Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

One o'clock in the morning.

Su Mian was awakened by a ringing phone. The office lights had been turned off at some point, and the only light source was the lit phone screen.

"Feed?"

There was no response from the other end. Su Mian turned on the recorder and got up to turn on the light.

The receiver picked up the sound of wind rustling through the branches and leaves, but the call was disconnected a minute later.

She opened her call log and found it was from an unknown number, which made her even more puzzled. Just then, Zhang Shuozhi sent her a message.

The head of the pathology department, according to the script, is her idol.

I brought you a fresh corpse, A-Ci. Come find me on the 21st floor.

Seeing these words gave Su Mian a headache.

She's not really going to dissect the body, is she...?

But... she remembered that this part wasn't in the script.

With a thousand thoughts swirling in her mind, Su Mian got up and headed to the elevator, quickly arriving at the 21st floor.

She saw Su Tang at the front desk. Su Tang was playing on her phone out of boredom, but greeted Su Mian happily when she passed by.

Su Mian nodded slightly and found Zhang Shuozhi's ward.

Zhang Shuozhi was right; there was indeed an old man lying in the hospital bed, and he was sitting beside him, with fruit baskets piled up on the bedside table.

Zhang Shuozhi got up to greet Su Mian and placed the peeled oranges aside.

"Let's talk in the hallway."

The two went to the window in the corridor and Su Mian looked out.

Outside the window was an uncultivated wasteland with a few occasional raised mounds of earth, whose purpose was obvious without even guessing. The night was as dark as ink, and the clouds obscured the moonlight, which seemed almost within reach.

"Ah Ci, my relative's mother-in-law is passing away in two days..."

"Wait a minute."

Su Mian interrupted him, her brows furrowed. "The corpse you're talking about, it wouldn't be that old man, would it?"

Zhang Shuozhi looked at it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "What else could I do? This is perfect, they're freshly dead, and I know A-Ci likes this kind of thing..."

Zhang Shuozhi narrowed his eyes slightly, making her feel as if her whole body had been licked, a feeling that was extremely disgusting.

Are all veteran players this good at acting?

[I don't think it's acting, Mianmian, he really does want your body.]

Tsk.

"What are the conditions?"

"Ah, Ah Ci, I don't ask for much, could you... with me?"

He's just after your body!

If 4399 wasn't sure just now, now it's absolutely certain. That greasy look in his eyes and that shameless attitude couldn't possibly be an act.

[You're so proud of getting this character, huh?! Using the script to grope players, disgusting! Trash! I spit on you!]

4399 was disgusted beyond belief, and Su Mian concealed the look in her eyes.

According to her character's established personality, she indeed couldn't refuse, so Zhang Shuozhi used this to blackmail her, but he overlooked an extremely important point.

Meeting those eyes that seemed to think they were about to succeed and were getting increasingly excited, Su Mian gave a faint smile.

"Shuozhi...have you forgotten?"

Zhang Shuozhi was so captivated by that smile that he murmured, "What?"

"I have very high standards for corpses; I like beautiful muscles and refined bones."

"The skin of the elderly has lost its elasticity, their muscles have atrophied, and their bones are osteoporotic and fragile, easily broken with the slightest touch, making them utterly unattractive."

"Only with a tight, powerful structure can each line have its own meaning."

Su Mian's voice trembled slightly as she spoke. She bit her lower lip, the teeth marks sinking shallowly into the soft flesh, as if using pain to maintain her reason.

"Shuozhi, you can't forget that I don't like old people's corpses."

Su Mian's eyes were slightly red, and she actually portrayed a beautiful blend of morbidity and excitement.

Regardless of his motives—whether he thought she was an easy target because she was a newcomer, or he was simply driven by lust—Su Mian found it all quite amusing.

He hadn't carefully studied the character Qingci's demanding requirements for "collection".

He was convinced that as long as he presented the condition of "just died," the girl playing the psychopath would be completely at his mercy.

Zhang Shuozhi was so frightened that he took two steps back, and at this moment he had no more thoughts. He laughed twice.

"Oh, never mind then, Ah Ci, I was confused."

"Confused?"

Su Mian took in his momentary panic, and her sneer inwardly deepened.

"I'm new here and don't know the rules, but..."

Su Mian took two steps back, turned her back, and murmured softly, "DM understands."

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A scream instantly echoed throughout the corridor, and the heavy smell of blood filled the air.

Tick-tock – Tick-tock –

Blood splattered onto the wall in an instant, dripping down the cracks in the tiles.

"You're quite good at ordering people around."

The man behind her had pressed himself against her without her noticing, his tone languid, as if he had just woken up.

"I don't."

Su Mian blinked and raised her hands to her chest. "You can do whatever you want with him. I don't really have any objections."

"Oh……"

Wen Cisheng was almost amused by his own annoyance, a hint of morning grumpiness lingering around him.

"Then why did you turn around?"

It's not like we don't know his methods for dealing with players.

Su Mian remained silent, and Wen Cisheng stopped trying to reason with her.

He glanced at the teeth marks on the girl's neck out of the corner of his eye, casually adjusted her collar, and then left quietly.

"Uh...am I too late?"

Su Mian turned around and saw Wang Zeyu, who had rushed over with a pile of documents in his hands but did not see the body.

"The player who died was the one playing the role of Zhang Shuozhi."

A brief explanation of "宿眠" (sùmián).

"Oh……"

Wang Zeyu scratched his head, roughly understanding that the two had clashed.

What surprised him was that this newcomer was actually capable of killing a veteran player, which really impressed him.

Su Mian: "I remember you weren't on the 21st floor."

"Ah, I'm here to deliver some documents. The radiology department is quite busy; I'm running around to this floor and that floor."

Wang Zeyu waved the documents in his hand to indicate that he was not lying.

"You have excellent observation skills; you're sure to stand out from the newcomers."

His eyes were sincere and gentle, and he made no attempt to hide his praise.

"Thanks."

Su Mian nodded to him, and Wang Zeyu glanced at his watch, his expression changing slightly.

It's two o'clock.

At 2 a.m., as mentioned in everyone's script, there will be sleepwalking patients who fall from heights at this time.

While Su Mian was still thinking, Wang Zeyu suddenly widened his eyes and pointed behind Su Mian.

"Someone—"

Without hesitation, he rushed over. Su Mian immediately turned her head and saw only a blurry figure fall down, instantly turning into a dot.

Immediately, alarms sounded throughout the entire floor, and the crowd erupted in uproar.

"What's going on?"

"Someone jumped off a building!!!"

"Doesn't this happen every day? Oh, it's probably just another prank."

"It's true, they found the body at the bottom!"

"Aa ...

Su Mian and Wang Zeyu exchanged a glance and rushed towards the elevator together.

Wang Zeyu pressed the button for the first floor, but the elevator arrived at the 30th floor first. The moment the door opened, Wang Zeyu shielded Su Mian behind him.

The top floor was pitch black, and a strong wind made the two of them pull their clothes tighter.

No one came in; the door closed again, leading them to the first floor.