Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

The next day, everyone gathered in the ninth hard-seat carriage. The door in front was still closed, and they needed to pass the test in this carriage before they could move on.

Su Mian handed her phone to Wei Xiaowei, who immediately thanked her and said she would definitely help her in the next few days if she could.

Actually, Wei Xiaowei regretted it when she rushed back to the sleeper berth. She was too scared at the time, so she handed the task over to Su Mian without thinking.

But she never considered that if Su Mian didn't help her complete the mission, wouldn't she die?

When I tried to open the door again, I couldn't open it no matter what I did.

She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep all night, and finally breathed a sigh of relief this morning when she realized the task was completed.

"Sleeping Person is so kind," she thought happily, completely unaware that Sleeping Person's mission was also related to this.

Opening the photo album, there was a picture of a ghost child, with dark pupils, clearly the little boy who lost his toy train.

It looked too scary, so Wei Xiaowei only glanced at it briefly before closing the interface.

Where is that photo that the dean casually took?

Su Mian saw it as soon as she opened her phone this morning.

A ghost set it as her screensaver, making everything that was dark last night concrete and real, and also completely dispelling any drowsiness she might feel.

Sweat beaded on his handsome face, his cheeks flushed slightly from the exercise, his eyes slightly narrowed and his thin lips pursed, seemingly enjoying himself, exuding a lazy yet taut energy.

In the bottom right corner of the photo, a hand is pressing on someone's abs, with the thumb digging inward, leaving the side of the waist red.

The stark contrast between her fair palms and her hair made Su Mian remember feeling a bit weak at the time, which caused her to slip down, but a few strands of her hair still draped over the man's shoulders.

……

Depend on.

Her face flushed red, and she went to the bathroom to wash her face several times before calming down. She then changed her wallpaper to a lotus flower in the water before she could finally get into the mood.

Hmm... Calm and peaceful... Content with what you have... Facing life with a smile.

"Hey? Where did Jiang Hong go?"

He kept complaining about being hungry all night, and he was always the loudest when we were all together. It's really strange that I haven't heard him at all.

Everyone looked around, finding it strange, but Ye Shuheng shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

I haven't seen him this morning.

So they started searching from the tenth carriage backwards. No one was in the sleeper room. Su Mian glanced at Jiang Hong's bed and saw that the blanket had been pulled back.

There was a pair of sneakers under the bed, and the blankets had already gone cold. Just as she was about to get out, a scream came from not far away.

"Jiang Hong! It's Jiang Hong!"

He was in the dining car, but unfortunately, he was already dead, a knife stuck in his chest, lying straight on the ground with his mouth slightly open.

Wei Xiaowei, who was the first to discover it, covered her mouth and slowly backed away, while the others frowned.

"How could this be... Could it be that the murderer has already killed someone?"

"How could the deceased be a player?"

Everyone was puzzled, and Su Mian was even more puzzled. Although the deceased was a player, shouldn't it be Wang Yan who should have died?

Could it be that Jiang Hong himself broke the rules on the train, leading to his death?

But this knife looks like it was made by human intervention, not by some supernatural force.

Ye Shuheng pushed up his glasses and squatted down to look.

"The blade was facing upwards, indicating it was inserted from behind."

"By the way, wasn't he constantly saying he was hungry yesterday? Did he go out to find food in the middle of the night and then get...?"

Ruan Ruan looked at Ye Shuheng, "You share a room with him, do you know when he leaves?"

Ye Shuheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.

"I remember he turned on the light in the middle of the night, almost blinding me, and said he was going to find something to eat. I ignored him and went back to sleep."

Su Mian: "Do you remember what time it is?"

"Around... twelve to two o'clock, I didn't check the time."

After discussing it for a while, the group returned to the ninth carriage and began to discuss the clues.

Su Mian walked at the back, then suddenly narrowed her eyes and stared at Jiang Hong's feet for two seconds.

Ruan Ruan: "Why would the murderer kill him? We barely even saw him, let alone knew his motive."

Wang Yan: "You'll have to ask Ye Shuheng. You're closest to him, do you know who he has conflicts with?"

Ye Shuheng looked hesitant, but finally nodded. "He had a crush on a girl named Zhou Keyu when he was a freshman in college."

"Jiang Hong's family is quite wealthy. He pursued that girl by spending money on her. Later, when he heard that the girl wanted to represent the school in a national speech competition, he specially asked his father to forge a bunch of certificates for her."

He glanced at Zhou Yunfeng, seemingly unintentionally, and as he read each word, Zhou Yunfeng's expression began to change.

"Later, Jiang Hong realized that his actions had benefited others. One day, when Jiang Hong was using the computer, he discovered that the certificates were all in Zhou Yunfeng's name, and Zhou Yunfeng was the one who ultimately won the competition."

"Zhou Keyu failed to win over her, but instead helped her brother achieve his goal. He used this as leverage to force Zhou Yunfeng to take his makeup exams at the beginning of each semester, attend classes and sign in for him, etc. In short, the two siblings worked like slaves just so that their past glory wouldn't be reported."

Wang Yan covered her mouth in surprise, "Zhou Keyu is your sister! You never said that."

Zhou Yunfeng's face turned pale and then red. "I admit, I did do those things."

"But it's all because my family wasn't well-off. I had a lot of talent, but those kinds of competitions can't be won just by having the ability; you also need connections. I couldn't do that..."

"So you hate him? Hate him for forcing you to take the exam for someone else, risking expulsion, and for treating you like a dog?"

Su Mian's eyes were sharp, and Zhou Yunfeng couldn't say a word. His mouth trembled, and he wanted to refute but couldn't find the words.

Wei Xiaowei, holding Zhou Yunfeng's arm, was sweating with anxiety when she suddenly spoke.

"But Ye Shuheng also had a motive. Just because he said a few words in Jiang Hong's defense yesterday, does that mean he's not the murderer?"

Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to him, and Zhou Yunfeng suddenly felt more confident. "That's right, wasn't there a rumor before that Ye Shuheng stole Jiang Hong's money?"

Ye Shuheng calmly took a sip of tea. "You saw it?"

"……No."

"That's right, it's just a rumor, you don't know if it's true or not."

"I know!"

Ruan Ruan slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly. "It wasn't stolen, it was borrowed. Last year for the arts performance, he rented an extremely expensive piano from the local art museum for the performance. He lied to Jiang Hong, saying that the class urgently needed money and asked him to borrow it."

"I told him that a regular piano would be just as good, but he wouldn't listen and insisted on renting that one."

"Did you pay it back?" Wei Xiaowei asked, while Zhou Yunfeng looked disdainful.

"He definitely can't pay it back. He always brags that he's the young master of the Ye family, a nobleman with a hundred times the wealth, and we all believed him."

"Only Jiang Hong told me that he was faking it, because Jiang Hong discovered what his money was being used for."