Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The number of midnight hours is countless.

Each time, he would pause for a moment at the edge of the fog, as if to confirm the direction, before suddenly rushing out.

Each time, it would be burned until the bones were exposed.

Each time, just before it was completely annihilated, it would be dragged back by midnight, forcefully fed blood and flesh, piecing together the last remnants of its existence.

How can something with no memory be so stubborn?

Stubborn beyond belief.

The scorching heat from outside the fog seeped into the skin, burned through the muscles, reached the bone marrow, and probed even deeper, as if trying to scrape away the very soul.

The man's consciousness, however, was tightly gripping something, refusing to let go.

He didn't even know what he was insisting on.

All I know is that I want to get out.

All I know is that a piece is missing from my chest.

If that thing is lost, it has to be found.

"...Tsk."

Zi Shi cursed and slammed his cane on the ground.

The red-haired man was already half-kneeling on the ground, burned, with his shoulders and below covered in rotten flesh. His scales were scorched and curled, black and red, almost falling off.

He kept moving forward, as if his body was no longer under his control, and only some obsession was dragging him along.

Another, even more intense wave of scorching occurred.

This time, even the skeleton began to crack.

When the skin and flesh had peeled away to their extreme, his body suddenly contracted, as some force forcibly pushed him back to his original form.

The red hair disappeared.

The limbs collapsed.

Only a small, charred snake remained, curled up on the ground by the mist, its tail still twitching involuntarily.

That was the last form he could preserve.

Zi Shi sighed, bent down, and scooped the little snake out.

The snake's body was scalding hot to the touch, its scales were burned and curled up, as if they might break at any moment.

But the little thing was still struggling, trying to escape the mist. It was difficult for it to even move, but it still insisted on moving.

He cupped the snake in his palm and pressed down on its writhing head.

"Stubborn donkey."

He muttered under his breath, "If you really break through the fog, you can go anywhere."

The little snake was still wriggling, its tail desperately reaching outwards.

Zi Shi shook his head, but his tone turned serious: "The problem is that you are a mortal. No matter how many times you try, the result will be the same. Without the help of the main god, this is too difficult."

The little snake paused for a moment.

It was as if they heard it, yet it was also as if they didn't understand it at all.

It slowly curled its body up again, its breath weak yet persistent, as if it would try again as long as it could still move.

At midnight, he looked at it, remained silent for a moment, and finally tucked it into his sleeve.

"...Let's talk about it while we're still alive."

He doesn't have much time left in this instance. When the next batch of players arrives, he'll have to leave by midnight. The rest of the journey will be up to him by 9 am. He can only pray that he doesn't kill himself.

Sigh, what's wrong with being a little snake? Why did I have to get involved in something as troublesome as relationships...

*

A moment can seem very long, but looking back, it's just a snap of the fingers.

It lingered by the window yesterday, but this morning it has been carried away by the wind.

This is six months after Su Mian left Infinite Murder Mystery Script. Six months is neither a long nor a short time.

People often have little concept of time, just like that sudden storm, which was called the end of the world and a catastrophe that would wipe out all mankind, but has now become a common occurrence.

People with degeneration do not need to go to the hospital, take medicine, or have surgery. From the moment they know they are degenerate, they should know their fate.

Some say they ran out of points in their past life, so this life is over too. Others say they should have died long ago, but the genes in their bodies had such a long incubation period that no one noticed them.

In short, people have learned to live peacefully with this thing and have stopped spreading panic.

More and more people are flocking to the murder mystery game player software, including Qin Zheng and Su Huaishan. Su Mian is lucky that they are evolved, but unfortunately, Su Mian doesn't know how they survive in the dungeon.

In the past six months, the couple has only entered one beginner dungeon. Completely clueless, they accidentally voted for the murderer during the poll and came back alive.

When they realized that their daughter was a very skilled player, the admiration in their eyes was undisguised, but Su Mian just listened to their praise silently without saying a word.

Only she knew that she hadn't entered that world even once in the past six months.

But if Su Mian runs out of points, she will also become a degenerate. She should have shown symptoms half a year ago. Her current incongruous appearance makes her extremely puzzled.

What puzzled Su Mian even more was that Dr. Ma, who had provided her with psychological counseling, had become the director of the biological research institute, while the former director seemed to have degenerated and died.

The theory of evolutionary symbiosis has now been proven, as has the existence of the underworld. Countless training institutions for murder mystery games have sprung up, but Su Mian is not happy at all.

She even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit just hearing those words.

[Anonymous poster: Why am I entering the Otherworld less and less often? Am I regressing?]

[Anonymous User 233: Don't create panic here. The Institute of Biology has already said that more and more people are dying, both in the main world and the game world. Without the support of player consciousness, of course there will be fewer and fewer dungeons.]

[Anonymous User 256: Since the main god is human, why can't the rules be changed? Those who are cast out will inevitably die, which will only lead to more and more deaths. What's the point?]

[Anonymous User 48: What should I do...? I have too few points, I'm afraid I'll become a degenerate too.]

Su Mian turned off her phone and opened WeChat.

[Kapok: Zheng Zizhou, I need your help.]

The pop-up window flashed briefly, and the person on the other end quickly replied.

"Mianmian, the Lunar New Year is in two days. Is there anything you want to eat? Da Niu will make it for you."

Qin Zheng, wearing an apron, leaned against the doorway, holding a spatula, while Su Huaishan also squeezed in through the crack in the door.

"Didn't you want cherry cake? Your mom found a shop that looks pretty good, how about we order some for you tomorrow?"

Seeing the couple looking so radiant, Su Mian realized that she had been too depressed these past two days.

At times like these, they would try their best to buy all sorts of things to make Su Mian happy, and a warm feeling would wash over her, making her feel incredibly at ease.

But she couldn't wait any longer.

She couldn't wait any longer in either regard.

She used to think that waiting would bring her the results she wanted, and that everything would be resolved naturally. But now, Su Mian wants to take the initiative.

She couldn't accept any of the unsettling outcomes.

Su Mian then looked up at them and smiled faintly, "No need to buy it, I might not be back in a couple of days."

The couple exchanged a wary glance, their tone wary. "You little brat, where are you going instead of staying home for the New Year?"

Su Mian shook her phone; the chat window showed Qiao Yinuo inviting her to a birthday party.

"I've made a lot of friends, and I had to be there for her birthday."

So that's the reason. Qin Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, alright, your friend isn't far away, right? Be careful on the road."