Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Jiang Hong rubbed his stomach, stepped forward, and picked up the menu. It only listed one dish: a train meal, priced at one hundred yuan.

"This is way too expensive."

"They robbed us of our money..."

"I'm so hungry."

Upon seeing this astonishing number, the players complained incessantly, while Su Mian stared at Wang Yan.

How much funding do you have?

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Wang Yan.

If we eat two meals a day, that's 200 yuan per person per day, 800 yuan for four days. There are seven people here, so the total cost is 5,600 yuan.

Since it's uncertain whether the fares in the later carriages are uniform, everyone now needs to pay at least 200.

Wang Yan looked troubled. "I only have four thousand yuan on me."

"What?!?"

"How can there be so few? Class monitor, you didn't miscount, did you?"

Wang Yan shook her head and took out her handbag to show them. The bundle of 1,000 yuan each contained only 4,000 yuan.

Upon seeing this, the players fell silent. What to do? If everyone eats 200 today, then there will inevitably be a problem of some people not being able to afford food in the following days.

"Let's share one portion between the two of us today, and then leave the whole portion for one person."

Wang Yan made this suggestion, and everyone looked at each other, their dissatisfaction evident in each other's eyes.

But there was really no other way. Zhou Yunfeng took out the dice for the Ludo game from his bag and placed them in the middle of everyone.

The person who rolls the highest number gets the whole share.

Without objection, everyone started rolling the dice. Jiang Hong and Ye Shuheng, two unfortunate brothers, rolled a number.

The problem is that it's really difficult for Jiang Hong, with his physique, to eat half a train meal. Wang Yan threw down five, which is the largest amount so far.

Su Mian was the last one. She casually tossed the die, and it spun a few times. Wang Yan showed a delighted expression as she watched the last two points face up. But just as it was about to settle, a cold wind blew gently from somewhere.

The die is flipped over, and a six is ​​facing up.

Su Mian blinked, never expecting such a great thing to happen to her. She then paid the money, received a train meal, and left.

The dark, gaping window was truly eerie, and hands clad in cotton-padded coats and pink sleeves were staring blankly out a train meal.

The fingers were straight, as if they had no joints. Su Mian took them, and then the hands returned to their original positions.

In short, there was no human presence on this train. The players silently ate their train meals, their energy already mostly depleted.

Jiang Hong looked pitifully at Su Mian's place, thinking that a small, thin girl could hardly eat much, and surely there would be some left over.

He would then go up and ask for her leftovers, and as a result, he would steal a glance from time to time, and finally see that Su Mian had simply burned the disc.

Jiang Hong: ...

He's blind.

The group dragged their tired bodies into the sleeper car. Su Mian looked around at the cramped berths and could only stuff her suitcase under the bed.

After all, he had a weapon hidden in his suitcase, and if someone found it while he wasn't paying attention, he would be in big trouble. After packing his luggage, he had dinner as usual.

The atmosphere at night was even more eerie. Someone was sitting on the edge of the bed eating dinner when they were suddenly caught off guard by a bloody handprint. Food slid down their throat, and they coughed incessantly. They scrambled up to their bunk and closed the door.

Suddenly, without warning, a nursery rhyme began to play in the carriage. The headlights flashed, and occasionally a child laughed or cried. Footsteps could also be heard from the corridor from time to time.

Wang Yan was so frightened that she crawled under the covers, only to see Su Mian roll over and get out of bed.

"Where...where are you going?"

"Going to the toilet."

After saying that, he closed the door. Actually, there was another group of people who wanted to use the restroom, but they didn't dare to. Su Mian had come out to do a mission.

How to appease the haunting ghosts in each train carriage?

She sighed. "This task is difficult to even understand."

How wonderful it would be if I could draw something myself, like stealing someone's ID card or opening someone's suitcase.

What constitutes a haunting ghost?

Su Mian didn't see a single person here. She walked to the hard-seat carriage, and the carriage suddenly shook violently. Su Mian took a few steps back and bumped into someone.

The person behind them suddenly shouted, then breathed a sigh of relief after seeing each other clearly.

"Su...Su Mian, what are you doing here?"

Wei Xiaowei clutched her phone, her teeth chattering with fear.

What are you doing here?

Su Mian countered with a question. Wei Xiaowei, this girl, seemed to have no guile. She replied directly, "I... I'm here to do a mission. My phone is a psychic phone; it can capture images of ghosts."

As she spoke, she held onto Su Mian's arm, glancing around as if afraid something strange might suddenly appear, while Su Mian seemed lost in thought.

This coincided with his own mission, and perhaps her mission could even help him.

"Give me your phone, I'll take the picture for you."

"Really...really?"

Wei Xiaowei stared wide-eyed in disbelief, almost kneeling before Su Mian.

"Thank you so much, Su Mian. I can't stand being here for even a minute longer. Ruan Ruan won't stay with me either, sob sob..."

"Alright, go back now."

Su Mian's head ached from crying. Wei Xiaowei thanked her a few more times, shoved the psychic phone into her hand, and turned to dash forward as if a ghost were chasing her.

Su Mian fiddled with it for a bit, then raised her phone and took a picture of the dining car. She opened her album to check the photos, but there was nothing there.

She frowned, turned around, and took another picture of the hard-seat carriage with her phone. However, to her surprise, before she could even take the picture, a person had already appeared in front of her, as shown on her phone.

Su Mian paused, holding her phone. She lowered her eyes, and there was a person in front of her, very tall, whose upper body filled the screen. If she took another step, Su Mian would have to pass through his body.

She stopped abruptly, put down her phone, but found nothing.

It's obvious that players can't see the ghosts.

If it weren't for this psychic phone, this task would have been quite difficult. So she took a few steps back, raised the phone again, and this time she could see the ghost's full appearance.

The moment she saw his face, Su Mian almost dropped her phone. Her heart clenched for a second, and her nose stung with tears.

The person in front of me was already 1.9 meters tall, and when he floated slightly in the air, he appeared even taller. He was wearing a suit, and his body was semi-transparent, as if he were in a spirit form.

Su Mian didn't know why he was here, but thinking about the next destination, it seemed like everything was premeditated, like a dream, or like a fiction.

Her arms went weak from holding the object up, before she could convince herself that everything was part of the plan.

Perhaps it was because of her deep-seated obsession that the dungeon allowed her to see the person she wanted to see, and who was also the person she was most afraid to see.

Now that they meet again, her eyes darted around, unsure of how to address her, and could only stammer out a trembling sound.

"Dean."