Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Just as Su Mian was worrying about not being able to find anyone, she bumped right into Yu Mao Mao.

She gritted her teeth, looking like she was about to strangle her, and raised her hand to slap her, but Su Mian grabbed it.

"You're insane! Murderer! Give him back to me... Waaaaah..."

Yu Mao Mao cried her heart out, and Su Mian shook off her hand, only to see the two people behind her following behind.

Wang Zhe was so tired that she was bent over. Wen Zirui arrived late, but when she saw the gauze dress in her hand, she suddenly stopped.

Su Mian naturally noticed his action. She patted her gauze skirt on the ground and took out the drawing she had found at the bottom of the well.

"I've thought about it for a long time but I still can't figure out why you regret it."

Her eyes fell on Wen Zirui, and the other two were stunned, completely bewildered by her sudden words.

"But now, I understand."

"You gouged out the old woman's eyes, didn't you?"

Wen Zirui's eyes under his bangs changed, and he clenched his fists.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Yeah?"

"Then how do you explain this dress? Why did Guan Xiaoxiao burn all her things except for this tulle dress? Why did Lezhi wear a boy's suit to her farewell party? Was it because she kindly swapped with you, who loves wearing women's clothes?"

Su Mian pressed on relentlessly, and Wen Zirui gritted his teeth, "You are the murderer, Mi Guo. No matter how eloquent you are, you can't deny the truth."

His gaze drifted elsewhere, and he said, seemingly casually, "Besides, Lin Xiaofan is already dead."

This sentence was like a boulder being thrown down.

Yu Mao Mao immediately burst into tears, her sobs mingling with resentment. She hysterically pointed at Su Mian: "You're the murderer! You're Yu Tong! You killed him! You evil ghost!"

The sound of crying echoed in the air, and the atmosphere was overwhelmingly in Wen Zirui's favor. He even breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth almost curled up.

But just then, he caught a glimpse of Su Mian chuckling softly out of the corner of his eye.

The laughter was faint, like a string of a musical instrument brushing against the wind, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

She slowly raised her eyes, her voice soft yet ruthless.

"Xu Yiyi, the worst decision you ever made was trying to kill me."

Sunlight and shadow fell through the branches and leaves, dappling her face and making her appear so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.

But as the light suddenly expanded, almost her entire body was enveloped in dazzling light, making her look like a statue about to spontaneously combust.

Wen Zirui realized what she was about to do, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Wang Zhe exclaimed, "Migo!!! Fire!!!"

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

Fish Hat screamed and backed away, the firelight reflected in his pupils.

Su Mian's skirt was lit up by the firelight at an extremely fast speed and burst into flames without warning. Just when everyone thought she would be burned to ashes.

The girl spread her arms and fell straight backward.

With a "plop," it fell into the water, the flames danced in the air, and finally went out abruptly.

The entire area was silent, save for the ripples on the water's surface.

Wen Zirui took a few steps back and sat down on the ground unsteadily.

He never expected that Su Mian would go to such lengths to prove he was the murderer, given that he couldn't find him.

He wanted to kill her, but he never expected that the only unexpected turn of events would be Zhou Yichen.

If Zhou Yichen hadn't died, Yu Mao Mao wouldn't have made such a commotion, and Su Mian, the only one who might have discovered the truth, would have died quietly.

Everything was a coincidence, but why, when they were all connected, did he still lose in the end?

Xu Yiyi lowered her head in a daze, her fingernails digging into the grass.

Before anyone could react, a dark figure flashed across the water, scooped up the girl who had fallen in, and covered her entire body with a suit jacket.

He glanced at the three of them, and Fish Hat was so frightened that he shut his mouth, not daring to cry out loud.

But DM seemed to only glance at it casually, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

After leaving the crowd, Su Mian coughed violently, and her large hand gently patted her back.

"There's a limit to showing off, my child."

Su Mian's ears were soaked with water, so he couldn't hear what he was saying at all. His wet hair clung to his cheeks, and water droplets dripped down his chin.

Her weak eyes held a hint of confusion and weariness as she closed them wearily.

I don't know how much time passed, but I was gently put down again.

In a daze, she saw him take off his gloves and place his hand on her forehead.

It's so cool.

Compared to her burning forehead, it was icy cold.

But... it's quite comfortable.

……

DM fell into endless silence as he looked at Su Mian, who was holding his hand tightly.

Not only did she not let go, she also grabbed his hand and put an ice pack on it, rubbing it all over his face, squeezing the flesh of his cheeks into a lump with her big hand.

It doesn't look quite like my own face, DM thought.

This face is very white and soft; he can mold it into any shape he wants, and the expressions he makes evoke a desire to humiliate it.

Especially when blood is splattered on it.

Helplessness and bewilderment, trembling and panic.

It's absolutely stunning.

DM snapped back to reality and withdrew his hand only when those bright red lips touched his palm.

"Are you delirious from the fever?"

He chuckled softly, his tone no longer concealing its tact, completely devoid of the gentleness he displayed as "Dean," instead exuding a carefree, almost imperceptible, sense of mischievousness and excitement.

"Su Mian... the game is about to end."

He leaned down, his tone gentle yet dangerous.

"You're just my type, why don't you stay and keep me company?"

His knuckles bent and traced patterns on the girl's neck.

The person in front of him trembled for a moment, and his brows furrowed.

Just as his hand was about to envelop her, DM felt the girl pounce on him, her warm, moist breath licking his earlobe.

"Mother……"

?

Su Mian murmured softly, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry.

"I won't take my medicine..."

DM was stunned, and he tried to push the girl away.

But she clung to me again, even hugging me tighter. The fruity scent acted as a catalyst, making the atmosphere even more intense and ambiguous.

Those lips landed on the cold mask, the man's breath quickened for a moment, and he grabbed Su Mian by the collar and put her on the bed.

"Tsk."

He exhaled deeply, looking down at her. His suit was wrinkled from the girl's grip and still warm.

It's always like this.

He has always been accustomed to being in control and to acting according to his own wishes.

If things go off track, he will not hesitate to eliminate those who do not cooperate.

Trouble is the thing he hates most.

As for the scheming and fighting between players, he never took it to heart; they were just childish tricks, despicable and boring.

But the appearance of sleepiness made him break his rule time and time again.

……

He stared at the girl's sleeping figure for a long time.

DM picked up the gloves from the bedside table, put them on, and turned to disappear into the medical room.

-

When she opened her eyes again, it was pitch black outside the window. Su Mian slowly sat up, with a syringe still inserted in her hand.

She raised her hand to look and suddenly noticed someone lying on the edge of the bed.

Wang Zhe woke up with a start, rubbed his eyes, and sat up. "You're awake! How are you feeling?"