Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

This outfit was the same one Su Mian wore when she first met him—a black and white suit, worn by the elusive director of the orphanage.

These words acted like a trigger, and the man, who had been looking down, slowly raised his head.

With a straight nose, a sharp jaw, and thin lips that held a slight smile, he floated to Su Mian's side with one hand behind his back.

Su Mian stared intently at her phone screen, but the man slapped it shut, plunging the screen into darkness. She looked up blankly, but couldn't see anything.

A soft laugh reached her ears, and Su Mian frowned, her lips pressed tightly together. Subconsciously, she thought the person in front of her was familiar, so her brain unconsciously relaxed its guard.

In addition, her racing heart made it impossible for her to think of a solution.

She should try her best to complete the task, instead of indulging in this illusion that blurs the lines between reality and fiction. But... how can she be comforted? What constitutes comforting?

She admitted that she panicked.

It wasn't because I saw a ghost, nor because I sensed danger.

It was the person in front of her that made her lose all her strength.

The phone was knocked away by the ghost and landed on the carpeted carriage without making a sound.

"Long time no see, Migo."

He spoke, and Su Mian twitched her ears, her hand instinctively bracing itself against the back of the seat beside her.

"Long time no see, Dean..."

He fiddled with his long, unkempt hair, and gently sniffed it. "You look so beautiful, like a grown-up girl."

Su Mian looked down at her tank top and shorts, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

The tone is so much like what someone would say at 9 AM. If it's imitation, would it really be this similar? But if it really is at 9 AM, why would he call her Miguo instead of Sumian?

Su Mian was lost in her own thoughts, completely unaware of how dangerous her last words were.

His amber pupils flickered for a moment in the darkness before he grabbed the girl's chin with his other hand.

"Who taught you to dress like that, huh?"

[Warning! Warning! Please appease the ghost immediately! Please appease the ghost immediately! Otherwise, the mission will fail!]

The system's notification sounds made Su Mian's head buzz, and she couldn't think straight, blurting out the words.

"You."

The warning abruptly stopped, and the ghost behind him uttered a puzzled "Hmm?"

Su Mian turned around and realized she could touch the ghost. She breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly stepped back, pushing the person onto the chair.

"I said... it's you."

She used her hand to vaguely check where the man's head was, then gently rubbed her head against his neck.

Although Su Mian knows Su Mian's personality very well, he is a type with high attack and low defense. However, the persona he plays in each instance is slightly different. He has a strong sense of oppression in all of them, but you can still find a breakthrough in getting along with each other.

The dean's character clearly can't resist being coquettish.

"Dean," she said, neither smiling nor appearing aggrieved, but her eyes blinked brightly.

"Migo's all grown up now, and I want to try different outfits. If the headmaster doesn't like them, could you help me choose some next time? Please forgive me, headmaster?"

The person in front of her fell silent, only lightly supporting her leg, his breathing somewhat heavy.

Su Mian thought he would lean in and kiss her, but he didn't; he just sighed.

"Your legs are too cold, wear more clothes."

Judging from his tone, he has calmed down.

Sleep: ...

Seeing him so indifferent for the first time, she was a little unaccustomed to it. Before she could even catch her breath, she heard him speak again.

"I need to check your suitcase."

Sleep: ?!

How could one problem be solved only for another to arise? Su Mian, who had been trying to muddle through, was now on tenterhooks again.

She straightened up, looking guilty. "Dean, it's very late..."

The man remained silent and simply picked her up in his arms.

Su Mian almost cried out, but immediately covered her mouth as the man insisted on going to her room.

Su Mian struggled to get down, but a certain ghostly hand held her tightly.

Once inside the room, Su Mian calmed down and dared not struggle anymore.

Because if she struggled any longer, she might wake Wang Yan up. If she saw Wang Yan floating alone in the air, Su Mian, with eight mouths, wouldn't be able to explain herself.

With a flick of its finger, the ghost pulled out the suitcase from its slumber, and with another flick, the suitcase was unfolded.

Besides a small knife hidden deep inside, which was the tool used in the crime, Su Mian blushed and her heart raced.

If we hadn't said we were going to the beach, we would have known we brought countless bikinis in addition to our pajamas and sun-protective shirts, which were partially covered by straw hats, giving the impression of trying to hide something that was more obvious than it was.

Su Mian couldn't bear to look anymore; she buried her face in the man's chest, her heart filled with impotent rage.

Why can't you just say "don't let the ghost open the suitcase" again?!

This is so embarrassing, damn it!

"Is this what Migo meant by... wanting to try different outfits?"

His voice was unreadable, his tone ambiguous, "I don't see anything different..."

"Actually, they're quite different. Look, there are bow-tie ones, halter neck ones, strawberry and starfish ones, and even leopard print ones..."

Su Mian couldn't explain it anymore. The more she explained, the more something felt off. In the end, she shrank her neck and shut up.

"Oh……"

Those hands gently placed her on the bed. "Would you like to wear it for me?"

"You're only wearing it for me to see."

Su Mian swallowed hard, forced to move back.

The bed was too small to fit two people, let alone the fact that the ghost was so big that the bed was shaking slightly.

She glanced at Wang Yan, who was immersed in her sleep, then shifted her gaze to the empty space, the humid heat pressing against her neck.

"Choose one."

"...Do I really have to choose?"

"You don't have to choose, I'll choose for you."

"Stop, stop, stop! I'll choose myself!"

Su Mian stopped a certain evil claw, tilted her head slightly to look at the box of unspeakable things, and casually chose a more conservative one.

"Let's go with the white one."

As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it, because when I picked it up and looked at it, I realized that it was the only set with a rope.

In short, I managed to put it on, but the process was extremely difficult. I had to keep an eye on Wang Yan, who might wake up, and also make sure I hadn't tied it wrong.

He deliberately hid under the covers and claimed that he was cold, which made someone laugh like a rich person.

Su Mian, who thought everything would be fine once the replacement was done, realized she was wrong.

The carriage was quiet; the eerie nursery rhymes had disappeared, as had the children's cries and laughter.

Perhaps some people find it uninteresting, or perhaps they want to focus more on listening to other sounds.

"Good boy, don't wake your companion."

"Okay, yes... shall I cover your mouth with my hand?"

"Good girl."

"Hand, cell phone."

"What?"

"I... need to take a picture."

The girl's voice was hoarse, and she sounded like she was having difficulty breathing.

Before long, the cell phone from the hard sleeper carriage flew in and landed in the man's hand. "You can still think about other things at a time like this? Looks like you're not very focused."

He lifted his eyelids, pressed the button in front of his own face, his forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and there were strands of hair stuck to his neck, but they weren't his own.

"Filming is finished..."

"But our night is still long."

[Ding-dong – The mission to appease the haunting ghost in this carriage has been completed.]

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