Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Alas, I wasn't hardworking enough, and I don't have the same skills as Qingci, so I could only work as a nurse at the hospital."

She scratched her head, which drew laughter from everyone, easing the tension.

"My name is Qing Ci, and I am the head of the psychiatry department. I graduated from Fushan University two years ago and was promoted to head a year ago."

"Wait, are you a psychiatrist?"

Chen Mo suddenly looked at her with a strange expression, and Su Mian nodded.

"That would be terrible!"

Su Tang covered her mouth, completely bewildered by Su Mian's actions.

"Ahem, you're a newbie, so you don't have permission to view this event's promotional material yet."

Wang Zeyu explained, while looking at her with a mixture of pity and sympathy.

"As far as I know, DM is a critically ill psychiatric patient."

"Those who get too close to DMs usually don't have a good ending."

Chen Mo continued, his tone laced with schadenfreude and intimidation.

"In the last game, there was a new player in my team who was the class monitor. He spent most of his time dealing with the DM (Demon Hunter). If he wasn't careful, his persona would crumble and he would die."

"Don't scare her."

Wang Zeyu frowned and interrupted, while Chen Mo snorted, "I'm just worried that some newcomers are too arrogant. After all, I've met many of them, and these newcomers often like to drag us down."

"I'm not so sure..."

The man who had initially been making a scene and threatening to leave spoke up in a low voice, looking somewhat displeased.

Who would put this here?

"It's not certain, but this time the DM will be released at 9 AM."

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Even Wang Zeyu stopped speaking up for Su Mian, suppressing the shock in his eyes.

He encountered the code name "Si Shi" once in a game some years ago.

No one survived that game except him.

The DM, codenamed the Twelve Hours, is the head of the arbitrators, and each hour corresponds to a different DM.

They have different personalities and temperaments, but they all have one thing in common: their behavioral logic and decision-making are more precise and flexible, making them more difficult to deal with.

The personality and setting corresponding to the Si hour is the snake form.

When yang energy reaches its peak, yin energy gradually emerges. This person possesses top-notch personal charm and male hormones, but also exhibits morbid methods and behavior.

Their movements are hidden in the gray areas between day and night, seemingly calm yet determining life and death.

Those who are forced to get close to him because of his persona often break down in fear.

The code was too dark and extreme, and the official team forced it to be scrapped and rectified due to "behavioral deviation".

After the rectification, Si Shi often wore a smile, supposedly to make him appear more approachable, but this seemed to make him even more terrifying than before.

……

Given such a low probability, why do we still encounter it?

If he still thought the new girl had a glimmer of hope just now, now there probably isn't even a sliver left.

Su Mian, who hadn't said a word, had already been silently labeled by everyone as "the one who died the fastest."

"Is it the DM from the previous instance?"

Su Mian asked 4399.

Yes, Mianmian, how did you figure it out?

"The handwriting is exactly the same."

Wow, as expected of the host I chose, your observation skills are amazing!

4399 said excitedly.

The odds of repeatedly encountering the same direct mail (DM) are even smaller than winning the lottery.

You should buy a lottery ticket, Mianmian.

……

That's not what I meant.

Su Mian was speechless, choked with emotion. "You told me in the last dungeon that he wasn't involved, and I realized that, but why are these players so afraid of this... Si Shi?"

Using the twelve two-hour periods as a code name, Su Mian recalled that during the final settlement of the previous instance, the arbitration hammer he held also had snake elements.

Uh... well, once you become a senior detective, you'll have the authority to view DM information...

It stammered, afraid that the host would faint from fright if it saw the DM data.

In the previous instance, it was also considering the host's condition. To put it kindly, it didn't expect that Si Shi would actually not attack its host, and even helped Mian Mian punish the scumbag.

While one person was having their own conversation, the remaining two people also finished introducing themselves.

"My name is Zhou Ruochuan, I pick up medicine at the pharmacy."

Zhou Ruochuan, the same person who was just now so irritable, now seems much more "docile," but his introduction is still extremely perfunctory.

"Zhang Shuozhi, my relative's mother-in-law is sick and hospitalized, and there is no one to take care of her. I took care of her for a week in place of her children. I have been staying on the 21st floor of the hospital these past few days."

Su Mian's expression changed slightly, suppressing her unusual look.

Isn't he the head of the pharmacology department?

"21st floor? Is there any special meaning to this floor? You and Su Tang are both on this floor."

When Wang Zeyu asked, Zhang Shuozhi shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

"Alright, now that you've finished introducing yourselves, I think you can open that door now."

Chen Mo stood up, covered his mouth with his hand, and yawned, looking exceptionally relaxed.

"There will be deaths in the next one to three days. Although veteran players already know this, I'm still telling you two newbies."

"Therefore, it is essential to observe carefully during the days the killer is on the move."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left. The remaining people looked at each other and then left together.

"Qingci!"

Su Tang called out to her, smiled at her, her eyes crinkling.

"Which floor are you on? Let's go together."

Although Su Mian was puzzled, she nodded nonetheless.

Su Tang noticed her confusion and said, "You look pale. Are you frightened? Don't listen to their nonsense."

She leaned close to Su Mian's ear and whispered something.

"The DM isn't that scary. You're lucky to have drawn this identity."

"Spend more time with him; you might get more clues!"

Su Mian neither nodded nor shook her head; Su Tang's voice echoed alone in the elevator.

【Mianmian, don't believe her. She's just using you as a pawn.】

Su Mian gave a short "hmm" to indicate that she understood.

The elevator stopped on the 18th floor.

In Eastern culture, this number is often associated with bad luck.

Su Tang's eloquent voice abruptly stopped.

She instinctively gripped Su Mian's wrist and took two steps back.

With a creak, the elevator doors opened.

A figure was standing outside the door.

He was very tall, almost touching the top edge of the elevator door frame.

A blue and white striped hospital gown hung loosely on his body, unable to conceal the strong muscle lines beneath the fabric.

The hallway where the man was standing was dark, and his appearance, combined with the lighting, gave the impression of a lurking, explosive power.

Red hair, mask.

DM at 9:00 AM.

Breathing became sluggish during sleep.

I entered the elevator at 9:00 AM, glanced at the buttons, but didn't press them. I stayed quietly in place until the elevator doors closed.

Su Tang gripped Su Mian's arm tighter, showing that she was somewhat nervous.

"I...I've arrived, Qingci. Let's talk again next time."

The elevator stopped on the 21st floor, and Su Tang rushed out as if a ghost was chasing her.

……

This is agonizing. If I'm not mistaken, this mentally ill DM is probably on the same floor as her.

Su Mian's gaze unconsciously drifted over, landing on the man's broad back.

"Director Xiao Ci."

A call broke the silence.