotlight in the center of the stage.

When Su Mian was pushed onto the stage, her silver-white dress shimmered with a hazy luster under the light, like moonlight falling to earth.

Her skirt flared out in layers, and her expression was slightly stiff with nervousness, yet this awkwardness gave rise to an undeniable cool beauty.

Wang Zhe had been watching casually, but the next moment he was stunned.

His throat tightened, and he felt as if his breath was blocked by something.

The girl on stage appeared excessively innocent amidst the crude and eerie set of a group of ghost children.

The gauze dress seemed to reject the world, aloof and sacred. For the first time, he felt that the word "princess" could be so vividly reflected in a person.

"How did she end up on stage?"