Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Before he could finish speaking, the girl silenced him with a kiss, their breaths mingling, their lips touching, soft yet burning.

The vibrations of a heartbeat are in my ears, the warmth travels through my nerves to my heart, and my tongue lingers with tenderness.

She instinctively closed her eyes, but tasted the salty flavor. She could only press closer, kissing until she couldn't breathe and wouldn't separate.

The man held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

When they parted, their foreheads touched, both of them panting, their noses still touching, and his hand stroked her long hair again and again.

The heat of that kiss was like a sudden storm, sweeping away all unease and hesitation, leaving behind this peaceful and bountiful harbor.

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On the day of the wedding, the Mao family mansion was unusually lively, with music deafening and red silk ribbons stretched from the doorway to the rice paddies.

Mr. Mao, dressed in a brand-new silk mandarin jacket, stood on the stone steps and bowed to the guests, but upon closer inspection, the smile did not reach his eyes.

The three-story building was covered with bright red "囍" characters, including several cut out by players, and even one cut out by Su Mian.

A dozen large round tables were surrounded by red plastic chairs, and the sound of firecrackers echoed through the fields, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

"Welcome the bride! Welcome the bride!"

"Dear guests, fellow villagers, we gather here today on this auspicious day..."

The wedding seemed to have fewer steps, perhaps deliberately omitted to cater to the voting stage.

The players stood at the entrance of the main house, where a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe hung not far away, dignified and elegant, exuding oriental charm, yet becoming a very jarring sight.

For them, who the bride is means who the murderer is, but no one has confirmed it yet, and everyone is still discussing it intensely.

Tiffany quickly seized the opportunity to reveal what she had discovered the day before.

"That herb wasn't honeysuckle at all, it was datura. The murderer was poisoned, not drowned."

Sun Er's eyes widened. "So... the murderer actually has an alibi?"

Tiffany nodded. "Yes."

Sun Er: "Then everyone is a suspect."

"You forgot to cut paper." Tiffany shook her head, her tone turning serious. "There was paper cutting in the murderer's room, which means the bride must know how to cut the character '囍' (double happiness). Apart from Li Meili and Qiao Fugui, all three of us know how to cut window decorations."

Qiao Yinuo was suddenly startled. Her paper-cut window decoration had only passed inspection because it was based on Su Mian's design, right? But why did Su Mian cut it incorrectly later...? Could it be...?

"Qiao Fugui?"

Tiffany waved her hand in front of Qiao Yinuo, who snapped back to reality.

"What's wrong?"

"Who were you watching as they cut the '囍' character?"

Everyone looked at her, and Qiao Yinuo broke out in a cold sweat in an instant. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding like a drum.

After a long silence, just when everyone was wondering if she hadn't heard, she spoke.

"I... I saw the twins cut it, neither Li Meili nor I know how."

"Oh, I see. So the killer is one of the three of us."

Tiffany had no doubts and instead began to analyze the situation, concluding that Sun Er was the most suspicious person at present.

Because that bloody handprint matched hers.

But Sun Er knew she wasn't the murderer; she lowered her head, her brows furrowed.

"Groom! Groom!"

The guests over there began to cheer again. The man was tall and wore a ceremonial crown adorned with red tassels.

He exudes a dangerous yet noble aura, unlike an ordinary groom. His lips curl at 9 AM, his bone structure is superior, and his smile is captivating.

Then he turned his attention to the players.

"The mountain is deep and the road is narrow to welcome the bride. When the gongs and drums sound, the bride is changed. All those carried into the door are dressed in red."

"Only those who stay in the village are considered brides."

The voice was lazy and drawn out, sending chills down the spines of the players, while Qiao Yinuo's eyes widened.

"Didn't Meng Yaya say he was just average-looking?"

Tiffany shook her head, looked around, and finally noticed something was wrong. "Where's the Ragdoll cat?"

Upon hearing this, the others suddenly realized, "Oh right, where's Li Meili?"

"Players, please step forward to vote."

"The bride...the bride..."

The DM and the guests spoke at the same time. A group of people around the large round table stared at the player, making him feel uneasy. Gao Tou was urging him on. Qiao Yinuo couldn't sit still any longer and stood up to vote.

Although she didn't know why Su Mian did that, she would never vote for Su Mian.

This is not very ethical, but she herself has no moral bottom line. Her choice at this moment is driven by an instinctive desire to protect herself.

As she spoke, she walked up to the platform where the emcee stood. There were several red envelopes on it. Whoever's red envelope you put money into, that was who you voted for. She decided to vote for Sun Er, so she walked over there.

"etc."

The voice came from a familiar person. Everyone looked up and saw Su Mian, who was wearing a Chinese wedding dress with phoenix patterns embroidered on it in dark red and gold.

The phoenix crown on her head was inlaid with vermilion gemstones, which shimmered with a glassy light as they swayed slightly, making her face appear even whiter and more delicate.

Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and beautiful, her lips were the color of newly blooming cherry blossoms, and her expression was calm and composed, noble and elegant.

Her entire figure was like a woman who had stepped out of an ancient painting, elegant and dignified, yet full of vitality, like the most beautiful image in the world, silent yet enough to take one's breath away.

It is so beautiful, yet so out of place.

Why wear a wedding dress at this time?

Ignoring the strange looks from the players, Su Mian lifted her skirt and walked down the steps, standing on the red carpet, meeting their gazes that were fixed on her and impossible to look away from.

The wind lifted the girl's hair ornament, and the beaded curtain swayed gently in the breeze.

Her expression was indifferent, but her words shocked everyone present.

"I am the bride."

In an instant, all the players on the other side stood up. Qiao Yinuo's pupils shrank slightly, and she stood there in a daze. Tiffany looked up in confusion, but when she saw that Qiao Yinuo's expression was not right, she realized that Su Mian was not just saying it casually.

But... this is too sudden, and why did she suddenly say that?

All eyes were on her, but she showed no sign of panic.

"I confess, I am the murderer."

"Li Meili!!!"

Qiao Yinuo rushed over and shouted frantically, "What are you doing?"

She guessed that Su Mian was the murderer and was about to vote for someone else when Su Mian suddenly exploded. She even wanted to rush up to see if Su Mian had been possessed, but Tiffany stopped her again.

Why are you pulling me?

Tiffany shook her head. "Something's not right with her."

Qiao Yinuo looked over and found that Su Mian was very tense, but there was a faint smile on her lips. Following her gaze, Qiao Yinuo found that she was staring at Mao Rongjun, and there was only him in her eyes.

Their eyes met, but he had already seen through the girl's intentions. His eyes flickered, and he frowned deeply.

The air fell silent for a second, then the guests immediately cheered.

"Welcome the bride! Welcome the bride!"