Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian's hand paused slightly. Looking at the words that suddenly appeared, she was unsure whether 4399 was friend or foe.

[Of course I'm a friend, waaaaah! Mianmian, I'm so heartbroken! What assistant is as intelligent as 4399?! And you actually questioned whether 4399 is friend or foe?!]

Sure enough, I could hear my own inner voice, Su Mian thought.

She thought that the last sentence was just to blow it up, and her fingers twitched slightly, ignoring the long message that 4399 sent again.

You are the child of a wealthy family. Your mother is a florist, and your father was a venture capitalist who went bankrupt a few months ago.

Your mother always says you're her "only daughter," but you've never truly felt favored. She always tells you: girls should be sensible, beautiful, and gentle, but no matter how hard you try, you can't compare to other girls.

The mother always liked to praise the neighbor's daughter, saying she was "so sensible" and "as beautiful as a flower," and would give them bouquets of flowers in front of you.

She might even return the flowers you picked out yourself, saying, "Migo, your choice wasn't refined enough. Girls should be careful."

In that instant, you felt a surge of shame and resentment, and you learned to secretly "store" these emotions inside.

Only Lin Xiaofan truly cared about you, and from then on, you became good friends with him.

After your father went bankrupt, he became irritable and vented his anger on your mother and you. His most frequent curse was: "Women are just trouble."

[Your young mind was deeply ingrained with the idea that being a girl is useless, that you will be disliked and abandoned. You began to hate all girls, and even hated yourself in the mirror.]

[Once, your parents were arguing, and your mother pushed you out the door: "Migo, be good, go play outside, don't bother the adults."]

You see the little girl next door sitting in the living room, her mother bringing her snacks to make her laugh.

You're clearly their biological child, yet you've been pushed outside the door.

At that moment, you felt the surging anger within you was more vivid than anything else; you fiercely imagined it as a cloud of black smoke and put it into a jar.

From then on, you firmly believed that girls were taking away what belonged to you.

Su Mian rubbed her eyes and quickly memorized all the information.

He dislikes girls, his father went bankrupt, and he is very sensitive to emotions.

Childhood sweethearts...tsk, what a terrible script and bad luck. His brother shouldn't have gone out at 12 o'clock.

I'll go to you @×&》*#

4399 listened silently to the girl's innermost thoughts, breaking out in a cold sweat.

My God, how come someone who seems so quiet can actually be so bold when they start swearing?

Su Mian lowered his eyes and began to think about serious matters.

However, according to the usual script-based murder mystery games, there will be a timeline in the script and people will die in the plot.

But nothing has happened yet, which makes Su Mian feel a little uneasy.

He turned the page to the last page by grinding his fingertips on the paper.

You are an abandoned orphan, and today is your first day at the Sunshine Orphanage.

Upon seeing this, Su Mian's heart tightened.

[Your quirk: You like to collect emotions]

[Childhood sweetheart's quirk: a liking for collecting bodily fluids]

[Task 1: Maintain your persona and collect five emotions: "Happy," "Sad," "Angry," "Regretful," and "Disgusted." Each emotion corresponds to a different person.]

[How to collect: Simply say to your friends: "I want your emotions, is that okay?" If they agree, you can collect them.]

[Task Two: Identify which of the remaining four is the true orphan.]

Why is there a second mission?

Abandoned by her parents, isn't she a true orphan?

Shouldn't her second task be to conceal her true identity?

No, there is another possibility.

Using a fallacy to shift the focus is the most common trap in murder mystery games.

Perhaps the definition of a true orphan has another meaning.

Su Mian was filled with doubt, but she didn't show it on her face. She calmly put down the script and secretly observed everyone's expressions.

But after what just happened, everyone's facial muscles were tense, their eyes were panicked, and their breathing was rapid. It was impossible to discern any useful clues from these fragmented expressions.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

What was that sound?

Su Mian looked up at the sound and fixed her gaze on the top of the blackboard.

An electronic clock had appeared there out of nowhere.

In this children's activity room, which is full of old-fashioned warmth, it stands out as particularly jarring and out of place.

15 minutes.

Her gaze slid down and landed on the words "Self-Introduction".

"Have you finished watching?"

"What's the rush? Hat hasn't finished watching yet."

Zhou Yichen casually tossed the script aside and leaned back in his chair.

Su Mian ignored him and closed the script.

"I'll go first. Let's introduce ourselves in this clockwise order."

Why should we listen to you?

Zhou Yichen interrupted Su Mian, leaning forward slightly. "You're the only stranger here."

Su Mian scoffed, "I've played more murder mystery games than you've dated girlfriends."

Ignoring Zhou Yichen's ashen face, Su Mian stood up, put her hands in the pockets of her overalls, and gestured with her chin toward the clock.

"There are 10 minutes left. Guess what, when the countdown ends, will we turn into dolls?"

The mention of dolls reminded everyone of the scene just now, and their expressions immediately turned even more unpleasant. Zhou Yichen inexplicably felt a pang of pain in his neck and stopped arguing.

"My name is Migo."

Su Mian whispered.

"He is five years old this year and comes from a wealthy family. His mother is a florist and his father is a venture capitalist."

"My quirk is that I like to collect emotions."

Su Mian had no intention of hiding her quirks. Firstly, it would make completing the mission easier, and secondly, she wasn't a real orphan, so there was no need to deliberately conceal them.

However, if most people conceal the truth, it will be very difficult to handle.

"My name is Sihan, I am six and a half years old, I am introverted and don't like to interact with people, and... and I love to eat spicy food."

"My quirks are... I like to predict the future, and I don't like to use an umbrella on rainy days. I used to... I used to come to an orphanage, I was taken away once, and then I was sent back..."

"Wait, why don't you have a surname?"

The boy who hadn't spoken until now finally spoke, and all eyes turned to Yu Mao Mao.

Fish Hat was already on the verge of crying, and now she couldn't hold it in any longer; tears streamed down her face.

"I...I'm not...waaaaah."

"Alright, next one."

Su Mian's head was throbbing from Yu Mao Mao's shrill cries, so she interrupted.

"My name is Lin Xiaofan, I am six years old, I like sports, my parents work abroad, and my quirk is... I like to talk to the wall."

Lied.

Su Mian twirled the pen in her hand, looking at Zhou Yichen thoughtfully.

She lowered her eyes, concealing a faint chill.

Zhou Yichen is a master liar; he's the most adept liar she's ever met.

Su Mian was quite good at judging people, but the young and naive girl still succumbed to his relentless pursuit.

The two met in high school. According to Zhou Yichen, he fell in love with her at first sight, so he started writing love letters, sending flowers, getting meals for her, and even riding his bicycle to pick her up and drop her off at school every day.

He knew she was in poor health, so he covered all her medical expenses. He pursued her for two years.