Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

As Su Mian was deep in thought, Zhou Yichen suddenly grabbed her hand from behind. She shook him off abruptly, only to see that Zhou Yichen's face was gloomy and a smile was playing on his lips.

"I never imagined you could be so vicious, Migo. I really misjudged you."

Su Mian frowned but didn't reply. Zhou Yichen didn't care and continued, "But it's a real pity, you know you're about to die?"

"Do you know how many votes you have right now? Three votes, hahahahaha."

He laughed almost maniacally, "If you cast three more votes, you'll be in hell... How pathetic."

His fingers tried to touch the girl's earlobe but she dodged him. Zhou Yichen didn't care; his eyes were filled with undisguised malice and desire.

"Please beg me, okay? Maybe if you please me, I'll change the ticket and find you a scapegoat..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt something pierce his chest.

Zhou Yichen opened his eyes wide in disbelief and slowly lowered his head.

A dagger was plunged into his body, and blood gushed out.

"you……"

Su Mian lowered her eyes, her lips were pale, but her delicate features revealed undisguised disgust.

Just as Zhou Yichen was about to die, she suddenly pulled out a dagger.

The man knelt on the ground in a disheveled state, blood dripping onto the grass, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How could you...?

"I thought we were even after that slap, but you still came to provoke me."

Zhou Yichen's voice was broken, and a hoarse gasp came from his chest. He tried to reach out and grab Su Mian's skirt, but only grasped at air.

Su Mian slowly squatted down and wiped the blood from the dagger onto the man's face.

His gaze was gentle, yet it concealed an endless chill.

"A scapegoat?" She smiled faintly, her voice devoid of any pity. "Don't worry, you're enough on your own."

Zhou Yichen collapsed to the ground, his fingers twitched a few times, and he quickly died.

Su Mian reluctantly released the dagger and closed her eyes wearily.

She only realized what was going on the moment Zhou Yichen spoke.

Yes, if Yu Mao and Wen Zirui don't change their votes, she will die.

She miscalculated, thinking that as long as she tried her best to find the truth, they could quickly return to reality.

Zhou Yichen and Yu Mao Mao were no longer relevant to her, but she underestimated Zhou Yichen and the wickedness of human nature.

It wasn't until Liu Liu's dagger was handed to her that Su Mian understood what the DM was doing.

He knew she would kill Zhou Yichen, but he was afraid she wouldn't dare, afraid she would hesitate and waver. So he used this almost terrifying method to rehearse for her in advance, so that when she really faced the choice, she could act decisively.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Mian slowly opened her eyes.

The last vestiges of fear and pity vanished completely, and her gaze became cold and clear.

Something is subtly changing, but Su Mian likes the feeling.

This feeling...of having your destiny in your own hands.

She gently raised her head and gazed at the figure in the distant window.

He took off his mask at that moment, but his true appearance was still unclear in the darkness.

The man swirled his glass, raised it to her, and downed it in one gulp.

Su Mian lowered her head and stroked her handkerchief, lost in thought.

As for you, why did you do all this?

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"Why didn't he come back all night?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him since the party ended last night."

As Su Mian passed by the next dormitory room, Yu Mao Mao stood anxiously by Zhou Yichen's bedside.

Wang Zhe looked like he hadn't woken up yet, scratching his head as he went out. When he saw Su Mian at the door, he immediately woke up.

"Migo...are you going to look for clues?"

Su Mian nodded. "To be precise, it has been found."

She couldn't figure out what the painting meant until this morning when she finished collecting the last emotion.

angry.

The "angry" fog is blue, which corresponds perfectly to the colors in the picture.

The five colors represent five emotions. The front yard and activity room are both pink, where she used to play, proving that Yutong liked these places.

The wellhead, however, was painted with several thick layers of gray and blue, representing disgust and anger.

The windows of the orphanage were painted black, perhaps because Yu Tong, after her death, often saw the children being taken away from the window and felt very sad.

There are two places I don't quite understand about where I sleep.

Why do the cafeteria's kitchen and laundry room use green crayons?

Green represents regret.

What is she regretting?

Su Mian couldn't figure it out, so she decided to go and check out those two places. Wang Zhe's eyes lit up, and he was about to follow when a scream came from behind him.

"What are you doing?! You scared me!"

Wang Zhe turned around speechlessly and found Yu Mao Mao pointing tremblingly at Zhou Yichen's bed.

A script appeared on the bed without anyone noticing.

The script had the three characters "Lin Xiaofan" written on it.

Realizing what was happening, Wang Zhe took two steps back in disbelief, muttering to himself.

"He...he's dead?"

Players in the middle of a game cannot see other players' scripts unless that player has died.

Su Mian stared at the script quietly for a while, then left a few minutes later, leaving the two of them stunned.

The kitchen was already preparing lunch in the morning, with steam puffing out of the window.

The old woman sat on a small stool, pumpkin peels scattered all over the ground. She noticed some movement and looked up slightly.

"Migo? My dear girl... you'll slip and fall if you step on this, get out of here."

The old woman put down the peeler and shooed Su Mian out.

Why are you the only one here?

"It's been so many years and I've been all alone."

The old woman spoke with a hint of pride. Su Mian wanted to go in and take a look, but the old woman pushed her away, saying she was afraid the oil would splash on her or the smoke would sting her. Su Mian had no choice but to give up.

She was heading to the laundry room with a map in her hand when she passed the pond in the front yard. A group of little ghosts were lying dead in it. Su Mian found the scene really eerie and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Why are you lying in the pool?"

Liu Liu kicked her legs and swam to her. "A friend of mine was burned to death a couple of days ago. Staying in the water will prevent you from getting burned."

……

Su Mian's eye twitched.

Who came up with this terrible idea?

She hesitated, then remembered that these children were ghosts, so how could they be afraid of the cold? She shook her head and continued on her way.

The laundry room was empty except for a few clattering washing machines and several dirty laundry baskets in the distance. A strong smell of soap and foam wafted through the air.

Su Mian opened each washing machine and looked inside; almost all of them contained children's clothes. She even deliberately looked for bloodstains, but everything seemed normal.

So where exactly did the problem lie? Why the regret? And specifically in these two areas.

Su Mian was lost in thought as she paced around the laundry room. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the laundry basket, and for a moment, her eyes widened slightly.

In the distance, among a pile of inconspicuous dirty laundry baskets, a corner of a pink cake-shaped tulle dress peeks out from the innermost basket.

The clothes look very familiar, so familiar they're almost unrecognizable.