Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

At 2 a.m., the hospital lobby was still packed with people, but at this moment all the people registering were crowding at the lobby entrance. The sirens of ambulances and police cars sounded at the same time, and the other players rushed to the scene.

"So fast?"

Chen Mo sighed for a moment, and Su Tang slumped against him, looking like she hadn't woken up yet.

Zhou Ruochuan, covered in sweat and panting, followed behind the group.

Su Tang instantly snapped to attention upon seeing the situation outside, turning her face away in pain.

"Holy crap, he's smashed into a bloody pulp..."

Wang Zeyu: "So, what do we say? Shall we go to the discussion room first?"

"The system didn't call us. I'm so sleepy, can I go to sleep first?"

Su Tang yawned, and Wang Zeyu nodded, "That's right, it's too late, everyone should go and get some rest."

Su Mian glanced inside the cordon; the scene was so bloody and mangled it needed to be pixelated. She frowned and followed the crowd away.

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The next day.

The hospital has been completely transformed.

At 2 a.m. yesterday, the doctors in the corridor were still walking hurriedly with solemn expressions, and occasionally young people helped the elderly walk slowly.

Wherever Su Mian went, people would nod to her from time to time, and the atmosphere still retained some semblance of normal warmth.

But when she woke up this morning, the first thing she saw when she opened the door was dried bloodstains on the floor, exposed wires on the chandelier, and faded walls.

In the corridor, the doctors moved so slowly they were almost frozen, much slower than yesterday.

Those slowly moving white figures were more like sleepwalking than moving.

She suddenly realized that this was some kind of clear dividing line.

Just like in the previous instance, after Guan Xiaoxiao died, the entire orphanage turned into a suffocating, withered color, and crows, which had never been noticed before, became frequent visitors to the orphanage.

This might be a reminder to players that the killer has appeared and the game has officially begun.

The consultation room was noisy. Su Mian pushed open the door and immediately noticed the unfamiliar fat man by the door. He was chewing on a flatbread that he had bought from somewhere. He was obviously the new "Zhang Shuozhi".

The eerie mannequin was still there, the paint on its left chest becoming increasingly noticeable.

"Are you Qing Ci?"

Su Mian nodded, and saw the fat man point to the table, "This is the breakfast I bought for you. Eat it while it's hot."

"How did that person die?"

Chen Mo leaned against the wall, glanced at everyone present, and spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if he were curious about who had this ability.

"Damage was killed by DM."

Su Mian spoke up, and seeing that it was indeed the case, Chen Mo stopped worrying about it.

This is the cruel world of games. Even if someone dies, it's nothing new for players who have experienced many ups and downs, as long as it's not them who dies.

There is no other way but to adapt.

Just as Su Mian closed the door, it was suddenly kicked open again. The door frame slammed against the wall and shook a few times before DM slowly walked in.

The hospital gown was stained with a lot of blood, which spread from the trouser leg all the way to the knee.

The players who saw him for the first time were obviously frightened. They held their breath and stopped talking. Even the fat man silently put down the pancake in his hand.

With a snap of the fingers, the clock hidden in the shadows began its countdown.

Only Su Mian and Wen Cisheng, who had just arrived, were still standing; the rest of the people were sitting stiffly in their chairs.

DM turned slightly to the side, her tone tinged with a smile.

"Please have a seat, Director Xiao Ci."

The examination room was clearly not as large as the activity room in the previous instance. The cabinets full of medicines and several mannequins were piled together, with a table in the middle. It was really as cramped as it could get.

Su Mian sat in the seat closest to Wen Cisheng, her back just millimeters away from touching the man's trouser leg. She leaned forward stiffly, her ribs hitting the edge of the table before she stopped.

It wasn't that she disliked the time, but mainly because there was blood on his pants, and Su Mian didn't want to have to wash a jacket after searching for clues all day.

Su Mianchong explained to himself, when DM's voice sounded from behind.

"The person who died yesterday was named Yang Xuan. The preliminary assessment is that he committed suicide by jumping off a building."

"However, this person is neither a patient nor a medical worker, and his purpose is currently unclear, but someone here must know him."

"The autopsy report will be delivered to you at this time tomorrow. Now, please tell us what you did yesterday."

Su Tang: "After I came out of the consultation room, I took the same elevator as Qing Ci. I got off on the 21st floor and went back to the front desk to work the night shift."

"During that time, well, around one o'clock, I ran into Qingci. She was walking towards the end of the corridor, I don't know what she was going to do."

"I fell asleep later, and then I heard an alarm. It said someone had jumped off a building. I ran into Chen Mo in the elevator, and we came down together."

Wang Zeyu: "At one o'clock, I was in the copy room getting the documents, and then I went to the 6th floor, the 17th floor, and finally met Qing Ci on the 21st floor. We chatted for a few minutes before I saw someone jump off the building outside the window."

Zhang Shuozhi: "I've been staying on the 21st floor taking care of the elderly and haven't gone out."

He paused, then added, "The previous Zhang Shuozhi was also on the 21st floor. He did some dirty things and was executed by DM. That's all I have to say."

He was the most relaxed person there. After finishing his speech and seeing that DM was gone, he continued to eat his pancake. Everyone's attention turned to Su Mian.

Su Mian: "I was conducting routine inquiries with patients on the 25th floor. I fell asleep at 11:30 and woke up at 1:00."

"The office lights went out for no reason. I received a call from an unknown user, and then Zhang Shuozhi messaged me to go to the 21st floor to discuss some trivial matters."

"I met Wang Zeyu at 1:50, and saw someone fall from a high altitude at 2:00."

"A call from an unknown user?"

Chen Mo looked puzzled. Su Mian took out her phone and started recording. A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Zeyu's eyes.

"You even recorded it?"

"Um."

Su Mian nodded expressionlessly. "A little habit."

Actually, it's because of the accumulated symptoms over the years. If the sleeping environment is very uncomfortable each time, the person will suffer from neurasthenia.

Later, living in the dormitory turned into waking up with a headache and feeling disoriented. During her university years, she frequently received phone calls from her parents, and she was afraid of not being able to hear them clearly, so she developed the habit of recording them.

"It sounds very windy... Wait, why is there a creaking sound?"

The fat man pressed his ear against it, but Wang Zeyu pulled him back.

"We haven't finished discussing the timeline yet, we'll talk about that later."

Chen Mo: "After leaving the consultation room, I went back to work in the pediatrics department on the sixth floor. Ten minutes later, I received the materials delivered by Wang Zeyu. The power went out at 12 o'clock and lasted for about ten minutes."

"So... the whole building lost power between 12:00 and 12:10?"

Su Tang asked curiously, looking a little embarrassed, "I was fast asleep and didn't notice at all."

Wang Zeyu nodded. "Yes."