Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian lowered her eyes and bought a plane ticket to the capital.

The capital city is cold, the sky is gray and hazy, and it is drier and colder than my hometown.

She wrapped her long down jacket tightly around herself, burying her face in the collar, and hurried toward her destination with her bag on her back.

She didn't bring much luggage on this trip; after all, there were only two possible outcomes once she got there.

"Hello, please go this way to the Biology Museum. This is the research base."

The woman, holding a stack of documents, didn't even look up. She adjusted her glasses and continued talking to the person on her phone.

"I want to be a test subject."

With just this one sentence, everyone around turned to look, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

The woman, who looked very busy, slowly put down the phone and frowned as she looked at her.

"What did you say?"

Su Mian patiently repeated it once more.

"I want to be a test subject."

She showed the woman the homepage information in the software: "The points were cleared because I lost the game, and the remaining thousand points disappeared because I didn't log in for a long time."

"But I haven't shown any signs of degeneration since six months ago. Isn't that something worth investigating?"

This situation has never occurred before. Currently, all players whose points have been reset to zero are dead, without exception.

The researchers finally realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately called their superiors, prompting whispers among those around them.

On the other side, a black minivan was parked in a no-parking zone. The door opened, and Zheng Zizhou stepped out, almost stepping into a puddle.

"Watch out!" Qiao Yinuo quickly grabbed him. "These shoes belong to the sponsor. We can't afford to pay for them if you ruin them."

Zheng Zizhou glanced down at the limited-edition sneakers and pursed his lips: "If I can't afford to pay, then I won't. I didn't agree to their request for me to be their spokesperson before. I wouldn't have come if it weren't for Mianmian."

He pulled down his sunglasses and poked Qiao Yinuo's head. "Also, you fake agent, don't worry about so much. It's not like you have to pay any money."

Qiao Yinuo couldn't get angry at that handsome face. She couldn't help it; she was a sucker for good looks. The moment Su Mian mentioned the plan, Qiao Yinuo agreed without even thinking.

Of course, she would choose to meet a big star on New Year's Eve rather than argue with a group of relatives in her hometown.

She just didn't expect the real person to be so mean. Qiao Yinuo endured it all the way, trying to hypnotize herself.

For sleep, for sleep, for sleep.

"What are you standing there for, little assistant? Hurry up and catch up."

Zheng Zizhou straightened his hair, struck a pose like a celebrity, and the two walked toward the gate, but were stopped by security guards before they even got close.

"What do you do?"

Zheng Zizhou waved the contract in front of the security guard's face, his tone a mix of impatience and arrogance: "This script-based murder mystery endorsement shoot was arranged by your research institute. Didn't anyone notify you?"

The security guard looked at the contract suspiciously, then at Zheng Zizhou's face. This face had indeed been appearing frequently in short videos and variety shows recently, and he seemed to be a pretty popular celebrity.

"Wait a moment, let me ask."

Qiao Yinuo stepped forward at just the right moment, a professional agent's smile on her face: "Please hurry up, we have other schedules to follow, time is tight."

The security guard was indeed intimidated. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words. Soon, a young researcher wearing glasses jogged out.

"Mr. Zheng?" He rubbed his hands nervously. "I'm sorry, we did receive a notification that there was filming, but we didn't expect it to be you... Um, please come in."

There was no communication along the way, but when we were almost at the filming location, an unidentified person suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The person in front of me was wearing glasses and dressed casually, looking like a college student, so it was really puzzling that he would appear in a place like this.

The researchers, however, were filled with awe.

"Mr. Bern, is there something you need?"

Huang Baien smiled sheepishly, "I'll take them there. There are confidential project details here, and I'm afraid you'll lead them the wrong way."

Upon hearing this, the researcher was indeed filled with lingering fear. He quickly thanked Huang Baien and fled with the data as if he were running away.

Qiao Yinuo and Zheng Zizhou both looked puzzled.

Huang Baien: "Su Mian sent us to pick you two up. Teacher Zheng Zizhou, you have a great social influence."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Whatever I see or hear in a moment, I can selectively reveal. I haven't been here long, but as the dean's nephew, I have access to a lot of things."

As Huang Baien led the two away, he spoke slowly and deliberately, seemingly implying, "Whether you do it or not is your choice, but... I think it's beneficial to this society."

Zheng Zizhou listened for a long time but couldn't understand what he was rambling on about. After a while, he drifted off into thought until he came to a dressing room.

Huang Baien made the two of them put on lab coats and masks, and only then did they finally realize that something was wrong.

Qiao Yinuo: "What does this mean? Weren't you taking us to meet up with Su Mian? Where are you taking us?"

Huang Baien straightened their clothes. "Don't worry, it's a task Su Mian gave me."

The three walked in, and doors began to appear on both sides of the corridor. The doors were numbered, starting with 001 and extending into the unseen depths.

Each door had no windows, only a small electronic screen displaying the word "Normal" in green.

"This is the clinic," Huang Baien's voice rang out from the front. "Nominally, it's for treating degenerate individuals, but actually..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Zheng Zizhou and Qiao Yinuo had already seen it.

A door was ajar, and through the crack, one could see inside: a dozen or so beds, with people lying on them, some still moving, some motionless.

Several people in lab coats were busy around the bed, but their busyness seemed more like recording data than caring for the patient.

"They need 'consciousness'," Huang Baien said softly. "The operation of the inner world requires the support of the players' consciousness, but if there isn't enough consciousness, the instance cannot be constructed, so these degenerates..."

Before he could finish speaking, a painful scream came from the door next to him, which disappeared in an instant. Huang Baien lowered his eyes.

"So these degenerates are having their consciousness sensed through brainwaves, causing their waveforms to become disordered, forcibly inducing the reorganization of traumatic memories. Their brains are being used as biological processors, using painful stimulation to activate those buried and repressed neural circuits."

"The abnormal discharge in the hippocampus is resonating with the quantum field generator in the laboratory, and his painful memories are being transformed into a programmable architecture."

"His brain is calling upon every available neural resource to project that unbearable pain into... a world."

"The seed of the underworld."

"The degenerates used their last bit of personality to provide that world with the initial 'core of consciousness'."